The Branded Female Fencer

"Yahoo, Lifeless"

"... Doom..."

It was Doom who stood behind the lifeless with a light tone. He usually takes four female evil spirits behind his back and stands with a bright look.

"Trouble, lifeless?

"... it's not what you know... more than that, what can I do for you?

Lifeless speaks to Doom in alarm. Doom responds to his gaze, which was a lifeless slaughter in a set surrender pose.

"Oh, already! Don't look so scared. Thank you. I'm sorry I had to fight you."

"... I'm not in the mood to go along with your light mouth right now... it depends on the requirements..."

You didn't think it was an atmosphere of joking about lifeless attitude, Doom makes a serious face.

"My job, remember?

"... was it 'darkening'?

"Yes, that!

Doom replies lifelessly with a full smile.

"I'm here to do the job."

"... in this town?

"Oh. The life of this town is over. Sooner or later, this place is the limit in many ways. So, before it goes out of business, you need to get some help from us, huh?

Doom laughs when he dulls, and lifeless stares depressingly at the look of it. Lifeless hated Doom so much these days. At first, I insulted him as a trinket, and I never cared about him.

"(... am I a little concerned about Brady Maria's words?... No, that's not all...)"

Bradymaria pointed to Doom and told him that sooner or later they would be out of their control. Bradymaria is such a seemingly deceitful character, but its essence is never foolish. Bradymaria doesn't lie, especially when it comes to evaluating people.

But that alone doesn't explain my frustration. Where does this sprouts come from? Lifeless didn't know that either.

In doing so, at some point, Doom peeks down at the lifeless face.

"What's the matter, lifeless? Thinking?"

"... nothing..."

"Right. Then why don't you go now? Your job is to monitor Alpha Reese, right? I'll take care of this."

"... would be nice..."

To put it that way, Lifeless disappeared with Erlich. When you make sure there are no signs of lifelessness around you, Doom's voice color changes.

"So, are you ready?

"... no problem. They're building their own castles."

Osiria responds on behalf of everyone.

"How soon will it be done?

"... Insomnian castles are the fastest. Later, by the time the moon tours twice."

"I see. Libby Doo, what's yours?

Although Osiria often substitutes words because silent insomnia rarely speaks, Libidu, strangely bright by evil spiritual habits, often speaks aggressively from himself. Doom and she are very similar in that respect.

That Libidu speaks with a demonic smile.

"It's a little bit when it comes to castles. But the movement has already begun, so I guess it depends on the number of people in tune. Long, two years, less than six months."

"I'd like to see your castle in six months."

Doom answers as he looks at Utreticht. Unlike the previous doom in its eyes, there was more shine planned somewhere. If it had been him before, he would have wished he had instant pleasure. But Doom is a little different these days.

"(It's more fun to work out a plan than I thought... if it's so much fun, I should have thought about it a lot sooner. The more you endure, the bigger your reward, the better not to waste Annomarie's Dom. Well, what do we do now? How to deceive the eye of the Orange Bull. No, more than deceiving...)"

Even then, Doom leaks a sneak laugh at you for coming up with something. To him, Osiria makes fun of his arm from behind and leans over to Doom.

"Did you come up with something fun...?

"Oh. Give me your ear, Osiria"

When Doom struck Osiria in the ear, what an always-expressionless Osiria laughed. And Osiria kisses Doom most of all.

"It's great, you..."

"Right? I think this is a really good idea. But when it does, it's hard to prepare. I'm gonna have to figure out how to play with Lisa, and I'm gonna be busy for a while."

"Then you need to eat a lot and cheer up!

A man-eater points to Utreticht. They slowly walked to Utrecht with an evil grin that all gave their consent to the word.

After a while. Travelers who happen to visit Utrecht will write this in their notebooks. "I stopped by an abandoned town today. Was it even attacked by some beast, seeing traces of blood on one side and traces of a rush to escape, but nothing like resisting".

"Peace, Dongyun."

