The Branded Female Fencer

"Hmm..."

"How about my curse? I'm having my witch apprentice adjust."

"Oh, you're not doing well inside. She'll be a good witch."

It was certainly seen after adding to the curse, by the way, or adding more seals to prevent the curse from rumbling. But it's all first aid. It would be good to this extent if there was nothing, but once there was a major breakdown, it would be impossible to repair it.

"(Aldrius, how dare you impose such a sealed spell. I'm sorry, but he's way above me when it comes to making a seal. Sure he's a genius... huh?

Truffon suddenly glanced at the Alphilis curse with his finger. Whether that happened to be the sensitive part, the suddenly touched alphilis gives a feverish voice.

"Hiwow! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"He's biting you."

"Ugh!

"Shut the fuck up for a second"

Alphilis tried to protest, but he accidentally stopped raising his voice when he saw Truffon looking at the curse with a face he'd never seen more serious. Truffon's face is going to be something dangerous.

"(What, this? One for yourself, the other for Aldrius, and the other for you? Besides, I recognize this technique. Where, where did you see it?

"Hey, what? Is something wrong?

"Wait a minute."

Truffon put on his arms and started thinking. Surely the Alphilis curse is not normal. Moving when the curse comes off, or a seal that is too strong, is a curse by the letter. It is not uncommon for itself to erode the body and spirit of the user. But where Truffon saw it, the curse is more than Alphilis claims. Besides, I obviously felt some will in the third curse itself. If you like, it's like the curse itself is malicious. If so, it is a complete curse.

Then new questions arise. If Aldrius was aware of this, no, as far as the procedure goes, I'm sure he's aware, but why didn't he try to remove the curse? Next to him was Gwendorf. Sure, Gwendorf himself isn't that familiar with witchcraft, but consulting him would lend wisdom to the superior species across the continent. There can't be some kind of curse you can't take off with their knowledge. You won't notice that, Aldrius.

And who, and for what purpose, applied this kind of thing to Alphilis? Whether I should tell her that. Truffon was troubled.

"(If I told you, it wouldn't be anything... but wouldn't it be good for this daughter not to tell you? What's the matter?)"

"Hey, what's going on? You look pale."

"Mm-hmm. Right."

To Alphilis' worrying voice, Truffon calmly summed up the facts.

"(Can't you do anything about it now at least? I'm not that good at witchcraft, and messing around from above at least two curses is extremely dangerous. At least if I can borrow the wisdom of the old generation of True Dragons. Or... but I've abandoned my role as True Dragon. I can't even ask for it. Besides, so far, the curse seems to be stable. Something doesn't happen any time soon. Then. I was just with this girl...)"

Truffon traces his memory. I remember the name of a young dragon I used to miss myself.

"Alphilis, do you have a daughter named Lakia with you?

"Yeah, I'm here."

"You're a real dragon, right?

"... yes. Do you know him?"

"Old times. I see. Is that all right?"

Truffon seemed convinced of something. Alphilis, who has no idea what the circumstances are, only puts his neck up. Leaving that alphilis alone, Truffon seemed to have begun to prepare for some ritual. Get the room stuff in the corner, and he starts painting patterns on the ground somehow.

"What do you start?

"Reinforce the near-collapsed curse. Let's keep that awkward curse on your right arm, too. I guess you did it yourself anyway, huh?

"I'm sorry you're awkward!

"I'm rather complimenting you. Even a raw magician or witch is not a substitute for a 20-year-old daughter there. Well, aside from that, I wouldn't waste any pain or anguish just by putting my hands on it. And if you take the curse off, it should be easier to undo it. The curse is about to come off. Doesn't it feel like you've gotten more magical lately?

"Ugh. That's a hit."

Alphilis was a star, so he believed in Truffon to some extent. Plus, the ritual looks similar to when Aldrius used to prepare it. Prepare curses that are marginal to the eight attributes and place them in pieces on the rotating table. The arrangement of the curse depends on the time of year, but the precision of the ritual increases more by placing each spirit in the direction it becomes stronger. In rituals that borrow strong power from the Spirit, these directions become very important, but even magicians have difficulty grasping these precisely. So most magicians place curses at equal intervals so that some errors don't matter, but they are supposedly as good magicians as magicians who place these irregularly. Truffon is the most true dragon, so naturally so.

And less than a half an hour, the ritual ended inconclusively. That's true dragons, Alphilis was just amazed at the speed with which witchcraft was aggregated and executed in rituals.

"Wow. I've never seen a true dragon perform magic before."

"I'm not a big deal, because I'm a real dragon. Gwendorf or Maia would do better."

"Haguru Shinryu?

"Oh, ask Lakia. I'm a deviant."

The ceremony was over, and the truffle relaxing in one hand was a slightly revisited alphilis.

"You're not standing there, and if you're done with it, go home. I'm busy."

"I said I'm busy... but thanks!

"Oh, if the curse goes crazy again, you should come to me. I'll serve you as long as you live. And then you call Lakia."

