The Branded Female Fencer

"If you're not nostalgic, you don't serve as a spy, do you? Keep me alert, Busli, because I can't. Well, no, the requirements are simple. Don't you know where Hidun is?

I got the name of the range I expected, but the answer was simple.

"That's just what I want to hear, too. He disappeared without contacting me."

"... um, you don't seem to be lying. Actually, we and Hidun were in a cooperative relationship, right? But I couldn't get in touch with the border one day.

Bradymaria doesn't seem to know about Hidun either, and when Hidun's handover is unavailable, wouldn't you connect with Oranzeble as an intermediary?

"That's just what I want to hear, too. A black magician can't be connected to anything but Hidun. Are black magicians still able to operate in the first place? Titania, Doom, Calamity, Bradymaria, and I feel like we're moving in a different way, don't we?

The capital sighed at Mascalade's words. Mascalade was also the conclusion he made on top of gathering information, but apparently the black magician is not operational.

Fenna had expected that the Demon King's activities had been decreasing very rarely in recent times and that at least the absence of anomalies and silences had resulted in an extreme reduction in the number of soldiers that could be moved, rendering them incapable of large-scale activities.

But Mascarade thought it was creepy the other way around. Black magicians were formed in the first place when they were supposed to be around decades old. For hundreds of years before that, or more than a thousand years, what was Orangeable doing? Who was it using to move? No matter how powerful it is, if it involves all of the continent on its own, it will also have limited means, and why did it require black magicians in the last few decades? As its hands and feet, did you speak to Sconner?

Mascarade's doubts were getting aggregated there, but he didn't know anyone else who was thinking the same thing, so the doubts couldn't even be debated.

The capital behind it is going to lose its head, but how do you contemplate the status quo? Mascalade was dying to know that. I assumed the sigh earlier was not just a sigh.

"What's up? Too bad I can't get in touch with Oranzebul or Hidun that much?

"No. Honestly, there's a way to get in touch with Orangeables. But I want to know where Hidun is."

"What do you mean?

"Do you know where Hidun came from?

Mascarade shook his head vertically.

"Naturally, it's common sense to look into employers. Barfavel, the king of bloodsucking species, is a child, isn't he?

"That's right. One of the few Great Demon Kings who survived the war and still operate. Besides, we live in hiding from the world, but a large force that still possesses the very power of wartime. And extremely, intelligent and able to negotiate with Arnelia."

"I hear the bloodsucking king hated the battle and hid it peacefully. The king's territory is considered a restricted place, and without being put on a map, either it is somewhat protected or confined by the surrounding countries. What's wrong with that?"

"I was wondering if I could hang Hidun as bait."

Mascarade frowned at the measure.

"Are you serious? What do we do with any more chaos on the continent! What are you after, destroying this continent?

"No, I don't think so. And even though you're the Great Demon King, you don't think you can defeat Calamity or Bradymaria, do you? If you're a smart girl, do you realize what we're doing?

"... Oh, you mean that. You guys are going to build a base on this continent, right? Are you going to enter this continent?"

Without answering the words of Mascalade, the capital pulled the blade all the way. And he answered as he went out of the jaw.

"Well, I'll leave that area to your imagination. One thing's for sure: we want collaborators on this continent. We'll make sure you get something in return for helping us."

"You want me to be a collaborator?

"Of course the burden is not strong. As far as I can, that's fine. You may prioritize your interests.

However, I would appreciate it if you could still keep a secret about who Calamity is. Calamity is concerned, so if you were to be exposed to who you really are, you could start a brawl. "

"What if I refuse to be a collaborator?

The capital flaunted its shoulders.

"That won't produce good results for each other. You're going to lose your life and I'm going to lose a collaborator named you forever."

"That's a threat."

"It's a fact. It would be bad for you to be a spy, wouldn't it?

"That's right. But don't think you can easily do something about me?

Again, the capital flaunted its shoulders at the forthcoming Mascarade.

"I hate violent ways. I'd like a friendly relationship. I want to reward my labor properly."

"Well, it depends on how you get out."

"Really? Bye."

The capital nodded, yeah, and then left without a sound. Mascarade was flabbergasted by the capital, which had just left.

"After all, what are you doing here?"

"Amir, haven't you? Is your body okay?

Fenna's voice calls for me, Mascarade. And when I fixed my face, I went straight outside.

"Excuse me, I'm coming now!

"Yeah, that's fine."

Joining Fenna for a small run, the capital shrugged as she watched Mascarade leave.

"You can dance even if you leave me alone. This one just needs to make a little push. I don't expect a dumb spy to be able to figure out who he is. I just need to leave a lot of possibilities behind."

And when he was dull, the city laughed, and departed.

Continued