The Branded Female Fencer

"Long time no see, Gwen"

"... I didn't want to think about it, but it's still you. Oranzeble."

An old man called the Orange Bull takes the hood. The face I met underneath had wrinkles like an old man, but the eyes were impressive with sharp, willy forest colored eyes, a tight mouth, and a stored moustache. And he has long ears, and he is also like an elf. But they seem to have even bigger ears than normal elves.

Never the face of a bad man. It's not like I'm letting go of my killer in vain. But the strong brilliance of his eyes was moving under his daring will, and it was easy to imagine that he would not hate any means or sacrifice for the sake of purpose. He looked like a martyr himself, or a death squad in a battlefield.

In addition, there seemed to be some surprised by the black robe mages that Gwendorf and Oranzeble knew each other, each of them face-to-face. Both Oranzebul and Gwendorf completely ignored that.

"Since when, Gwen?"

"You left us 2,000 years ago. Once upon a time, the first wise dragon, Darren Lokia, fell asleep."

"I miss you. All five of them were still alive then."

"Oh, but the bronsel of the ancient giant (Elder Giant) is already dead, and the wingman (Nike) Yelasha sought a new heaven and earth, and led the clan away from this continent"

"And with me, after that, I was a kid, only three of Gora, the beast of Tanuki."

"It's a big deal just to have three people alive. But you haven't seen yourself since. [M] After that, Gora and I have been in agreement and have taught each other the wisdom we can know as not to lead the life of this continent in a more correct direction. I taught the elves and giants so much about witchcraft at best, but even more aggressively went down into people as far as Gola. Now they're leaning on Gruzaldo. But what about you? Most of us burned with passion, and now the late Bronsel insisted, but I just thought that Darren, if Lokia left, you would lead us all."

Seeing Orangeables with the kind of eyes Gwendorf blames. Gwendorf also knows where Oranzebul worked through the Lifeless. That's what I'm looking at.

"... it's a long story to talk about around. But, Gwen, my thoughts are still the same as then. I just want you to believe that."

"Then why do an outrageous imitation? Isn't what you're doing inconsistent?

"I can't help it if they take it that way. But this is a necessary pain."

Orangeables had sad eyes. In those eyes, Gwendorf also learns that he is not lying.

"Oran, you..."

"Gwen, I'm not asking you to cooperate. But will you shut up and watch what I do? After that, I studied various things by myself. Because there was something really bothering me. And I realized I couldn't do it your way."

"What do you mean?

"I can't tell you that. But change is already coming. Look more at the world, Gwen. If you do, you'll know everything. You'll see what I'm doing is right, too."

Again, Oranzeble didn't say anything. I just said I said everything I wanted to say. Gwendorf also seemed to realize that no further questions could be asked.

"... I see it seems useless to talk about this any more. Then just one last thing from me."

"What?

"Are you going to kill Alphilis?

To this question, tension ran to everyone. If Oranzeble shook his head vertically here, it could easily be imagined that a tragic battle would begin on the spot. Perhaps Gwendorf will also wield some power as a true dragon. As a result, this little Feblanc will disappear from the ground.

But Oranzeble instantly shook his head to the side. To be honest, everyone was relieved by the trick. Everyone knew it was imperative to destroy them all when they fought, although they seemed to have felt the pity of their enemies.

"No, I'm not gonna kill you."

"I hope so, for the time being. There is still too little judgment material for me either. I can't draw any immediate conclusions about what you're doing."

"Wait a minute! I don't care what you think. They must be villains!?

Miranda stepped out of her body unexpectedly. That feels the same as Alphilis. But Gwendorf's answer was chilling.

"How about that? It is a matter of human values. [M] As far as I know, Oranzeble is not the person to kill pointlessly, and I certainly know nothing too much at this stage. I can't judge you."

"That's why you can kill people!

"You were an Arnelian Sister, weren't you? The way you see it is only as a human being. [M] From us, all the animals of nature fight if they are compelled to do so. That's no different. Kindness is a good thing, but for those who, like us, are in a position to originally watch over all living beings, man and grass are no different as those who live on this earth equally. Man has driven away many demons, but even demons, for us equal lives in this earth. There is no substitute for being merciful.

So it would be contraindication for me, who is inherently a true dragon, to be on the side of the Alphilis. But she and I have become involved because of our destiny. I have received many things from her, and as one life form I am proud of, True Dragon, the grace I have received must be returned to her. This is not as the head of a true dragon, but as a single dragon, Gwendorf. "

Miranda shut up. Indeed, Miranda's statement was the only way to look at the human side. But is it really? For Miranda, the events we have seen so far are everything. I don't know how far Gwendorf knows, but I didn't think the beings in front of me were right.

And the Orange Bull slowly opens his mouth.

"So Gwendorf will take his daughter's side?

"Oh, I don't mind you thinking so. Of course it's me personally."

"Hmm. Then I'd like to avoid arguing with you. Of course this is my personal wish, and killing is not what I want."

"Then why don't we just stay out of each other's way here? Of course, this is until I know everything. Depending on the circumstances, I could be your enemy. Of course, I hope not."

"That's the same for me. But I don't know what fate will be. At least we don't have Darren Lokia's guidance from each other."

"Oh."

That's how the Orange Bull turns around and says off to all the black robes.

"Look, I just made a promise. We don't want to interfere with these girls! This must be protected for no good reason. Swear this by oath."

"" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ""

He then simultaneously slashes the belly of his fingers and aligns each wound with the other on the Orange Bull. A simple pledge, but at the same time mentally constrained. You can't unconsciously violate this pledge.

And the Orange Bull turns to Gwen again.

"It's the Lord."

