The Branded Female Fencer

"Ki, Sama. Not once, not twice."

To my surprise, the worm spoke in a woman's voice. Beasts who can't keep up with the reality that's happening and confuse their heads. Ray Fan felt distracted again, too, but she was desperate to step on that foot. In it, only Dryan and the Beast generals were calmly trying to figure things out.

The opposing line was calm itself.

"Forgive me, I won't forgive you!

"This is the one you won't forgive. There's a fucking bug. How dare you do my dachi? Fuck you!

The sword of the line flashes and turns the worm into two. The bug did say this with a laugh during his desperation.

"Ku, ku... that's pathetic. I will not die, never to this extent. And you know it. From now on, be careful. Your friends, your family, your lovers... any of them can make me. Spend your days frightened with skepticism at best. I'm telling you, if you beg forgiveness now, you won't accept it. Let me show you how frightened you are, how frightened you cry and how rotten you are. Ahahahahaha!"

"Let it go."

The laughing bug was torn apart by the sword of the line at a speed that was not even in his eyes. Now it was time for the worm to say nothing, and the ooral where the worm was stuck fell on the spot to collapse. Rhine gently closes Woolal's open eyes when he returns the dance slave to the human form. Rhine knew she was a victim again. Whatever the magic, those who have been physically taken over will roughly not go back to normal.

And the beasts who returned to me rushed around the line. The line showed no will to rebel with both hands raised.

"I've already done what I do. I'm not doing anything."

"... what do you do?

Roch asked Dryan to look somewhat wolfish, but calm in the line of duty. Dryan kept his eyes closed for a while, but eventually he called someone.

"Grandpa Gora, are you there?

"Of course you are."

It was the little raccoon beast man who appeared sneaky from among the inflexible beasts. He looked a lot older, but his footsteps were accurate and he slowly headed toward Woolal. When he gently put his hands on the wool, he seemed to be examining her body somewhat.

"Hmm."

"What do you say?

"Not exactly as the knight saw it, this princess was certainly manipulated. My body is alive, but my brain is already in the sky."

"Tell me so my head can tell."

It was Vargo who asked. The words were full of anger and sorrow. Slowly Gora nods when she looks at him.

"The man named Woolal is already dead. Most according to the definition of the word death, if the person's personality, will, etc. is to be taken as death, then this princess is definitely dead long ago. Besides, it's important."

Gora puts it between once.

"This worm is not the worm of this continent."

"What do you mean?

Dryan asks Gora. Gora answered slowly as she rubbed her long jawbeard.

"There are not many ferocious creatures from this continent. Well, there are some rather dangerous organisms in the Great Forest to the south, but not so much. As the knight predicted, this bug is a parasitic species. Except"

"Except?"

"It's not a substitute for taking over people's consciousness"

Though Rhine asked back unexpectedly in the way he said it around, Gora still answered slowly. Hearing the words, the line became increasingly confused.

"I don't know, in short, what do you mean?

"This bug is like a demon. I'll give you the mother's orders. It's not like the end. That's what manipulated this princess. And apparently you can read the memories of the person who took over. I guess it just wasn't a good idea to separate the body from the memory of the split person because it's still shallow to take over."

"So you're saying it's a form of witchcraft? Is the main body human?

Gora often worried about Rhine's questions, but shook her head.

"No... assuming you're human, you're an unparalleled sorcerer in history. I guess it's more natural to think of it as a warcraft or demon with that ability than a human being. I've heard of such monsters on the southern continent."

"Southern continent? That untouched land."

"Master Left, there are too many demons and warcraft to inhabit. Well, some of them live there, but they do."

"Heh."

While Rhine was impressed, he had more to ask this beast man called Gola, but it was blocked by Dryan.

"Can't we just get it around there? Things are the matter. I've never seen the meeting before today, so why don't we reschedule tomorrow? Is that okay with Princess Rayfan?

"Yeah, yeah. I was just wondering if you'd like to continue like this today. You'll need Princess Woolal's condolences."

"Careful, it hurts. Then let's assume that we will perform this princess's funeral, albeit briefly. Vargo, can you do it?

"Ah, oh. It's okay."

Vargo managed to respond and show it, but it was clear whoever saw that he had upset. A big, muscular body looks small around the corner. Still, he said he would serve as a mourner himself and began to move to prepare.

