The Branded Female Fencer

Around that time, Mirce was also tired of pulling Shino's hair to play. Human beings other than poetry don't make me sweeten well. None, Milche is bored to no longer do it. Ruth and Nellie are desperate to stop Thomas pranking.

"(Lisa hey comes to me at times like this... even though Lisa hey and I are not alone at all)"

That's a craftsmanship because it's a blind Lisa. I can instantly determine who's talking to who, who's satisfied, who's bored, and who's tired or ill. So be sure Lisa comes to the side when Mirche is bored and always says, "Be a big man today" when Mirche is about to catch a cold or is going to get sick. I had a terrible fever if I didn't keep the word once. Thereafter Mirce is unconditionally obedient to what Lisa says.

"(ahhh, boring)"

When Mirche looks outside, someone is smiling and making the call. On a good look, that was Lisa. If you think calmly, there can't be Lisa here, but Milche, who is only six, can't make that decision. I haven't been at work for a little while, that's about as long as I recognize you. I thought that's why I came back.

"(Lisa, hey! Wow, let me get that for you!

Mirche accidentally went outside despite being told not to leave. But as Mirche approaches, Lisa turns away. But to stop the call, I'm calling Milche to come over here.

"Lisa, where are you going?"

No one realised why Mirce had left the room while it was good.

Gah!

The scene returns and something hits Miriazal's room. Miriazal was ready for a direct hit, but no impact. Only the sound was clearly in his ear.

Pottari, Pottari...

Go on, there's a sound of blood dripping. We all wondered whose blood would flow.

"Ah...?

It was Doom who was bleeding. It was Jake who struck out. Osiria wasn't paying any attention to Jake's movements either. No, everyone on this scene was.

At Jake's age, he lacked muscle strength to wield seriousness, so all he has is a wooden sword for practice. It was judged too dangerous to swing serious in the first place.

But even though Jake only had a wooden sword, he reflexively grabbed the wooden sword and slapped Doom's head down with all his might. Doom was not at all concerned because it was an extremely naive blow compared to a blow such as Alberto. No, I blushed for vision, to be exact, but I didn't even care that it was a child's attack. Alberto will not do much damage if he breaks it off, so naturally.

So this result was unexpected to all. But I recognized that only Jake, who had not swallowed all the circumstances, was a natural consequence. Whether it is a wooden sword, it is possible to slap a man on the head with all his might, or if he puts it in his throat, to cause a man to die sufficiently. So if you tap on the head, it's natural for the blood to flow. Jake's perception was to that extent.

But everyone else in this room can't swallow the situation. The least swallowable would be Doom.

"Hey kid... what did you do to me?

"I hit him!

"... that's not what I'm talking about!

Murder erupts from the doom. Evil enough to make Alberto want to turn away, too, unwittingly covers the room. But Jake sets up a wooden sword and looks to Doom. At the same time, Doom's face clearly changes. There is no longer a look with a thin smile or a vain, bright atmosphere. My eyes are running bloody and I'm totally serious. I no longer even forgot the purpose of raiding Arnelia.

"Forget it... kid, die!

"Don't look me in the eye, Jake!

Miriazal screams, but it's already too late. Jake looks from the front at the frenzied demon eye shining in Doom's deep red. But sooner than the worst imagination comes to mind in Miriazal, Jake moves out.

"What are you, a disgusting bright red eye or something? Lack of sleep?"

"... ha!?

"Fuck you!"

Once again Jake's wooden sword hits the side of Doom. It's not a sword speed that never touches me, but Doom was too surprised that he didn't have the effect of a demonic eye, and the behavioral concept of "dodge" was completely missing. And you broke Doom's nose, Doom nodding his nosebleeds out in large quantities.

"Yes, it hurts... me, it hurts?

"Naturally it hurts if you get hit!

Miriazal's eyes gleam when he sees Jake proclaim in high spirits and the situation reversed.

"... Hey, how long have you been grabbing me?

Miriazal, who returned it to me, pulls Osiria's mind. And he instantly blew Osiria's hands off, beating Doom's temples off and rushing over to Jake's side.

"Jake! Are you hurt?

"More than that!

Jake emits a strong voice. It's more sharp than ever. Miriazal unexpectedly sees Jake's face.

"Hitting him there doesn't really work, Millie."

"... what do you mean?

"I don't think that's the main body there. I don't know what to say, but..."

"Hmm..."

I'm not sure about Miriazal either, but I had a few thoughts about what Jake was saying. But I don't have time to test it right now. I did see where Doom would get up soon, and Jake's wooden sword seemed to work better than Miriazal's fist.

"Gwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

"Are you completely clean? Jake, punch him in the lump with that wooden sword because the eagle creates a gap. Can you do that?"

"... you have to do it, don't you?

"There's only one thing I can do. Because there is no reason to leave it like this for now. Don't worry, but I won't imitate the attack like it's going to reach you. You just think about slapping that wooden sword on that motherfucker."

"Copy that, but your mouth is dirty, Millie."

Jake set up a wooden sword. On his face, Miriazal accidentally grabbed Jake's hair with me.

"This guy, he's busy... and only two people in the world can call me by that name."

"Hehe."

"Gu, you busy little brat. Alberto, you do your daughter."

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Alberto sets his sword on Osiria. Osiria had both hands on Miriazal and was not able to regenerate well. It is only logical that no matter how many evil spirits take the blow of Miriazal with the power of the Holy Spirit once in a while, the regeneration will be irresistible. Instead, Doom, who eats Miriazal's fist and moves that far, is abnormal. Has Osiria understood the disadvantage, and retreats with a grudge? Even to dive into the ground, Alberto's sword would take both Osiria and Osiria from ground to ground.

