The Branded Female Fencer

"Wow!

The identity of the shadow running with his sword raised as he screamed was that of an earlier boy. He came after Titania with only his sword. Seeing that you don't have a sheath, you're not going back.

By pointing one murderous eye at him, Titania controlled the boy's movements. And pampered against him, Titania applauding.

"It's brilliant to see you coming after us after all that despair"

"Ha... ha..."

The boy lets his breath out, but now he restarts his sword for Titania.

"You've got even better eyes, boy"

"It has to be like the feelings of those who fight. No need to kill each other for such conniving, such as raising your name and being square and one-on-one"

Rare for Titania, somewhat more vocal. I guess that's all a sign that she thinks strongly.

"When you eat, when you excrete, when you sleep. Those who fight must continue to win, under no circumstances or surrounded by any enemies. Once you decide to take the sword, you can't get off the path of struggle. There are too many people in this world who don't understand that."

"Wow!

Before Titania's words end, the boy is slashed by her. But too naive a sword strike to hit Titania. Titania wields the boy's sword in a hairy earlier gap. In it all the more she spins words.

"Those who do not know the matter should not take the sword from the beginning. Boy, how about you?

"Ahhh!

But such words cannot reach the boy, and Titania continues to exchange his sword. And so much less, the boy's breath rose, and the sword attack broke off.

"Ha... ha... why"

"Why?"

"Why not fight!

The boy shouted remorsefully. A woman who chopped up so many of her own friends, her superiors, and the seniors of the same army, does not turn her sword only against herself. The fact that this woman is alive makes the boy more desperately desperate that he will not even be dealt with for touching his vengeance.

And Titania knows his despair, but he doesn't deal with it.

"Do you regret it?

The boy does not answer. But the look tells the whole story eloquently.

"You must regret it. But it's not enough."

"What the hell!

"One way or another I'm not going to kill you. Besides, I'm not your opponent."

To Titania's words, the boy gives a strange look.

"Before the next enemy slashes you, you should be sure of the life or death of the opponent you slaughtered properly"

"... no way!?

As the boy turned around, he froze into the sight in front of him. The blonde man I should have slashed earlier. He held his own neck and stood facing this way. There is a lot of red blood flowing from its neck, but the amount may be small if the neck is dropped. And when his neck stared at the boy in his arms, the boy slipped away.

In front of the boy, Silence sticks his neck together.

"Hmm... I was proud of this long hair."

"Hey, who is it? You!"

The boy turns his sword to silence as he slips back and asks desperately. Silence repeats his vocalization exercises while wearing his removed neck, confirming that his voice will speak. Again, I don't suppose there's a boy or anything in Silence's eyes.

More than that, he stares remnantly at the hair dropped from neck to neck by boy.

"Oh man... what shall we do? I don't like short hair."

"Were you alarmed?

"Well yeah. And Titania is bad for people, too. If you're aware of him, could you give me a word?"

"I thought I told you. You have no brother-in-law"

Titania thrusts her silence cold. Did Silence also give up on Titania, and he walks straight over to the boy?

"Fuck, don't come!

The boy shrugged in fright, but when his back eventually hit something, he realized he had Titania on his back. A boy who looks up at her face from below and turns pale. Titania was still horrified to see so beautifully in his frightened mind and head. Silence is coming up in the meantime.

"Ugh, ah..."

When the boy closed his eyes and said no more.

"Well, we've done our errands, shall we go home?"

"Oh, no use staying long"

To put it that way, Silence and Titania moved a little on the spot and started metastatic magic to keep the boy out of wraps. When the boy who was meditating hard on his eyes opened his eyes, there was no one around him anymore.

It was then that the boy realized for the first time that he was not as concerned about his existence as the stones on the side of the road.

"Are you all right!?

The boy was protected half a day after that. Some knights were protected from nearby fortifications where they were suspicious of not having regular contact. They asked the boy what had happened, but the boy was in a state of physical and mental loss and could not even talk properly.

So they protected the boy and briefly reported to their superiors only the current state of the fort. Then the surrounding area became a fuss like a hive. A 500-person fort was exterminated by daylight. Moreover, geographically the fort was about as much inside the country, and a siege net was laid as to whether it had allowed enemy incursions at such points, but there was no way the enemy could be caught. No one would have believed that I did that alone again.

The boy was in a calming environment for now, which meant he was housed in a private room in a city fort from which he was from, under the direction of a doctor. It is also supposed to be a room to put wounded and sick soldiers to sleep. He didn't remember how he got there, but drinking the warm soup of his sister working at the city's baked confectionery shop, and seeing the faces of soldiers of his generation, the soldier apprentices to be exact, seemed to restore some calm.

And he talks about the lady swordsman who attacked the fort he was in. I found out as much about the surroundings that I didn't think were believable at first, and that the boy couldn't possibly lie in this situation, and besides, the way he was frightened wasn't an act, no matter what he thought.

