The Branded Female Fencer

"Um? What are you doing?

"No, no, you're the one"

There is some misplaced air conversation over the forest of Darkas, directly above which the Alphilis and the others are fighting.

But he can't see, and only his voice can hear him. Of course, they are hiding themselves by magic so that they cannot be found by the Alphilis. The same goes for signs and voices. It fixes and tensions the soundproofing magic space so that it can only be heard in a certain space.

"I procure materials. You're saying no to your brother, aren't you? I'm the busiest one, anyway. You haven't been turned down anyway, have you?

One of the voices speaks lightly. It is the bearer of that voice, where the Alphilis and the others were leaping in the unknown. And the other voice is a light-hearted narrative, as if it responds to that tune as well.

"Well. I got tired of playing with Explorer, so I came to see this one. You can't call yourself a Seeker. What a proud nation. I don't know."

"What did you do?"

The voice casts doubt.

"I got it for a toy because I had three extra girls, and you broke one in front of the other two. So I said," Which one do you want next? When I heard, "I don't want to be the guy next door," I started cursing each other. You're no different than a human being, are you? I lost interest in something, so I gave it to Oak and Goblin. Aren't you having fun by now?

"No, if I saw the way you broke it, I would normally think so, wouldn't I??

"What? I was gonna take it lightly this time."

Lord of a voice that seems manifestly dissatisfied. But he also does it consciously again to see how horrible his senses end for others.

"So, after all... no way. You left me in my lab??

"Mochi. I told him to put it in number 3. That kid's gonna be okay because he's a omnivore, right?

"Um, well, yeah, but... every two, five, 11 is delicate, so stop it, okay?

Neither will the Lord of the other voice ever pity the Seeker. His only interest is in his own experiments. You wouldn't even hesitate to wipe out one city if you were to do your own experiments. In his brutality, he was the bearer of such brutality that he surpassed the Lord of the other voice.

"I know." So, what's material?

"That's..."

One of the voices shows up. There will be no reason for anyone to know, but he is the Lord of the Voice who appeared in the room of the young man who was writing a march order to Zamwed the other day. Only that voice seems like a boy, but it was an ugly old man who showed up. My face is like a crushed toad, no, worse. Frogs would still have symmetrical faces left to right, but this old man doesn't even have symmetrical eye positions left to right.

If only my left eye does it, it's down there, and it's diagonal. The nose is very distorted and half rotten. His mouth was wide distorted to the side, his lips turned up, and his jaw was cracked. My hair still has chipped hair just to the right, but my left is completely bald. Besides, there's a terrible pimple, and by the way, pus is overflowing. The smell is terrible, too, and a normal olfactory owner would not be able to stand without holding his nose down. Very unbearable to the front.

"Still a terrible face"

"You know what... because this is convenient"

"How?

The Lord of the other voice did not know why. Throw honest questions at boys like old men, no, old men like boys.

"When you get close with this face, you run away with disgust at first, man or woman. And when fear exceeds its limits, it strikes back. And then I can get as many punches and kicks as I want... just imagine it sounds crazy! Wouldn't that be great??

"... even if I say so, you're the best of us, no, you're the worst pervert."

"I wonder? Either way, it's only a compliment! Anyway, it's down there now."

And a little boy like that old man points down.

"No way... what's that seal?

"Yeah, surprise, isn't it?

A boy like an old man giggles like he found a good toy (toy).

"Hmm, I didn't realize that"

"But you have a cup of humans. But now it's forbidden for us to get our hands on it directly, and... what do we do?

"Then I'm glad you brought him here. Looks like we just got a job. We were just meeting up."

Loose behind an active boy, and the air flickers like a palatine flame. What came out of it was an awesome beautiful man, now in contrast to the old man ahead. He has long, gold-flowing hair tied together around his waist. Her eyelashes are also long, slightly shaved, but never cold under the impression, and she looks either flamboyant overall. In this soft atmosphere, the cleavage is accented the other way around, creating the impression that it seems resourceful. If you dress like a woman, you'll pass by with an endless beauty. He wears himself in a black robe, just like a boy and an old man, but somehow even lets him drift elegantly. At least, he'll look more royal than the prince downstairs.

