The Branded Female Fencer

"What is it, its eyes? And what do you say we stop?

"I said I stopped treating you like a human being. I don't condone it anymore. Any bastard wanted to save only his life if he ever owed me anything. But I don't care about that anymore. Son of a bitch like you, it's better for the world to die."

Many stones are removed from the nostalgia to a degree slightly larger than the fingertips. Glass Live got up to something, but when Obles threw one of them into the air, he bashed it with a hammer of his right hand. Glass Live illusioned as a silver spark glowed at the same time as he slapped, but reflectively Glass Live was expanding with enhanced defensive magic. Glass Live is not so much the bearer of strong magic, but the long-running drill equipped him with just the strength he deserved to be a priest.

But behind Glass Live's expectations. And the magic barrier imposed by the drill that should have been forged doesn't even make any sense. On the left foot of the glass live, the pebble was engulfed to the bone.

"Nah... to?

Faster than Glass Live understood pain and reality, the pebble stuck in his leg deprived Glass Live of his left leg freedom. On a one-kneed glass live, more obles hammer the pebble. Glass Live put up the same sorcery again wondering if the sorcery had not been activated, but now even though he had confirmed that the sorcery had been activated properly, he had confirmed that the pebble had broken through the sorcery barrier. The next pebble plunged into the right hand of the glass live, and stopped the movement.

"Whoa! You, this is it!

"You're alarmed, Glass Live. You thought I was the only child, didn't you?

Obles looked down at the knee-jerked glass live as he let the pebble in his left hand play with his palm. Glass Live is gleaming up at Obres as he sweats. The expression was boring and the colour of confusion could be seen.

Obles tells Glass Live.

"This guy says' seducing hammer '. It was in the artifact my father had, a special weapon. Whatever it is, the second time this guy tries to cling to it, he says, with the first thing he hits. My father said it didn't match the name with the hammer, but he found out it worked that way while trying something out. Well, I'm convinced it's the right name. I'm sure I'm tempted by everything."

"It's one of the 'artifacts'! If you have such a thing, why have you been hiding it!?

"I could always use it if I wanted to kill one of you. But that's my self-satisfaction. Killing you doesn't make things any better. Instead, I knew it would get worse. Besides, it was filthy to use my father's figure on the bastards you wanted to see!

Obles unleashed a third stone with the words. Now the stone shoots through the ears of the glass live. And the stone was fixed in his ear.

"Guaaaaaah!"

"I don't have a hobby for bitter fun with pig bastards like you, but I can't choose where to hit this weapon. It's bad, but I don't necessarily die of one thought. As a weapon, it's a defect, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't want it to hit my head or chest so easily!

Obres hammers the stones one after the other. Continuously released stones hit the right elbow, right ankle and left shoulder of the glass live. The stone runs the flesh of the glass live through the bones, but it does not penetrate through them, so the blood does not come out much. But for the stone to stop in the body, was the impact huge, and the glass live was beginning to peel away the painful white eyes.

Is Obles not so used to beating these enemies up close again, or are you nervous about hunting down Glass Live, which doesn't seem as easy as the battle advantage. Breathing with his shoulders, he stopped the hand once he struck a stone in the right corner of the glass live.

"Yeah, only bad luck is a strong guy. The longer these guys live, the worse."

"What... ha"

Glass Live was suffering from severe pain, not long before responding to Obres' illness. Glass Live is never weak as an Arnelian priest, but he's not used to it in action either. It's been a long time since I've had pain in action, because I'm not the kind of priest I've been fighting with on the front lines. I can't find any particular means of confrontation, only by holding my belly down and nodding. The use of attack magic in Arnelia can only be used by those on pilgrimage assignments, and mastery is not permitted.

Not that Obles knew that much, but he was fighting at a distance without alarm from Glass Live. If they make it impossible to use their right hand, it's because Obles is going to be in trouble this time. It was just then that Obles took a deep breath and tried to wield a gavel to stab him in the glass live. The door of the room opened abruptly.

Ovres looking back in that direction with a stiff look. Glass Live also looked at you with the fat sweat on your forehead again. If it is the Temple Knights who come in, the situation is reversed. A knight would pack a distance with him and slap the hammer off instantly, even while Obles slaps one stone.

But it was Saul who came in through that door. When he entered the room, he closed the door with a pattan and then saw what was going on in the room. Saul realizes the situation and compares Obres to Glass Live with a stiff look.

"Priest..."?

"Well, here we are, Saul... and I'd like you to call people."

"Don't listen to this guy, Saul!

Glass Live begged, Obles screamed, and Saul shook his shoulder terribly. Saul is a carefree little boy. It's like when you shout out, that's all you hide in the shadows. He was hiding behind a bookshelf and watching the two of them.

But Obles glanced at Saul with a stronger eye, and invited him to himself. Saul then approached Obres with his hands behind him. Ovres allowing you to pull that sole behind you and face the glass live again.

"Wait, Saul. I'm sorry I've been so hard on you. I'll help you now."

"Obles, kill the priest that... kill, huh?

"Oh yeah, we can't help but be all happy. You don't have to look, I'll do it all!

Obles threw the stone into the universe with the voice of readiness and tried to hammer it. But the stone had fallen to the ground without being slapped, and Obles had stopped that action of slapping the hammer.

Obles doesn't know what happened to him and explores the causes of his stopping his body. If you look, isn't there a knife standing on your right belly? At the tip of that knife flowing with blood, nothing else was wet in blood and shaking my hands, it was Saul.

Continued