The Branded Female Fencer

There are those who walk in caves where no one is. The walls were wrapped in a thin, blue and white light, and there was so much light that I couldn't hardly walk. But there was silence in the cave, and no living man could be found but he with a worm. His name is Orancebre. He is the chief of the High Elf, who was a race that presided over the wisdom of this continent alongside the True Dragon, and at the same time is Teng himself, who has now freed the Demon King to the continent.

Once he gave wisdom to the various races of the continent with the true dragon Gwendorf, the ancient giant Bronsel, the winged Yerasha and the beast Gora, rejoicing in prosperity and suffering together. He was not called a wise man because he excelled in wisdom. People respected him, but therefore sent him the honor of a wise man. But time has passed, and he has changed. At least, that's what they thought. Know the aurence of the time, even with Gwendorf.

But the nature of the Orange Bull has not changed however much time has passed. Yes, because he hasn't changed by the horrible, because he created the Demon King.

"(What will people call me in future generations)"

Oranceble was walking in the cave somewhat early, thinking about it. His footsteps echo in the cave reluctantly. I can't help but feel my own age for a slightly rougher breath.

"(hehe, I don't care about future generations, etc. A thousand years after I lived at most, I was also very old. Still, I guess I'm still a chick if I let Gora tell me. What will he say and curse about me? But whoever tells you, there are things you have to do within the movement of your body)"

Decisions and purposes are not shaky. But still, it's not like you don't bother with the questions that spring up. By the time this action was taken, a millennial debate had taken place in the High Elf clan. Orangeables have seen every one of them.

And it took an even longer time to unify opinions, work out plans, put tricks in place, and take action. If you noticed, the war was about to go out from the continent. Spark of contention that was so intense and seemed to never stop. To stop the vain strife, he that was once called the Five Wise Men, and his disciples, suffered. And the seed that he sowed to stop the feud, he said, sprouted exactly. What an inconvenience.

But even if it were to prune all the seeds of peace that had once been sown, Oranzebul took action. I'm not half ready. Besides, I can't go back. Because it all started.

"(Take the hands of the wicked, and cut off the lives of the kind-hearted. No, good or bad, I don't mind taking that life. How ugly and oblivious. Who can redeem this sin? I'm sure no one can do it. Can those who are called 'gods', who are said to have once existed in this world, burn down my sins? Gwendorf, Gora. What if you guys are in my shoes?

The usual question to ask yourself. Thoughts that never stop, knowing that there are no answers. Repeating that, the Orange Bull eventually went out into the open space. Traps for the elimination of multiple anti-intruders, this room protected by the junction. And this cave, where the entrance itself does not exist in the first place. Orangeables don't usually skip instructions without doing anything. Rather, he is the one who holds the key to this plan. The others are puppets. Even Hidun doesn't know the whole story of the plan. Instead, I couldn't let a small thing that moves with personal outrage know about this place, which is the essence of this important plan.

They don't know. What makes demon kings for, what kills people for, and what disputes for? drowned in means and lacking a sense of purpose. Even though it was himself who adjusted the brainwashing by magic so that it would happen, it was fortunate to him that everyone had followed it so much that, on the other hand, he became aware of the fragility of the creatures of this continent. Even Bradymaria, the demon, was tired of following him so hard that he was a little worried about the future of the living and living things of this continent. Still, it doesn't make a difference what Oranceble does. Because that's what you do when you consider it. Stopping his actions will no longer be enemies, whoever they may be. Oranceble was already unwilling to respond to any persuasion. If I were to stop, that was only when I died. But if he dies half-witted, the plan will no longer stop.

And the other point of Orangeable's plan was Alphilis. No, it's like an alphilis to be exact. It was about 300 years ago that Oranzeble foresaw the birth of Alphilis. Then overlap astrology, place of birth, date, gender, name. After knowing everything, Oranzebul applied a trick. At that time, Oranzeble wanted to activate the plan, but the prospect would be extended by an unexpected factor called Aldrius.

