The Branded Female Fencer

"You missed the time to leave completely..."

The Sister in the matter cleaned up her enemies and watched what happened. By the way, the guys who attacked her have been bummed to such an extent that they don't know the prototype of their faces, and all of them have been thrown into the fattening of the horse cabin by the way.

"Eyes in your eyes, teeth in your teeth, fuck you"

Such doctrine, of course, does not belong to the Church to which Anolun belongs.

"Even so, you're a user that far. Aren't you as strong as the battalion leader of our Temple Knights?? And..."

unnatural flying distance and power of the thrown dagger. Anoln thinks he won't fly that close to 20 meters,

"Oh, Sister, there he is!

"Wow."

Unexpectedly voiced by Alphilis, surprised Anolun.

"Sister, why don't you go now before everyone asks you a lot? I don't like being able to snap up again, me."

"Oh, yeah. Then let's go."

While eating slightly more noodles, Anorun brings the horse. And two people who just get on a horse and try to get behind the damn thing and the town. But that's when the old man at the gate called out to me.

"You guys."

"What? Mr. Gatekeeper"

"It's like we're in a hurry, so I'm already pulling. Why don't you stop by Meesia? There's a crocodile son running a lodge. If you're staying, I'll show you this letter from Jizzy. Yeah. Because it says a word so you can stay for free."

"Really? Thanks, Grandpa!

"Whatever, now this town will be at peace for a while. It's too cheap for that."

"Then I'll thank you for letting me use it. Uh, and what's your grandfather's name?

"Screw you."

"Thank you, Mr. Biss, I'm Alphilis. Then I'll see you when I'm on edge again!

"Ouch."

The gatekeeper's screw is sending me off smiling and waving. Alphilis was also kind to people and seemed in a perfect mood.

Later, after the town of Iz, it was going on for a while, but Sister's mouth was finally low. Even if Alphilis talks, he has most of the raw replies. Alphilis looks at her with surprise and slight concern.

"What's wrong, Sister?

"No, it's nothing."

"It won't be anything, aren't you ill? Shall we take a break?

"Fine... no, I knew we'd take a break"

Sister turned to Alphilis as she had decided. Sometimes I get a serious look back at Alpha Reese.

"Let's go to the rocks there"

There are many meadows around here. It has been open for a long time because of its location within the continent, and there are quite a few shadows to pass by. You can see the caravan before and behind you, and there's a lot of horse wasting. There was no way to sit back on the side of the road in this situation, and the two took off the street a little and sat on an unpopular rock unseen from the street.

Anolun cuts out the story reluctantly.

"Alfie, it might be a tough topic to answer for you. Can I ask you something?

"If only to the best of my ability to answer"

I guess Alphilis also felt the importance of the topic. The expression is serious.

"This morning, I thought it was bad, but I saw some of your body engraving."

"I knew you would. So?"

"Yours is no ordinary engraving. It may be engraved with the rituals of the nation or with the testimony of sinners. Other than that, magic, it's a family thing. Even royalty has such an engraving as a testimony to kings"

"I don't know the details because I'm not an expert either, but I think yours was like a curse. And sealing magic is like sealing a curse."

"... so?

"The seal of the curse is the strongest kind of engraving to be applied to the body. It also imposes considerable strain on the person because it inhibits the circulation of the body's magic powers, but is highly effective for that matter. You dig that pretty much all over your arms, don't you?

"... on my back and some of my chest."

"That's how powerful your magic is. To the extent that you usually circle your arms in a row, you will not be able to use magic semi-permanently if you are a concurrent magician. You used magic all the time while sealing that stuff up so widely, right?

"Why do you think that?

"The flying distance of a flying dagger. You can't fly so much against the way you throw. You must have used wind magic or something."

"That's all I know. So, what do we do? Finish me off?

"It's up to you."

Anorun's gaze gets sharper.

"What do you really want? With all that power, you could do more or less anything, right? You can be an officer in the country, you can belong to the Magic Church. I get a lot of deductions no matter how. If anything, follow men with power, and there is a way to reign like a demon king."

