The Branded Female Fencer

Day 10 of the deciduous moon

After three days of meeting the girl, the girl's condition finally began to show calm. I was mostly sleepless and hectic, but I couldn't help but get a sense of fullness when I saw the girl get to rest in peace. This would have been perfect without the extra visitors.

"Excuse me."

It was a very normal seemingly quiet young man who opened the door and came in before this one replied. But the shady looking man behind him and the big man with the unfocused eyes were ruining the refreshing impression of the youth. If the youth also look closely, they can see that their eyes are sharp that do not belong to the ordinary person.

And most importantly, the boy was a magician. A young man who at first sight has no philosophy other than the quality of magic that surrounds him. But it was me who figured it out. This man is not the only one. Most importantly, he said he was the same kind of person I am. I became tired and conscious and relative to the youth.

"What can I do for you?

"I see it as Aldrius-Serg-Reselwerk, but how"

The youth asked questions as if there had been no such thing as my inquiry from the beginning. I lay face to face, and the young man put his hand against me in a gap that worried whether I should speak honestly or not.

"Waste of time just asking"

A blade of wind was released from the young man's hand. The magic of power is small just for unchanging, but powerful enough to kill ordinary people. I suppressed the blade aggressively with the sealing technique, but the young man just nodded satisfactorily.

"Is it still real?"

"Do what! What are you gonna do if you're wrong?

"Nothing. Thanks. We'll just destroy the evidence and get rid of it."

"What?"

To the young man who answered plainly, the servant also stepped back. I've never met anyone who would say a more dangerous word plainly. I raised my guard, but the youth, on the contrary, lifted my guard. On the contrary, I felt like I had been removed from my shoulder watermark.

"I'll see you first. I am the Enchanted Church Crusader, Ingville of 'Prandler'. You know my name, right?

"You say it's 'Plunderer'? Say something funny. Though many will have no name, such as the Sorcery Church's conquest troops. There's no way I know."

"That's something different. It was in the habit of exploring us. I've been captain since you were at the Magic Church. You can't possibly know that."

To that word I remembered a name that was only slightly caught in my memory. Ingville of the Magic Church, I did remember that name. Certainly a short time before I left the Magic Church, I had heard of a genius who became captain of the Expeditionary Corps at only 10 years of age. I thought if the man was growing up, he would certainly be about this old.

But I found out he was so dangerous. If I knew, I wouldn't invite you defenselessly to a place like this. It is regrettable that it was best to regulate the girl's curse and that she did not put any magic of sensation or inhibition in the inn. What purpose have you come for? As if to observe my doubts, Ingville mentioned and showed them earlier.

"What, no big deal. I'm just here for my daughter. I'm not going to do anything to you. Running away from the Magic Church is a thing of the past. There is also an agreement not to hold me accountable. Oh, think of the earlier magic as a replacement for greeting. I don't deserve to be the one to die."

"What a guy. But so many men, what are you doing here?

"I'm just here to collect my daughter there, what have I figured out? Our Mage Church took its present form in order to properly manage the magicians. Didn't you forget the basic philosophy of the Magic Church? My daughter's magic there is too strong. You don't know what kind of disaster it's gonna cause if you leave it alone."

"True."

Indeed, Ingville's remarks are true. But this man's direct boss is a pain in the ass. It's not official, but I was eyeing that it would be Hoomilne, chairman of the Dark Magic Faction, who is manipulating this man directly. Nothing is prejudicial about dark magic, and although the heads of every faction are quite stomachy all the time, Hoomilne was a bunch of unmistakable villains. No, I'm just saying that I don't hate sacrifice if it's for factional expansion and sorcery research rather than villains, which is probably normal as a sorcerer. I guess at public intervals, that's called a villain.

If I let this girl go to such a man, I don't know what kind of education she'll be given. No, it's good if you just get an education, but if you do poorly, you'll be the subject of an experiment. I couldn't even think about throwing a girl that could be my destiny into a place like that.

I make one determination. If I were you before, it would be an incredibly dangerous bet. When we compete, it was me who made the escape route first. But this time it was a battle with no guarantee whatsoever.

"What if I said no?

"I'll kill you and get the girl. I guess I figured that out again."

"That's not good."

For the first time here, Ingville looked unexpected. So I flinch.

"Kill me, all of my sealing is in the dark. Then it would be a loss for the Magic Church, wouldn't it?

"Well, instead of offering your research results, I want you to miss the girl. Is that what you're saying?

"That's the thing. What do you say we take it?

"Hmm... show me some of that sealing magic. We'll talk about it later."

Ingville's suggestions were the best, so I showed Ingville some of my research as a book. Looking at that book, Ingville's complexion changes.

"How dare you manipulate such complex and strange sorcery?"

"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment. What do you say, no lies, no lies?

"Chi, sure. But how many years does it take to decipher and train users? Besides, isn't this the only book?

"Oh, there are seven more books of the same thing. But they're in my head."

"He'll do it."

Ingville looked at me funny. After all, we are of the same kind. Ingville must have been satisfied with his interactions with me, not just with the contents of the book.

Ingville then left me with the books. The result was to be communicated at a later date. Hmm, and leaking a sigh of relief, I look back and the girl wakes up and looks at me. In those eyes, I did not see the dangerous light some days ago.

"Thank you, you've helped me"

"... who, you are"

I felt something strange in the girl's tone and looked back unexpectedly. But something that pretended to be a girl was nothing but a gentle laugh.

"Aldrius, if you want to protect me, you have to protect me forever."

"Wait, so who are you..."

"I asked for it."

To say all that, the girl fell to lose her mind and began to sleep again, resting calmly. What the hell was that now? I wonder who this girl is.

I had a tired body and had been thinking about it for a while.

Day 11 of the deciduous moon

When the girl woke up this morning, she looked around for a moment and said, "Where am I?," he asked. Apparently, my memory is vague, and I'm not sure why I'm even here.

I introduced myself and explained a little bit about how I got here. Then you remember something blurry, the girl seemed to have swallowed up the current situation to some extent. At least, he seemed to understand that he had done irrevocable things to the villagers and could no longer return to his homeland.

The girl who lost her way seemed to be on her way, and when I called out, "Come with me," she reluctantly glanced up, but eventually took my hand, which she offered as an aside. This is how my life with the girl, Alphilis, began.

Continued