The Branded Female Fencer

"Last time it was in the woods, this time it's obsolete. My master has an absolutely shady personality, doesn't he? I wonder why you're so cocky."

"... I can't help it, because from public common sense we're evil..."

"But we are truly worried about this world"

"Then I wish we could meet at a better place. Rent out some accommodation, rent out a first-rate kiosk. Come on."

"Quiet, Master."

Three boys who kept whispering, - no, one looks old - and the red-handed beautiful young man fixes the ambiguity. Yes, the Alphilis and the others haven't met in person, but it's those four people who were out in the Darkas woods.

And an old man who accompanies one young man on the spot and comes in without sound. In addition to the indentation of his cheeks, the young man has a glitzy eye. On the other hand, his eyes were running bloody as if some addicted patient had made him cut off his addiction.

And the old man wore a hood deep in addition to his robe, and his expression could not be seen. But his majesty can be felt from above the robe. It would be easy for a magician to imagine that he is the head of this group, even from the magic that he possesses.

and a young man withheld behind threw questions at the four.

"Just the four of you?

"You know, I don't know how many people I have?

"... there are no women..."

Speaking of which, none of the three of you are here.

"I'll be here."

From the darkness, a long-sleeved woman appears with two swords on her back. She's not the only one with a robe, like the outfit a man wears when he travels, or a skinny shirt with a collar, plus tight trousers, like a shiatsu male dress warrant. Everyone is a little surprised by the lack of much footsteps and signs, but she is accustomed to including surprises because this is always the case.

"Master, I deeply apologize for the delay in the assembly"

"Uhm. Did you take the trouble to collect it?

"Yes, but the end is good. I must apologize over and over again for the fact that I'm still far from my goal..."

"Good, I encourage you."

"Thank you."

Women bow back with a grace. What a beautiful woman with fluffy, long black hair when she falls back. Long enough to reach the ground, she used a red ribbon around the middle to bring it to one. There will be no discomfort whatsoever when you wear a dress and you are told that you are a noble lady here.

"Long time no see, 'oney'. As beautiful as ever."

"I don't really like that name."

A dark-haired woman, called 'Monet' by a bright boy, argues with a slightly more annoying look. She lacks facial expression, even if she says it's annoying, at best it's to the point where her eyebrows move tingly.

"Don't say that. We just can't get a name. I mean, more of them don't know each other's names or anything. That's why we have to call the traits."

"Did the other two call you 'Princess' and 'Lady'? I don't think you prefer to be called that name. I have received the word from that 'princess', has it arrived to your master?

"No, I'm not listening."

The master answered inadvertently. A bright boy asks a mean question as to whether he came up with anything in that reaction.

"Heh, what about the princess? Oh, reproduce it properly and accurately, huh?

"... 'I can't keep my job busy, Master ♪ Forgive me, Wong'... let's do it"

The woman called One after I said it makes her face red. I don't know if I'm serious. Perhaps the woman called the princess also deliberately made such a message after reading this development. The bright boy and the old-faced boy are laughing with their bellies, but the quiet boy, the master and the youth group are not laughing. Because if you are a good acquaintance with the strength of this brunette woman, you will never make fun of her like this.

The young man, on the other hand, who refrained behind his master, had a blue muscle on his forehead. And he largely begins to get angry.

"Damn, that woman knows what this gathering is!

"Come on, Hidun. That's the biggest job I've ever done, and I certainly can't get my hands off it. We'll see what we can do later."

"Even if your master doesn't go out on his own..."

"Well, it's been a while since I've seen your face."

"What, the name of your brother is' Hidun '? I've never known you before."

"Me, too."

"Me, too."

"... I've known you for a long time... but you haven't heard that in a long time..."

Around, he has expressed interest in learning the name of his brother, but at the time Hidun does not seem to have healed his frustration. At that time, factors that irritated him even more came into the room with high laughter.

"Cahahahaha! I'm late -! Ooh, sorry, oh, and sooo sama ~. Cahahahaha!

"Hey, it's Lady."

"... I don't like that kid..."

"I don't think anyone's good at her,"

"Brother, aren't you going to lose your blood vessels?

The blue muscles of Hidun emerge even more as they worried, but the girl known as this lady - who looks even younger than the boys on the outside, wears blonde vertical rolls, nasty, flickering, and categorical gorgeous clothes instead of robes - made an even more lethal statement as she circled around to observe Hidun when she arrived.

"Hey - Hidun ~, did your hair get a little thinner?

"Roar."

"... oh, you mean, 'I can't read the air'?

"No matter how much I do, I can't get that far."

"F, f, f..."

Hidun started laughing in a weird way as his surroundings began to twist and lag behind a bad feeling. Around that perimeter, she circles around him even more as if her daughter enjoys his frustrating appearance. As it is, Hidun's head blood vessels will not be far away and he will die of indignation. So, you and the other members change the subject.

"Well, speaking of which, don't you have that big fat ass?

A bright boy slaps his hand and changes the subject.

"Uh, was it 'stupid'?

"... that's a terrible call..."

"He would have seen how it went before he came, but he was asleep, right? I woke it up once, but there was no sign of fine dust either. Well, as usual."

"You don't distort."

"... that's a real idiot..."

One sigh sighed as the quiet boy shrugged. Seeing such a strange interaction, the man called Master spins his words calmly.

"Fine, he decides to go wake him up later. He has a job to do. I'll take what you have to report, but how about everyone?

"Bye ~, A ta si ~"

The girl called 'The Lady' answers in a really good tone, even though she is prolonged.

"As my master put it, I'm done building bases on this continent ~. It's over February earlier than planned ~, was it good?