"Right."

And Gwendorf and Oranzeble do the same thing. I made a pledge here. If the pledge is rescinded, the other party will know immediately. And the violating side will magically lose its legitimacy, and as heresy it will be erased from the magician's world. To dissolve the pledge, we must once again meet each other and pledge to rescind the pledge.

After the pledge, Oranzeble glimpses the alphilis. The Alphilis was frightened, but what the Orange Bull was thinking remained a peek into the Alphilis. Plus Oranzeble stops looking at Lisa the minute she tries to leave. The eyes opened only for a moment intriguing. But it was also a real moment, something that even Lisa herself could barely care about.

And the black robe humans who leave one after another. Doom gave Lisa a throwing kiss, but Lisa made a move to snap it off her hands. Doom leaves with his shoulders shrugged when he sees it. Lifeless also leaves with his teeth biting regrettably at Alphilis again. When they saw the appearance, each glanced at the Alphilis, then left. But Dragreo was the only one who didn't try to move, and on the contrary walked slowly toward Gwendorf. Gwendorf took control of the accidentally jumping aerial, dressed to face Dragreo.

"Hey, you. You're so strong."

"Thank you for the compliment. I think you're strong enough to be satisfied, don't you?

Gwendorf laughs refreshingly, and Dragreo also returns a full grin.

"Right! Hope you can do it someday!?

"Well, I don't know if I'm happy or unhappy."

"Don't make it hard! Although it would be nature's code for strong guys to hang out with each other and fight!!

"Well... maybe so."

Dragreo's theory is always simple and lucid. Gwendorf accidentally laughs at Dragreo too. If you do see it this way, Dragreo doesn't have the evil to intimidate his surroundings. Rather refreshing even. But only Aerial couldn't stand it. My father's vengeance is in front of me. And Aerial loses control that Dragreo doesn't even try to see himself again.

"Hey, you!

"Am I?"

"You killed your father... Faranx!?

"Faranx? Who is that?"

I listen back to Dragreo, whispering his ears, as he seemed uninterested. Aerial, irritated by that attitude, blew himself out of his head, such as a difference in strength, and accidentally put up a spear.

"It's a red beast that uses the fire you killed in the prairie! You forgot already!!

"I see, that's him. I remember."

Dragreo's eyes are so tender and deeper at that moment. As the leopard changed, Aerial accidentally loosened his hand with the spear.

"He... he was strong. Were you strong in the fifth or so of what I did? He seemed to have a near-life span, so I wanted to try to fight him when he was stronger. I'm sure it would have been a better battle..."

"That's my father!

"Father? What the hell?

Aerial is flabbergasted by what Dragreo heard back.

"Are you kidding me?

"No, I really don't know"

"What!?

"But I hear it means something important to you. So, what do we do?"

"Come on, I'll pick up your neck soon. Remember, my name is..."

"Uh, I don't care. You can't do this."

"Become..."

the word at the end. Dragreo turns his back. I guess I'm not interested in the bottom of my heart aerial. Aerial to shockingly drop that off. His face turned bright red with anger and humiliation, and Alphilis took that hand gently when he gripped the spear to the point where blood bled out, slowly waving his neck to the side towards Aerial. And Aerial gradually looked down and dropped the spear without force.

"Ku... damn! What the hell, what about him?

"... you're probably not really interested. His mood and reactions were so easy to understand that you wouldn't be lying. Mostly, I'm not going to turn my head enough to lie. It's true that I want to fight Gwendorf, that Faranx was strong, and that I'm not interested in Aerie. In his eyes only the strong man he admits he is. So the next time you see me, you won't remember us."

"I'm not even gonna recognize you yet."

"Unfortunately"

And I think that would have been nice at the same time. Lisa tried to explore the inside of Dragreo, but felt an endless stream of energy as if it were the sun or a tornado or a glimpse of a giant waterfall at the end of the world, pulling in signs of unexpected exploration. Lisa's instincts made her stop detecting that if she touched something like that, she was going to take every consciousness of herself.

"(chunks of vitality... is that the best way to describe it? It's a total monster. What can I do to produce something like that)"

While Lisa's troubles are still alive, Brady Maria picks up one slow dragleo.

"What are you doing, Dragreo? Let's go!"

"... gar"

"This guy's asleep on foot... incredible"

Brady Maria is spooked. And the moment she grabbed Dragreo and tried to activate the metastasis, she laughed ticklishly when she saw Gwendorf. I felt something meaningful in that gaze, and Gwendorf stifled.

"(That girl... if)"

But soon Bradymaria disappeared with Dragreo. Only the oral grin was oddly impressive for Gwendorf.

And after everything left, all that remained were sword marks on the ground and a broken building. Utility and Nia peek at the sword's trail.

"Unbelievable. It's cut deep enough that there's plenty of Alfie in it."

"... it's impossible. There was no sign that the magic was activated, was there?

"Yeah, you mean pure sword power."

"Such an idiot"

Two people look at the building. The building was beautifully in two pieces, and after slashing the ground it led to further facing.

The same goes for that, but in a line that didn't really feel right about the crisis leaving, Alphilis turned to Gwendorf with a strange face.

"Gwen, can you explain?

"... right. If things get this far, I'd better give you an explanation. Let's just change places. People will be here any minute."

"Then let's keep going to the North Street. The immediate crisis must have left, and for now it would be fine in the direction of going to the destination, Alfi?

"Yeah, right..."

Alphilis replied, holding many of the unintelligible. And occupying the center of it is why am I so afraid of that sorcerer who calls himself that Orangeable? There must be a lot of other things to think about, but I couldn't help but care less about Alphilis.

Continued