The Branded Female Fencer

"The Devil's Sword..."?

"Yes, there was once an unstoppable battle over my ownership..."

"No, I don't care about that, so show me proof that you're the Devil's Sword"

"Shit, he's the one who doesn't listen to people... okay"

When the dance slave closes his eyes and concentrates, his body is sucked into his own shadow, and his sword surfaces instead. The shape was indeed that sword I saw in the basement of the dungeon.

"I see, indeed"

"Do you believe my words?

"Oh... but"

"Guh!?

Even then, the line suddenly kicked into a dance slave.

"If you go back to that look, it's this one!

"You kick my lady's face with knowledge?

"Do you have a gender in your sword! Mostly. - I'm your husband? Don't make up your mind when it comes to the Devil's Sword!

"That's where you usually cry and rejoice, right? Wouldn't that be cool with the Lord of the Devil's Sword or something?

"Don't leave me there with Pumpy."

"You... are you Abnormal now?

"That's a misleading way of saying it!

Seriously and humans are in serious dispute. Stay a while.

... slightly.

"Damn, I'm not gonna take care of a cursed sword or anything."

"Well, I'm convenient, aren't I? It is not necessary to use the knowledge alone. I've been alive for 500 years."

"You're gonna curse me by saying something good, like that? I'll dump you in the ocean! Rust slowly with salt water."

"Well, it's not called the Devil's Sword if it rusts in the water."

"Then I'll punch you in the volcano magma"

"It's... don't melt"

"All right, it's settled!

When the line puts its hand on the sword, the sword makes a scene as soon as possible.

"Ki, you! Where are you touching!?

"It's you, your face?

"Don't eagle your chest!

"Know!!

While Rhine wondered if there would ever be such a rough demon sword, he reacted picklessly to some signs, and his body hid in the shadows of nature and trees.

"What? A sign of what?

"That's the master. It's sensitive to humans."

"You're not a master. but where is this from... the ruins!

When the line glanced at the ruins, the entrance to the ruins broke and out came the man eater, who once again took on the look of a crab.

"I'm hungry... oh, whoa, whoa!

"It's him again! There's more to perseverance than that, huh?

"Sure, I'm persistent, but evil spirits and stuff like that. Usually it's a mass of negative emotions like untrained, resentful, and twitchy. Thought it was an old legend that we'd never stop until the untrained were fulfilled?

"Chi, please, don't notice this way..."

Rhine was holding his breath, but apparently Maneater has no sign of noticing this one. Instead, I smell something. And the direction we headed is the direction of the city exactly opposite the line.

"Come on, we're going after the Alphilis, right?

"Really? Well, you went to a lot more people to eat. It's convenient, I suggest you get away with it now?

"Yes, it is. But."

The line rises and begins to pull out the sword.

"Hey Master. I kind of get it, but let's hear it just in case. What are you gonna do?

"Defeat that one. I won't let them come to me."

"Aren't imitations like those righteous allies suited?

"Right. But it doesn't look good. It's a different story."

"You're not gonna win, are you?

"That's another problem, too."

"Oh, boy."

Dance Slave sighed.

"I didn't think you were such a righteous person. You even have a daughter you fell in love with?

"I don't know. I don't know if I'm in love myself. But I do care. I can't help it."

"Huh, well. Master, if you really want to do this, use me."

"I told you, I won't take care of the Devil's Sword. Don't generally hear that the Devil's Sword asks the user for a price. Forgive me for forsaking my humanity and my soul instead of my strength."

"I'm not asking for my price. And I'm not asking you to give your soul anything. It's just a recoil, to be exact."

"Recoil? You, what demon sword? Ability?"

"Listen carefully, man, I am capable of..."

Rhine was listening seriously to Dance Slave's words. And after listening, Rhine often showed distressing shavings.

"I see... so recoil. You're a dangerous man."

"I knew the master was smart. I understand quickly and I know how dangerous it is. He doesn't know how dangerous I am. He's gonna die from a single use."

"So, you can win?

"You can't use me to win. The rest depends on the skill of the master."

"You tell me. Let's use it, Devil's Sword."

