The Branded Female Fencer

"Let's start over."

the baby said. On its back grows wings like butterflies.

"I no longer have memories. I don't even know my name. But I remember being abused by people."

When the baby winged one, its body floated in the universe.

"I should have wished people happiness. Why was I abused?

A baby opens her eyes like a quiet lake surface rolling a magma inside and talks. Pickert remained silent on the baby's question, but dared Rhine to answer.

"Well. The happiness you think is not always happiness for other people."

"Is it a bad thing to want happiness?

"Don't ask me the hard part. All I know is, if we don't take you down here, we're gonna get more dead."

The line holds the sword. Pickert was also set up to follow, and the cat, the Tetrastine demon, stood idly by.

The baby looked slowly at the line, not Pickert, but eventually his eyes gradually turned red.

"I will not die."

The wings are huge and it gets lame.

"I don't want to die. You have to survive and give happiness to many."

"Is this... dangerous as an enemy?

Pickert doubted the baby's intentions for a moment, but the line was different.

"Hey. Can I hear your thoughts on the one called 'Happiness'?

"Take what for granted. Isn't it all about piercing the heart and snapping your neck?"

"Become..."

Pickert surprised me. But the line seemed to be thinking about that possibility somewhere. Now he wasn't even surprised.

"Why are you so happy about that?

"I died once. There was nothing there, just a quiet world spreading. No hatred, no regrets, no discrimination. All humans are equal there. I want to show everyone that quiet and peaceful world. The more I live and suffer, the happier other humans can be. So I don't want to die."

"... I see this guy is crazy"

Rhine waved one sword. A cat speaks to the line next to it.

"Hey, mercenary."

"What?

The line is not surprised by the fact that the cat talks. Cats advise the line.

"One piece of advice from me. The power of the arr will be close to that of the demon king during the war. They are so strong that they are not comparable to the dicky demon kings and so on that exist in recent years. The longer you become the Great Demon King, the worse you still are, the closer you are to it."

"So?"

"I'm not saying anything bad, back off. Esmeralda can stop you."

"So, do you abandon this child?

The line pounds Pickert's head. Pickert was a little upset by that attitude.

"Kids, I'm almost 30..."

"Is that justice?

"You're not."

Pickert's words were ignored, and Rhine kept talking. Pickert wanted to complain, but he didn't say anything, either, because he was serious because there were stories and scenes.

"He promised I'd kill him."

"Well, I won't stop killing myself."

"I don't fight hatred and no chance of winning. With Kuchi. Dancer!"

"Anytime, master."

The line unleashes a dance slave. It's actually not that uncommon for the line to wave a dance slave. Rhine was first aware of the dangers of a dance slave in his battle with a man eater, so he worked out waving a dance slave more than once.

Know the weapons you deal with yourself. This is the basis of those who fight. But while Rhine grasped Dance Slave's performance as the Devil's Sword, he didn't ask about Dance Slave's past. I was interested. But I was hesitant to ask. Given the performance of dance slaves, I can imagine as much as I've been treated in the past. Sometimes when she touched the fold, she spoke of one end of it, but the grief of the dance slave came through the bundle of swords sufficiently.

That's why Rhine shunned using dance slaves. I didn't want Dance Slave to go through the fight any more. But once the dance slave has signed the contract, he can never leave until the user dies. And Rhine's contract has been completed at the stage where he touched the dance slave. I mean, as long as we're with the line, Dance Slaves get into battle, even if they don't like it.

Still, Rhine can't stop fighting easily, let alone die. And if necessary, he waved a dance slave. With nausea in my mind that if I were compelled to do such things, I would be able to do it.

Seeing the line that pulled out the sword, Tetrastine was struck by a strange feeling. Rationally, I'm not the one who can fathom with a single sword. In the past there have been stories of swordsmen who defeated the Demon King, but they either used witchcraft, challenged it in groups, or had special abilities such as Demon Eyes. Never heard of a pure swordsman defeating a demon king.

"Whatever you do with one sword... no way?

By the time Tetrastine toured the thought, the line was already in motion. Fast enough to even lose sight of Pickert. The line, which once stormed the demon king, who was a mustard, as a result of the wind, had easily slashed his arm off. Babies are also fast enough to notice that fact after being slashed off their arms.

"Let's go. That's what we're after."

"I still haven't treated you."

"Funny, you horse."

"If you can't handle one of those horse women, you'll know how valuable it is."

"Who's the woman, who's the"

The two jokingly rebuild their swords. Looking at them, Tetrastine shrugged.

"Is that... is that the Devil's Sword Dance Slave"

Tetrastine's complexion changed. Seeing the earlier movements of the line, Tetrastine found out who the sword was.

