The Branded Female Fencer

Rhine was surprised how much Diore was coming to bring the division chief to his squire. Besides, he's not the head of the original division in the capital, but the division leader of the three armies on the border led by Diore. He is the field representative for Dantoz. Strength should be known by extrapolation.

"(You can't add or subtract. Whether or not you can do everything you can to win)"

The previous game was over as the line thought about that. I hear Diore's game is over. I thought we'd meet directly in the holding room if we had a smaller number of people left, but that's never happened before. The restroom was still opposed today.

Is there an edge or not? I still don't know that, but I didn't mean to play an unusual game with the line.

"Well, let's see how much of my strength goes through."

"Lieutenant, hold on!

"Please win!

Ivanzard was in front of the line where he stood in the arena, cheered by his fellow players. The hiccups are calm, and the faint faces rather look better in the social arena. If you don't look carefully, you're in a more supple shape than you can imagine you're on the front lines. Of course it's not hard to imagine having muscle armor under your clothes.

Rhine struck his tongue. To assume from the signs, the line is beyond the level of division chief to know. It was definitely a mighty enemy, but that Ivanzard was talking to the line.

"Were you still a senior? Long time no see..."

"It's a mistake. I don't know you, and I've never been to Alexandria."

Before Ivanzard said anything, Rhine clearly denied it. Even greetings are blocked and surprising Ivanzard.

A routine precaution is given before the game, but it's not even much in the ear of the line. The line told Ivanzard to screw it up.

"I'm not going to ride your invitation, and even if I do, I'll make you regret it. Even if I'm just a dirty mercenary line.

When you don't even know what's going to happen to your country, you say it's a coup? Oh, my God, they're here. "

"... I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ivanzard told him quietly. The fighting spirit came through the eyes, though quiet.

"I also came here with you, my sword, following the figure of a knight I once admired. The answer is grasped with a sword. It was taught that the truth is always at the edge of the sword, no matter who meets what.

Whatever you insist you have nothing to do with it, speak with your sword and you will know. "

"What if I had nothing to do with it?

"What I found out. Just until I slash it."

Rhine gave an expression of disgust to Ivanzard's answer that did not stare.

"Push violence through in the name of righteousness, slaughter if you don't mind. That's why I hate knights. It's time for the people involved to know that any beautiful subject won't turn into violence."

"So what is your righteousness?

"There's no justice. All I have is a desire filled with greed. The sword is a means of violence that can make it happen. I'd prefer a mercenary who still wields his sword as he desires, I would."

"Hmm, what an indolence. If you've fallen so far, let me wake you up."

As Ivanzard lowered to a fixed position, he pulled out his sword and stood unawares in the front eye. In contrast, the line stands inclined with the sword in place.

And Rhine laughed and began to talk.

"Speaking of which, you know I'm the head of the venue here?

"? It's..."

"I know, don't I? You're sending me a spy. But I don't even know what I do. The head of the venue can do a lot of things, right? For example, yes - this starting line. Doesn't that bother you?

Ivanzard glanced at his feet. Because the signal to start hasn't been made yet. But I can't see it turning into the starting line at my feet.

And when I glanced at the line, I saw the starting line at its foot and my body reacted frighteningly. I feel like I used to watch this distance from the side.

"The person in charge can also work a little more carefully on the competition venue. Let's say you put the start line down a little bit and make it just seven steps for me."

"... Ha!?

"- Begin!"

At that time, the judgment abruptly greeted the beginning. The line used that the referee's precautions were always the same, regulating the length of the conversation from the beginning. And with the signal of initiation, he was attacked by Ivanzard in the presence of the divine speed.

Continued