The Branded Female Fencer

"Moldred, Galahad. I'm reporting a situation."

"Jesus, Mademoiselle. The enemy's battle power is reduced by roughly 70%. I thought it would all calm down soon. It's no longer a matter of time until it's extinct."

"It's just that the leader of the enemy and the troops that consolidate his surroundings are there strength, and we antagonize them often. I was wondering if it would take some time to break through."

"Yeah. Well, Maria, you're gonna be stubborn, aren't you?

Sitting gracefully on the mountains and the carcasses of a pile of ghosts, the more out of place shaggy is Bradymaria. It is the bellies, called her deacons, who refrain from beside them. Moldred and Galahad among them returned from the front line to her for a status report, but they were stunned with cold sweat on their backs. Because I know that their master's mood is not as good as his tone.

To the ghost tribe living on the eastern continent, seven days after the Black Mages invasion operation began. Brady, Maria, they were reaching the home of their enemy. Because of the large number of heads, Bradymaria and the others were in charge of a race that was said to have the largest force of ghosts apart from the simultaneous progression of Titania and Dragreo, but this was the stronger people than they thought. The annihilation, which was the original aim because of the time it took to invade, is no longer possible, and although we managed to hunt down the leader of the enemy, it is taking nearly two days here.

Most of all, there are about 100,000 ghosts standing in this base, and it's amazing that they've already wiped out half of them. Moreover, Bradymaria and the others are doing almost 300 of the gestures. If I turned it into a ghost tribe, it wouldn't be a hoard.

Still doesn't fix Brady Maria's mood. Elsewhere there have been reports that both Titania and Dragreo have finished their work, and this is the only place left. Bradymaria, who prided herself on being the bearer of the best force, is dressed to be crushed. Yesterday, the butler, who opined to her in a detour, was screwed off the neck on the spot. Since then, the butlers had followed her orders faithfully and had to repeat a penetration that seemed reckless. Because of that there was some damage to their forces as well, all the more dimensions to say Bradymaria was in a bad mood.

They were butlers fighting a whiff at the situation, but as soon as Mordred and Galahad finished reporting, she closed the fan she was fanning herself and stood there.

"Time's up, let's pull out the butlers on the front line."

"What? But then..."

"Don't you get it? I'm talking about eating rolls."

Brady Maria gives me a look of shame as she looks at the front line.

"Titania and Dragreo are on board. They're all gone."

"What the hell happened..."

Burning fires, fallen rock walls, those that were companions who did not retain their original form. One of them was a ghost warrior who boasted a stunning body named Wong Gang. No, should I say I was proud of my stunning body? Without the left arm, brilliance is somewhat obnoxious.

But it was clear to whoever saw that the warrior was strong. A forged arm that is as much around a person's torso, even if it is one arm. A ghost boasting a steel body told me that if I hit him, he would bring together three armored humans and make them shrug, and that his body wouldn't even let a famous knife pass. He also believed that his body, which he had worked out again, was a better weapon than anything else. Until a brunette with very long hair appeared in front of her and a big man more ghostly than a ghost.

The ghosts were feasting. We recently destroyed one long-suffering ghost clan. They, the 'clan of the valley of a thousand strings', are not afraid of humans or anything else. It was in what position in the ghost tribe that their interest was instilled, more than in humans. To this end they had forged themselves, accumulated wealth, polished their weapons and had always taken the posture of war. If it was to win, I didn't even hate dealing with humans. That's all they could say they were greedy for something called 'strength'.

Rigid people stand out among them. Obviously more important than the others, they were called 'true ghosts' and were worshipped and served as warriors. They are also true ghosts because they admired the true ghosts of their predecessors and trained themselves. The ghosts of this race had no other ghost tribe, the concept of 'respect'. Especially when it was the king who garnered their respect. A king whose true ghosts were no match for a bunch had their trust as an absolute being.

