The Branded Female Fencer

The place moves to a completely different place. A place in the world where midwinter comes one foot away. A place that is part of Pilebos and a chopped mountain painting. In other words, it is a belt in which there is a witch's chamber in the icefield. Because of the wind blowing out of the land further north, this place is exposed to the harsh cold as soon as possible in Pilebos.

"Huh, winter's coming fast this year"

It is the closet that reads the book alone in it. He is the disciple of the Witch of the Ice Plains and the one who saved Alphilis on the verge of freezing to death. Hearing the snowstorm blowing outside, she had sensed that the arrival of General Winter was earlier than usual this year.

At this rate, she was concerned that books purchased from people would finish reading earlier than planned, but wondered if she would have to go down to people once in the middle of winter. Otherwise we have to bore ourselves with a long winter. Using winter as usual to train, things were slightly different this year.

"Would your master be a coven of witches by now..."

Witch regiment. That meeting, where the witches of the continent meet together, can last as long as a year. Witches still inhabit many of those despicable lands, and it takes a great deal of time for them to get together and stay in touch again. For this reason, even if the last attendee refused to do so, it often took several months for the letter to reach the place of the regiment, and often the first person to arrive was months after the regiment.

The closet awaiting the master's return does not even turn on the fireplace, and he is reading a book in a single dwelling. With an affinity for ice, she can block cold air and also regulate body temperature. It is therefore possible for her to go out in thin clothes even in extreme cold blizzards. But she couldn't create the fever herself, so she needed a meal, and she loved warm drinks.

What I like about her like that is reading, silence. She also loves the bright white ice fields that show nothing. When she sees the snow, she feels like her heart is washed. She hates people. Both parents who abandoned themselves and the noisy public. So she was sincerely glad to be an apprentice to witches. But there's been a change in her lately, too.

"Alphilis... what would he be doing by now"

No one delivers a letter to such a despicable place. Alphilis said he would send a letter to a nearby village, but it's also hard to get that far. There is no way to vacate an anvil for too long in the absence of a master. Firstly, if he had gone to the village and not received a letter, he would have been disappointed.

"Ugh, I guess I should still have followed you... no, why don't you? But..."

Closess has been asking herself these unanswered questions for so long. Half a day had elapsed just because of the delusion about what Alphilis was doing, such as before this. And she is the feather who hastens around the mountains. It was her first failure that she had never been able to achieve after she became a witch apprentice.

"It's time to look around..."

The closet weaves a single thin coat and goes outside. Mountain lookout. This is their role as witches in the ice fields. Heavy amounts of snow can sometimes be an avalanche that reaches the foot unless properly managed. And there are some who come into the snow mountains, so it is their duty to help them if they are wrecked. Usually there is plenty of time to spare because the closet and the master share to do it, but it is a busy day to see if I can get a little reading time apart from this job on my own.

When the closet goes outside feeling a little tired of work, there was no one to move outside and even a severe snowstorm to open his eyes again, but the closet walks through the snowstorm without difficulty. Then the snowstorm only blows around her to avoid it. Closess walks down the flatlands of this land, where only a few normal creatures can survive.

"Today is the day to see the seal."

With such solitude, the closets head near the summit of the mountain. She doesn't think about anything extra as much as possible, but today, Alphilis' face still flicks on my head.

"I don't know what you mean... I've been crazy since I met Alphilis. I can't believe my heart is so bothered. And Claw. He called me whatever he wanted."

The closet walks through the ice fields without calm in the heart. It was a very dangerous thing to do with her when she was used to walking, but the closet was so troubled that she didn't even care. She knows a hundred questions that are troubled and unanswered, but she can't help thinking about them. It's also like being in love.

But as we approach there, closets can be much more noticeable.

"What... something's wrong"

Closess stops walking and explores the cause. Call the Ice Spirit dancing in the universe and ask him what's going on. And...

"What... what! Such an idiot!?

The closet ran out of the blue. She can't even take her legs off the ice field, but the mountain gradient just collapses. In such a place where she arrived with constant breath.

"This... this is so stupid"

There was nothing there. There was no snow to be had, no snowstorm, really nothing. Yes, and a seal. The closet glitters on the spot.

Is that when it's been awhile? The closet snapped at something approaching from the sky.

"Long time no see, Icefield witch."

"Dear Gwendorf!?

It was Gwendorf who flew over her head. Standing down on the ground, he stands next to the closet as he is. Gwendorf has also naturally noticed an anomaly. That's why we flew in higher than heaven. There just happened to be a closet there.

"What's wrong with this?

"I don't know either. We have done our rounds here a month ago. There was nothing unusual at that time, and the seal was working irresistibly. But if you come and look at it, it's like this. I don't know why, but I'm in a difficult situation."

"Hmm... I don't know, but I don't know."

To Gwendorf's words, Closes unwittingly asks him back. It was a rare thing for a closet that didn't use the help of others.

"Dear Gwendorf, What's that supposed to mean?

"Before that. Witch, can we use witchcraft here?

"What... ah?

"Can't you still use it"

Gwendorf narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Closess is all the more perplexed by the look on his face not to say after all.

"Master Gwendorf, what the hell is this all about?

"Easy, witch. I can't use the magic of change here again, either. And this is not limited to this place. I saw a similar phenomenon in my journey with Alphilis. And this is something I've seen several times over the last few months as I've looked around the world."

"What? What the hell is that..."

"I also still have only a hypothesis. But gradually, I see the purpose of the Orange."

The closets stir at Gwendorf's words.

Continued