The Branded Female Fencer

"Orlowarge, what's going on?

"What? What the hell is that..."

"It's about mighty killings and signs, like that idiot. I'm not a magician, but I'm just not stupid enough not to feel anything. I'm asking you what's going on without a report."

Orlowarge narrowed his eyes softly to the words and changed the signs.

"There's more than one dead individual I brought in this time. Let us admit that there are deficiencies with regard to surveillance. I'm currently releasing reconnaissance, but I haven't grabbed who I am yet. But it's also true that Arnelia is in a hurry around Russia."

"Does Arnelia naturally realize? But it's not handy. How are you gonna take the blame?

"Now what! You're also under surveillance for His Highness Willania's visit? We can't cover that much!

"Don't make excuses!

Orlowage doesn't distract from Swendle's fury either, but Swendle was ill-decided, too, or missed the sieve and face.

"... and I still can't do anything physically impossible. There are too many unexpected events here. If the split hadn't been crushed in Gloria, if Gola hadn't crushed half the worms, there would have been a few more things we could have done."

"Chi, is that exactly how you got your hands and feet? Then I'll change my mind. What can we do?

"We should prioritize. The safety of His Highness Willania is confirmed. His Royal Highness Willania is protected by Jaeger, he will be safe for the time being. You should pick him up in the morning, but you need to be ready to take him home in case.

You will also be able to attend meetings without any problems. If there's a meeting tomorrow, though. "

"What if it happens?

"I don't know, but that's just an ominous sign that's possible. More than any sign I've ever felt - it could be above the ancient dragons and demons. If you seem hostile to us, you should leave now."

"A genuine monster. So the dragons should be restless. I didn't know things weren't going to work out here."

Swendle said bitterly, but at the same time he had a solid view of reality.

"... there's no other way what's happened, so we should do what we can. You think Willania should forcefully take it back?

"Shouldn't that be enough? Jaeger has a powerful man in the true dragon, Sky Dragon Maia, who enters his five fingers. If she gets angry by force, there won't be a single army of flying dragons."

"Well, then we should just put together a unit of retrieval just in case. Can you keep an eye on the source of the signs with your gesture?

"That's possible. That's how it works."

Swendle nods at Orlowarge's words.

"If there is any more anomaly, it moves quickly. And you'll need to think about and be prepared for when there was nothing. The meeting lets Anneclose and Voff do it. Who's gonna let you do Willania's collection?

"Mira would be nice. Young, but among the newcomers you can expect."

"Who, that?

"Mira-Nightloo-Highlander. I will inherit the middle name of the Nightloo who ran away, son of the Highlanders. I hear you're the best female knight of the season, balancing dragons, magic, and weapons."

"... Oh, there you are. There's a capable lady knight who ran away. She was a wolf-like knight, bewildered by anyone. She was a killer to me when I saw her appropriately. That's your sister."

Orlowarge looked strange on the contrary, as Swendle spoke satisfactorily.

"Wouldn't that be disrespectful?

"She's a killer to the king, isn't she? It's so funny, I threw it away. He doesn't give in to power. The more you tie it up, the more you will rebel the more you slap it. I was wondering how you would grow up, but Romansland seemed cramped.

Is your sister submissive?

I hear you're loyal to your mission.

"Then fine. Just face it, or call it here."

"My pleasure."

Some time after Orloage left, a woman knight came in who still had a young impression. Even though it was a direct look at Wang, he did not look nervous, and walking through the tent with dignity, he took his benefactor's gratitude in front of the king.

"Mira-Nightloo-Highlander, we are here by summons"

"Hmm, that sounds like a good temper. Show me the side."

I don't see any fright in Mira's expression that raised her face that way. Swendle, named as the Lord of the Atrocities, is one who has seen more of his complexion even in the first aid, but how was this Mira grand inside?

"You're young, how old are you?

"It will be 17 this year, Your Majesty"

"Still before adulthood? You know why I called you?

"No, not at all. I'm only aware that it's inappropriate for the evening."

Mira was clearly trying to be dissatisfied. He is the king of reputation as lazy and well-colored, abusive. I can't see my concubines for the past few days, and if they call me to the tent in the middle of the night, I may not be so mistaken or forced, but Swendle just smiled bitterly.

I see, I think the more I wear it, the more I'm going to be, but I'm not exactly in that mood right now.

"I will not be humbled. If you polish it, I think it's inside."

"It's superimposed. So if you don't mind with a scratchy body in training, would you also like to dance naked?

"Don't be so grumpy. You'd look better in a sword dance than on the floor."

"What?"

Mira, who can't see a bit of the story and unwittingly listens back. Swendle seemed to observe that facial shifting funny.

Continued