The Branded Female Fencer

"No, I meant it. I'm gonna give you everything you can get out here right now."

"Right. Then let's just say I believe that word."

"Tell me one more thing than that. Who did you learn from? I've never heard you shoot me in the leg before."

"I haven't learned from anyone. I heard there was such a move and tried to practice it myself. I heard it was something to shoot with my hand, but it is decided that it is stronger to shoot with my leg than to shoot with my hand. I wonder why you assume it's a hand shot technique."

Bergay flashed for a moment at Seite's words, and laughed. I see. Because of this, I was convinced that his fist Saint Gora was still practicing his fist. I wonder if the only person who doesn't think about it is this person.

And slap Seite on the shoulder, and Bergay leaves.

"I enjoy fighting and talking to you. Be stronger. I want to see that, too."

"I don't know if I'm going to be strong. I'm an animal man, but I'm not that long-lived. Not twice as good as humans at best. How strong they can be in the meantime."

"You'll be stronger than me."

"Wait, I still seem to have a lot to teach you. I want you to train after this tournament. Can you ask for it?"

It was a sincere offer if made Seite, and Bergay wanted to welcome it. But that's never appropriate.

But there was no way I could say no, or Bergay.

"Oh, fine. Speak up when the tournament is over. We'll be joining your mercenary regiment, won't we? Ask that woman and she'll know where I am."

"Okay. Looking forward to it."

"I feel like drinking after the tournament. Get me a good guy. That's the deal."

"Fine. I don't really know how to hang out with you because I'm in the lower house."

The seriousness of the story was somewhere interesting, and Bergay smiled and left. Praise applauded the battle, but also raised his hand to respond to Bergay. Bergay was himself surprised that he had reacted that way, but left the arena behind without wondering or feeling bad.

Seite unfortunately dropped off that Bergay posterior somewhere, but returned to me with a sore right shoulder. It would be broken by a Bergay kick. Seite also knew which would have won if he had fought like that in unrestricted action.

"... that's regrettable, that you're powerless."

When Seite gripped his left fist, he left the venue behind without responding to cheer despite winning. Not so many noticed the change in Seite's inner mind at this time.

Rhine, who was watching this battle, was secretly delighted with the blossoming of Seite's talent, but wondered because the Roch beside him looked difficult the other way around.

"What's up, Admiral? It's the emergence of a strong beast man, aren't you happy?

"No, I'm glad so."

I didn't think Seite was strong enough. And by winning here, it will be the Tensei match next. Even the Tensei match could be won out as it is.

Roch, honestly, was going to lose where appropriate. I didn't think it would be a good idea to expose the power of the Beast General under the day, and what I'm saying is, it's a competition. It's not like the interaction I risked my life on, and I didn't think I needed to be serious. And how can it be accepted that the Beastman is too active in this tournament? If it seems bitter, it would be very bad for Groussard's negotiations.

Is it even better for Gruzaldo that the strength of Seite is spread throughout the human world? Roch couldn't make a decision. The fact that the beast men are so strong can stir up extra hostility and vigilance towards Gruzaldo. Besides, if you heat up too much in battle and even seriously injure your opponent, that's just giving them unfavourable material in a peace conference.

Cerio and Lünca are still young. Even though I have more than that command experience in combat, I believe that politics cannot be done. Honestly, I'm glad those two just lost. Being underestimated in diplomacy can work advantageously, but overestimation is not a good idea right now.

"(Once I see the king, I shall turn to him for judgment. And I was going to abstain in the next game, but I had to win. Worst case scenario, you'll need to stop Seite)"

Roch was worried about more seeds of extra worry, but there is still no reason to know that Kapur once had the same problem when he had an older young Dryan.

"- How could you do this!

It was Miranda who left it to her emotions to slap her desk.

Around that time, the venue for the peace conference was noisy. No one shouted because they were just representatives of the countries, but there were many women such as Shane Sereno or those who were weak complained of ill health and took their seats off and went to the emergency room.

The reason for this was that Sailors, the embassy representative of the Principality of Prajour, a nation on the eastern edge of the continent, had been killed when he was doing more for it. My men picked me up about the embassy delegate who wouldn't be out forever, and Sailors with no neck was found sitting in the bathroom. Blood was still gushing from his neck, and his men screamed and discovered it.

There was a lot of people in and out while Sailors was adding to the use in private rooms. Nearly 50 people are in and out, even if they are just checking. However, there are strict checks when entering and leaving the building where the peace conference takes place, but the building is free to move. It was therefore difficult to ascertain who was inside then and who was not there. The Knights of the Temple also looked around, but it wasn't their turn to use the bathroom.

Approximate policy was decided on the ninth day of the meeting, and starting tomorrow, the meeting had been abruptly cancelled at a time when each mission was likely to be in the process of watching the Tenmei match in peace.

"Well, if we don't have a conversation, let me go home."

King Swendle of Romansland had just tried to pull himself into his curtain and was nearly stopped by the guards, but he went out forcefully to push them over. Instead, Anneclose was to remain, but it was about the arrowhead, which was to serve as the king's aide again, and this was clearly the case with knowing the flow so far.

And the Puritanical White Fun of the Exorcism Society, on the contrary, kept his eyes closed, flashing in the Great Conference Room. It was only natural to occupy the centre of the table to be there, as if I had already attended the meeting from the beginning.

The Puritanical White Fun also whispered once he saw the assistant poem.

Continued