"Really, Master Poetry"

The main mansion of the Qingjo family, built on a hill not surprisingly tall as a mountain, but a little tiring to climb the stairs to the gate in the mansion. While looking at the cherry blossom tree, which is also the name of Dongyun, it is the current head of the Qing Dynasty family, Shino Tsing Dynasty, and the escort's Dongyun cherry blossom that makes tea on the edge. Even when it came to escorts, none of them just broke into the house of the Daytime Grand Qing Dynasty, and Dongyun enjoyed a relaxing autumn sky.

I started serving Poetry when I was 12 and Poetry was 5. Toyun was drawn to Shino as his master to be protected for life, but he was right to say he was "taking care of him" rather than "protecting him". When I was a little girl, I could not even go to Shino by myself. I helped him add help, and it was also Dongyun who helped Shino desperately hide his wet futon, which did not heal until the onion was seven. When he was scolded for "dull smell," he stroked Shino's head, which was crying, to comfort him. To Dongyun, Shino was more like a handy sister than a master to protect.

Because of Shino, Dongyun thinks that he is able to think flexibly, even if he keeps being told that he is originally solid. However, every time Dongyun goes home, he realizes that he has become scolded by his parents, "Have you been sagging lately?" Still,

"(You'd be pissed off if you were careful to serve beside Poetry...)"

I think Dongyun was totally poisoned by poetry because I thought about it for a long time. And usually when this is the case, the ceremony always comes to make tea, but she hasn't made it home to her parents in a long time now. And even so, because the ceremony is perverted (and Toyun calls it), Toyun is impressed with his parents' face when he finds time, which is surprisingly filial. Dongyun sighs one thing when it's very different from the brushless self who doesn't give you one letter.

"Dongyun, are you worried?

"Ha. Because even though the ceremony is a person on that street, I will do it not only at work, but at all costs. I thought a little bit about my existential significance."

"Is it existential..."

Since Shino looked difficult, Dongyun waited in anticipation for him to say something, but what he heard after a while was a nap from Shino's cheap.

Though disappointed in its poetry, Dongyun reassures her as usual.

"Ha... you can't talk hard to Master Poetry."

"Yeah... East Cloud..."

"What are you dreaming about?"

Dongyun makes one cup of tea as if it were frightened.

"Dongyun... eating your cheeks will clog your throat...?

"Buho!

Toyun inadvertently spits out the tea contained in his mouth in Shino's bedtime speech.

"Am I an old man!?

And, while Toyun turns Shizukumi into a poem in his escort, Poetry falls into an even deeper sleep so that it leads to the shoulder of Toyun as it is. While Dongyun sighed, he was left to poetry, and fell asleep together to enjoy the sunny skies of the better season.

That evening, when Dongyun woke up, there was no poetry that he should have slept with.

"Master Poetry?

Dongyun whips at his whimsical body and rises to look for Shino.

"You're hiding alone again... because you always go straight ahead and sleep in hiding. So much to look for."

Toyun leaves the edge to look around for a vast mansion in vain, complaining about bumps, etc.

At the same time. Shino was not at the Mansion. Behind the mansion, he went to the mountains on the property of the Qing Dynasty family. The place is supposedly the place where Shino performs the Misogi, and cannot enter even in the eastern clouds. It is a sanctuary where only those who train as witches are allowed to enter.

Shino walks on the spot by himself. Only the sound of leaves rubbing against each other in the wind is ringing around.

"You're here, Shino."

"I'm the one who invited you, right?

The expression made by Shino simultaneously showed familiarity, a troubled expression embarrassing the other person's light mouth, and a sense of vigilance.

"Kaka, don't give me details, poetry. A concubine and you?

"It's also polite to be close to you, Princess Yiu"

Called Princess Yiu by Shino was such a girl that it would not even be the height of Shino's chest. But the red light is sharp, and it is clear that she is not an ordinary being. There were three horns in the head of the princess Yiu.

A horn that grows on your head. It is a testament to the ghost tribe that dominates the continent of the East, where everyone can know.

Continued