Ray fans then leave the meeting place with the line and leave the place to go to the prepared tent. Other beast generals and men also left the scene and ran to prepare for each. The ones left were Dryan and Gora. Dryan was still stirring up the rest of the booze.

"Drink, Gora"

"I'm not old. Unlike a boy like you."

"Well, if it took a legendary beast man to live 5,000 years, I'd be a boy, too. Still, Gora, will she live another 5,000 years?

"Naturally. I've changed your dick before. I'll take good care of you till the end of your life."

Ho ho, and Gora laughs calmly. Seeing that laughing face, Dryan also spills a smile gently fu.

"Well, if my Bonkla son gets a proper wife, we'll talk about it."

"So do we put them in martial arts training, just like your lord?

"That's good, too. I just care that the world is more volatile than I expected."

Were you tired of Dryan drinking in a glass or started drinking directly from the bottle?

"It's the end of getting out to those bugs. Gora, maybe your Lord's foresight is true."

"The peace of the last few decades is false, is that correct?

"Man and the Beast must contend. They are creatures that cannot live. We kill others to live. as food, or as necessary for a living. We can't deny the killing. But overkill is not good, and any creature needs peace. That is why, in the past, Gruzaldo has been the first to ride Arnelian proposals to end the war, and he has stopped invading other countries, laying down national policies weighing in on home affairs and the conquest of warcraft. But if anyone enjoys killing indiscriminately, my efforts may be water on the burning stone."

"I don't think it's futile, but it may no longer make much sense for the Lord to remain within Groussard"

Seeing Gora snort, Dryan stirs up the booze even more. When Dryan confirmed that there was nothing in it, he threw the liquor bottle unconstructively.

"Then what? Am I going to be the ruler of the continent?

"It's also a draft, but wouldn't it be different to ask Washi to agree?

"Well, the legendary Five Sages are neutral. What would Gora do if I wanted to?

"I live in Gruzaldo, but I won't give you a hand."

"Even if you just live inside the gruzaldo, it would really be a problem though? I'm not gonna let a dragon burn my country, am I?

"I don't know how to convince Gwendorf around here. That dragon is quick to fight, but he has enough weight to listen to people."

Slap Gora out on the stomach and insist that you leave it to yourself. Dreyan laughs when he sees it.

"Knock it off... it's still weird jizzy"

"I'll say it often. Even the kings of history treat the eagles as if they were yours. Respect a little."

"To me, you are more like a family than a Five Wise Men. It was me who learned to punch you in the right fist while I slapped you in the stomach. Well, think slowly about what you're going to do. Thank you. Romans Land smells better. I don't mind dominating the continent if I have to, but either way I might end up with Romansland. That means we're not better at fighting Krums here. There will be more enemies to Romans Land."

"Ho, unlike old times, I can now think constructively. If it had been the old days, I would have felt like smashing every obstacle in front of me."

"Old story."

That's what I said, Dryan reminds me of a mercenary who used to board his main unit with a single sword. A man who slashed into more than 10,000 armies with about 500 men, slaughtered and lay low his proud beast general, and finally even wounded himself with his hand. That was the first time Dreyan learned to fear when he fought.

Until then, if it was a fight, blood would just make a scene, and I had no other emotions. But even though my father said to the king, "He who fights must know the 'fear'," it did not come to pass. Because I thought I was not on this continent, such as those who are stronger than me. But more than meeting that swordsman, something did change in Dreyan. In a nutshell, I may have learned 'modesty' and 'prudence'.

"(I was in state politics listening to my retired father and Gora, but you had no real sense that you were moving something yourself. Thinking about it, did you start thinking about things with your own head? What is that swordsman doing by now? Surely he was the head of a mercenary regiment called" Blackhawk "? If the continent is overshadowed by war, we might be fighting again...)"

Blood can't be stopped more than being a beast man. But I don't want a senseless war, Dreyan thinks. I met a woman who would be my wife in the midst of the war, and I lost that love of yours again in the midst of the war. I like fighting, but Dryan always thinks war and fighting are separate again.

"(We have to... identify the enemy. real enemies.)"

Thinking so, he looked as serious as he was in battle.

Continued