Alphilis is not the main element for Oranzeble. But if my plan collapsed in any way, I needed insurance. It was a human resource for that. That was inhibited by just humans who didn't even know why. Orangeables were also going to kill Aldrius, less angry at first. But while considering amending the plan, Aldrius got to know Gwendorf. And before that, Aldrius was recognized for his very troublesome existence, and he couldn't kill it to kill it.

Fortunately, Aldrius was short-lived, so the Orange Bull was able to make modifications to the plan. Depending on Aldrius' choice, I could have put Alphilis in my hands sooner, but in that sense, Aldrius made a very nasty choice. How many times Aurangebulls watched them with teething thoughts while monitoring Aldrius' choices.

But things weren't so far beyond imagination for Oranzeble. Alphilis is still acting within the bounds of his assumptions for Orangeable. Rather, forming a mercenary regiment, for example, was desirable for Oranzebul.

"(I also put a lifeless on surveillance. It won't be possible for him to lose to Alphilis. Alphilis fangs will never reach me, even if something disadvantages me. It's a battle you can't possibly lose, this. No, it's a fight you can't lose. This is... Everything must be in my, our hands)"

When I think about it, I see the face of the boy I pulled into my company. He was an honestly obsessed boy whose name he didn't even know, but he was attracted to his magic and the type of magic he used. Magic is slightly better than anomaly and silence, not far from lifeless, etc. And the type of witchcraft used is the most rare 'promotion' witchcraft in the world. Change to an even better form instead of healing to its original form. Orangeables preferred the magical properties.

So I applied spiritual restraint and was supposed to be my puppet, but apparently he didn't have any magic acting on him. When that happens, he will have been acting in front of himself from the start. Or maybe even magic or magic is an act. What for, or what do you know. They don't question it endlessly, but they don't hostile themselves for now. If it were hostile, Aurangebull became anxious to see if he could win in his current state. I feel the inconvenience of Gwendorf and Gora not being around at that time, and I don't have to be slightly disillusioned with myself for what I'm trying to do.

But the boy said he would endorse his plan. Regardless of whether we should trust that one word, is it that we know the whole range of measures that have made it unknown to anyone? Such a person should not even be in the High Elf clan. Except for just one.

There are no major impediments to the plan so far. Almost all events are proceeding according to the muscular path envisaged. One anxiety is the boy's words.

"(Someday, I'll be shrugged to the feet by those you thought were not enough to take)"

I have no intention of taking advantage of any other organism. The creatures of this continent were always to be loved by Orangeables, and they still move for it. It's adorable, why should I look down on other creatures? While Oranzeble felt slightly angry at the boy's words, he was concerned.

Maybe that's why I took a trip to this place. I started it all, in this place of promise. Proceeding to the center of the open space, Oranzeble gently touches the blue and white crystals in it.

"My daughter..."

Among the crystals called for by Oranzebul was a high-elf woman with blonde hair asleep. The face seems to await something calmly, but also a little sad. Beautiful woman like a glassmaker who is about to wake up and walk out. When the Orange Bull softly attached his hand, the crystal glowed like an answer to his hand. And from her sleeping crystal, a thin, blue and white line was stretching radially. The line is a wall of caves, stretched out onto the ceiling and seemingly stretched out from all over.

"Condition... no problem. My dear daughter, Sartifleur. Forgive me for inconvenience. But in a little while, I can accomplish my purpose. Let's live together again then. In a secluded, deep forest that no one can find..."

Oranzebul said so, trying to put his forehead on the crystal and get some rest. But it also seemed to beg forgiveness if another saw it.

I don't know Orangeables. That there are those who listen to themselves who are unknown and equal to his penance.

I don't know Orangeables. that there is already a breakdown in the plan.

I don't know Orangeables. Invisibly small debacle. But that is deep, deeply rooted and cannot be replaced already.

Orangeables cannot know. What it might mean that whoever devotes a heartfelt word to himself is not already alone.

Orangeables still hadn't thought that only blue-white crystals would add more depth to their own shadow of solitude.

Act II, Final

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