The Branded Female Fencer

"That's right, have you seen the Unified Martial Arts Games?

"Whether you're underground or not, well, you can see. Occasionally."

"Who do you think will win?

"I don't know. I'm not interested."

Stervese says it off in a boring way. Gora stares at Stervese with a troubled face.

"Not so amazing"

"If you ask your concubine, it would be more surprising if you could be so interested in the world of the dead while living longer like your Lord. There are no real strong men in this tournament. If the concubine appeared, the victory would be decided, and that would be the same in the Three Warcraft under the concubine, in the Lord, and in Miriazal?

Imagine who wins by letting ants fight each other, is that funny?

"The analogy is too bad. Every inch of bug has a soul, right?

"I know about that, but I can't have anything I'm not interested in. It would have been somewhat interesting if there had been at least magic, but martial arts alone. Well, there's something about one person who's going to be able to compete well with the Lord."

Stervese laughed slightly as Gora twisted her neck.

"What, you haven't noticed? Still sweet on the side."

"Ha, it doesn't even depend on the face"

"Not as old as your Lord, but older than Miriazal, and with the participation of those who have power. If that's what you want, you'll be sure to win."

"So much?

"I guess I'll have a good battle with Miriazal of all my might without magic. If magic is forbidden, it falls into the most powerful category on the continent. It is nowhere near the reach of emerging species such as humans and beasts.

I once knew that clan, but even the ancient dragons were reasonable people. Should I say it's also interesting that such beings do not hold the hegemony of the continent "

Stervese ran out of words, so Gora often thought. Of course I'm not sticking to the tournament, but I wonder if there would have been so many martial artists. Gora roared in disgrace of her unknown, wondering if there were still other powerful players, although the competitors, who had become the reputation of the audience, should have roughly held them down as well.

The gola was staring at Stervese.

"Don't you notice?

"What?"

"Then I'm saying the sides are sweet. There will be a disciple of the Lord. I forgot my first name, but it's going to break. Is that good?

"Shire did?

Gora took a seat, with a look of drunkenness awakened at once. And before Gora said anything, she pointed to a certain point.

"Thanks for the good liquor. Find your own distance."

"I'm grateful!

That's all I left to say, Gora disappeared like the wind. It was once a Stelvese I never dreamed that such a fist haughter would come out of a dull, non-combat-oriented race of beasts. In that sense, the current Unified Martial Arts Games are also interesting, but there is another reason why Xing is not on board at this time.

"Who's going to stop the woman who embodies the doom that's slowly walking here? The concubine won't do it, so if you do something about it, neither the sword emperor nor Calamity will do it in the first place.

Let's do something about it before Arnelia disappears. "

With all that whining, Stelvese fell preoccupied with the idea that Roxanne, who had just turned into a drunk and annoying guest, was now more of a problem.

"What the hell, Temehe et al."

Vasquez took the liberty of occupying one of the vacant noble mansions, making it a Negijo. He was in the midst of bringing in Shire who passed out there and nourishing his sharpness for tomorrow while clearing the heat.

It was Arnelia's elite unit that broke into the place. There were also Alberto and Miranda on the spot. Of course Vasquez knew who he was dealing with, but seeing people doesn't change his attitude.

Miranda was horsebacked by Vasquez, who jumped, and everyone on the spot put their hands on the sword pattern, but Miranda turns a glimpse at Shire, who continues to be destroyed by controlling it with her hands.

I don't know what you're gonna do.

"Is that about this kid, or the request?

"About work, I'd say, but let's just ask them both"

To Miranda's words, Vasquez was laughing.

"Ha! That's not the Archbishop of Arnelia! You're kind to me even with this attitude."

"Irony is fine, talk. You don't want what a dumb result that kid died while you were asking what was going on, do you?

"That's right, but this is just plain worrying. He's the father of this and I killed his brother, but he was after a chance to get revenge for resentment for it. So, it's a payback for nothing. The material isn't bad, but you were 10 years early. You can use anything you want with a plan, you idiot. Honestly deal with me from the front. It's this motherfucker. You look like a father to me."

Shire's hand tickled at Vasquez's insult. Miranda didn't miss that, but Vasquez tramples that hand relentlessly.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't kill you. If you kill him, he'll cancel his participation, right? That's a long shot. You hurt yourself moderately, and when you pass out, you wake up with strong pain. It's hard to add or subtract inside, but this kid is honest. I haven't stunned you once yet. I can't talk to you because I broke your jaw, but you're deaf and you barely see your eyes, okay?

"Yes. I mean, is there anything else in life?

"I'm going to. But, well, normally, you're unrepeatable. Sounds like we can push him to the scrap mentally in a little while."

Vasquez laughed as he seemed to enjoy himself, so the surrounding Temple Knights accidentally revealed their disgust. But he also controlled it, and Miranda told him calmly.

Continued