The Branded Female Fencer

"You're Willania's friend, the daughter of the true dragon." What's your name? "

Irmatar, the evil king you roared Willania for?

"Are you the bad king?" It would be terrible to be told, but even if you think so, you may have no choice. "

Swendle laughed pleasantly, but as for Alphilees, she couldn't read Swendle's stomach, so she wasn't sure what to say.

Irmatar, will you consider my daughter a friend?

"Hmmm... I can't say because I don't have time to get to know you, but it's fun to be with you." And I don't want to be there, so I thought I'd come and talk to you. "

"I see. So you sneaked after Alphilees?"

"Yes, it is."

“Add it to the group of 5 people you're traveling with.”

Swendle glanced at Alphilees, who replied with indescribable expressions that seemed a little worse.

"I didn't want to take this child to a cave where I didn't know what was there." It doesn't matter if the True Dragon can protect itself or not. Besides, how can you say that Willania hasn't reached out to Kalamiti? "

"That's fine. The dragon's sigil is both a trait and a blessing." No brainwashing or erosion could do otherwise. It's also because of this protection that I can't fully control my consciousness while messing around with my body. Likewise, Anneclose and Willania will not be completely controlled. "

"I see, then I think you should take care of Lord Willania."

Yeah, let's go then.

Encouraged by Swendorf, Alphilees and Irmatar return to the Dufest and head for the Royal Palace. Along the way, Swendle muttered with her back turned.

"-Roman's Land is running out of iron ore. The resources will be depleted."

"--You 're about to cum. That's why you were in such a hurry?"

"Oh, anyway, this country was seeing its end at my expense." The question was how to pull the curtain. I don't know anything, the people don't know anything, they don't have any sins. New territories and industries were needed in this country, but they are not available. And I don't think there's a country that can afford to accept such a large number of people. Food resources are dwindling in every country, so the squabbles don't subside. The conflict zone and the West are good examples. "

Is that why you're fighting a war with a black mage or a calamity?

"At least, we needed to break the current framework. If you take the land by force, the blood will eventually be exchanged, and in a few decades you will have fewer hands to pursue who you are. The price will have to be redeemed with flowing blood."

"Are you going to take the blame yourself?"

Oh, it suits a tyrant, doesn't it?

I felt like I shouldn't have seen what Swendle looked like. Even though his face turned toward the morning sun, Alpha Reese tried not to look at you.

The morning sun wipes out the fog. As I learned later, it seemed unusual to see the earth under my eyes at the same time as in the morning. The sight was ever wider and more graceful.

"--As expected, this country is beautiful. Whether the raging cold winds are blowing, or the crops are not growing, or the resources are being depleted - this country is ours. The country that we built with our power, over the blood and tears and sweat that we sacrificed and sacrificed."

"--Yeah, that's exactly what humans won with that power." There may have been people or races who helped. "

"That's right, it's a country that we've built across races." If it were to come true, I would have stayed that way. War is what fools do. We need it now, but we want the next generation to be peaceful. "

“I've heard that peace and war repeat themselves - but I'm sure that eventually everything will be gone. People's thoughts are easy to wander around, but no matter how much it looks like, it won't be the same thing for a thousand years. The mountains are crumbling, the valleys are filled, and the lakes are dry."

Though?

“What has been achieved, what people think they have lived. It doesn't just disappear. If possible, I would like to leave the story behind. Eventually, I'd like to try and codify history. It's one of my dreams."

"It's magnificent, but it's wonderful." Was it the thoughts and the signs of those who lived there that would never disappear? Good, very good idea. "

Swendle pulled the reins and pointed Dufest's nose upwards. As Dufest pivoted around, he gradually ascended.

"This is the last time I can speak properly." From now on, you'll have to trust me. I don't even know if I'm talking to you myself. "

"Yes, I understand." But was it nice that I was the last person to talk to? "

"As I told you." There's no one around me who can be trusted anymore. It's ironic that the mercenary is the last person I can trust, but it's my wrongdoing, so I can't help it. -Give Anneclose and Willania my best regards. "

"I didn't have to ask you to do this." "By my life."

Swendle laughed at Alphilees' powerful proclamation.

"Not as a reward, but if you have the chance, take the ore from the wall behind the king. Friedelinde's chief knows how to dig, from generation to generation. If the Dwarves and Fire Dragons knew each other, they would be able to use them effectively.”

Ore-a sword?

"No, you should use it as a shield." That's how the first king used it. And it is said that they have swallowed up every evil and blessing.

Isn't that cursed?

"It seems not to be the case." I don't know the details, but it's only a word of mouth that goes to the king. I'm sure humans will need it when they deal with more than that, but they say they hope it doesn't happen. The first king dropped his shield on Greystone's crater and never used it again. Tell me it's in the hands of humans. "

... and conversely, how many Demon Lords were here?

"Well, I don't know." There was almost no rumor about who the Demon King was using it. However, out of the hundreds who reached the decisive stage, only a few survived the battle - did they arrive? "

Swendle spoke sparingly, but there was a plaza where many dragons could land. This is probably the garden of the Royal Palace, which also served as the departure point for the flying dragon. Made of soft grass reminiscent of a small meadow, it was covered with beautiful flowers and very elegantly constructed.

The Knights of Hardened Day lined up. Strong, majestic, and seemingly tall knights lined up.

Continued