And when Miriazal tried to beat Doom...

"... I didn't want to use this hand because it's just so dull... look at me"

Doom showed up to those who pointed...

"Um? Lisa, what's up??

"Mirche?"

"Stupid!? What are the samurai doing!

"It's not my responsibility to escort you, the temptation of evil spirits is strong. There's a guy in my evil spirit who's good at poking between people's consciousness. Well... you know what I'm trying to say?

"Gu, ku..."

There are evil spirits around Mirce. He also apparently sees it in Mirche, and when he meets the whole evil spirit thing, he's lost his mind.

"What do you want me to do with you?

"Right - it would be most humiliating to ask for a strip, too, if it were meant to be, but it's not that poor body..."

"It's weird!

"Well, leave the joke alone, would you like a piece of your arm first?"

"Well... can I not kill you?

"If I kill you, your daughter may kill me. I'm supposed to play with Lisa to clear this puff."

Jake reacts to the words by turning his face bright red.

"Why not!?

"Ha, don't be angry, Jake, because I'll take you and you. Let's see what she does with those eyes!

"Do this...!

"No, you can't do anything"

Rin's voice echoes the Deep Green Palace. It was Poetry who appeared on a pressing occasion accompanying you. Nellie didn't have a way of expressing herself, but what she was coming for was the nickname witch clothes. The two behind were the women's samurai molesters and witches with swords.

"Has this... come all the way to me to get hit? Which one, by the way?

"I'd appreciate it if you'd let that kid go before then."

I can't do that. It's a consultation.

"I'm asking you to calm down... but I can't help it, let me force you to let me go. Xu (on)"

When Shino ties his mark with one hand, the evil spirits around Mirce blow up. At the same time, Mirche woke up.

What surprises me is Doom.

"What?

"Mirche, come here."

"Mm-hmm... oh, my goodness!

"Oh, yes... hardly."

"Dear Poetry, be sure to pay attention"

Poetry is comforting to the two of you. When Mirche rushes over to Shino, he sends Mirche down to the woman with the sword. Look at that. Doom flies,

"... what, don't you move?

"We fixed it with surgery. My hobby is to tie you up and play with this East Cloud, not me, but please note that you are dangerous."

"No, Master Poetry. Because I don't have that hobby!

"Yes, Master Poetry - that's my hobby!

The samurai desperately denies, and the witch with the sword happily affirms.

"Oh, I've made another mistake... sometimes I don't know which one you are."

"Terrible..."

"Dear Poetry, I'm not old enough to get bogged down yet ~"

"What, you guys. You came out to do a comic!?

Finally, Doom asks questions in a harsh tone. When I heard it, I answered with poetry pounding and knocking Nico on my hand.

"I'm sorry, I totally lost track of it. I don't like to think about things at the same time."

"Don't be ridiculous!

"No, I'm not very serious about it. By the way, let me introduce myself, my name is Shino Kiyojo, and I am the lead deputy of the Demon Association in the eastern continent. I was wondering if you might like to go with A and B."

"Dear Poetry, overlapping terrible..."

The offering, as always, depressed the joking companion, but it was no longer certain that this would be an easy opponent for Doom. I also feel that the position named by Shino sounds kind of familiar.

"He said he was acting head of the Demon Society...?

"Yes, so it would be helpful if you, the evil spirits, could vanish with disease. Oh, but you don't seem to call it a complete evil spirit, so you're going to pull out the evil spirit ingredient thoroughly for now. I know it's a little painful, but be patient.

By the way, if it was really painful, raise your right hand and indicate your intention,

I can't help it though. Okay, then!

"I'm kidding... I'm so agitated!!?

Shino Pan! hand in hand, a technique so powerful that the doom twists and deforms restrains him and squeezes him up. Too strong a restraint, I realized Doom couldn't even raise his right hand.

"(Just kidding, can you raise your right hand or something!

"Is it painful?"

"(Naturally, this woman!

Doom manages to complain with his gaze when he can't even move to see and no longer even have room to raise his voice, but Poetry is only nimble, serene. Talk to even sound like a missing voice in between.

"It's okay! It will soon disappear, and then all the pain will be gone."

"(J, I'm not kidding! This power, it really wipes out!!

I can't help it if Doom tries to hit something with his hands, but he can't move one finger, one tip at a time. Unlike earlier, he was facing a real crisis.

Lifeless and Bradymaria watching how it went from above.

"He said he was the lead deputy for the Demon Society...?

"Is that awesome?

"Oh. An organization that builds war with the Demon Crusaders Association and works exclusively for the crusade of demons on an eastern continent full of demons. I do very little philanthropy like the Arnelian Church, but you're keen on crusading demons anyway. A battle group that has made demonic crusades a doctrine. It's worse than the Arnelian Church or the Magic Church if you're just fighting. Being the lead surrogate, it would be obvious that he is quite powerful among them.

Doom can't believe he's here. "

Lifeless chuckles Doom's bad luck. Brady Maria was also sighing and watching what was going on down there,

"Hmm. So, what do we do? I think Doom will really disappear if we stay like this."

"... we can't lose him yet. Let's try to help. Bradymaria, can you break that line?

It's not a stupid question.

"Do you want to go then? I can take care of you at all. Bake... Oh, let's just say I fix the tone. each other."

"Of course. Hey - Cahahahaha!

"... what a quick way to switch..."

When he regained his mind, he was the two people who would begin to descend once and for all towards the Deep Green Palace.

Continued