"I see, are those armors your work? By the way, it's been a long time since I've seen you in three years."

"It's been three years and four months, to be exact. You both look good."

And a young man to grace.

"You're as dumb and polite as ever. Are you sure you're one of us?

"I'm proud of you for once."

"Fair enough. He's no better than the rest of us, I'm sure."

"Huh... well no. By the way, can you decurse your magic doll?

The Lord of voices, still hidden, asks the youth.

"Yeah, this time I'm on that spot. So, should I decurse that seal?

"Smart people talk fast and help. Then do it fast!

"Chi, wait a minute! Why don't you let me collect the material first?

The old man hesitates. He's out here sewing in the middle of nowhere. Neither knew his struggle, and the LORD of snares and voices spoke with pleasure.

"Uh, well, why don't we do it later? Either way, we have to unseal it. We can't recover it, can we? And if it's the kind of material that gets hit easily, it's useless, isn't it?

"No, that's not the problem..."

"I think the argument will be prolonged, so I've ordered you to decurse it for now"

"" Yes!

The youth thought it would be troublesome to devote time to the argument, ignoring the two of them and pointing an armored soldier at Fenna's remaining seal.

Humph!

Meanwhile, things were changing downstairs. Fenna fired an arrow at Prince Muster without question. The arrow shot through the ground at the prince's feet at a tremendous rate, trembling as the tail of the arrow represented Fenna's wrath.

The prince is furious at the act.

"Prince Krums, what are you going to do toward the third prince, Dark Elf!

"I'll ask you a question."

"This guy!"

"Don't move!!!

Exactly. The soldiers surrounding the prince tint, but they bulk out loud like Fenna wouldn't normally imagine. Not only the soldiers but also the Alphilis got a little dull with too much temper.

"The distance between the prince and me is approximately 30 meters. At this distance, you can't stab a prince in the eye with a single blow on your arm to the extent of me, and you may make him suffer. If you don't want to taste the unnecessary suffering, give me a prompt response. Question, I will not tolerate silence"

"The dark elf flair is a joke..."

Humph! Something fell out of the prince with the wind chipping noise.

"Ha... ha!?

"Sorry, I'm going crazy at hand"

Fenna threw an untouched word as the prince held her ear and nodded.

"Wah, wah, my ears...!

"I told you, I won't let the prince stay with me to the extent of my skill. Next thing you know, your hand might twist and shoot through your knees. Shoulders next. Next leg. Please note that my hand will go crazy very lightly. Can you understand, what I'm saying?

Fenna's silver eyes have a dark glow. Having been together for the past few days, the Alphilis and the others just thought Fenna was a big, pull-in personality. No, it may be true, but I just wanted to avoid a useless feud, and she wasn't as big of a character as keeping her clan's revenge in front of her. It's just that I've been patient for a long time. And now that he has crossed the limits of his patience with his revenge in front of him, Fenna looks to the prince with an impatient look.

"How about a prompt answer or not? As far as I'm concerned, you don't have to answer."

"Wow, okay! Answer anything!!

It already seemed that the prince had completely lost his temper to disobey. Naturally speaking, it was funny how he wandered around saying "don't shoot me" too much, and what an unusual impression he made on everyone. Even though he is a prince, the current king of Krums is in office for a long time and is quite old before the age of 40, even if he is a third prince. Besides, he's short and obese, and his head is bald by more than half, so he applauds his extra despicable appearance. Regardless of appearance, in a royal family such a pitiful temperament would annoy the sawdust inhabitants as well.

Help him look like that, too, or Fenna, with her horrible eyes, asks the prince a question.

