The Branded Female Fencer

"Uh-huh. How pathetic..."

"You're not used to alcohol, are you?"

"I've barely drunk..."

"You should get used to it from now on.The knight's job is not just to pair his enemies with his sword. "

"Yes, I see, if it bothers you... it looks like your stomach is grabbing you and twisting you around... yeah yeah"

While being held by Dioré, Elsia threw up at the edge of the garden in time for her wedding.Indeed, no one noticed the appearance, but the glory of the day is replaced by a scandal when seen like this.

Glory is glorified but bewitched, and scandals are pitied but funny.It was normal in the social world.Dioré can't hide his bitter laughter, even if he doesn't want it to be so ruthless.

"I didn't expect that night to be the embrace of the man who defeated me. I've been a knight for over 200 years, and this is my first experience."

Well, thank you...

"I don't think it's the same person as lunch at all.I didn't know Jaeger still had so many hidden balls.How long have you been holding your sword? "

A little over a year.

"... for a year!?"

The look on his face became sharp. Considering that 200 years of training had failed only a year of drilling - indeed, he lacked concentration and his original way of fighting was mainly magic, but nevertheless - Dioré shook his head sideways, believing that any circumstance in the battle was just an excuse.

The loser lost, and was exposed to the crowd.From now on, it will be branded about you forever.

"A little over a year... I thought you were out of your league, but I'd like to seduce you, too."

Did you say something?

"No, this is the story. Yet a year or so... are you actually from a family of famous knights?"

"Originally, I lived in a slum when I had a heart attack, and as far as the elders around me know, a lowly woman dumped her on the edge of the slum silently... nothing to prove her identity.I suppose a nobleman would leave something to prove himself.That's why you mistook a clean whore for a nobleman... a slum-dweller, and you won't even see a nobleman and a whore. "

"Hmm, did you hear something bad?"

"No, that's not true.If you're going to get depressed from home, you won't be out in the sun in the first place.I am here alive and given the opportunity to grab something by myself.I've been able to do too much today, but I still think I've got something for sure.We're going to make use of it. "

Looking at the powerful eyes of Elsia, Diorre thought she might be glad to lose to this girl.At the same time, I began to feel that I might be approaching the end as a knight.

"(I feel like I have found out why generations of Ghost Knights die more heartbroken than dead in battle.Is it because I can't keep looking forward and going straight?And when you finally find out you're not willing to be a young knight, you die not as a man, but as a knight.I see, I guess it's time for me too). "

You look pale, too.

As Elsia stared at Dioré worriedly, Dioré gently stroked his head.

"No, don't worry."

"Hey, what are you, stroking your head and treating it like a child?"

"Nh, sorry. Come on. I don't have any children, but I remember having a sister."

"... and your sister?"

"He died of old age earlier than I did.It would have been toughest if I had. "

While Dioré was talking, I thought I'd never told anyone this before.

Spirit knights are tough?

"Occasionally, it's good for someone you raised to die on the battlefield.It is also an inevitable thing to do as a superior officer.But it's hard to see something younger than yourself die of old age.My sister lived a happy life, but what came and went into my heart at the funeral was, perhaps, nothing. "

"What about the family?"

"Yes, the descendants of the brothers are alive, but not very actively involved.For them, I am the object of worship.No one treats me as a human being anymore.Instead, I just let them be careful, so I try not to get too close. "

"Weren't you married?"

"... it's not like there wasn't a man in love.Sometimes I get along with men.But you didn't get to have a family.I've yearned for a quiet home, but the reality is that the battlefield is like home.Someday when the country was at peace - while I was thinking about it, I was in this position.But I never regretted it. "

I see...

Dioré smiled at Elsia, who looked convinced.

"You're a good cutter."

Eh, about the sword?

"That's not true. I don't remember telling you anything so personal."

I wonder if that was rude.

"I don't think so. Don't you feel bad about it?"

When Dioré heard someone's voice, a rapist flew over the edge of his sight.

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