When they heard the story, some left his room to report it to their superiors, some of them followed the scene to consider it for themselves, and in the room was his sister and one soldier of his generation. Later only one soldier much older than him remained.

"Brother, are you okay?

"Oh, oh."

His sister pours him warm soup again. When he drinks soup, his face, which was bright blue earlier, gets a little better.

The boy also felt comfortable with the warmth of the soup in his hand. But crushing its breasts is still despair. I couldn't do anything about myself. Myself, who wasn't even dealt with. He cursed his own powerlessness.

"Damn... damn!

I see the boy tremble as a mess, and the boy speaks up.

"You can't help it. I can't deal with a monster like that."

"But!"

"I can't even do it. It is equal to not being there, such as someone who can resist them. Especially not a helpless boy like you."

The boy was uncomfortable with the words. I did tell her about the swordsman, but I haven't told her about the blonde yet. And yet, who is "they"?

By and large, who are the soldiers in this room? Until recently, the boy who served in this fort had seen their faces, but I don't recall being that close. And the boy saw an elderly soldier clutching to the door and doing a stick.

"Do what..."

"Brother."

And, before the boy who asked the question, the boy's sister stands smiling. My sister, with her hands behind her back and dressed like a yellow piece, thinks she's cute despite her brother's eyes. As a sister thought boy, I always wanted to raise my own sister well and have her daughter-in-law in a good place. I used to be a sister who immediately fooled me, but from the time the boy became a soldier, my sister desperately supported him and worked fine without complaining. This year it will be 13, a proud sister to the boy.

The sister laughs in front of the boy. But why does the boy feel uncomfortable with that laugh?

"You..."

"Brother, do you regret it?

"Naturally!

To my sister's word, the boy was furious.

"Such humiliation! If I'm gonna kill them too, they still missed it when they found out I couldn't do anything! Look, you're stronger now and you're gonna take them down..."

"You can't go, can you?

My sister looks up at the boy with strange eyes. To the sister, he learned a little frustration.

"You, know what you're talking about..."

"Yeah. 'Cause your brother's gonna die here"

"What..."

Zun

A knife was stabbed deep in his chest as the boy approached him from his bed. It was the boy's sister holding the knife.

"Nah... um, so..."

"'Cause your brother's role is over, right? Because he told me enough about the fort. I've already used it."

"So I can't help being alive"

Zug

Plus a knife stabs me in the back. It was about the same generation of boy soldiers who were next to him who stabbed him. The boy looks at him with a stranger look as he bleeds from his mouth. On that face, he said, "How could you do this?" He had an inquisitive look on his face.

"That sounds strange. Why would you think you had to die?

"You pissed off Master Silence."

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Now the sword of an elderly soldier pierced his throat deep from the front. To that shock, the boy who falls on his back on the bed. To the boy's red life flowing out of his chest through his throat, while he recognized that he could no longer help, it felt like a distant event somewhere. Instead of dying, the boy thought about why he had to be killed by his sister. But in a time of only seconds, I don't want to think about it. And his voice doesn't even answer questions anymore.

In the end, the last thing he saw was three people looking down at him.

"That one, he's obsessive. Brother."

"A human being hurts that other person, and it's not even supposed to die."

"At least die in despair"

Each of the three pulls a sword or knife out of him and looks at each other when the boy puzzles the words and makes sure they eventually run out.

"And after this?

"Let me die with your brother. Then you can say that a confused boy committed suicide on his way to his sister."

"Then I'll have to burn it in my head so the scars don't come off."

"Oh, so much so that this painting collapses, if possible"

"Let's get some oil."

And the three of us who start preparing for it. When the oil is carefully placed in the room and ready.

"Then I will pierce my chest with this knife"

"It's easier to imagine the story."

"We will continue to live in this fort."

The three spin their words like a circle. Even though it is a word emanating from a separate individual, the one who is emitting is a conversation that fills in as if it were one person without gaps.

"Okay. I'll hold my mouth for that one."

"I'll block my ears for that one."

"I'll close my eyes for that one"

"The silence can be visited."

Finally, the boy's sister pierced his chest deeply without hesitation. And fall to fold over the boy.

The two men left behind carefully replaced the boy and sister's position. As they pulled through the knife, they set fire to the room and followed the scene. The fire spread with great momentum and was on a scale that was no longer too late for others to realize the matter. The fire, which flared everywhere, spread over half a day, and the fact that the majority of the soldiers in the fort paid out in a siege net was also disastrous, causing a major fire to crumble a quarter of the fort. From the burn, a body was found that looked like a boy and his sister, but the original form was barely known because of the collapsed building.

In the end, it's who's gone who knows what's going on. Only rumors of a brunette swordsman and strange silence remained in the fort.

Continued