"So... first, where are you taking those inside me? Not all of them seem to be dead."

"Oh, I don't know that"

Gah!

With the Prince's reply, Fenna's arrow was shooting through the Prince's knee. Not knowing what happened for a moment, the prince screams as he checks his knees.

"Bye!

"Apparently you don't need an ear. Didn't you need to leave one? Or should I have shot it out of that lying mouth?

"Ho, you really don't know... a few of the eagles just asked me to keep them alive and catch them..."

"To whom?

Fenna squeezes her bow further.

"He's the one who recently became my closest samurai!

"What's your name?

"Zerbados. Yes, Zerbados."

Zerbados. Fenna groans as she engraves that name in her mouth, continuing to ask more questions.

"Is that the man who told you to assault me?

"No, the man just taught me the secret tricks in this..."

Fenna wonders about the question. Why do people outside know the secret tricks inside you?

"What secret do you think that Zerbados and they are?

"I heard it was the secret to practicing gold. Can you Dark Elves make as much gold as you like with alchemy?

To Uncle Wang's question, Fenna shakes her head sideways as she sifts.

"Such an idiot... it can't be"

"Hey, what?!?

"Think about it. Why is money so precious?

"It's sparkling and beautiful, so..."

To the answer, Fenna was stunned.

"... apparently you don't know anything. Look, if it just glows, it can be any other metal. If you are just beautiful, there are many things that are more beautiful than gold, such as gems, and what is beautiful depends on your individual sense of value. It is because gold has a rare value in it that it is not oxidized, that is, treated as a symbol of permanent immortality without rust, and because of its low absolute quantity. If alchemy or the like existed and gold was freely produced, its value would decline relative. So even if you're free to make gold out of alchemy, it's pointless."

"Hey, what?

The prince looked sincerely unexpected. I guess I never even thought about that. Fenna goes after him with even more words.

"I didn't know you wouldn't even notice that... and my family for such fools, idiots, such as rolling out soldiers and fighting as people tell me... my friends..."

Fenna is nagging and blushing her lips. but

"You think I'm stupid!? Don't be ridiculous! I'm not an idiot or anything!

The prince suddenly raged. Fenna barks back without hiding the tears that flow.

"What are you, not stupid!? It's not about what the exchangers do, such as putting out soldiers for personal greed and driving others to death!

"It's not personal! I did it for the good of our people!

"Can my people die for that!?

Fenna lifts her voice up. It's a momentum that's just releasing a squeezed bow. The prince's life ends at that moment, but he keeps talking about it as if he's forgotten.

"Dark elves and other filthy clans! It was in the book, wasn't it? Are you a clan that gave the demon king a hand and was banished? I mean, the eagle is righteous, the righteous eagle dies to get it recognized in court. It's an honor, there's no need to resent me!

"Nah..."

Fenna extinguishes. Even though there are misunderstandings, it is an outrageous argument. There are those who have shown disgust not only at the comeback of Nia and Miranda, but also at the face of the Blackhawk and even at the end of the day at the soldiers who protect the prince. Fenna no longer has anger passing her limits and no words. You mistakenly assumed you were wrong about that, plus the prince spins the word.

"The eagle must be recognized in court. Hey, brother, you guys are just brilliant. Everybody made a fool out of me...! I'm a little short and fat, so what? I can't ride a horse. What is it? I couldn't study, so what? Do royalty have to be better than people at everything? That's a stupid picture of them, little fat, noromatic, bald slapping in the pussy. If you broke a branch of the garden to hit that eight, or hit the Kingslayer a little, do it. I thought you were a tyrant... and I still wanted everyone to admit it! What's wrong with killing a dirty dark elf, useless for that matter!? Fairy tales will always end with justice destroying evil! You, the Dark Elves, have to die for justice."

