The Branded Female Fencer

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!

The man was running alone in the woods, wicked. The year has passed by 30, and it is well known that it has passed the full height of the flesh. Because I stopped holding a woman like I used to. When I was younger, I could hold even 10 women overnight. That makes me think I've had enough of holding five these days. He was about to give up a lot too, thinking it was time for the year. Most importantly, his face was one that originally fell into the ugly category, but had gotten worse lately. His father was a slightly mindless man. Originally not. I had a disease when I was a little girl, and my head and body didn't grow well. Without a decent job, his father was in the way of the village.

There was a woman who would be nice to such a father. daughter of a beautiful village chief. When I was little, I covered my daughter from a wild dog, and only my daughter sheltered her father. Nor did the village chief treat his father unhindered because he asked for his daughter's help. As a work in my own house, I only guaranteed a life where I could buy meals and minimal clothing.

But my father thought this in his life. My daughter protects herself because she likes herself. He said he still felt the old favor and wanted to be held by himself. But his father did nothing. Because I was relatively happy with my current life. Soon my daughter believed she would come to herself. I don't know if his inferiority made him do that, or if it was the aftermath of the disease again. At least, I had no doubt it was his solitary delusion.

But the delusion collapsed easily. My daughter had a lover. My father has seen it. Youth in neighboring towns. that they whisper love out of sight. The man tried to hold his daughter, but her daughter refused. I'm going to report my marriage to my father tomorrow, so I'll try to do it afterwards. They broke up on the spot with an appointment to meet again tomorrow. It was the moment of the breakdown of self-control in his father.

His father acted fast. At night, the young man invited his daughter to be summoned, and struck her in the head and took her. He carefully drank poisonous water on all the village horses so that they could not chase them, and set fire to the village chief's house. I didn't think it would take a while. Is it the business of being paranoid that made you do that with a missing head? Despite the fact that it was an act of thought, the prospect went well by itself.

His father imprisoned his daughter in the mountain hut of the inhabited cottage and committed his crying daughter over and over again. He was already crazy. I could hear my daughter crying. My daughter was delighted and sincere.

But the act is obvious. He came to the cabin and found the two of them, but he was also a terrible man. I'll keep my mouth shut, so I tell myself to deal with that daughter, too, instead. His father hated it, but he couldn't have done it with his arm. But I made a mistake when I saw a woman crying in her arms. This woman is delighted. At that point, the father had lost interest in his daughter, but her daughter was already caged.

Eventually, when his father and his daughter got tired of him, he started using his daughter to do business. Travelers with streets nearby and their daughters held by their companions took money. The act, he said, was carried out unchanged when his daughter's belly grew. Why did my daughter accept such a thing? My daughter complained of a "headache" some time after she was beaten. But naturally, his father couldn't have called the doctor, and he didn't have the money. His father had no knowledge of relying on the Arnelian Church, etc.

Eventually, her daughter slowly slowed down her response. There is nothing else in life. I can eat meals too. But as human beings, some important ones were missing. I can't even go to the bathroom properly. There is no response when I talk to him. But my daughter was as beautiful as ever. I guess that was enough for the men.

The child was born safe. My daughter was safe, too. But her daughter was unable to have a normal pregnancy due to repeated behavior. But on the contrary, it was fortunate for the men. That would be more convenient, they welcomed their daughter even more.

When the man was attentive, his mother was in the midst of being offended by many men. That's his routine. A father's guide makes his mother look down on an unknown man. That was natural for him. Eventually, having grown to some extent, he remembered a woman as a mother. Guilty, there was no fine dust.

One day the man cheated on his father for money. But he refused. That's why I punched my father in the head with a stick full of strength. Falling and lying on the ground, his father saw him with a surprised face, but here was the word.

You've grown up, too.

The man confined himself to his father. Obsessively, intransigently, everything crushed my head. Because I took a good look at the scene where my father crushes insects like that.

And the man was determined to leave the cabin. I thought I'd take my mother with me for the last time. I'm going to kill him anyway. When I killed him, I decided to kill him while I offended him. I didn't mean anything, it was just a thought. This is the first time a man has ever known that a woman is in good shape. He then decided to commit it while killing when he got tired of the woman.

