The Branded Female Fencer

"Stop it, now is not the time"

"Let go. You want me to stop with my clan's revenge in front of me?

"Solka, the princess of war, is not necessarily the enemy of the clan"

"They must be the reason we destroyed the Demon Man, right? We should have crossed paths with the ancient dragons! That's because they helped the dragons."

"Not necessarily. I was still not in a position to make decisions with young dragons at the time, but there were a bunch of people who attacked you independently of the dragon's will. No, there was a bunch of runaways among the dragons, to be exact. They hit the demons on their own, and they stopped arguing."

That's all Stelvese tried to talk about, Miranda pampered, her hands rang. Bradymaria and Stervese return to me with that sound.

Miranda was no longer afraid of things. I acted with fortitude to put the spot away.

"The story later. We've come to the conclusion that there's not even a moment of respite now, right? The eagles will lead you to Ucco's, so talk about it later. Or we'll have time to get there. Even then.

However, please cooperate in the crusade against Ucco. On days when you get distracted elsewhere or you fight, everything is a mess. You'll keep that in mind, won't you?

"... whatever."

"You don't have to tell me, I know."

Stelvese reveals his resolve and Bradymaria responds as a little grumpy. And when Miranda slapped Miranda in the hand, the scene broke up.

"Rafferty, show me the two of you. I'll be on my way to Ucco in a minute. Perhaps by the end of your exploration, you'll be able to lead us to Ucco. Let's hurry!

"Ha, I understand!

"Javawok, rock roof. I'll put your request on hold. I'll make another request. Thank you very much."

"Aye."

"I understand."

"Then dissolve! Let's move."

Each moved out in Miranda's words. Out of the tent, Javawok glimpsed Miranda while following Rafferty's guide.

"That's brave."

"Oh, he's a big human being. It was a grand tone before us. I thought the liver stood still for humans, but inside, why?"

"No, well, it is. You, anything to catch on?

"What is it, what?

Rockroof looked strange, but Javawok was also in trouble at the time. Keep your own mouth shut, but I didn't know exactly what was wrong with you.

And while Jabawok was speaking up, they went among the ruins. After dropping them off, Miranda talks to Alberto.

"Alberto, I'll have you go too."

"Ha. But would you like to escort Master Miranda?

"It won't be if you're saying that now. You should put in all those who are likely to be at war. I'll have Rafferty do the commanding, so you will see Ucco crusade as my sword."

"Yes, sir."

After dropping off Alberto, who was leaving graciously, Miranda sat down in the chair of the tent and looked up to heaven. And he shrugged, holding his hand in heaven.

"Well, now what I can do to eagle is gone. I wonder how the pawn on the board moves from here on out and does what I expected.

If it were to collapse, I guess it would be Alphilis. "

Miranda laughed all the time, but no one answered the question.

Bradymaria and Puritanical White Fun each had troubles with each other as they walked among the ruins at Arnelia's lead. While talking about the battle, unlike a line of Stervese that was checking on the ruins, the two of them were immersed in their thoughts without even looking at the sights of the ruins.

Bradymaria's thoughts were directed from Ucco to Sorca, the princess of war. The person you once feared, and resented, may be in front of you. Though I don't think it's about Ucco, I couldn't help but think I could do something about Saurka by myself.

Though old memories are uncertain, Sorca, the princess of war, should have enough fighting power to overwhelm the demonic plural at the same time. If that power stays at its full height, I'm going to try to stop it.

But one question came up here. How could Oranzebul have left that soleka alone? On the contrary, it has never even come up on the subject before. I know you dared, but I think you'd like to hear what that intent is.

It's impossible for me to contact you, but speaking of which, I think Puritan Bailey should be able to contact you personally. That's how when he turned his consciousness to the puritanical leisure next to him, he was immersed in a completely different idea in him.

Continued