The Branded Female Fencer

Apparently there was an explanation from HQ at the venue, but Betts and Lexus were not obsessed with the story, so they rushed back in surprise that the audience had swarmed.

"This guy..."

"Hmm?"

Levantine was a great sword. A sword the size of which is also close to the back length of a person. Many audiences sighed at the beauty of that sword shining in the sun. There were knights lined up around Levantine to further protect them in the junction and keep the audience out of touch.

Betts and Lexus slipped out of the squeezing audience and looked at the sword in the distance.

"What do you say, Lexus?

What do you mean, what?

"That, don't you want it?

"Pass. My weapons range from 4 to 5 feet at most. It's easiest to handle a little longer than a little sword. That big sword, it's Valsas and Grace, and Zerver, right?

"Listen to me. What, I'm a pass, too. I don't know because it looks like a kick to Jizzy's hips. Besides, it's a little creepy, not my thing."

"Are you with a woman?

"Yes, women don't feel like makeup and they like big asses... what the fuck makes you say that? But Louis' lady should wear some more makeup, 'cause the beauty ruined it. Your chest and butt are fine, so depending on how you do it, it's gonna be a ballroom flower, okay?

"That's what I'll do..."

Lexus thought of Louis. Louis wearing makeup and dressing with a dress. Of course she's beautiful, but somehow I can only imagine her wearing a sword band around her waist.

"That sounds hot, though. I don't think so."

"What?

"No, I thought you'd look better at flowering with a sword dance than at a ball."

At the end of Lexus' gaze, there was Louis, who would compete in the next game.

"This is what you've come to see."

"Is it Levantine?

"Naturally."

Swendle and his concubine Orloage were seated next to each other in the VIP table. Normally, every concubine is not allowed to sit next to a king, but as things stand, it is about Anneclose who can give an opinion to Orloage.

But Orlowarge was brilliantly the king's aide during Anneclose's illness or when he could not assist Swendre on other business. The high level of competence in practical terms and the appearance of standing a king without going too far is just the right behavior for the ideal queen.

However inferior the status may come from, it is also certain that there is no substitute for Orloage now that the Queen is dead. If the queen can't accompany her for any reason, the princess and others usually take her place, but it can be coarse in samurai temperament annecloses. In that regard Orlowage's manoeuvres were perfect, and Annecloses reluctantly, but could not fail to affirm their existence.

And their gaze was poured on Levantine.

"The battle so far has been an interesting one inside. At least, I can enjoy it to the point where it doesn't bore me. But I've come here to give you something innocent."

"I see, indeed"

"King, what is innocence?

Ununderstandable Annecloses asked Swendle a question.

"Don't you see, Anneclose? You should sharpen your ability to tell the truth. I praise you for your intimacy with that brunette Alphilis."

"What?"

"Your Highness, the king says that Levantine is a fake."

To Orlowarge's point, an eye-opening anneclosure.

"So you said you deliberately exposed the fake to the public eye?

"Naturally, where are those idiots who bother to expose the real thing to the public? They'll crack extra manpower into the guards, and even if they don't, it's in your ear that the Deep Green Palace was raided last night? And now, at this moment, the neighborhood smells like something. What to do with more seeds of extra concern in that.

That's a trap. For bluffing idiots who don't even know the truth. I guess we keep the real thing out of anybody's sight. "

"It should be muscular to show it to our lords and then show it to the general public. You can see from ignoring it that it's not real."

"Exactly. And I don't feel any power from that sword. Existing demon sword, Levantine, an exceptional one among its equivalent powerful weapons. The anecdote says that if he who should shake, he will also turn down the mountain and turn the forest into scorched earth. I'd like to try it once and for all."

Swendle sat deeply in the chair with a gizzard and said his thoughts boringly. Anneclose didn't know what Swendle meant by words, but Orlowarge guessed and added.

Continued