The Branded Female Fencer

- And 30 seconds later, there was Miriazal, who tightened the neck of a chief-like ninja. Her figure, illuminated by the moon, unleashed beauty when she was not human. No, he didn't actually look human. The color of her hair and eyes remained the same, but her mouth ripped to near her ears, her ears pointy to the size of all that was pounding heaven. The golden furrows stood upside down on her hands and feet, with five tails of abundant thickness growing behind her. For some reason, only one bottle was short.

And no longer can ninjas resist, nor can they help. Because his hands and legs were ripped off by Miriazal. Her surroundings have already turned into a red sea, and she herself is stained with deep red. Still, the look remained the same as usual, rather speaking to the ninja peacefully.

"Why do you think I've been alive so long? That's because I was too strong to kill anyone. The fools of the Great Demon King had a good battle with me, but... well, I wasn't so strong from the start, and I have luck. Besides, I've rarely gone to battle to my liking. The assassination will take place many times."

Something hiccup, hiccup, leaks from the ninja's mouth. They're trying to say something.

"Hmm, what? If you have a will, I'll ask you."

"... if... bullshit... things..."

"What do you even know about that? Not now. Mostly, in fact, I'm not human."

There's no way to be depressed at all, Miriazal to answer back.

"Now, let's have a little more company before the Lord dies. We're not going to look into your employer. If you don't follow proper procedures, you can't destroy the other person's brain. Dangerous sorcery has nothing to do with the dying Lord. Apologize, but let's find out the Lord's name and remember it."

The instant ninja's body started cramping and blowing bubbles out of her mouth. After about 5 seconds as it was, the cramps turned into something even more intense, and now they stopped moving completely.

"Hmm... no useful information? I caught it to catch it, but it's just a mess. Thank you. I don't like fishing."

Miriazal looked "ahhh" and seemed to have lost all interest in the assassins who had attacked him. Throw away the ninja's wreckage as it is, and delay it in your own thoughts.

"Well, this time the enemy probably is. Let me get this far, and I won't get much information. Now, who's behind this... you have to think about your hands again. Humans don't get tired of eagles at all, do they look so attractive to the power of the Supreme Patriarch? Or a challenge to the eagle? Well, either way, it's reckless."

I don't remember how many times Miriazal was targeted for his life, anymore, until about the 30th time I counted, but I'm not sure if it was 500 years ago or even 400 years ago when I quit counting because it got annoying. There were times of hostile forces, and there were times of demons. There were times when I was in my stomach. Crush all of that, she's here now. I had intended to take a method where there would be as little sacrifice as possible, but no matter how well I intend to do it, there would be a sacrifice. Each time I have asked myself repeatedly.

"(What would Arnelia do... no, I guess if she was arr first, she wouldn't have the option to fight)"

The answer is always obvious. Arnelia won't fight the enemy, no, he won't even identify himself as an enemy. Miriazal is angry at his situation, which he can no longer even imitate Arnelia, but he can't even get off the actors he's doing now. It is clear that without you there will be further confusion around the empty seat of power. I don't have as many good answers as I can think of myself, but I also thought that if I stopped thinking, that would make me just a monster. Delaying in such an idea, there was a footsteps to be said even with the water noise and no blood noise in the back.

"... Chicko."

"I'm sorry, I thought it was time to cut the soundproofing magic. We need to speak up."

"No, good."

It was the female ninja dressed in black who replied. I don't know the expression because I hide my face in a mask, but it was a quiet, rinsy voice. Back fits are no different than normal women, but there is no waste of any kind not only in body shape but also in the modus operandi. It is clear that he is a considerable user.

It should also be, she is the head of the assassination unit held personally by the Patriarch Miriazal, called "Mouthless". Its existence is not even known to the Lazar family. The main task is to become the eyes and ears of the bishop, who rarely leaves the Church headquarters, and to carry out intelligence activities everywhere, but some are confined to female officers to look after themselves. Because Miriazal is not good at handling many demons at the same time, he has kept such people beside him for hundreds of years. This time he wasn't even noticed on the assassin's upper ninja, and at some point he put up a soundproofing sorcery. The best way to get the assassins to the rooftop was through a predetermined maneuver.

"I'm sorry, but I'll take care of it."

"Ha"

"So, how many people are coming to Meesia right now?

"Seven people, including me, can move instantly. Four in reserve. There are 14 people originally lurking in Meesia."

"The Mirandas will be back tomorrow evening. Once he sees their faces, he takes Alberto back to Arnelia. There's one thing I'd like to do. Just in case, leave three of them with me. The rest of us have something to explore. The lurkers should stay where they are."

"My pleasure."

