The Branded Female Fencer

"Marion!"

"Oh, I know."

Marion and Miltre pull out their swords. They were seriously equipped just in case of how sloppy Lotte looked. With the ravages of the Warcraft in the school, they, the upper classmates, were seriously on hand for caution.

They are allowed to carry swords in the school, even if they are already upper classmates and have also been in action. Nevertheless, knowing its weight, they will not show its blade in mischief. Marion and Miltre, the most prestigious of them all and acting like representatives of the school year, pulled out their swords. It is a late act that took a heavy look at things.

And Miltre, pulled down by Jake, answers as he wakes his body without alarm.

"Who are you! Name your name!

"Don't worry, Bo, it'll be over soon. It'll be quiet soon."

"What, this guy? Repeat the same words from earlier."

Miltre learned fear in his opponent, who, on the other hand, goes with more sharpness of movement, repeating the same words as if every wow. And at the same time, as with Jake, he was beginning to think, "This is someone you have to slash," he said. The way it feels is different from Jake's, but Miltre benefits from this Gloria and loves school again. His belly boiled down as if peeking into the fire exit, even if he was simply walking through what should be called his hometown (or), an orphan, to something he might not be good at.

And you felt such Miltre's indignation that Jake stood beside him silently. I still can't breathe, but am I still motivated? And at some point Marion stands behind the butler. It was now pinching our fit.

Marion and Miltre often fight strong enemies in this formation, so their breath fits perfectly. I had a good chance of winning when I brought it into this form. Though they put themselves in school, they are already haughty men of the same strength as the Knights of the Temple. By their strength, the two men were convinced that there was no way to engage in simultaneous slaughter before and after, and it was their promise that Marion would spin the sword in his hand and slash it three seconds later into the signal.

And

"Ha!

"Nun!"

Marion and Miltre slashed in at the same time, but the butler moves his body to be half-hearted together, or naturally, and catches Marion and Miltre's movements with separate eyes, left and right, respectively. And he threw the knife in his hand, but Marion flickered brightly, and Miltre thrust slightly more forcefully, as he received the knife in a thick part of the meat.

In addition, Marion's skilled swordsmanship, which varies from upper level to poking, and Miltre's cuts from the lower level, which are difficult to prevent. This was their best method of warfare. Now they've taken one from Gloria's swordsmanship instructor.

But the knife slowed the speed of the advance slightly? Marion's poking was stopped by the butler with his fingers, and the lower part of the miltre was prevented under his knees along with the metal noise.

"What?"

"This guy got his feet under his clothes?

"Marion, get away from me!

Jake progresses screaming at the two people who stopped moving for a moment. And Marion flew away with his sword faster than he understood, and Jake succeeded in preventing a protrusion stretched from the butler's elbow toward Miltre.

"You planted it!

"This guy!"

When the sheltered miltre was slashed by the butler, the butler flipped himself with a serious bouncing force in man and flew into the air. But this is a less expensive classroom on the ceiling. Daron would say it's a little bit as tall as bowing his head. Miltre tries to target the landing, but whatever the deacon may be, he snapped into the ceiling behind his back. It is a spider-like movement.

"... what?

"Miltre!

Marion made sure to hold Miltre this time and jumped at him. At the same time, the neck of the deacon, which had been inverted 180 degrees, was turning towards them and spitting something of liquid out of his mouth. When that liquid touches the ground, it begins to burn well.

"Ugh."

"This guy's not human."

"What the... what the heck!

It was Bruns who made the sad scream. Now his butler was not hiding that he was no longer human. The neck is bent 180 degrees in an unthinkable direction, as are the joints of the hands and feet. And you lost your balance, you were there. When you get down to the ground you burn, the fire moves onto your clothes. Naturally, his clothes burn with fire, but his body, which came out from under them, was blinded together.

From the butler's body grew blades everywhere. The first big one is the elbow blade that I released to Miltre and Marion earlier, but besides that, I'm about to have a blade on my back, knee, and head. Seeing that sight, it was Bruns who was trembling.

"What the hell is this!? Who is this guy? Where'd my butler go?!?

"Don't worry, Bo, it'll be over soon. It'll be quiet soon."