When the man left the cabin, he saw the knights passing nearby. I heard rumors. A knight is "all serious, mindless fools", he said. He told the knights. There's a bad guy near here, and he said they killed my father and my mother. The knights hurried to the spot without a doubt. The man was politely murdering his mother with a spear. When he was a soldier, he said it was a spear he received as a reward. And conveniently, when the knights put it on, the knights stood flat with their spears.

The knights pulled out their swords and tried to catch them. But the unknown fighter finally fought with his spear, saying that his evil deeds had been done. He was lightly murdered. The knights told the man. When it's all right now, he says he's done with the bad guys. That we are righteous, and that evil will surely perish. The knights answered confidently. So the man thought. Justice refers to idiocy.

The man hated fools. Because my father was told he was an idiot. I didn't want to be an idiot. So the man tried to be unjust.

The man did all kinds of evil. Theft, robbery, arson, rape, murder. I've done all the criminal activity I can think of, I could do any cruel thing. But there was no shard of guilt in the man either. Instead, when the other person cried out, I even thought it was pleasant to be able to confirm my advantage. No one preached morality to him. Everyone who tried to preach to him died.

Eventually the man gathered his own companions to form a mercenary regiment. The name of the mercenary regiment was "Snakes Involved in Spears (Scarsnakes)," he said. They were treasured by some employers as a part of undertaking any dirty work on the battlefield. But it goes without saying that they were abominable by their approximate employers, as well as by their fellow mercenaries.

Then time went by. Originally there were many companions around them, but they were chased by the women on the Heavenly Horse, and their number went down with one, one, and they were finally alone. He's hurt, and he's also dropping a sword somewhere to protect himself. The left arm had already suffered unusable injuries and the blood was running out of time. I want to stop the blood immediately, but he was so cornered that I didn't have that much time.

"That woman, that woman! If it wasn't for that guy!

A woman who suddenly attacked the inn they were spending. Big work had also been done and the regiment had just been broken up in pieces in their respective directions. The day after that, suddenly one of our people rolled into our own inn.

"Ko, they're gonna kill me!

Immediately after that voice, the beautiful Reapers beat us to the inn where we were. Women think they're eating. Overshadowing their own concepts, an awesome way to kill. My own people, who had just disbanded and would still have had 100, were killed and, no, destroyed every building. All the reapers cutting ahead were great warriors, but especially the girl waving a hammer in the lead.

"Are you the captain?

The moment the voice was directed at him, the man did not even pull out his sword, but ran away by thrusting his neighbor's men towards the reaper. He heard only the sound of his thrusting men playing to pieces and dying.

I don't remember how I got away from it. I thought it was a forest a long way from town, but so many of us should have escaped together. They can't go into the woods. That's what I was supposed to think, but Reaper came after us all the way into the woods. The white reapers flying from the sky through the trees looked more like dead spirits to him than beautiful.

Behind the woods, behind. Go so far back that Reaper can't come after you. The man escaped with that one heart. My body is blurry with trees that catch on to me, and it hurts everywhere. The air-breathing lungs are at their limits, and lack of acid keeps them from getting dizzy. The heart engraved the early-bells even more like a beating, and the muscles throughout the body were at their limits.

The man finally nodded on the spot. I think I want water, but I don't have it on hand. The man always remembers. This forest is a forest where the Necromancer has nested and development has stopped. Unfortunately, no one needs to step in. It was a forest where Arnelianism had managed to rumor that it would carry out large-scale purification operations or something in the near future. The pursuit of the Reapers should stop. There are no signs of life at all from that forest, which is barely lit by day. Even the tree is distorted in its shape. It was as if they had twisted its shape with a curse or something. This is not the dwelling place of the living.

"Shit, run..."

There was a girl standing on the spot when the man looked back at her curly. Blurry cloth cut off, a lean body in disappointment, a raw white look. Only the lips are red as blood. No, it was actually the color of blood. There was some blood dripping from his mouth. The man saw the girl or understood that it was like a necromancer, but on the other hand he was very calm.

Continued