The Branded Female Fencer

"(If it's true, it's not if you're doing this. I don't know when I'll meet the main body of Calamity, and even if I don't, something odd has happened too much here lately.

I can't even say I got a paragraph about Hamitte, and as always, I can't get in touch with Hidun, and I don't know when Calamity will attack me. My husband also worried me last night that my expression was dark. And about the child in my belly -) "

Muscalade was still worried about the amyloids, whether they should give birth or not. Sconner is greatly reducing the number after persecution and is recommended to women to be aggressive in having children. Whatever it is, there is no temperament in not quitting to have children among the fae. Of course, Mascarade is taught that way, and I was always prepared to do so.

I have heard that the synchronization, which I have yet to experience giving birth because I am a spy, but have been judged useless as a spy, led me to spend the rest of my life as a device to have even a child inside.

A man who is a husband is not clever to live, but he is foolish and gentle. In peacetime, I guess this would have made me happy. However, it is possible that the colour of the eyes of the child to be born will be removed. If Sconner and Seeker become children, there's exactly half a chance that the color of their eyes will drop by. If the color of the child's eyes that was born were red - all the children would be terminated on the spot. And as a traitor, my husband could also be destroyed. Mascalade herself was surprised that involving someone as a spy was the pinnacle of stupidity and, above all, guilty of involving so many honest seekers.

With that in mind repeatedly, it was only natural that the sleep of the last few days had not been calm. I wake up many times in the middle of the night with nightmares that I can chase after every time I sleep. If you wake up, you will be sweaty, and you have changed your bedclothes many times. My husband's sleep seems deep and unaware, but it is close to a miracle that he is able to do his job without doing so.

"(I'll commit a serious lapse one day as it is. Shall I ask someone to assist Fenna? No, I don't think that talent is in the Seeker now. Besides, if you offer to be ill, Fenna, who worried about you, might say she's going to cancel the meeting. She's so affectionate and stupid.

This meeting and effort will also serve Sconner far away. need to be successful) "

When Mascalade regained her mind, she decided to head to the job in front of her first. At that moment, Mascarade's movements were solidifying.

I wonder what Fenna is and stop.

"Amir? What's wrong?

"Yes, no... may I stop by for a moment?

"You just dropped by."

"Women have conveniences, guess what!

There was no time to choose the words, and Mascarade turned on the spot to throw them away. He left with his right. I feel like Fenna's face turned bright red to her ears, but I can't stand that.

Mascarade was washing his face with the water he was hoarding to wash his hands, making sure no one was there, as he jumped to his feet. It's a complete violation in Arnelia's manners, but I didn't have time to worry about that.

After washing his face several times, Mascarade was finally calmly back.

"Yes, it's Calamity now - was the person next door 'that guy'? And that means Calamity is..."

Yes, that's it.

A soothing sensation hits the throat of the mascarade and a drop of blood flows when stabbed. It was Arnelia's idea to put glass in the box, but no one saw it except Mascarade's face, which looked dumb on less cloudy glass than any other city.

Mascalade never breathed, and spoke to someone behind her. Mascarade's expression in the glass returns seriously as he looks at it.

"Who is it? You know me as Princess Fenna's aide, Amir?

"Don't play easy to understand, Mascarade. Come on."

Slightly ridiculous words about this one, giddy mascarade. The Lord of the Word continued to talk about the mascarade as he slowly moved the possibly short knife against his throat as it wrapped around his neck.

"My name is Ceremony Capital and I use the Demon Society. Oh, it's no use knowing my name, is it? I am not registered within the mission of the Demon Society, and I am not supposed to be on this continent.

I was confident when it came to disappearing. This is how you're good at acting covert, isn't it? In that sense, do you feel familiar with me? Like. "

"... bullshit is good. Say the requirements."

To the irritating words of Mascalade, a sighing capital.

Continued