The Branded Female Fencer

"Vasquez, there's more to be done in front of you than that. Today's opponent will only die if he stands with a wooden knife."

"... oh, I know that. But you can't forget who cared, can you? If you had a nice woman in the city, you'd want to push her down for now, even before you meet other women?

"When you hear about it, do you want me to replace the woman with a pretty boy?"

"Uh, no, no, no. I can't believe this is your buddy, it's the end of the world. I don't think there are any more decent strong men."

Sheva sighed when she saw Vasquez blossoming into a crappy debate, as the legacy seemed.

Mercredo was quietly looking down on the Vasquez 'exchange from those above the arena. I know about them. He said that he was a fierce man with no one lined up on the continent, and at the same time a crumb to despise. Mercreed thought that their battle had no doctrinal claims.

It's been a long time since they called it 'Blood Warfare', but it's not like I like anything to fight hard. It was just that, as a result of his desire to receive the blade more bravely than any of his companions, and more than anyone else, he became so called.

Mercreed who doesn't put his emotions on the table, but he really likes the Carazel Cavalry and still prides himself on being the best mercenary regiment on the continent. The unwavering faith of the generations and the companions who support it. Everything is the pride and treasure of Mercury. Mercred is ready to do everything he can, even if he doesn't like it, beyond being told to fight on behalf of the regiment and win.

"(Do you have two Zems buddies in it... Vasquez and Ya will be crushed by the Sword Emperor, but Tochi Heritage and Ya are troublesome. That's the guy who doesn't choose the cut of his stuff. Even if it's a wooden knife, it doesn't go well with me. It would be a nasty opponent if it were a heavenly match)"

Mercury was beginning to crush and observe the remaining competitors. Mercred is not a battle genius. The greatest weapon is irresistible training and the prediction that comes from its experience and observation. Even every step of the day is a reference in the battle. Mercred observes a little bit more of his opponent's movements and makes predictions work so he can win no matter who he hits.

There are many strong competitors. On this condition, so are the opponents who will have difficulty winning. They can also repeat observations and measures and improve the chances of winning at all by putting the conditions in place. But there was only one person yesterday who wasn't sure. It is the moment when I think of the other person.

"What are you thinking, a wandering spear"

That's what they said, and Merkleed was sloppy. There are a limited number of humans who can call that name. Mercred almost accidentally lost his calm and raised his voice because the man who stood next to him was the same person he just thought of.

"That was..."

"I haven't seen that in a long time. I've worked with him before, remember? They may not have looked like each other."

"Match...?

Merkleed tilted his neck, but the man was laughing all the time.

"Don't you see? Maybe he didn't even have a clear ego yet. Okay, forget it. Just a little nostalgic."

"Wait, but surely somewhere..."

Merkleed tried to speak up, stepping on the shadow of a man. At that moment, the memories of the past were evoked in Mercury.

"Ahhh!? Sure, I remember. But that was a long time ago. What about you?

The man did not answer the words, but laughed lightly and disappeared. Merkleed did not follow, but merely looked behind the young man in that pitch-black figure.

The morning of the ninth day of the meeting was both quiet and restless. For one thing, that the agenda is no longer narrowed down and into fine regulation. The controversy over the right of initiative had already ended, and most people were uncomfortable with Shane Sereno's partition.

Miriazal lightly holds his usual morning meeting with Miranda before coming to the meeting. The course of this meeting was also discussed there.

"It's convenient that the spearhead of condemnation wasn't right for us - after all, you mean the battle stayed on before we fought"

"Come on, I wonder. Although it would have been an inexcusable situation if they did accuse me. In the end, the break-in of the exorcism society would be unexpected, wouldn't it, as the discussions between Swendle and Shane Sereno had been held in advance? I wonder if they think it's puzzling, too.

"I tried to explore that, but there were too few ingredients. I have no idea what Puritanical White Fun is thinking. And because of Bradymaria, it was impossible to contact Shino. For some reason, I really like poetry. I won't be away from you for a while.

At the very least, if Poetry will be completely alone, I will try to hear all sorts of things. "

Miriazal, I thought of the poetry that I once raised like my daughter by hand salt, and I was biting my nails with regret. But Miranda suddenly missed the act.

"- That's it. Is Kiyojo Poetry and the others that trustworthy?

"Huh? Lord, what are you saying? Isn't that the woman who freed herself from childhood education and battle? Be trustworthy."

"But you don't know anything about it when you get back to the East, do you? If I got a clue from you, I should be teaching you the art of using people's minds. How can you be sure this one isn't dancing?

The word kills Miriazal. Something tells me Miriazal never throws a harsh word at Miranda, but he never kills her. Even if opinions can be conflicting and cursing each other, Miranda is enough to carry on her memories to wonder if it was nearly a hundred years before she could be turned on for real killing.

Miriazal threw words to conceive her anger.

"Hey, how dare you say something good and bad?

"Though I understand. But why are you so obsessed with poetry when you even use other people's feelings? Emotion becomes a gap. That's what you once taught Atashi, and Atashi, who didn't understand, is right. Every now and then, you make a big mistake. Every time I remember being reprimanded, I've never seen a supreme bishop (master) fail with love.

It's the fundamentals of the exchanger that make you doubt everything. Atashi, is something wrong?

Miranda's words were always right, so Miriazal mumbles. But you're right, Miriazal didn't feel comfortable being sent to this continent where no one relies or is close to him in a more hostage-like position than he was in his childhood, and even the girl who took care of him from scratch had to be suspicious. Because Shino felt like a family he hadn't had in a long time.

Before the mouthwatering Miriazal, Miranda drank tea and took a seat.

Continued