The Branded Female Fencer

"Damn, I don't want to run."

"Elsa, what's the outcome?

"Good. I heard all the information I needed. There's no use for this place anymore."

"Then get out. Where's the metastasis?

"I made one starting point in the direction I came in, but I wonder if it's tough to go"

With Elsa's words, a scream began to be heard from the main entrance to the reception hotel. The mob would have broken in. I can't afford the time.

"Is there another escape route?

"Yeah. One on the third floor, one behind the mansion. Plus one in the garden nearby. I can go anywhere."

"When did you prepare it?

"We can't do this in the world of pilgrimage unless that's how close we are to being prepared. Well, shall we head there?"

That's when the mob also broke in through the entrance, but Elsa and Alphilis beat him up at the same time. I can see the shadows of many thugs outside, but Eliza removed the pattern of cleaning equipment and was preparing it as a gain. Then throw the beating stick used to beat the dough of the bread into the alphilis.

"Alphilis, is it going to work?

"Well somehow. Stick technique."

"Because of the large number, I will kick it with me and Lord Alphilis appropriately. Focus on running away later."

"I will."

Answer as Elsa breaks the hem of the dress. Because of this dress, I was modifying my clothes so that I could run. No high heel shoes required either. Elsa was barefoot as she was taking off her shoes.

"Let's go. I don't need you here anymore."

"Yeah, I'm getting away with it!

Alpha Reese and Eliza led the way, and they started escaping.

After the Alphilis escaped, the hotel was wrapped up in a tragic situation. When the mobs kicked the drunken guard soldiers, they began to act thoughtfully. Those who flock to leftover dishes, those who start robbing hardware, those who are attacked by women. The sound of things breaking from there in the reception hotel, people screaming, the inside of the hall was turned into a hell of a picture.

There are those who see such sights and walk around freely as if walking in their gardens. It was Gunz.

"Break it, take it! Eat whatever you want, you bastard! Kill the man, kill the woman after you commit! Hihaha!"

Gunz seemed to have fun, sticking his sword in the face of a soldier seeking help at his feet. A blood splash splashes, and Gunz, who gets it on his face, laughs with pleasure.

It's been a long time since I've had a big rampage for him. For him, who has been forced to live a life of repression since he was driven around by Friedelinde's Verfra, today was just a rampage that cleared up his previous depression. He slashed down the soldier coming at him, and when he grabbed the hair of the fleeing woman and tore that garment apart, he threw it into a flock of hungry men. Screaming is superb music for him. The resentment gaze directed at me is equal to the envy eye. The blood splash that splashed on me was as good as the extraordinarily fine liquor.

"Kuha! Good, good. I knew this was not the way to kill him!

The vagabonds that Gunz commanded were the ones he gathered all over the city. When he broke up with Doom and brought his daughter into the back alley, who he had appropriately seen all over town, he took her to the eyes of the vagabonds and committed a dignified crime in front of them. The floaters gathered to hear their daughter scream, but when Gunz finished, they tried to flock to their daughter. But the floater, who first tried to flock to his daughter, was slashed and abandoned by Gunz.

The movements of the vagabonds freeze.

"Wait, there's such a thing as order. And show me some respect. Don't do anything you don't want without my orders, you scumbags."

Gunz gave them the blade when he decided on the order to flock to his daughter. And if there be a man in a different order, he said, Kill him with his blade.

And Gunz, one after the other, when he brought his daughter into the alley, offered before the vagabonds. Besides, women aren't the only ones he offered. He brought meals, carried water, and gave them booze. And whoever Gunz decided could use it, he gave it a weapon and used it as his own hands and feet. Extremely, they mixed stimulants with meals and alcohol and drove them into extreme excitement. Originally, the vagabonds are hungry, and many are unstoppable. By deliberately removing that taga of them, he created a flock of easily moving thugs. Otherwise, it would have been just as difficult as raiding a reception hotel.

