The Branded Female Fencer

"Oh, already. It's a pain in the ass!"

Mascarade was walking early enough through Arnelia in the dark night. Earlier I had a lot of work as an amyl and all my work was done. There was no one already awake in the Seeker settlement.

Fenna works very vigorously at the Continental Peace Conference. Although the wind against the Seeker has also been a little loose since the Bow Division, it is still clear to me that the opponent is blatantly reluctant or nervous when confronted directly. There is no such thing as welcoming and meeting the Horsemen.

In that context, Fenna increased her knowledge one by one, through hours such as dinner parties and lunches, with the help of Alphilis and Arnelia. And now he packed the distance from the priests so much that he put them in the circle of bickering at lunch.

Given Fenna's introverted original personality, it was incredible growth. Surprisingly, Mascalade, who is also an assistant, Fenna is learning about the human world. There have also been a few occasions before where I have received guidance such as Alphilis, leading up to social dictionaries, etiquette, and miscellaneous, but I was surprised to learn so far.

Decades have passed since Mascalade infiltrated the human world, but it is no exaggeration to say that Fenna has learned so much more this past year than she has learned in the meantime. Mascarade is just impressed with this.

"(That's not all. As a warrior, I have not neglected to train as a magician. I'm pretty sure it's originally a great material, but I proved that the bow's skill is no more than that of His Highness Shargin. Sooner or later, Fenna is about to grow into a great person than it would be strange if she were to be the leader of the Seeker.

Yes, so much so that I wish Sconner's mentor was Fenna) "

Sconner is a council system, not a king, but looking at Fenna so much better than his own elders, I don't think the king is bad either. If Fenna really is the Lord. There was a Mascarade who even thought about that once in a while.

"(Instead of pushing one race over now to secure status, admit where it should be, look for aptitude within the system currently built. And so to speak, human resource development and the planting of consciousness to turn to the side where we operate the system itself. And not to lose the roots of our own nation.

Would some of our leaders have been able to think and move that far... in a world where human beings have spread to the continent so far, we cannot base ourselves on the elimination of human beings, etc. We must win in the human race. To do this, we should not live in hiding, but fight with dignity and our strength.

I don't think the black magician's way is looking very far ahead if you think about it that way. While releasing the Demon King into the human world in the first place, it is not conceivable that he is trying to eliminate man himself. There should have been a more efficient way to unleash the Demon King. Even the current flock of southbound orcs was originally gathered by black magicians. And I just put some demon king on it and let it go. This mayhem. If we had put lifeless, dragleo, bradymaria, etc. on each commander, that alone would have crushed the countries of the east one after the other.

While releasing the Demon King, let's kill the humans more than we need. Why didn't anyone point out the inconsistency? Why didn't you think about it yourself? I didn't know it felt like there was only one way to follow Oranzebul, just a high elf, and listen to Hidun's request. It's a good place to stop thinking) "

Shaken by the horrors that had entrusted the fate of the clan entirely to others, Mascalade was gradually starting to think for himself. And they were determined. Not enough to cut a hand completely with a black sorcerer, but at least the calamity who figured out who the black sorcerer was is is to be disposed of.

Afterwards, I wonder if I can make contact with Orangeables for a souvenir. And we need to see what the Orange Bull thinks. He wanted to decide what to do with the results. Until then, to the best of my ability, I'll do what I can to restore Sconner. I thought I needed to get in touch with you once. I met the elders and thought I needed to check my thoughts again. We were starting to think strongly that we should not stop by how much Oranzeble thought about Sconner and explore what we could do ourselves.

So Mascarade whips at his tired body and heads to the Deep Green Palace. To tell Brandio who Calamity is.

"(I didn't think I'd find you with Master Fenna's assistant... that woman was definitely Calamity. Orlowarge, the concubine of King Swendle of Romansland! She must be the one who visited my house.

Probably the easiest thing to think about, but Arnelia and I shouldn't be sure yet. Even if there is no evidence, this will make it easier to move.

There's one more thing I've noticed. I can't believe that 'he' I met when I was working with Hidun around the country, is here! Does anyone realize that it's a black magician or something?

Mascalade imagined something very unpleasant. Because I felt like I grabbed the whole plan that Oranzebul wanted to do using a black magician, even as he blurted out. Even the mascarade, which has so far forged itself into considerable betrayal and vice versa, can't stop the chill, given what the conclusion of the paintings drawn by Oranzebul will be.

"(If things were to be done the way I imagined they would be, there's no way I could have entrusted Sconer's restoration to a black magician and it would have worked. I don't know if Arnelia has justice, but it can't be any worse than it is now.

I have to tell Brandio) "

It won't be because of what Mascalade was thinking, but there's no denying that his vigilance was sweeter than usual. Otherwise, Arnelia was close to martial law in one Titania case.

It was only natural to say that a mass calade walking through the darkness in such a city caught the eye of the patrol.

"Stop! Where are you going, there!?

"! I am not a suspicious one. I am Amir, assistant to Lord Fenna, a Seeker delegate in the peace conference."

"Seeker? What can I do for you at this late hour? Didn't Arnelia hear the circular with the ban on going out late at night?

"? No, I haven't heard that."

It's possible the circular went wrong, but I really didn't know about Mascarade. It's all work and not a single Titania thing in my ear, and the fact is, I was really working until earlier.

To a proper mascarade, the knights of the patrol sighed and asked to present their identities.

"It's certainly not what was ordered tonight. How, even in the middle of the night, did you not think there was not one human child?

"- If you ask me, yes. Is something wrong?

"That has nothing to do with you. Your ID looks real, but the situation is real. Please accompany us to the jar."

Mascarade raised his guard to the knights who moved to surround Mascarade. The knights are fully equipped Knights of the Temple. This was more important than expected, Mascalade guessed. At the same time, he felt the atmosphere of restraint without question, and this was a bad idea.

"Um, I have some urgent business at the Deep Green Palace."

"No, I hear the story in the surrounding Knights' stuffing. I'll let you go in the morning, so don't take care of me. Take care to get everything you need and rest."

"No, so it's not..."

It is the moment Mascarade shakes off, trying to get his arm grabbed. I deliberately broke down and let him fall over, and I was going to see a gap and get out of it. I thought a heavily armed Temple Knight could shake it off.

But as Mascalade fell over and raised her face to see how it looked, blood poured down there. Because the head of the knight who tried to grab Mascarade's arm had just gone half shaken.

Continued