Demon Sword Dance Slave - Demon Sword that enhances the user's physical abilities to the extreme. Those who use it gain physical abilities that are roughly remote from the creatures on earth. For example, if used by humans, it is assumed that if you run, you will leave the horse on the other side, your arm force will throw gently at the giants, and if you wave the sword, you will cleave the dragon scales like a cloth. And the five senses were sharpened, and the eyes caught the motion of one distant town, and the ears heard the conversation of ten. Dance Slave owners are allowed to raise their abilities as organisms above their limits.

But the recoil is also huge. Excessive physical ability breaks the user's body by recoil. No matter how it moves, it is the user's body that receives the shock. Also, the over-polished five senses eventually reach their limits. Over-sensitive eyes lose light, overheard ears start picking up all the sounds. Yes, even the sound of water falling into a barrel of 10 distant houses. The tongue becomes tasteless as all food bites the sand, and the dead sense of smell doesn't even tell us how the seasons change. And at the end of the day, I don't even know what it feels like to hold my lover's hand.

Abandoned if you continue to use Dance Slave - this is what Dance Slave called the Devil's Sword. Yuen. And her users died, without exception, blurry.

And seeing the line with its demon sword, Mustard, who has become a new demon king in this situation, feels in danger.

"Ohhhhhh!

"Damn, what a scream."

The trees around me sway at that roaring cry. And the baby stopped flying in space and landed on the ground to crawl on all fours. Then his feathers spread wide, and his mouth seemed innumerable in his feathers. Moreover the part of his mouth fell bluntly on the ground, and became a piece of meat with his mouth on the sphere.

"Gigi, gigigi"

Lose as much, groan, feet grow from meat chunks that rattle your teeth. The leg develops in the blink of an eye, making it an unusually long, thigh-developed leg that allows long distance flashes like insects. The strange creature defined the line as the enemy.

"Rhine, they're coming!

"I know, I know."

Strange creatures built up a hoard as Dance Slave worried, and began to storm toward the line at the same time. It was thought that the body of the line would be sliced into countless mouths that approached faster than the arrows, but the mouth went through the body of the line.

"Gi?"

"I'm late."

The countless mouths were different from the line, and everything was broken. What I thought bit my mouth was the remnants of the line. The owner of Dance Slave is said to be slaughtered by his enemies, even on a battlefield where the rain of arrows falls, walking slowly through it. This degree of number is neither a predicament nor anything for the line today.

The alertness of the baby who sees the sight rises even further. Now I try to stretch countless protrusions from my feathers. An almost unannounced attack. That's why many of the knights were skewered earlier. But the line even caught the moment the protrusion stretched out of its wings firmly with its eyes. The line tries to slip brilliantly through the interstices of countless protrusions and thrust into the baby.

"Gaaaaaa!"

But that was the baby's guide. Sliding through the protrusion looms a giant fireball thrown out of the baby's mouth on a line that, on the contrary, has lost space to swallow.

"So it's no use."

Hot and burning, the line was still calm before the fire ball wrapped around the garden in a sea of flames with one blow. Rhine did not hesitate to break the fireball in a dance slave. Just don't take that for granted.

Fireballs broken by the line clashed into the garden behind them, and the garden was engulfed in fire. The line holding the sword behind the burning flames only looked exactly like a god.

"What. What the hell, you!

"He's just an unnamed mercenary. Just like that."

The moment the baby tried to take the next action in fear, the line that came in front of him was poking the baby's chest deep.

The baby makes sure he's pierced, then looks into the line's eyes.

"As much as you stabbed me once..."

"I know, there are three steeples, right? I heard three heartbeats. So I stabbed them all."

"What?"

When the baby checked his body again, his body did have three pierced afterwards. There's nothing going on. The line broke too fast for the baby to even recognize that he had been pierced.

"Stupid... this is what happened"

"Fools and nothing, this is reality. It's ridiculous that it's roughly real."

"Why not. Is this the end of my life? What was my life like when I was reborn, and I was about to start over... and I died here?

I look at the line with my baby's eyes like a scratch. But Rhine looked into his eyes without pity, nor contempt.

"You know what? Life is so unequal. If I can start over, I want to start over. But no one can do that. I can't believe I never did what happened."

Dance Slave was feeling his grief gushing through the chest of the line.

"The guy who uses people to suck good juice for life. A guy who's just gonna be used by people for the rest of his life, no matter how much he's done. There's a lot of guys out there. But after all, what do you think of your life? Sure, your life isn't even rock. I heard. I think so too, so maybe I thought it was more irrational for you. But was all your life just irrational?

"... what?

"I saw the contents of the last box I received from you. That was the seal of the king of this country. I've changed my plans, but I'll tell Ray fans that was a gift from you. Your brother was a lunatic, but still only your sister cared about him at all times. You want to do something that you didn't even have?

Hearing the words, the colour of sanity returns to the baby's eyes for a moment. At that moment, Rhine stabbed the baby in pieces.

I thought of Mustard's life without salvation, and Rhine's feelings were sinking. Still, Rhine wanted to believe that the tranquil death face of the rolled neck was how much he might have been saved.

Continued