The prince whites with an angry face. There may be some things to be sympathetic about, but there doesn't seem to be any thought at all about how propitious it is. Instead, because it was, you're not aware at all that you would have hated it in court. Even if not exceptionally good as a man, there are many kings and marquises who have left your name in their benevolence and character. His real misfortune would have been that there was no one around to preach what he needed as an exchanger.

But that doesn't cure Fenna's anger. Almost all of his clan, who lived quietly in the woods, were killed for just that, for the sake of one glory. Moreover, he spoke of the lives of his fellow men on the same level as the fairy tale. Already anger has passed its limits and hands with bows and arrows are rattling and shaking. The face is completely upbeat with anger and the eyes are opened, and the beautiful face of the servant is close to ruining it, just like a ghost shape.

"Monsieur, it won't be money, but can I kill him? I'm getting really angry."

"... I agree with this pervert, but it's the same. Captain Zelver, can I kill that idiot prince? I'll be thorough enough not to leave any evidence behind."

It was Dorothy who first agreed with Lexus' words. The already proud song knife had been pulled out of its sheath.

"I have a stomach for agreeing with that woman, but can I join you, Alphilis?

"Don't worry, Nia. 'Cause I'm not sure I'm gonna stop either."

"Lisa is by Fenna's side, but please do as you wish until Lisa's minute"

The Alphilis and the Blackhawks are all starting to kill each other. Sounds like the same feeling to Lisa. But surprisingly, Miranda stabbed everyone with a nail.

"Something about international issues is getting better... and Atashi is not in a good position, but that's enough. But not until the limits of Fenna's patience have arrived, everyone. You can't have Atashi and the others before Fenna. She's still patient."

If we do find out that we killed that prince, all those here will be permanently pursued by Krums as suspects. Because we know that, Fenna hasn't released an arrow yet either. But it's also a matter of time.

Exactly. The two Blackhawk captains are still calm,

"I guess I'm in a position to stop. Don't worry about stopping it."

"I won't stop the eagle. but the air is weird. Everybody better watch your surroundings."

Everyone is annoyed by Louis' words.

"... indeed. What is this? I don't feel like killing or anything."

"Lisa doesn't even know, but it just means something's dangerous..."

"... the seal is about to be unsealed. That's the house. Everyone should distance themselves from that house. Let's get away slowly."

Everyone sees Alphilis with a slight eye. Alphilis stares at the house with a serious face.

"What do you mean? Alfi."

"I don't have sensor capabilities like Lisa's, and I noticed when she said it, but I've always been sensitive to discomfort. Besides, I can't hear you anymore. Until just now, I heard a little... is this anger? No. Sorrow and some sort of unnatural infusion of anger..."

"Alfi? Your voice, what are you talking about? Lisa doesn't hear or feel anything."

Lisa snapped her neck, but Louis is also staring in the same direction as Alphilis.

"No, Alphilis is right. Now the eagle knows clearly, but I suck. Everybody out. Protect that elf's daughter, too."

"Well, there's no armor guys... no matter how blunt they are, they don't seem to be good enough to come to our advantage."

Dorothy makes a face that the 3rd Squad humans speak of. Originally, the armored special soldiers were deposited with them by the dumb prince in front of them, but if there's an intruder, they're supposed to chase them automatically, at least as long as they're in here.

I notice that the face of the Blackhawk is strange and I wrap my guard around it. The three of us staring from the sky at how it is.

"No way, did they notice?

"Apparently, yes."

"Hmm. But it's too late. You're adding my strength to the bleeding service this time!

From the direction of that voice, black viscous objects were spilling out of space with nothing. At first they were about a few drops. They also eventually start to flow off with the lobster as if the leaking mouth had broken. And when it was inverted in the air, and became a black mass of the great man, it vanished its shape.

"I hope it will be a good spectacle..."

'Cause you're not a good performer.'

"Leave me alone!"

The Alphilis cannot possibly know that such conversations are being exchanged over the sky. And the moment Fenna finally tried to release an arrow from the limits of her patience...

Continued