Miriazal, who gives instructions, is thankful to Miyazal.

"I'm going home to the inn. If you have any new reports, let's hear them now."

"Okay, then. Firstly, about a week ago, it appears that there was some movement within the Western Olimpus Church. Specifically, I was wondering if I could make a report in a day or two."

"Olympus, you're going to be a pain in the ass. As soon as the report comes up, you can wake me up at night. Anything else?

"I am a newly confirmed demon king across this continent, but I have already exceeded seven in this past month. Up to five of them, including those hunted by Lord Lazar and others, have been confirmed to have been conquered. The latter two are unconfirmed, but there were earlier reports that one could be a Grand Demon King. From that point of appearance, from the countries of the Western Union, we see a move to ask for our support."

"... will it be a war?

"High probability"

Miriazal lays her eyes down at the unspoiled response of her son.

"Okay. Use the lurkers here to convey the possibility of expeditionary troops to churches in each district. Tell them to follow up with the details. And I'll put my use out on the Eastern continent. Depending on the circumstances, the eagle will go directly."

"My pleasure."

"I guess I'll call the Magic Church, just in case... well, they already know."

"What else can I do for you?"

"Enough, go... oh, yeah. I missed some sweets earlier. Buy the right one at the pastry shop around here and bring it to my bedroom."

"... the treats at night will be fat, tooth decay. Like brushing your teeth properly and then going to bed, Dear Miriazal"

"Leave me alone!"

Without any footsteps, Kiko disappeared. Instead, every other one comes along and starts to finish.

"Why is it called Miranda around the eagle, the Lazar family for generations... is the eagle your child?

Miriazal's taste and appearance are children... but with all that, when she returns to the room with a slight swelling, she already has the candy. Only work is a quick woman.

"Is that cotton candy! I'm glad it's about candy. I mean, I'm telling you not to cotton candy..."

Had he been the first generation to know the circumstances, he would never have done this. For a moment Miriazal's face darkens.

"Miranda, I was, but I envy you..."

A large grain of tears tells her cheeks. But whosoever knoweth the true meaning of the tears which she sheweth no longer lives as one in this world.

The place is instead, this is the forest where the Alphilis and the others fought the Demon King.

Now that the Demon King was dead, there was nothing here to threaten the original ecosystem, and there should have been a return to the state where the attributes of the land should also be. But the forest was supposed to be gradually full of life, and there was no such thing as that. It is as quiet as ever as all of the land is dead. No, can I just say that something lifelike hated this place?

I would have noticed if it had been for those who were even more enlightened or trained in witchcraft, that the junction of this land has not yet disappeared. No, only in this place now, should I say that a new bond has been established? Or did the kingdoms emerge because they appeared? Together, he would have stated that he did not want to be in a place like this for a moment if he saw it. The place was filled with unparalleled ominous and evil things such as the demon king earlier. And even though there's no wind, the trees, the grass, no, all the things here are starting to twitch.

A voice that sounds like a whisper, mixed in with the soaking sound of a leaf in it. That conversation sounds faint.

"Did you see that?

"Yes."

"One twist on that demon king is pretty good."

"And you'll still be able to afford it"

"What a waste, I was thinking of a name for that demon king."

"Whatever, you were born with level one."

"... was it your favorite...?

"'Cause it was good, wasn't it, that guy?"

"Don't you have a bad taste?

"... but... if that had shown up in town... it would have been fun..."

"I agree with you."

"You might have seen a nice sight."

"Quiet..."

The trees that were bothering me stop perfectly.

"Maintain the status quo for a little longer. Do you have a plan?

"My pleasure."

I'll take care of it.

"We find good materials"

"... can I leave that woman swordsman alone?

"Not yet. We need to wait."

"Copy that."

"Some guys aren't here, but... okay?

"Leave me alone. If you're doing what you do, that's fine."

"If I hadn't done it, I'd have said, 'In a cage! What do you think?

"... you... have no taste..."

"It's cold."

"Chi."

With someone's tongue pounding, the trees swayed as loudly as they contested.

"The next time we shall gather when the moon is full for the third time. Don't forget."

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"I'm going to forget."

"Don't sleep with me."

"... you're the one who keeps playing with women..."

"Playing with my lady is better than playing with her."

"... ugh... it must be..."

"I'll keep in touch with those who haven't come here. There's something I'd like to ask you."

"Okay."

"Then gentlemen, our" For the liberation of the truth of the world ""

"" "" "For the liberation of the truth of the world" ""

And everything stopped perfectly. The spirits, the bugs, the dark-moving monsters of the night, all sorts of life returning to the woods. But there was nothing I cared about, such as what voice I had heard earlier.

Continued