The Branded Female Fencer

"Capital, what's wrong?

"Dear Poetry... this junction is tough"

"Tough?"

"The sound is perfect for blocking light, too, but it even blocks air travel. I almost stopped breathing."

As far as the city's unproductive attitude was concerned, it was probably a step ahead to pass out due to lack of acid. Given the long stretch of the juncture, I would have fainted at the same time if it had not been the capital. The kingdom cannot carry the immobile. If the capital had passed out, everything would have fallen apart.

When Shino lent his shoulder to the capital, he tried to get him out of the room. Purity White Fun asks.

"Where are you going?

"I'll show it to Arnelia's ambulance just in case. Now our treatment is also an official envoy. You won't be handled unhindered."

"Right. I have to get that woman to work tomorrow. Keep him in perfect physical condition."

Lightly thanking the words of Puritanical White Fun, Poetry and the capital left the room. Thereby, Shino's expression switches to soothing and cold. And when I left the inn, the capital shrugged again.

"It's okay, I'm not going to screw this up."

"Naturally. Because for our purpose, and most importantly, for 'my' purpose, I have trouble asking you to die."

"Because no cherry blossoms have come?

"Cherry blossoms are only honest, so they won't be suitable for covert operations."

"Ha ha, you don't trust cherry blossoms"

"Do you trust me? She's a good person. Not like us."

To the words of Shino, the capital disputed Bozori.

"... let me tell you from me, Poetry is a good enough man, too"

"Did I say something?

"No, Nah."

The capital was walking with a bitter smile, keeping itself on Shino's shoulder.

"Ma'am, are you sure you want to stay here?

"- Yeah."

A merchant who was on your stand calls out in front of you. The man was one of a number of merchants carrying food and supplies for Arnelia's 400th anniversary festival. Arnelia is one of the richest cities on the continent. At the same time it is also the most powerful and wealthy group on the continent. The merchant considered this 400th anniversary festival a major turning point.

Witnesses have been handling small shipments of supplies for over two decades. Instead of targeting a thousand bucks, doing solid business made it quite famous, and it was a day that often toured smaller villages and towns than larger cities. I had made the trick and the fortune because of my prudent personality, but at the same time I felt somewhere that it was not interesting. But I couldn't keep my sick mother inside and get my hands on the big business, and if I noticed, I'd already counted 40.

The merchant's mother also died the previous year, and the merchant decided to go into battle. He hired people to carry goods to Arnelia. Arnelia is not interesting as a commercial opponent, but she also knew that they were not going to spare any money for this 400th anniversary festival. It would depend on the quality and type of supplies, but it could be predicted that there would be no loss first.

More wealth here, hands on big business. With such ambition, the merchant spermed out for transport. The fact of the matter is that in the past year, the profits have swelled twice and by the end of the Continental Peace Conference, we were planning to have an amount well above our target.

It is such a fold. It was on the side of the road that I saw a woman attacked by mercenary runaways. The merchant knew it was better to decide to ignore it by intuition, but he wasn't even bad enough to overlook it. Fortunately, this is the number of mercenaries in the Merchant Guard. The merchant drove the bandits away and rescued the woman.

Arnelia's peripheral knights have also stepped up their patrols, but the people and wealth gathered in Arnelia this time are on an unusual scale. No matter how much you chase away, such a rogue will appear without a scratch. I lost my voice trying to reprimand the woman who helped me wonder how dangerous it was for a woman to walk the streets alone and the merchant didn't even know that.

"- Beautiful"

The merchant's first voice was a compliment. No, just that it was the merchants who squeezed out their voices, and the others must have felt the same way. Some of the mercenaries in the guard dropped the sword they had. As we learned later, it was not a group of bandits or the like that were attacking women, but a gathering of those who offered protection to the women heading to Arnelia.

But the merchant shook his neck to dispel the evil thoughts, thinking in his head that he could also understand their feelings.

"Which way is it going?

- To Arnelia.

The woman just answered that and didn't even have much conversation later. The mercenaries of the guard talk to this with a glimmer of light, but sometimes they just smile and the woman hardly replies. But he wanted to see that smile, smiling at times, and the men offered the woman a meal without being asked, sending flowers and spinning to compete for the word of love.

It was a hilarious and serene time, but the woman didn't talk about anything, she just sat quietly in a carriage covered with a front.

Continued