The Branded Female Fencer

"Hii!

"The devil is back!

"I knew I couldn't do it."

"Run!"

Each flees home at first sight. That would still be fine, but some of them even abandoned their homes and fled. Is this girl horrible enough? I asked them aloud, even as I was heartbroken by them.

"Does anybody have a family for this girl!

But there was no answer from the village. I walked around the village to sound like all the houses but received no response from anywhere. Sure, the girl would be too horrible from a villager with no weird philosophy whatsoever, but I couldn't hide my frustration. Is that anger that I was also a forsaken child? A child cannot choose where to be born. That's why I have to live strong, but I was rarely able to hide my anger.

I raised my voice even more as I put the girl to sleep on the soft ground.

"I don't see a response, but then I'll leave this girl here! Not for a moment until I wake up again! And then again, you're the ones who are scared! If you don't like that, someone explain the situation to me!

After a while, the door of one house opens. From there, a crushed man and woman came out. Still a relatively young couple, but from the look on its face, it looked twice as old.

I looked at the situation and looked at the situation, softening my voice and talking to them to try not to irritate them as much as possible.

"Is this girl yours?

"Yes... that, it should be"

A woman answers with trembling. The shoulder was gently held by the man next to him.

"I'm supposed to be the one who was born with a stomachache. We are a normal couple in a small village. No deal or philosophy whatsoever. It's just boring, I just want to be at peace. Yet..."

"My daughter went crazy about a year ago."

Instead of a woman who began to weep and nodded her face at the man's chest, the man began to speak.

"My daughter turns 8 this year. She was an ordinary girl playing with the children of the village and helping us farm. We couple were not blessed with children other than this one, but still we were happy. Because this kid was so smart and sweet. I thought we were blessed.

But last year. The incident occurred when my daughter was playing with the children. An elderly boy pulled my daughter's hair. My daughter hated it and thrust the boy. The boy blew up gently to the next house. The boy was so badly injured that he could not get out of his bunk for about a month. My daughter's hair was green at that time. "

The man spoke pale. It doesn't sound very toned about my daughter. Perhaps he is also mentally exhausted. The man was only moving his mouth at last. It's like talking, trying to escape some kind of curse.

"After a while, the children began to avoid their daughters. Naturally, even we were creepy. But we still tried to cover her up. Because she was our only daughter.

But contrary to his will, his daughter went crazy more and more. At one point he turned the rampage horse into two pieces, and at one point he spoke of a perfect storm, and at one time he prophesied the death of a man. The color of the hair changed every few days at first, but it started to change after a day.

Extremely, it was a word against us. One night we were in the business of a couple. Then suddenly my daughter appeared without any footsteps. I wasn't sure in the dark, but maybe my daughter's body was floating a little in the universe. We were surprised by the sudden appearance of our daughter, who said this to us.

"Father, Mother. You can have kids, but your mother can't stand the next birth. If you don't want to kill your mother, don't get along any better. Oh, by the way, the next thing you can do is your sister. I'm not born, though. '

... we've frozen. Most importantly, because I saw the eyes of my daughter, who speaks those words. In a room at night with no lights, my daughter's eyes were darker than darkness. That's when we realized. This is not our daughter, because we didn't have our own daughter from the beginning. We talked to an old man nearby and contacted the Magic Church. We sold our own daughter...

Ooh, ooh. What did we do? At least I just wanted to live quietly! Hey, did I do anything to make this earth hate me? Can someone give me an answer! You're a magician, aren't you? Why do we look like this!?

"... I am not qualified to respond to that question. Give me a break."

When I heard that word, I realized it again. These parents didn't recognize their daughter, they abandoned it. All the tones spoken were in the past. But if we don't, we're gonna break ourselves. Human self-defense instincts have won love. And it was unbearable for me to hear the sad, nearly frenetic couple.

Surely putting this girl in this village any more would not be good for anyone. I couldn't offer a solution. I was also helpless, and I decided to take my daughter after understanding my parents. I was forced to make justification for my actions, wondering if that was sure to be better for everyone.

But now it is I who am at a loss. I was walking with a girl on my back, in my thoughts. How can I take this daughter? You may be an inappropriate word, but I wanted to make sure you didn't, at least not get killed.

When I reached the streams of clean water, I let the girl undress. Because I thought if they were manipulating me, there would be some kind of trace. But I just let her take some of her clothes off, and I quickly figured out why. Because under her clothes, there were letters.

Probably a kind of curse. This was the first time I had ever seen a technique with a more complex composition than I know either. And it moves as if it was willed in itself. I'll give you an idea of who your personality was earlier.

But the problem is more a solution than the identity of the curse. There's nothing to prepare for here. If I had my workshop, it wouldn't be the same story, but if I were guzzling around, this girl would wake up. I can't exercise a strong technique without using a strong catalyst to seal it.

Fortunately, I don't understand how to disarm this technique, but I can organize it if the technique counteracts this technique like a matching mirror. But my magic isn't strong enough. The curse that corroded this girl was so strong. But I made up my mind.

That's to seal this curse, at the price of my life. It would not be a fundamental solution, and I wondered if it could really be done, and how long the effect would last. It is easy for me to put together a curse that is a form of sealing technique, but in the absence of any preparation or catalyst, the only thing that is likely to be a catalyst is my life. I didn't know why I was so obsessed with this girl either, but I was already in the chant without hesitation.

"Wait, I'll do something about it now."

I had unconsciously spoken those words. I was surprised myself, for example, that I had feelings for caring for someone, but I wasn't long before I thought about that, I was in a chant. Something, to be led by an invisible hand.

So much less, the seal by the curse succeeded. I don't wonder how I could have put together such a complicated procedure without any stray thinking about it as I write this now. I would have offered my life expectancy quite a bit for the price, but I didn't have a longevity aspiration and didn't care much about it. Although I have applied it to sinners and others, I have not had much experience exercising my own curse marks. This is originally a form of abstinence, and it inflicts the opponent with the corresponding suffering. It wasn't sneaky of me to apply it to a girl just 8 years old.

I had a girl with a distressed look on my face and continued my journey. Eventually, when I reached a slightly larger town, I began to embrace the girl at the inn. As expected, the girl had a fever. It would be a spell recoil. If we continued our journey with the girl any longer, it could have been life-threatening. I started fine-tuning the girl's curse mark in this place where I could calm down. Because if I was relative to a girl in that state again, I knew I would be killed for sure.

Continued