The Branded Female Fencer

"That one party of the brave Zems recognizes it as a guild that it is a gathering of somewhere distorted. I have a sense of consciousness with us, but on top of that, we've done well. Instead of achieving merit, have them miss a little 'dude'. At least it's done well enough to keep up the chase.

But among them, clowns are like nothing else. It is no exaggeration to think that 'that' is out in human society and does no harm, and to say that we operate in the centre of the border.

Let not the clown be unleashed on the world. If Zems was there, I'd play Zems against him, but at this moment when Zems was absent at another request, the clown moved on "

"But, you know, it wasn't yesterday that the clown became one of us, was it? Why couldn't you hold me back?"

"Warrior anarches, sorcerer darts and merchant Yatri died, and legions, vegan wanderers, fighters and wise men were summoned to this tournament. The connoisseurs go to Romansland, and we're the only ones left.

When Zems acted differently, we stayed with the clown whenever possible. Yet there are too few of us this time. It's our first experience, too. I'm not going to cry, but what's physically impossible is impossible. "

"Sometimes clowns have trouble acting as if they're rational. I can't help it if I can't read it."

"He's a mercenary so good that he originally fought one or two of the humans. Yes, it is."

Rifling and Shekina covered, but Rear Shed leaned his neck.

"So many capable mercenaries, how did that happen? Isn't it strange what we say?

"I broke down on an overly harsh mission. Until now, Gruzaldo, Alexandria, Romansland and the Church of Olimpas have all hit the border. When there was an obstacle to those tasks, the guild was summoned and asked for at the border. There was a massive request once.

Zems was still young and brave at the time, and few mercenaries were strong enough to be involved in border crusades. The white feather arrow stood at that time was the highest rated clown in the guild at the time. The clown went on a harsh crusade and continued to fight. And - "

Broken, Enema told me. All the monsters on the border have a strength that sets them apart from those in the central part of the continent. Unexploited land, now collectively referred to as the periphery, is the last habitat for demons, as humans were once cornered. The prairie is one of the peripheries, but some lands are inhabited by demons far stronger than the prairie.

I wonder if some of them are still unconfirmed demons of the Great Demon King class - such rumors are whispered to me, but no one actively goes to the periphery. To the extent that brave certified mercenaries sometimes conduct investigations, it was the status quo that was left unattended.

The border where even Alexandria's army, commanded by Diore, can be pushed away. The harsh task in such a place destroyed the spirit of the clown, Enema explained.

Spears' sisters can imagine the situation. Neither do we actively hunt on the border. Because if you do poorly, the hunting side and the hunting side will be reversed. The strength of the demons on the border is not unusual, because subtracting immortality is too much time consuming to keep the whole thing together, and we can't afford to cook it again just to save it.

SeroGrace looked up to heaven unexpectedly, perceiving the heart of those driven by man himself into such a harsh environment.

"I see. It's not weird if it's broken."

"That sort of thing. Well, it's about Zems and me, Sheva, knowing the clown before it broke, but he was nasty, but he had a prospect. That's it."

"Can I have a word?

SeroGrace suddenly stopped. He then looks left and right, sniffing around the ground often.

Weird, the smell split into two parts. "

"- Which way could it be headed?

"One, is a suburb. The other one, to Arnelia, to the city."

"What do you mean?

Four Enamers look at SeroGrace's words.

"Which one should we go after?

"It's settled, you're on your way to Arnelia."

"If we get busted in the city, we can't blame you."

"It's settled."

I didn't understand the Enamers nodding, and the rear sheds slapped me on the shoulder.

"What do you mean?

"We're heading towards Arnelia. After the suburbs."

"Why did you split the smell in two?

"Easy, because there are three clowns. All three of them are S-class mercenaries, that's the strongest 'clown' ever. The difficulty will change dramatically if there are two of them, but I can't say four or five."

"Odor, so I can't tell. Weird."

"It's up to me to let them chase the trail. Footprints and traces are deliberate. Let me chase him, I just want to be funny. Really, it's annoying!

The three sisters followed suit after the Enemas ran out with Shekina's tongue pounding. Because Arnelia was already at the end of her eyes and nose.

The three sisters are also still under contract with Arnelia. I thought it wouldn't be strange if Arnelia broke out of perfect equilibrium.

Continued