"Call it by its proper name"

"I wish I could beat him."

The line holds the Devil's Sword and barks toward the Maneater.

"This way, bucket thing!

You just reacted to that voice, Maneater turning back to the line.

"I'm hungry. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"That's all you got. Then I'll feed you my slaughter hungry!

The line sets up a demon sword and storms into the man-eater. The battle for one of the lines was already off Lisa's sensors, without the Alphilis' help.

And would it have been 10 minutes? The winner of the battle is - the line. On the ground was the wreckage of a man-eater that had been completely torn apart. Completely out of comma and no longer know where or what part. If this is a puzzle, I'd have to say it's the highest degree of difficulty.

A line finally standing beside it in support of the sword.

"This... is definitely tough"

"But I'd be surprised if it ended with a recoil of that magnitude. Techniques are a big deal. Looks like you've been working out a lot."

"Maybe it's better than it looks. But I understand you. If you do have this power, it's no surprise there's a war going on around you."

"Have you finally understood my greatness?"

"Danger, too. I knew it was for magma..."

"Stop it!

"Just kidding."

In the midst of such an exchange, the soul of Maneater came out as a child.

"Do you still do it!?

"No, this kid doesn't have the power to do this with a spirit. Spiritual bodies cannot interfere directly with living humans. Either possess organic matter or move inorganic matter. Even the most inorganic of evil spirits can easily interfere, but only counts as much in history."

Maneater crushed sadly as Dance Slave gave his commentary.

"I'm just hungry... why do you keep doing that?

Don't ask me.

"Master, we do not allow spiritual souls to dwell. I'll have to leave you alone. Even evil spirits disappear without much raison d 'être. It would be nice to send someone who deserves it later to purify it."

"Oh..."

The line follows Dance Slave's word and walks away with his sword as it is. I looked back at the man eater only once, but the line has a good distinction between what I can and can't do.

And after the line left, only the soul of the Maneater was left. Rhine stared at what was going on with the dance slave on the road and what was going on with it so that it could be ordained.

"Well, the Devil's Sword is dumped here."

"Do you still want to tell me?

"So it's a joke"

"Gu, gu"

The discontinued dance slave is extinguished. Thank you. The line seems to blame me more. No, isn't that a problem? For now, it is a teasing demon sword for Rhine.

"Either way, if you can be a human body, you're gonna follow me, right? Then I'll go with you because I can't help it. It's just so hard to carry, just walk around like a human being."

"... I have no choice"

Dance Slave transforms into a woman's form.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu, you're beautiful inside, aren't you?

"... well, I don't deny it. Now if I were human, I'd push you down instantly. But why a woman?

I don't know that.

"I know it's about me."

"That is true, but the sword makes its appearance varied. Men, old men, children... there can be beasts in there. When I realized it too, it looked like this, and I don't have any memories of it. Whatever it is, it's a sword."

"Fair enough. I'll go check it out because I have something to worry about in the meantime. Follow me."

"What do you care?

"For the first time since the origin of this request, there have been many suspicious movements around the country lately. I'm also concerned about the war in Krums... from around there. Let's start by delivering this chapter-of-the-shape to the Alliance."

Let the line rattle and ring the contents of the bag.

"It's a disciplined thing. But before we do that, can I ask you the real name of the master?

"That's your real name?

"It would be a pseudonym. If the line was my real name, I would have done more when I used it earlier. My real name is spiritually important in my contract with the Devil's Sword."

"Really, it's not as good as a pseudonym... okay, my real name is..."

"Well, isn't that a good name? Why don't you go through with your real name?

"I'm an inquisitor in my hometown. Well, we're on a trip around here. Come on. Let's talk. And you don't have a master or anything about me. Call it a proper line, Dance Slave."

"Heh heh, got it, line. My name is Dancer."

"I get it. Do you want to procure clothes for your journey? It doesn't stand out."

"Men like this, don't they? Look, I didn't put it on, and I didn't, okay?

"I can't even show you!

And two, no, one and one sword walked away in the woods. There is no way for Alphilis and the others to know that their activities have saved their own lives.

Continued