They gradually grew in strength for a long time and finally put an end to the battle against the ghost tribe of prolonged causes. With the best warriors in the history of the clan, they did not doubt that they would eventually unite the ghost world. And they cooked up the future of their future, and their elite troops were drunk where they destroyed their enemies. But such a feast also broke loose, and strangeness occurred at their home base. They received reports that one of their castles was crushed near their home base.

It was announcing the arrival of a new enemy. When they drove the booze out of their bodies in an instant that they had been drinking to bathe earlier, they ran windy and returned to the castle. It's not a castle that falls so easily, no matter how powerless it is. Such an idea was in them, but they still returned with all their might. The word alarm in battle did not exist in their clan.

But when they came back, the walls were smashed, and nearly half the ghosts already entrusted with their defense were dead. They were surprised by the status quo, but returned to gather survivors and immediately regroup the army. Again I went out to open the battlefield. They were the first to be surprised by the small number of enemies, but calmly analyzed the situation. We began to respond appropriately little by little. Now when they had returned, the battlefield had begun to bring it back.

The moment I tried to make more offense in that way, the top disappeared from the neck of the true ghost leading the way. Huang Gang, who was relatively behind him, could notice how it was, but his left arm, which he put in front of his head reflexively, was brutally slashed away. Left arm after decades of workout with him, is. Whoever was behind him was safe thanks to his left arm, but whoever was unfolding to his left and right had little life.

"Hey, what?

Wong Gang's surprise is not impossible either. The guys I had dealt with earlier were certainly strong enough that I had never seen them before, but there was still a way to take them down. We thought we could handle it if we formed a proper formation. But a blow that completely wastes the formation you put together to defeat that mighty enemy. Huang Gang also forgot his lost left arm and tried to figure out who was the one who unleashed this blow.

And it was one poor woman who moved into his eyes. Being ghosts, they are interested in human women as spoils of war, but at the same time, they do not have the same romantic feelings, let alone aesthetics, for humans who can also serve as food. In addition, this Wong Gang is a ghost who has never been interested in his own training unexpectedly. Beautiful enough to hold him and make him sigh unexpectedly. The woman carried two great swords of black and gold, and walked here slowly. Of course, trampling the dead body of a ghost lying at your feet.

"Well, ghosts don't look like leaves."

A woman opens her mouth slowly. The ghosts annoyed the words and surrounded her in unison. But here they didn't jump because the ghosts felt so terrified and obsessed with her?

They were only to surround and watch the woman, but only Huang Gang took a step forward. The loss of my left arm was already gone from my head. So much so that he cared about the identity of the woman in front of him.

"Woman, who are you? Was that your blow?

"Let's answer first from later questions. That's what I did."

The ghosts scream at the woman's answer. Neither did they think that the luxurious woman in front of them would be able to make the same blow. No, even if anyone feels her strength by intuition, the sight in front of her was incredible.

Plus the woman talks.

"Shall I also answer the earlier question? My name is Titania, I'm just a swordsman. Nothing more or less. But whoever defeats me will be honored with nothing more."

"Bullshit. It doesn't matter who you are when you think about it. You think we're gonna let you live, at least more than we showed up on the battlefield?

"I can't do anything with just feelings. It's just miserable, like threatening complaints without merit."

"Why not?

That moment Huang Gang tried to grab by Titania. Some of the ghosts that were surrounding her were beaten up, and no, they blew it up. And, together, what I heard was a man's lavish laugh.

"Bhahahahahaha! Where's the strong guy?

"Now what?

"Not at all, no different phase and noisy..."

Titania sighs at Huang Gang and the ghosts confused by the change of circumstances. And the only thing you can yell at is Dragreo, of course.

"Oh, Titania! There he is!

I'm sorry to be here.

"No, no. Not bad at all, dude! Gahahahahaha!"

"Why laugh there. I don't know why."

The ghosts were listening to the interaction between the two beauties and beasts. It seemed like they were talking about no other love at first sight, but still their pressure was enough to keep the ghosts on the spot. Even if they had taken note of the consequences of it only postponing their death.

And Titania's sharp gaze and Dragreo's greedy gaze are directed at the ghosts at the same time.

Continued