The Branded Female Fencer

"Oh, um... excuse me"

"That's Saul. Come in."

Glass Live gently invited the frightened boy to open only half the door. The sole slips through the door gap, and the boy slumps his shoulders to shrug on the spot when the door is gently closed. The indelible boy, still blushing on his face, stood small at the entrance. Its body is thin and its indented eyes look somewhere pathologically invisible. Maybe she had some kind of illness.

Glass Live speaks calmly to such a sole.

"Saul, I need you today."

"Oh, you use...?

On an unusual errand, Saul nodded his face further as confused. Look at that. Glass Live goes on to say more.

"Oh, there's someone I need you to call in for a minute. And here's what I want you to say."

Saul listened to the words of Glass Live in silence.

"Wait, Elsia."

Obles hurries down the road checking what he made him sneak into his nostalgia. Obles' plan no longer collapsed altogether. The trust that I painstakingly built and the path to happiness are no longer far off.

Obles wished he was the only one happy at first. Desperate to live every day after his father died, he had no loose ends caring for others. But I changed my mind when I saw the hungry adults fighting over one piece of bread. Looking at them sideways, I swore to my heart that I would never be.

Obles dreamed of paradise. When he found out he was good at the means of life, the people who depended on him began to come out. It was at first that I disturbed those children, Obles, but when Obles gave them a little wisdom to help them, everyone smiled at him. That never made me feel bad, and there was something else to fill me apart from my hungry belly.

But what Obles is aiming for is far from his ideal until yesterday. Until yesterday, I believed I could be happy with all my own people. I wanted to believe it. But reality is not sweet. He was deploring his powerlessness and beginning to think he had to sacrifice someone in order to save many. That arrow tip has opened another path. That wasn't the way I imagined it would be, but now it was something I could help everyone by putting my body up and being covered in blood. There was no longer a reason for Obres to get lost.

"Help. Elsia, everyone. I'll... I'll help!

Obres had the determination to keep it in his chest. Kill Glass Live. But to do so, I thought it best to take action alone. Now that Elsia's been captured, we don't have time to rally a lot of our people, and if we move people, it stands out. I wasted no time setting up an operation on it or telling it. I didn't want Elsia to get a taste of the hell she went through.

"Only for the comfort of such a perverted bastard."

The girl who pulled the hem of her own clothes one day in the Glades. Girl with all the abrasions all over her body, but as if she didn't hurt or cry. The girl stood up with tears all over her eyes, pulling the hem of her clothes but not saying a word of help at last. With those eyes high, Obles thought they looked like a jewel better than anything.

As the son of a former merchant, he couldn't have given a girl like a jewel to a pig. As you can see, pigs don't know the value of gems. At least that's what Obles thinks.

"Make it work..."

Obles arrived in front of the church feeling like praying. The day is already starting to tilt. I'm not thinking about any specific maneuvers from here. I don't know where Elsia is, I don't know how to help, I don't know how to do this. I just don't think Glass Live will have a good chance of responding if I even say I'll see him to say goodbye. What happened after that was to become wild and mountainous? At least finish the glass live and let Elsia escape. Obles renewed his determination.

When Obres came to the common exit used by the soldiers, he knocked with Concon, Cococon and Con the place. It's the way Obles knocks when he has errands, and this door never opens except this way of knocking. The thing about Obles is a secret in this church, and apart from Glass Live and his subordination, I only think about him as much as the little boy who sometimes walks in and out of here.

Then the door opened as usual. Obles was on the spot with a different nervousness than usual, but it was Obles who showed his face as a knight who knew well, too. When he confirmed Obles, he spoke to Obles obligatorily with an unfathomable face.

"It's you. What do you want?"

"You don't have to tell me what to do. Let me see Glass Live."

"Chi, he's still a loving guy. Fine, I'll contact the priest. Wait here."

I thought Obles would be asked even more harshly, but I am familiar with this knight, so I also know that Obles rarely tells him about the requirements. But it seems more prudent for such a human being, this knight often puts Obres through the glass live for the price.

As Obles waited as usual, the knight came right back. Keep signaling Obres with your jaw and encourage him. Obles also passes beside the knight in silence again and heads to the glass live room. That's when the knight suddenly summoned him.

"Oh, speaking of which,"

"... what the hell"

Obles looks back in cold sweat at the behavior of a knight who never has, wondering if he has done anything wrong with him. But the knight looked at Obles as unfathomable as ever, flirting with some vial.

"Before this, your buddy broke a bone in his arm, huh?

"Oh, that's Jules. What's wrong with that?"

"When I was getting ready to get rid of this place the other day, I found some ointment that still seemed to work. After you break your bones, you'll have a fever, and if the pain is strong, you'll have a hard time sleeping. Use it if you like, it'll ease the pain."

To say all that, the knight threw the bottle oblessly, seemingly, and he raised his hand backwards to greet him and left the scene. Maybe it's because he's a pretty good person. Because he was originally a temple knight who could be used for Arnelia.

"... even if I get something like this now..."

But when Obles missed the vial in a complicated mood, he rushed to the glass live room.

Continued