"... I am."

Alphilis takes a long shot.

"I don't know what I want or should do... as if I don't know"

She started talking to potpourri potpourri.

"I was born a farmer. I wasn't poor, but I grew up in a very normal house to such an extent that I didn't even have any trouble with dinner that day. But I had an unusual power. When I was little, I didn't think it was a bad idea to use that power for my own good."

Anolun stares at Alphilis as if to gauge the person with a serious face.

"Sometimes I couldn't control myself, but that finally got people killed. It was a wreck of war that had fallen into our village. I can't miss where I tried to ramble the villagers... but that seemed bad. I was surrounded by a lot of magicians."

That was natural in the living world of Alphilis. In the past, magicians were treasured as a force against demons and demon kings, but in the past there were magicians who manipulated the country and tried to wage war around the world. The sorcerer was conquered, but since that incident, which cost a great deal, people have become aware of the dangers of sorcery, and sorcerers are often treated unfairly by the general public.

At last, the gulf of conflict between ordinary people and magicians deepened to the point of repression and persecution, but the magicians tried to regain people's trust by thoroughly managing themselves. It is common sense today that it is the Magic Church that was created for this purpose, and that those with strong magic must discipline and manage themselves more rigorously.

For this reason, the Magic Church has decided to impose sanctions on those who seek to exploit the power of witchcraft without exception. There are as many magician hunting departments in the Magic Church as there are.

But on the other hand, even though the power is large and small, it is inherently magical power that anyone has. Normally, some people only express themselves by learning their expertise and training as they should, but occasionally benefit from qualities that magic can be used by birth. Those so talented are usually perceived to exist using astrology and prediction, and are drawn to their rightful place shortly after birth. Alphilis was the exception in that sense, although it is usually unlikely that bearers of enough power will be left behind to drive people to death. heresy, you could call it. Being blessed with talent is not always happy.

Even while that's how Anolun thinks, Alphilis keeps talking pale.

"Could it have been about 10 magicians? Still, my magic was definitely stronger and I knocked it down in no time. Oh, you didn't kill him, did you? I was stronger than I needed to be. That's where my master wanted to go."

"What's your master's name, by the way?

"Aldrius"

"No way, Aldrius-Serg-Reselwerk!?

"That's right."

There are many world-renowned magicians, but a magician named Aldrius was special. He was young and expressed tremendous power, but at the age of slightly 20 he abandoned his magic training. After leaving the Sorcery Church, he joined the Knights of a certain country as it were, and now went up to the Thousand Chiefs, a step ahead of his general position in martial arts.

He has furthermore exerted his powers as a civilian, and his proposed proposals are still used as a reference throughout the world, especially in the field of water remediation and urban planning in the field of home affairs. Popular with both the court and the people, it was also appreciated by the king and given even the Count, but somehow in his mid-30s he returned all his status and ran away. He disappeared straight into the field.

They are also called freaks, odd people in that they don't know what they were thinking, but at the same time they are half legendary figures. I had no idea Alphilis was being raised by such a person, which was way beyond Anolun's imagination. No, rather, so many people might have needed to grow Alphilis.

Alphilis continues.

"Me, my master did me a favor. I'm super good at martial arts for a magician's sake, it was as strong as an anomaly. So, then I was spared the disposition on the condition that I would be deposited with my master and live apart. There seemed to be a lot of other things going on, but the master didn't tell me. That's when I put this curse on my master."

That's how Alphilis lets me try to roll my sleeves around a lot. But from what Anolun has seen, the format of the text looks different on the right and left.

"You see the difference between right and left? On the left is the curse imposed by the master. On the right, I put it on myself."

"Yourself? Can you do that?? More than that, it's not insane!

The curse demands a great price from both those who impose it and those who receive it. It is some kind of functional decommissioning of the applicant, for example, loss of taste or shortened lifespan. And it is a great affliction that will not disappear on the receiving side. Therefore, it is customary for the curse to be used as a seal for demon kings and mighty demons or as the best punishment for sinners. You can't call that a sanity shack to put it on yourself.