"Hello! What are you, a butler?

"Oh, Shinpa-kun, Bo Bo, Bo Bo, stay. Shh, shh, shh..."

The deacon's words gradually start to go crazy. Lotte loses her mind when she sees the deacon who has begun to transform the fire into a foreign form on her back, and Rascal supports her at once. Where does the Bruns go with his usual strength? I was already completely frightened, and it was the best I could stand.

In this situation of thinking about what even Miltre and Marion should do, the earliest move was again Jake. From behind those who were deacons, they slaughtered silently and firmly in the fire.

Hey, Kim!

But Jake's blow, which should have been completely accidental, was once again prevented by the butler. Reaction as if it was also an eye on the back. And the deacon's head goes back to normal with the sound of a dull cockroach.

But Jake hasn't lost either. He punched the deacon in the head when he was about to return. Did this attack just come as a surprise, the butler just kept blowing away? Using that slight gap, Jake regains his posture.

"Miltre, Marion!

"... Ha"

"What the hell is that?

Jake answers, looking at Marion's, always calm, drawn expression.

"I don't know. But I don't think that should exist in this world. We need to take him down here."

"What exactly do we do?

Miltre is already back to sanity. In front of them was the figure of a deacon who crawled on all fours and still does not jump.

"... he probably can't attack me. I don't know why. So."

"I mean, when you use that?

Jake nodded at Marion's inquiry and Miltre looked sinister. Serious Miltre could not be tolerated, such as letting his guardian junior get ahead of him. Even if at the same time I could understand that was the most likely way to win.

"... Jake, don't die, okay?

"It's this line over here. He's strong."

"Who do you think we are? You're a student of five fingers in Gloria, right? I won't take it apart like this. You can't take it."

Talks as Marion kicks up the sword on the ground with his feet and puts it back on hand.

"I'll leave the rest to Miltre. Me and Jake make a gap."

"Okay. Crudas will be here soon. It would be best if we could be stuck by then, but first we make sure we're stuck. Bruns!"

Miltre calls the name of the Bruns in a strong tone. Speaking up, Bruns looks at Miltre as if he had been released from the invisible shackles.

"I'm not asking you to fight. But at least don't let this guy out! Go outside and seal the door."

"So, bye."

"I am the one who has already fulfilled the knight's oath to the Arnelian Church. Though not a regular knight, I am always ready to risk my life for Arnelia. But it's too early for you. It wouldn't be here for you to risk your life, would it?

Miltre connects words with Bruns on his back, vigilant to remain alert to the butler in front of him. Bruns leans down with his lips bitten off. This may have been my first outrage at myself for the Bruns, who have ever lived in a cross section.

I am human with the Bruns. No matter how transgressive and arrogant his personality was, he felt somewhat more thankful to the butler who looked after him than he did when he was a child, and he trusted and respected him. While I realize it's all my mistake, I don't want to admit it. And when Jake, a rival to him, waves his sword with dignity, impudence to himself, who can do nothing. What's more, his mindset as a knight is sprouting on him here these days. It is an arrow-tipped event that the Bruns began to think about, wondering how much more human they have become than before.

Knowing his mood like that, Miltre and even Marion connected the words.

"Don't be ashamed. Turning your back on your enemies is not a sin to knights"

"Right. If it is a knight who takes the sword and protects his weakness, it is also a knight's duty to take the hand of the weak and help him. Just do what you can now."

"... yes"

When Marion tells me that he is his future sword-giving opponent, I have no choice but to back off with the Bruns. He urges Rascal to hold the stunned lotte and go outside. When he walked out the door he saw how his butler was, but when he saw the butler forming a shape that he already didn't think was human, the Bruns still couldn't help remembering how sad he felt.

And see Jake still on the battlefield. To Jake, who is far ahead of what he thinks, the Bruns could not forbid jealousy. It's a long way between now and when it's barely 10 steps away. What did Bruns say to Jake like that?

"Jake"

"Don't die."

"... oops"

Bruns still hoped Jake would come home alive. If Jake dies now, I don't know how to get past him. Jake's just answered nicely, but he also definitely felt slightly dependable.

Continued