The Branded Female Fencer

"Hey, Poetry. Could you ask me for one?

At the very beginning of the morning opening, Bradymaria, looking out the window frame, spoke to Shino. Bradymaria laughs wildly when Poetry, who was told not to give orders but to ask for favors, doubted her ears unintentionally, is neat.

"What could it be? Is it that rare for Atashi to do you every favor?

"No, it wasn't the usual tone. Doesn't sound like much of a tea scene, does it?

"I like satirical women, Poetry. But being too smart is a thought?

In Bradymaria's careless words, Poetry learned the feeling of being dictated by his gut. It's not like Shino doesn't have one in her belly either. But I don't think Brady Maria knows about it. Because Brady Maria doesn't need a fine fornicator or anything. Whatever Poetry plans, it won't be something that Brady Maria found out about, and she'll consider it a minor thing that's not enough to take.

It must be an unconscious word - Poetry inquired as he told himself.

"You're not smart enough to be that smart in the first place. May I tell you how well my Arnelia is doing while studying abroad?

"That sounds a little funny, too, but this case is serious. Actually, I lost touch with one of my sons."

Son - I mean, Poetry understands that you mean the butlers. Bradymaria won't move one eyebrow no matter how much a human dies, except for the raw (though) who divided her own flesh. Especially calling the elites they have given birth to as deacons, but harming them is tantamount to buying instant Bradymaria's wrath.

It is now taught that she is also the enemy of Miriazal because she has dealt with several deacons. This was what I heard both from Miriazal and from Bradymaria.

Poetry also thinks that his neck will fly if he makes a mistake, and carefully chooses words.

"My son - were you infiltrated by this Arnelia?

"That's right. I just don't want to keep track of Miriazal's trends. She's a kid who can be simulated into water, not as good as Doom, but she can also pollute water. Wow. Do you know that Arnelia's troublesome thing about being a fortified city is the abundance of water resources?

"No."

"Honestly, if it's just the previous junction, I can't even forcefully break it, and I did, but breaking the current junction is a bit boney. You can break it over time, but in the meantime Miriazal will take some action.

Then I can think of digging in from the basement, but Arnelia's ground is hard, and I can't dig in the normal way. Wow. I was researching a demon king whose anomaly would be a miner (Digger) to fix this, but isn't he dead?

Plus filling the basement with sanctified water seems to be helping to strengthen the ground and ties. Water sanctified by demons as well as evil spirits and dead spirits like Doom works wow. This city was created in anticipation of a showdown with us. "

Poetry was annoyed when I was told. It is true that the Deep Green Palace was filled with holy water, but holy water does not necessarily work on normal demons. I was wondering why it was so thoroughly applied, but Miriazar was building it to prevent a demon raid, or the intrusion of its subordinates.

I once wondered for a moment but never considered my intentions that far, and once again, Shino was ashamed of his own unknown.

Bradymaria continues.

"So, hey, you were asking Euwayne, the Atassi's son, to make a detailed waterway map and contaminate the water sources? Besides, if this city had sewage, there wouldn't be a place where the water wouldn't flow? I thought it would be easy to gather information.

I couldn't get in touch with Euwayne because I stayed on the eastern continent, but Atashi followed me here also to interact directly with Euwayne. That's because Baba from Stervese can't even move because she can't take her eyes off this one for 30 seconds using a thousand eyes.

So instead of Atashi, oh... yes. "

Brady Maria has asked me to be cute, but the content is not cute at all. Bradymaria is not the only one on the lookout. The mission itself is being watched by a large number of people, and it's extremely difficult, such as sneaking through its surveillance network and making contact with the latent son of Bradymaria.

It's not like there's no way. But it's not a cheap project either. When Shino was staring in reply, Bradymaria was under pressure to sweeten her chin on Shino's lap at some point.

"There's a way, right? Atashi didn't do you an impossible favor. Wow. Or do I have to tell you how?

Shino took his breath. Perhaps Bradymaria already understands how Poetry thinks. You're most right, but not now.

But earlier than Shino thought of a way to open up, Bradymaria was softly earringing.

"Don't use Ceremony Capital. I'm not here right now, keep it a secret from Master Bai Le, Agel."

Poetry was as palpable as a heartbeat, but he breathed in the ears of Poetry, and Bradymaria withdrew.

And Bradymaria threw a small box at Shino and sent it to him. Poetry rushes to receive it.

Continued