The Branded Female Fencer

"Hey, why are you letting me live?

"The answer is simple, because I think it's still worth using. Besides, you're a hopeless scumbag, but it's not like you don't have the hang of being a warrior. The vengeful opponents are unanimous, and they have their pride in the contract.

I'll keep you alive while it helps. "

"Ha, she's a scary woman. My people have cold guys, animals, perverts, but you're the scariest woman I've ever met."

"I'll take that as a compliment. So, why don't you hide yourself for a while? I'll have Zems' people pull out too."

"I don't mind that. If you lose in an unusual way, how many places are they, and Zems is the kind of person who only puts the strong next door. You don't feel like I'm worth using anymore, and I don't have a special sense of fellowship myself.

Just... "

"Just?"

Vasquez stared, but Miranda commanded in a strong tone.

"Say it, my orders."

It's a ruse plan. I was in charge of cultivating the former brave Lidil. I left it to the Heavy Knight Geist because you had a purpose, and I came this way, but Lydill was supposed to grow very badly.

Then the Demon King is not a vessel. As soon as you leave it alone, but it'll be a threat like the Great Demon King. You know Arnelia. "

"Approximately, yes. But I was wondering if you could tell me more, if the wound would heal."

"Oh, that's good. That sounds more interesting."

Vasquez, invincibly distorting his mouth, was carried away by stretchers. Alberto advanced anxiously as he saw how it was going.

"Is that okay, now? He's dangerous."

"Yeah, it's a dangerous' human '. No more collars, no more rebellion against eagles. You can't deal with a thousand monsters like that. The only people who think the pilgrims are more crooked are eagles?

"That may be the way you see it..."

"You don't have to worry about that, Alberto. You just have to brush your sword arms, protect the eagle, and wield its full power when you need it.

Leave the political rush to the eagle. It's rougher tomorrow than that. You heard about today's noon meeting, didn't you?

That being said, Miranda went back to her duties again. Miranda was right. Alberto did also recognize that the Heavenly Games and Conferences after tomorrow are more important now than deeply worrying about Vasquez.

The peace conference after noon was havoc.

When Alphilis and Lisa were all together and back at Ray Fan's escort, I instantly realized that the atmosphere of the meeting had changed.

There is no sign of Miranda this afternoon because she was often involved in running the Unified Martial Arts Games, and Elsa, who is supposed to be an assistant, is also severely wounded at the Unified Martial Arts Games and has not yet been able to return. There was an auxiliary, but Miriazal would virtually be alone before the Hordes.

Towards that Miriazal a relentless voice of condemnation flew in the conference.

"It's a total lapse!

"How do you intend to take responsibility, such as the murder of an envoy inside the conference hall!

Those who had previously taken a neutral stance also voiced their relentlessness because they found out their lives could be threatened. Some of them were even close to cursing rumors, but in summary, they are as they were earlier.

Knowing Miriazal's temperament, Alphilis had observed with interest what Miriazal would do with it, but he was impressed with how well he had put up with it, just to keep apologizing for how sorry he seemed.

"(Hey, this is what wears a real cat, right? What a bearable thing. No, a fox wears a man's skin, maybe? Sounds a little more upsetting, but have you weaved this development in a bit?

Alphilis had thought about that, but he even creeps up Miriazal, who doesn't try to argue anything, and he was piercing silence around Puritanical White Fun, Swendle, Muse and Dryan.

In doing so, someone broke the venue's air. Again, I don't know, but this was Shane Sereno again.

The lady, who was supposed to be resting because she didn't feel great, came here and came back to the conference hall. Attention is drawn to nature and its appearance.

"Sorry I'm late"

"(That sounds deliberate)"

Alphilis has received a report from Renatica. It is presumably one of the performances that Shane Sereno enters the conference room here.

And then Shane Sereno asked me to speak.

"Shane, how about Lord Sereno, about this Arnelian body?"

It was also felt by Alphilis that there were several people who took their breath to see if this statement had finally arrived. While Arnelia herself feels beneficent, she is somewhere neglected and not without envy for her position. But it was not what would happen if we surfaced it, it was just that we were in a bad position.

It is the moment when the dissatisfaction that was smoking beneath the lake surface, which seemed calm, finally surfaced. And when Shane Sereno thought a little before spinning the words, the unexpected words appeared.

Continued