The Branded Female Fencer

Then the sound of the Bruns closing the door signals, and once again in the room, a death fight takes place. Fighting with three players does not necessarily work in a good direction, depending on the collaboration, but Jake, Miltre and Marion are friends who often practice swords. Even though it could not be described as perfect, it cooperated fairly well in impromptu. Miltre is slashed, Marion fills the gap, and Jake pokes at the void. Deacons had followed without difficulty this way of fighting, which even regular temple knights would struggle with.

"Damn it!

"I don't know."

I see a rush on Marion as well as Miltre. Usually knights learn how to fight when dealing with humans, but Gloria's students, candidates for the Temple Knights, learn how to fight demons and warcraft around. Many warcraft and demons have much better physical abilities than humans, but they also have weaknesses.

That doesn't have as much mental structure complexity as a human being. Warcraft can readily read actions such as what to do next from his expression, and there are many signs of attack. It would be a human specific ability to deliberately alter or erase the warning signs of an attack, etc. Apart from the human-type demons, of course. So Gloria's students are good at reading their opponent's attacks, not just demons. That also applies to the Temple Knights as it is.

But the butler in front of me has little warning to move on to the next act. Barely everyone avoids fatal injuries due to cluttered movements, but the results are visible in reflex nerve battles. Among other things, the unexpected is another thing.

"Ahhh!

"What are you doing, Jer, Jake, stay where you are"

Six or seven metal sounds. Jake was pairing his sword with the butler. The butler launches an attack with a blade that jumps from all over his body combined with the motion of a deformed and spontaneous joint, but Jake was now wearing them all. And it's slowly going to slash deeper.

I guess the butler knows that for sure. When we met to some extent, we were starting to distance ourselves.

"(Terrible... will you grow in battle)"

"(They might take one of these by graduation. but)"

As the two of us screamed our delightful hearts, what Marion noticed was Jake's body, which was already near its limit. If it were possible for Jake to continue to fight like this, or exceed the deacon, it was obvious that his limits were close when he saw that Jake's legs were already trembling in small pieces.

Jake himself understands the matter, or leans forward in order to make one or eight assaults. As tension grew, the door slowly and heavily opened.

"Is that Crudas?

"Yes."

Miltre noticed first, but slowly entering the room was Crudas, Gloria's best user at the moment and at the same time the Lazar family's third son. He has in his hands a weapon preferably used on the eastern continent, known as the long "sword".

"Did you have that?"

"Oh, I thought you'd need it."

Crudas pulls out his sword. The blade crossing is about 40 cm longer than the coarse knife, and is boneless and thick. Even if it is not a horse-slashing knife, it is an easy weapon for a human being to dismember. This is a knife that Crudas made to make bespoke.

Crudas, who unleashed the knife, pushes Jake and the others and stands on his arrow. And with that sword, Crudas lays on the upper stage, relative to the butler. Did you recognize Crudas as a crappy user of the butler as well, turning your body primarily towards him and running a new sense of tension?

"Oh, you're full, Kukukuku"

"Different."

As soon as the butler takes the form of a storm with words that no longer make sense, Crudas' structure transitions from the upper stages to a slashing structure that slightly pulls the knife and grips it in front of his chest. The speed at which Crudas stepped in, taking a step as he did, was the speed to the anomaly.

Miltre knows. To the fact that the horror of Crudas is not the ingenuity of sword moves, but the physical ability to that unusual. Usually too quiet to be understood, but his physical abilities loosely outweigh the Warcraft. I used to catch up with wolves running from the woods, such as when I went hunting for a forest wolf in combination with the actual combat exercise, and snapped the wolf's neck as it was. The wolf's neck says, "Why can humans catch up?" Full of surprises, he rolled in front of Miltre. Since then Miltre has been unwilling to beat Crudas one-on-one and was dedicated to enhancing his abilities as a commander.

Whatever it was, the deacon reacted to the speed of Crudus' steps up to that anomaly, which should also be called the abode of the abode, and the sword he put forth was vain, and slashed down with his sword by the boneless knife of Crudus. His upper body, slashed by too much sword pressure, dances in the air, but Crudus doesn't even see it. Instead, I couldn't move. Two macheteless, one-strike special swords. If we didn't, Crudas decided that we couldn't stop him, and the battle didn't make enough difference from the results.

There was already no light in the eyes of the butler dancing in the air, but his eyes accidentally focus slightly.

"Crudas!"

A blade leaping out of the butler's mouth strikes Crudus at the same time as Marion, who felt an anomaly, screams. While Crudas recognizes the blade, his body cannot move after releasing the biggest blow. The blade, along with Marion's cry, approaches him if he doesn't take Crudas' life.

At that time, a further glimmer of sword was brilliant, and the blade directed at Crudas was off track.

"Oh my God!"

"Why are you there?

It was Jake who further slashed the butler's upper body. Now it is time to look down at the deacon who has stopped moving, and Jake is sitting loosely or squeamishly.

But it would have been those around him who were stunned. Jake slapped Krudas even more into his torso. It's not something you can do without predicting all the flow.

"Jake, what's that..."

"Senior Crudas, take this"

The moment Crudas tried to visit something, Jake encouraged Crudas. Calm Crudas puts his doubts to his chest, and for now he sees what Jake has prompted. It was shocking enough to blow Crudas' doubts out of his chest.

"What's this?

"I felt uncomfortable doing it somehow..."

Crudas rarely changes his expression, but Jake is wandering around again. What they stared at, it was the butler's body.

The butler's body seemed human at first sight, but there was something decidedly missing. There was no brain clogged. Instead, there was something in there about a pulsating fist. The two of them had an indescribable face to review that object, which was in two pieces and did not stop beating while sprinkling green liquid.

"What is this?"

"I want to hear it. But for sure, this guy's just in human form, and he doesn't seem human."

"What's wrong, both of you?"

Miltre approached me, but when I saw the butler's body, I was still stunned. And then Marion went on, but while he was surprised, he made one more suggestion.

"Shouldn't we be looking into this body in detail?

"The body?

Miltre listened back and Marion nodded.

"Oh. I've never heard of a guy like this, and Bruns actually seemed to think of him as human. What if these things weren't the same?

"That's... that's a wild thing to do."

"Then report to the Knights of the Temple more than to the Academy per Tomorrow."

Miltre questions the words of Crudas.

"Why? The school will be faster."

"It doesn't necessarily mean there's no one in the school who invited this guy in. The Temple Knights are easier than that."

Everyone is annoyed by Crudas' words, except for Jake.

"I think it's okay."

"What do you mean?

"It's..."

When Jake tried to connect the words, the body of the butler he had just defeated started to smoke and collapse. The smell of the meat burns my face unexpectedly.

"What all of a sudden?

"No way, you're not even gonna leave a trace?

The corpse that collapsed while I saw it broke down like a white foam. I don't even keep prototypes anymore. Those who did not fit in on this occasion will not know what existed.

"I can't find out with this..."

"Damn, you're thorough!

Miltre's remorseful voice echoed into the room, and the white bubble-like objects left behind had nothing to say.

Continued