The Branded Female Fencer

Day 26 of the Deep Green Moon

I haven't even written a diary in a long time. I was also surprised a few days ago. In speaking, I was surprised by the depth of Miriazal's sight. And when she went straight to Arnelia, she came to live as a diner. Her insight was so profound that I learned why Arnelia had come to have so much power. If such a good leader had commanded a single group for hundreds of years, he would prosper no matter what.

Meanwhile, Miriazal told me all sorts of things, at least it was understood that I was not the one who threatened Arnelia. Events that are closer to the truth of the war, and to the mythology that preceded it. There was a treasure trove of knowledge heavier than any other royal library in the world, such as the stories of the founding fathers of nations.

I will be obsessed with conversations with her. Have you been a good talker for her, too? I'm having a good day. One thing that bothers me is that when she tells me when she asks me what I'm going to do, that I'm going to go to Pilebos and meet Stervese, her complexion turns blue about as much? Is there something about her and Miriazal?

Day 4 of the Sunny Light Moon

I left Arnelia and was to head all the way to Pilebos. I enjoyed my conversation with Miriazal, but I had no choice. You can't forget your original purpose.

By the way, how did you climb to Pilebos? I hear there is no road from an altitude of 6000 m, but from there it will be a handrail ahead.

Day 11 of the Sunny Light Moon

I noticed something today. That means "mountains can't be foolish even in the summer". It is currently thought to be about 6500m, but there may be snow in the mountains. It has a completely cod climate. Surely no one will be able to climb this. Besides, thunderclouds occur all the time. It was my first time experiencing something called lightning, which occurs at the same eye level.

This time I climb Pilebos, I don't even want to see the mountains for a while.

Day 36 of the moon of the light of the sun

I am writing this, after I have stepped on Pilebos. I can't tell you what happened. But will she forgive me if I write only here?

Surely there was a God. She was so divine that I accidentally lay flat on her. Not from the bottom of my heart at first. But it is true that I was distracted by her.

The first day I admired her. The second day put her in that hand. And on the third day, I had to leave her.

After all, do you mean that humans can't have excess in their hands? I thought it was impossible to be a god. No, I could have just shaped it. But becoming a god meant abandoning other human beings. She was such an absolute girlfriend, but she looked like she was holding a glassmaker. If it brittles such a strong being, it won't last a hundred years, such as a fragile mind owner like me who isn't enough to take it.

One thing I could make it clear was that God and others were totally sorry.

But then where do we go next? I lost sight of my goal.

There were diary intervals from there. Until now, very little has been written about it. It didn't seem much different from when he first ran off to the Magic Church and wandered off, but Aldrius had clearly lost sight of his goal.

Is that how it has been about two years? His diary, written in the proper letters as it had been plundered before, suddenly regains its strength.

"Day 7 of the deciduous moon

It was the other day. I kept wandering like that. Because my heart had not yet recovered from what had happened earlier. What a vain thing of what I sought, because all that occupied my heart. I lacked the energy to just ask for a new encounter. Such a fold, the old lady of the example appeared before me again in the city of Saru. Suddenly appearing before me from the mess, she stood before me slowly.

"Boy, didn't the king or God care?

"... I'm sick of both of them"

I was not surprised that the old woman showed up and answered her question. But the old woman did nothing more than indulge. I said I predicted the result in advance.

"You will, you will. Your soul can't be convinced to that extent."

"Have you come to that extent? How greedy am I supposed to be?

"The continent is greedy, and the continent is mediocre."

The old woman laughs with pleasure. Apparently, this old woman is amused by my misfortune. But I haven't lost either. If you don't tell me, I'm stuck.

"What's next? Am I going to be a human, or a demon king? What is that branch?

"Whether or not you lose your desire."

The old woman ran out of words. The expression instantly becomes serious itself.

"Look, I know you've already seen something human. Humans are equipped with shallowness, wit, courage, vulnerability, light and darkness. And all humans are fighting against something conflicting in them. From now on, you will be forced to fight that ultimate battle for a long time. Losing is easy. You can leave yourself to desire. And a lot of people lose that fight, and you can lose.

But you're not. You will never be allowed to lose that battle. No, forgive me, but we have to figure out what happens if we lose, okay? You've got to have as much head as you can think of. "

"You're too abstract to understand the story. What exactly is it?

"Make sure it's in your own eyes."

That's all I said, the old woman flipped herself. I rush after her, but the old woman slips out of the crowd when she does, and I finally lose sight of her. All that was left of me was a stingy sense of impatience.

But fate seems to come down to me like that. And that was abrupt. I was wandering around a cold village. A suddenly bloody man appeared before me, fluttering without any particular goal. I was not heartbroken by him seeking salvation, but I rushed over quite quickly because I had nothing to do for now.

He looked familiar to the tea man. They were the first people I've seen in a really long time, but they were a conquest force for the Magic Church. They were shady and relentless for a long time, excellent, but not all of the sorcery churches, including me, would have a good impression or anything. Because they point their fangs at themselves with one order.

Among them, the ones who are out this time are bad taches. If my investigation was correct, they were not purely church direct people moving on Tetrastine's orders, but troops belonging to the Dark Magic Faction. Of course, I hear Tetrastine's orders, but they were the ones that prioritized the faction's orders and interests, and the way they did it was so extreme. For the purpose of carrying out the mission, it would be ordinary people, but it would be companions, but it would be irreversible. They were the ones who inherited the wicked customs of the Magic Church.

They should be such relentless people, but the man who was about to breathe in my hand asked me for salvation, just as he breathed constantly. Maybe they're more humane than I think, but that became decisive in his words.

"Help my people... please. You're a magician, aren't you?

A magician to some extent could have guessed about the other person, but he seemed to be squeezing his last strength and appealing to me, as if breathing would be painful. I take his hand by accident. Not because I feel sorry for him. Because I was interested in the opponent driving the conquest troops this far.

"What's up, who did this to you?

"Demons... you know, our magic doesn't make sense... it's like we're playing, everybody, killed... the captain's still fighting, yes... Someone to cover the captain..."

The man's words were already wondrous and his consciousness seemed to be cloudy. I try to put him down softly, but seeing something fly in from afar made me jump unexpectedly. At that moment, countless flying dark snakes bit at the man, and he ran out of breath without time to scream. When the snake stopped the man's breath root, it quickly vanished. It is a self-contained sorcery aimed solely at the annihilation of goals. Apparently it flew over one hill. If you look closely, there are other snakes flying. The conquest force is partly composed of more than 10 troops. As the captain buys time, he will have simultaneously pinned down those who fled on all sides. Such as manipulating witchcraft with such precision, he was also the bearer of superior strength in the Church of Complete Magic. Does that mean there's such a guy here?

Dangerous. That's what my instincts were telling me. It's not normal to beat the people in the conquest unit so far without their skin. I tried to escape, but I don't listen to my feet. Did you say you saw something scary? Or maybe I'm not even very interested in my own raw. Frequently troubled quotes, I decided to go see who was beating up the conquest troops. I couldn't call it a normal decision if I thought about it later, but I went on the spot to be led by some invisible hand.

Continued