"Yeah, okay. I repeat, thank you."

"Hmm, enough is enough."

Alphilis left her in the room laughing slightly bitterly at Truffon, who boasted with a breath of alcohol odor, and she left. At the time of its departure, I felt signs all the way behind the Alphilis. That's not a person, let alone a fairy. If you gaze a little and see, it is a sword. I had the impression that the sword was strangely uncomfortable and familiar, truffle, but Alphilis left the room before I could stop asking about it.

And then Lakia comes in for a replacement. When Lakia came in, Truffon was looking in the direction of the day after tomorrow, but he felt the atmosphere tense at all times.

"What is it, Master Truffon? No. Would you prefer Lady Notice when you two are together?

"Don't" Dear "me, I'm tough. Besides, I threw away the name." The name of the person who could not act properly as a true dragon means "the master of knowledge."

"No, of the dragons that exist, only you and Master Stervese are older than Chief Gwendorf. Who do you want me to respect without respecting you? And you taught me a lot. For me, so is the master of my life."

"I'm mad at Maia because I'm talking nonsense. But I thought it was a horse, but I think I learned a little bit about the world. You might say it's a bit harsh."

"Shouldn't you?

"No."

He was a little annoyed by Truffon, who is somewhat sarcastic, but Rakia's knowledge reminded him that he was at this rate all the time, and that he could hang on for a long time.

"That girl..."

Truffon talks slightly blurry, looking out the window and whining.

"Did I say Alphilis? What is she to you?

"Object of observation, is it? My sister Maia told me to stay by her side."

"For what reason?

"As much as you're ashamed of that..."

Rakia describes her previous deceptions. I left myself beside him because of the past, but I also told him that Alphilis was being targeted directly. The fact that the enemy is Orangeable.

"Oran... I see, there's a point. Right, that's him. Seriously, I thought I'd do something that wasn't even Locke one day, but I didn't think I'd do that."

"What will happen to him? I don't think it's going to destroy the world..."

"Or maybe worse"

Truffon became more and more the top of the Buddha. I can't even flatter him for his love originally, so Lakia, who just got hard to talk to, mumbles beside him. And Truffon shut up, beside her, and started to bump and talk to herself.

"Well, then that curse... but why... no, yeah. Is it possible? If I'm alone... you want to talk to him? No, but I don't..."

"? Master Truffon, what?

Rakia stares strangely at Truffon, who grunts something even in his mouth. But Truffon got his mind together, and when he slapped him on the knee, he rose up in momentum.

"All right, that's it for Begrad, too. Let's just say I move, too! Lakia, you keep watching that alphilis. Something about the curse, but maybe from now on, many of the continents won't be able to ignore that girl. If you need anything, report it to me."

"Ha. I would if you told me to, but I don't look very like such a person..."

Rakia remembered her usual Alphilis appearance and said dissatisfactorily. But they were ignored by Truffon.

"Oh, and"

"What is it?

"A pitch-black sword that Alphilis would probably possess. Is that a demon sword?

"Apparently. It's a sword that Halpuia was guarding, and it's only a remegate or something."

"Remegate... you sound kind of familiar. Well, what was it?"

Truffon felt something caught on, but I couldn't remember anything. This question was put on hold because there was so much more to be done. But I guess Truffon should have thought more about this. Anyway, what he couldn't remember was a problem in itself.

And Truffon started cleaning up his room after returning Rakia. It is ready to pay off this land in earnest. He was accustomed to this kind of preparation and so on because he travelled the continent on a rolling basis as a human being. He is originally single. Some are particularly close, and no one is informed. Instead, it would be more convenient not to inform you when you return to this land because of something.

"Were you close to Aldrius or something?"

Snaps to himself as Truffon cleans up. There are also a few things left of Aldrius in his room. The same goes for the books he has recommended, as well as the rare finishing touches of the eastern continent and the liquor.

"I was gonna have another drink with him."

Drink the liquor left by Truffon at once. I thought it was the best liquor he had ever consumed, but what didn't taste very good was that the liquor wasn't well preserved, or that the liquor he drinks alone wasn't. I don't want to admit to being mean truffles, but he's had a particularly high volume of booze since he started swinging alcohol with Aldrius. And since I started drinking alone again, there have been even more.

And from beside that liquor bottle came out a book.

"This... this is the most recent book you've received."

What Truffon took in his hands was the last book Aldrius sent. The contents were blank, and as an attachment it only stated, "Don't throw it away". I guess the letter has no power because it was written on the floor with the time of death approaching. Truffon thought he didn't know what it meant, but he kept it exactly as he said.

"Absolutely, why would he have a blank book... this!?

When Truffon opened the book, letters were beginning to appear there. Truffon takes a serious look at the book as to what the trick is.

"Well, crafted to react to the magic of Alphilis... it's a whole, clever thing. What the hell did you spell?"

When Truffon spread that book, which began to float snugly, it did say this in the habitual letters he found out there.

'Leave this thought, which no one can tell, here. From those who could not adapt to the world of men'

and.

Continued