The look on Alphilis's face is so bright that it doesn't even give a slight dust to its seriousness. On the contrary, that was painful for Anolun. Alphilis understands the inside of Anorun or talks like a jerk.

"There was no decommissioning. Instead, whenever I try to use the magic sealed with a spell, the encroachment of the spell intensifies."

"It's"

"Yes, that every time I use my original magic, my pain gets stronger"

It is not light content. Imagine how much pain Alphilis would have, and Anorn shook himself.

"Don't look so worried, it's okay now because it's not a big pain. If we don't use magic for a long time, the pain will be gone, and I haven't used it in the last few years, so there's no pain at all. Sometimes, as I recall, it's just so frivolous."

Alphilis smiled faintly and explained to Anolun.

"But because of the curse you put on me, my master's life is shorter. My master was the first person who really cared about me. But it's the same thing I killed."

"It's the master's will." Live in the fun of your heart. "I wish you'd said even one of your grudges, though many times. But my master treated me like a real daughter... more than a real parent to me. I found out later, it seemed like it was the real parents who snitched on me to the Magic Church. So the curse I put on myself is like an oath to my master. Never forget what that guy did to me. Because otherwise, I'm going to resent my real parents"

"Alfi, you..."

Anolun pointed his sad eyes at Alphilis, but Alphilis pretended not to notice at all.

"That's why I'm going to be someone else, just like my master did for me. He wants to use this power for someone. With this power, someone might be able to save it. I don't know what that is, but I'm thinking I'll look for it. I'm not going to use it for my own good. Even if you kill me here now."

"Why would Atashi have to kill Alfi?

"But you can if you want to, right? Sister is stronger than me. And isn't that what Sister's main business is about?

Alphilis is staring straight at Anorn.

"(How far does this kid... care about Atashi?

Anolun doesn't even know. It just seems that Alphilis is much sharper than she imagined. Alphilis keeps talking regardless of such anorn.

"Sister is a warrior's thing entirely. I think you'll find out when someone sees you. Sister said she was very concerned when she first saw me, but that was the same for me, wasn't it? 'Cause at first sight, for some reason, someone I don't feel like I can win, was helping people with Sister's outfit. It was the first time I was traveling, someone I couldn't possibly win with all my strength. Even if you don't know the world, your instincts as a warrior are gonna be pretty good, right?

"Really... I knew you weren't the only one. But it's a buy, you're not that strong. That's the kind of situation that makes your hair black?

"I don't know, my guess is quite a hit. By the way, your hair is dyed black, as you can imagine."

"By the way, what color is the original?

Alphilis looks a little troubled by Anolun's purely intrigued inquiry.

"That's... you can answer that, but tell us a little bit about Sister, too, okay?

"Atashi? Fine, but there are a lot of things I can't answer, for work reasons."

"Bye... are you really a Sister?

"That's true. I have a clean ID too, Holla."

"True. And the bishop? Up the bishop..."

"Just the Archbishop, the Archbishop, the Supreme Bishop."

To an alphilis that rounds his eyes, a little anorn shows his bragging chest.

"He's a really great guy."

"Be respectful and naughty!

"No!

I turned to Alphilis for Anorn and did "E" as funny as I could. I guess I haven't had any of these hang-ups at all because Anolun ate a little bit of the young trick compared to his age, but she's still a girl who's not even 20 years old, and she lived in the mountains around the platter years she wants to play most and without friends of her generation.

To be honest, Anolun didn't really intend to fight the Alphilis, but he would, if necessary. She was also fully aware that she could and must be as cold as she needed to be. It was also the experience that Anorun gained as a long time fighter.

In fact, Anolun sometimes undertook demonic crusades as a pilgrimage task, and sometimes he carried out crusade missions alone when reinforcements were not forthcoming in time. But looking at these alphi tricks that she had broken into herself, she could be sure that even if she tried to kill Alphilis, she wouldn't really use the curse, and Anorn was losing more and more of her temper to fight. Anolun was starting to think of this much younger, much younger, female swordsman as a friend.

Continued