The Branded Female Fencer

"Thank you for waiting, gentlemen! We will now resume the Unified Martial Arts Games, the afternoon section!

Fanfare rang along with a declaration to the venue. There were some opinions as to whether the performance was excessive, but if there was a fanfare that sounded all the way outside the venue, it would also tell them that the game had started. It is also said that the Unified Martial Arts Games divide success with attention to the Tensei match. Miranda wanted to increase the value of the Tensei match, even if it was slightly over-performing.

But both Miranda and Alberto at heart were absent from the Games headquarters seat. Miranda could not be in the main seat of the tournament in response to Titania and in order to take care of Perpergis.

The attendants looked at each other anxiously, but in Miranda's absence, Lapenti is supposed to represent them. The Lapenti ordered the match to proceed as planned at the tournament headquarters. Next door, in case, Mason was also at HQ. Mason whispered to Lapenty as he fixed his glasses.

"You're fucking important, you're important, grandma. Will or will Miranda represent you?

"I don't like it either, it's Elsa's job. But Elsa is enough to finally get up yesterday. Trauma is healed by witchcraft, but damage to shaken brains and guts is not easily removed. Half a month is quiet, no matter how soon. Well, then, I can't even represent you, can I? I mean it better than thinking about what I can't do. If you're anxious, will you take your place?

"I politely refuse, motherfucker"

"You sound rougher than usual, too. Are you nervous without a pattern?

Mason replied that he would wear the glasses he fixed.

"I get nervous. Hand-worked enough to drive the sword emperor without bitterness is lost in this venue. I don't know what you're going to do, but if you don't mind, you won't even make the whole venue a whirlpool of sniffles. Wouldn't it be weirder not to notice in this state, would it?

"Exactly. It's not the game we should be aware of, it's the neighborhood. I'm not going to miss the slightest change in venue."

"Naturally. But Miranda's field of view is first-class. I don't know how you do it, but the guy in the suspicious motion is gonna get you off one end. Some of them were really planning a disturbance, but even if they had already just seized it beforehand, it was nearly ten.

That guy's replacement doesn't mean a lot. A wonderful archbishop. Don't you think so, don't you?

"I agree. At first, the legendary Pilgrimage came home, so I thought I'd put some pressure on him to confirm the truth. Well, then, isn't it? A woman who was on a pilgrimage on her own, all of a sudden, sitting somewhere on top of what we've been seriously building over the decades.

But it wasn't. I've come to remember more than us in practice and ability, and drilling. Worked with little sleep and quickly mastered and showed us. Now you're a believer, aren't you?

"... well, I won't deny it, I won't"

Mason answered with no expression.

"I'm wondering if that's okay with me, too. 'Cause if you think about it, we were the ones who worked on what Archbishop Miranda built in the first place. You mean we don't mess with the children's waste.

That's why I'm going to work for the Archbishop of Miranda, even if I whip him to old bones. I have to go. "

Agreed.

Mason's glasses glow hard. And above the venue, Mercredo and Drew were confronted today by Heavenly View match contestants in Game Four.

We were quietly laying face to face with each other and listening to Ultina's explanation, the referee, but Mercred's consciousness was not there.

"(Frau, where have you been? I know you're taking your seat off, but did something unforeseen happen in time for my game? You need my help? Or -)"

"Something bothering you?

Suddenly the opponent speaks up and returns to me, Mercredo. I reflected that as a warrior you would be disqualified from deflecting consciousness from your opponent when it comes to fighting.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to come, I just wondered if something was wrong."

"Really? I thought you weren't concentrating on the game, and I was worried. Fighting wholly against those who can inherit the Spear of Ordine is heartwarming, even for me. We've made adjustments in previous matches."

Mercred questioned Drew's words.

"Are you acquainted with Captain Ordine?

"Yeah, well, I taught him a lot of tricks."

"Wait, that's not it. That's not supposed to happen, is it?

Merkleed shut his mouth when he tried to say that he was the one who raised the current ordaine from an early age. I can't tell anyone that, but Drew explained why lightly.

"What I'm talking about is the first Ordain - that is, the founder of the Carazel Cavalry. So, you'll meet him, too. It's just before that."

"What...?

"Ever since he was just a farmer, I've known him. Talent was to that extent, but he was a genius when it came to making efforts like an idiot. If I told him to shake his spear a thousand times a day, he was a man who would shake his spear 2,000 times even on a storm day.

His spear in the late days was horrible. The present technique is said to be the inheritance of the technology he used, but none of this is but the shell of his soul. I didn't have a minute as far as the magic department was concerned, such as his technology, which was being passed on correctly.

The first Ordain is a warrior of strength that goes into the fifth finger of history, even as I have fought. That was it without a horse on it, so he would have been even better on it. If we fought each other on horseback, I wouldn't have won. "

Mercred's eyes opened to Drew's words. There should no longer be a small number of people in this world who know the first ordained. There is someone in front of me who knows about a man who once respected and was heartbroken. I was too suddenly thirsty for a surprise, and Mercury couldn't get the word out as she thought. The words Mercury squeezed out so desperately in the midst of...

"Ordine's - you know his stunt?

"Stunt, I don't know if I can call it, but I was good at catching flies with spear tips. It's a skill I taught to play with, something I would do with a dagger or something, but you were finally successful with a spear. When I was younger, it was all about failure, but late in life he was catching three flies in one act. Don't call that a master, I don't know."

To Drew's words, the color of Mercury's eyes had changed. I'm no longer somewhere in my consciousness, such as the absence of Flau.

Those who know the first Ordain are alive. It was also a wish I had forgotten for Mercury, and an event that reminded me of a grudge that was tight on the bottom of my chest. From Mercury's body, there was enough slaughter to pass on to the audience.

In the wake of that killing, Drew's expression had also changed. I even feel like the ambient temperature has gone up a few degrees. Atmospheric killing with heat. Dru was also urging Urtina, the referee, as he stepped back himself.

Continued