But this is also Gunz's stunt. Induction of collective psychology. Gunz himself is somewhat of an arm's length, and he can't use magic. I'm not particularly smart, and I don't know any military technique or anything. But he had the courage to live long between life and death, and the point of view of just reading the flow, and above all how people's desires move. If you let Gunz manipulate people, there may not be many people out to his right. But that direction is limited to what is called evil.

The Gunz, but for one thing, he had a deaf ear to him when he enjoyed himself. Gunz kept an eye on the seemingly blind. Upon hearing a report from the man, he holds the seemingly elegant woman he just secured, grabs one liquor bottle and removes the horse's (crease) from the carriage and begins to prepare to leave the scene. And he shouted up.

"Hey, Terra! Follow me if you haven't had enough fun yet! I'll keep a good eye out for you, huh?

And when Gunz clasped and adulterated the cheeks of a rambling woman on her lap, she ran the horse and left the spot behind. Those who saw the appearance and felt that they could taste good if they were Gunz, left the spot to follow him.

But those who happened not to be on the spot, and those who were imprisoned by the pleasure in front of them, were overshadowed by the soldiers of Slasmund who rushed. The firehand was up, and there was someone in Bünsnell who felt just out of the ordinary. There were also several who successfully escaped and communicated the danger. Gunz offended the women, chopping up the men, while calmly measuring their time. The 300 vagabonds who raided this reception hotel were crap, but it is visible that some 50 regular soldiers would be kicked out in no time, and the security of this reception hotel is so grumpy that if they were adequate, the raid would not have worked so well so far.

Gunz just wants a person who can originally be used as his own pawn, and this time the noise is just 'next'. I broke through, but I have no grudge or obsession with the nobles here. This was just a place for him to sift his people, and he had already got what he wanted. So whatever happens to the rest of them, it wasn't what the nobles found out.

Besides,

"Soon this country will be gone."

That was Gunz's idea.

Meanwhile, Obles was leaving the hotel as soon as possible. He's not interested in places like this from the beginning, and he hated something called aristocracy in the first place. To him aristocracy is the object of disgust, and we could have said 'evil' itself, which abuses ourselves and does everything in its power as far as atrocities are concerned.

Obles is not originally from a ghetto. He was the son of a clean merchant, and his father was a merchant who took the country into play again. As a merchant at an early age, Obles traveled the country about his father, and he was a child and a world-famous bargaining man. Seeing him like that, his father praised him and told him he would be a good merchant, and Obles intended to be.

But during his business in Slasmund, his father was in an unfortunate accident. Part of the old building collapsed, and his father was caught in the collapse. Obles, who was next to him, was thrust by his father and safe, but his father, who died in that degree of collapse, could only be described as just unhappy.

For the first time since then, Obles has learned about people's ugliness. The people who said his father was one of them ran away with his father's merchandise and possessions, leaving Obles alone. Obres, who originally had no mother or brother, was left alone in this sluthmund of strangers.

But is it about being a smart kid? Obles looked up what he thought was particularly expensive in his father's merchandise and hid them. There was so much rotting in the back alley, such as a stash, and Obles was good at hiding it. But Obles knew. He said it would take a lot of identity and assurance to turn expensive things into money. It was visible that the child himself would be licked, not dealt with properly and wanted to buy cheap.

That's why he sought a guardian. Obres, who was 8 years old at the time, but was meant to know the world better, had an idea of who to rely on. Without even knowing that's the beginning of a true hell.

"(What would I have done then if I had known that fact? But in the end, you would have chosen this path. Because if I hadn't, I would have starved to death right away. My father said so, too. There is no better product than life. As long as you live... as long as you live, I'm sure the turning point will come. That's it now. I'll get you out of this hell at all costs)"

Obles often stands up in front of the building in front of him. Its simplified but clean built buildings had created a kind of heterogeneous space in the corner of the Glades. That cleanliness is supposed to be the right thing to do, but I can't help but say that its cleanliness is rather creepy in such a dirty land.

"Go."

I have the courage to enter that building for some reason. Because he had to do something in that building, which also equated to a demon cave for Obres.

Continued