"Um, I've never gotten over it early"

"It's been tough. Oh? My men are going to die from overwork - and all the people involved have to kill me because of the mouth seal. As a reward - I want to take a vacation for the rest of my time - can I go?

"... would be okay. Allow."

"Yay! My master is fat! I'm not hungry!"

"That kid always has a lot to say"

"... it's so hard..."

Your daughter is bouncing around her master. Are you happy with your extra vacation? But everyone here knows what that vacation is about. It will be a massacre (vacation) that rains blood anyway. It doesn't accumulate in the creatures in the area where she comes to visit.

The voice of your daughter laughing at the pieces echoes indoors, but the quiet boy opens his mouth as if to ignore her.

"... speaking of which, Master, I have a question..."

"What?"

"... I recently heard that a kid who looks about our age has joined us?

"Mm-hmm. You must have never met anyone but me yet. I was hoping to bring him in once."

"It's a new America, so say hello to the seniors."

A bright boy complained as he kicked the ground.

"You're by far the youngest."

"You're about to let the seniors breeze."

"Ha! You don't deny it. I'll use it at best."

"I'm not dumb enough to be used by you"

Now everyone is pounded into the void, breathing much more. Everyone here wasn't aware of its existence. And from the darkness in the corner of the room where nothing was supposed to be, the boy showed up. Dark hair, black robes, black eyes. It's black to the inner. Whereas an outfit reminiscent of a true dark magician, an otherwise gentle and aristocratic neat face creates the opposite creepy.

The boy turned his black eyes to all of them, and when he observed them all the way, he turned away, even though he said he could no longer lose interest. You didn't care about that attitude, a bright boy eats it.

"Hey, how long have you been there?

"From the beginning. If I don't say hello forever, I don't think it's a good idea to keep crushing the Master's face. But I was here first, but I didn't think anyone would notice me. Aren't you somewhat saggy, gentlemen?

"This guy...!

A bright boy kills. But the new boy doesn't look like he's dealing with him.

"Don't."

When the master had a drink, the active boy would probably catch his kill, but his expression was still so frustrating that he seemed to jump.

There's no way to care about him like that, and a genuine black boy turns to a man called his master.

"Then Master, I've already shown my face, so I'm with this. It's a pile of things to do."

A boy who disappears into darkness without waiting for his master's reply. In this face, everyone is distracted by his attitude.

"What the hell is that?"

"Excuse me. That's a million new Americans."

"You're annoying me - come on for the kids!? Cahahahaha."

"... your daughter will say that..."

"Master, do you mind?

Hidun asks his master, but he doesn't seem to have any emotions whatsoever. but phew, and after one small sigh leak, he turns back to everyone.

"... all of you listen. I don't know if he'll ever have more friends with me if he joins. Take this and move the plan to the next phase. Anomaly, state your current demon king production status."

"Yes."

It was the ugly old man who entered. He was called Demon King Producer (Satan Maker).

"There are currently more than 140 Demon Kings in my workshop that are ready to go live. I was wondering if there were 1,000 of them, given the individuals in production. Just."

"Just?"

"There is also some problem. First, there are variations in behavioral patterns, on the other hand, that have succeeded in giving the Demon King a diverse preference. Therefore, regardless of the individual's abilities, there may be considerable errors in terms of outcomes. You'll need commanders like us to make it up to you. No matter how high the Demon King's abilities are, Level 1 is born. You will need to gain some combat experience before you can operate. And."

"Do you still have it?

"Unfortunately. Assuming that 1000 bodies operate at the same time, there are not enough demons under their command. We actively capture Goblin Oak and others, but even if we deploy each as a 100 body subordinate, it will exceed 100,000. I was wondering if it would be tough, both locally and asset-wise, to capture and manage that number very much. However, we have already considered alternatives in relation to this. Experiments are needed, but we may be able to form it somehow. I would like to have your master's permission later."

"Hmm..."

The master bothered his head a little with the pile of problems, but his head spins dizzily and he quickly comes up with a countermeasure. Rather, it is a plan that I have thought through in him for years now. I've been thinking through a lot of different phases and situations. The task of worrying is just the task of opening his closed drawers.

"How long does that alternative take?

"Depending on the progress of the experiment, I was wondering if you would like to see a minimum of one year. It's only a matter of time before the finished product is ready."

"Fine. By the way, Anomaly, is it possible to let the Demon King have the preference you intended?

To that question, the old man niggles at me for not saying he was waiting.

"I still can't say that my understanding of the laws of Demon King production is perfect, and that won't be possible. But the law is fairly clear, so I was wondering if roughly 80% could do as intended."

"Then it's time to know exactly what your opponent's fighting power is. Add up to 2,000 Demon Kings to complete the production. Securing the workshop..."

"Yes, yes! thats a ta si, work of ~ cahahaha!

"Then I will raise the funds and materials."

"... I will procure the materials..."

Each offers a job one after the other.

"Fine. Hidun has something else to do, okay?

"Yes. And how about you, sir?

"You may continue to do your job."

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The brunette swordsman gracefully salutes.

"Doom, I have something for you to do, too. Come with me. And Hidun."

"Aye."

"Yes."

Hidun replies with a boy with an active appearance called Doom.

"Now it shall be dissolved once. Doom and Hidun stay. The latter shall report regularly to me on their progress. Then everyone, 'For the liberation of the truth of the world'"

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

The words disappear from the room one after the other into the signal. And three remaining masters, Hidun and Doom.

"So, Master. What are you gonna do?

"First I'm going to wake up that idiot, The Beast King (Beastmaster)"

At the same time as the words, the three appearances shifted, and disappeared from the room.

Continued