The Branded Female Fencer

"That's such a shocking story?

"Because - even if I'm single for life. You said you were going the other way, Harlem."

"What an old story... that's what you fantasize about when you're young, but you see reality over the years, don't you? We're not young anymore, are we? I can't be a whore forever, but while there's a man who's confused by the incense, he hardens himself."

"So a pretty good man showed up in front of you? Nobility, or luxury?

"Love more than gold."

Ferrin said it out confidently, so Nora looked disgusted and maligned.

"What are you talking about, little villain?"

"As it were, well, love is overstated. But he's a good man. Are you saying it's gentle, solid, and somewhere shady? The name may be sold there, but the job is solid, extremely mercenary."

"Mercenaries! I didn't know you'd make mercenaries your husbands. You said you didn't want a profession that didn't know when you were going to die."

"That's why I'm going to be home. Don't let them fool you on the battlefield."

When Nora looked Ferrin in the stunned eyes and understood that she had already been hit by a disease of love, she shoved the money, waving her hands flickering and driving Ferrin away.

"Yes, yes, it was a treat. I'm going to raise that money, so please just disappear."

"Terrible rhetoric! You're the one. What happened to the mercenaries that were hot all the time?

"It's a foamy, unfulfilled love. I won't do anything serious. That's the memory of youth."

"Really? I thought you were a good man."

"Good man, don't complain. You're too good a man for me. You look tired next door, so I shook you from here."

"You pulled yourself out, didn't you? Nora's a tough guy for a long time."

When Ferrin laughed dull, she received the money. To the smile of his unchanging friend, Nora's heart rests a little.

"Call me when you get married. I'll go see your face while you're on vacation."

"You're gonna do a big ceremony, aren't you? Come from there. I was about to get married before that."

"Are you going from yourself?

"It's out of date for a woman to just wait. Because it's quiet and dear, him. We have to push this way."

"Oh. By the way, you must be famous, right? What kind of a mercenary is that?

"You can tell me - don't tell me until you decide to marry me, okay?

"I know, tell me."

Ferrin, who looks a little smelly, ears her lover's name on Nora. Nora nodded a little surprised when she heard the name and affiliation.

"Oh, he's definitely a celebrity. I've never met him before. Maybe even mercenaries are tough."

"Isn't it? I think so, too. He's going to retire as a mercenary when he has a little more money to put together. Would you be interested in doing business with my savings?"

"I think I have dreams, above all. Bye, Ferrin. Masterful."

"It's you, Nora. I wish you a successful meeting and your birth."

"This is the chief princess of a country, right? He said he was already possessed."

Nora sent out Ferrin laughing. When Ferrin went outside the inn, he made sure it wasn't popular and shared the rewards with his companions who had kept him waiting outside, on a separate journey home. I'm going to quit my current job tomorrow and just disappear.

"Come on, I've been grunting a few times, and let's just say goodbye from a place like this. The average person can only see the magic capital swirling in numbers of magic tricks, even in gorgeous tournaments and peaceful cities. In a way, there may be more vanity and desire swirling than tarram.

And Nora seemed like fun. A woman who was a whore in a whorehouse at the end of the place is now the belly of a princess of a country? Rumor has it that the mercenaries who are working on it have also turned on the whores of the Golden Purity Hall. I'm talking about a mercenary regiment full of beauties, but rumors say they're all mistresses or something. I wonder what kind of floor he's good at. I wonder if history would change if I scouted to a whorehouse dedicated to women in Tarram. "

I can't imagine Ferrin having never even met a man, not to mention Alphilis' experience with that hand.

And hurrying early enough down the night lane. When Ferrin glanced all the way into the dark, I felt like I saw what I saw there. Though at night, it is Arnelia's kneecap. Security is adequate and should be safe - that kind of assumption inadvertently drove Ferrin's curiosity.

"Why...? You can't be here."

Ferrin has a night's eye. Unexpectedly followed and tried to confirm his appearance. I'm confident about the tail, and the other guy seems to be in a pretty hurry. Ferrin followed the shadows she saw while still playing the drunkards walking in the stalls.

And as he entered the back alley, he was exposed to the moonlight.

"Ah - hey, why are you here!? You're holding back demons from the Northern Commercial Union."

The moment Ferrin told him that, the shadow flickered and suddenly cut back. And I thought I was holding Ferrin, and I stabbed her in the chest deep. In those ears, I hear words small.

"- Did you see that?

"Ha-ha-ha, why? I really like you."

"Too bad."

I gently plugged Ferrin's mouth and twisted the sword I pierced in my mind. Ferrin's eyes were opened, but his hand was not scratching the other person, but rather holding him gently.

Whoever stabbed Ferrin releases the hand he was holding his mouth against. Then, whether his consciousness was cloudy, Ferrin told him quietly, not screaming or asking for help.

"Me - me, I love you - shall we get married? When we get married, we have about three kids - we have savings, so we want to go to different places for a while."

Ferrin's eyes had not already caught the opponent, but the opponent was staring down at Ferrin, not doing anything. And when Ferrin slowly ran out, he turned the wreckage into fine dust and buried it in the wind.

Whoever was behind it, watching a series of streams, told him.

"Hey, did I need the exchange now? I know you should have one of your lovers, but didn't you have a little extra feelings?

"No - it was an unplanned encounter for me too. I don't know why you were here - you'll need to find out, but now I have another case."

"You've got a rough contract."

"But the contract is absolute. Besides, you can't even look at us."

"Right. Please eliminate all those who stand in the way of tomorrow's meeting, sword wind"

"I understand, Shane Sereno. Then we head to the ruins."

The shadow that told him so had disappeared with the wind for a while. Shane Sereno, who was later left behind, stared at the destination, feeling the wind.

Continued