The Branded Female Fencer

"What!?

It was the knight in the heart of Glass Live who raised his voice. It was already obvious to everyone that life was dying from the eyes of Obles. I never thought my right hand would suddenly move in that situation. And the hammer on his right hand was swinging down on Obres himself.

When Obles waved the hammer off and struck himself, Obles began to push toward the glass live, like a puppet with a broken thread, neatly. No, I might also have said that I'm rather dragged by some invisible yarn.

Towards that obress, the knight quickly pulled out his sword and protruded his sword deeply. The knight who hit him as he was tried to block Obles' path, but Obles' body didn't even try to stop with that knight, which was much bigger than his own.

"Come on, you guys!

With the voice of the man, who is also the captain of the knight, the knights around him also put their swords up against Obres one after another. But still, Obres shows no sign of stopping. At that stage, for the first time, Glass Live noticed Obres rushing toward him. Glass Live was about to enter the bedroom with Elsia.

Glass Live kept his eyes closed and was stunned to see Obres rushing into himself looking like a dead man.

"What are you doing, stop that child!

"And I won't stop! With great power."

"Priest, run away!

"I don't care if they tell me to run..."

The bedroom is a room that Glass Live herself has tightly sealed off so the boys don't run away from themselves. It's not something you can run away from right now. That's what I did, because it's a glass concert like no other.

You can't rush around your room or naturally find a way out. For the first time, the color of fear floats in the glass live.

"Oh, you guys. Tear that child to pieces!

"What? But in this position..."

"If we let go of our hands with the sword, this boy's assault will accelerate even further"

"Then for each of you..."

Fearless Glass Live began to bewitch herself. It is the most defensive sorcery he can use. Hearing that chant, the knights scream as they try to stop Obres.

"Are you insane, priest! If we do that, so do we."

"I'm not going to die!

Magic activated with that voice from Glass Live. A huge shield of light emerges between the glass live and the obres. A high-ranking sorcery that combines physical and magical barriers, if chanted with due process. Naturally its shield of light does not allow foreign objects to cross itself, and knights caught in sorcery are blown away. If they are not in the habit of constantly applying certain defensive magic to themselves as Temple Knights, it is not strange that their limbs are a thousand slices flying.

"Bye."

"Grr!"

The knights were blown away and Glass Live was relieved to recognize the magic activation, but he forgot the key thing. That all the stones Obles slapped with a hammer earlier ignored the influence of witchcraft.

"Now... what?

Obres reveals himself through the shield of light formed by the glass live. That speed wasn't very fast for some reason, but that was why it was supposed to have enough effect on bringing more fear to Glass Live.

The face of the glass live distorts into fear.

"Why, why don't you stop! Obles, forget what you raised..."

But Obles answers nothing. Just moving towards Glass Live. The knight, who was the belly of Glass Live, tries to help his husband in discipline, but ironically, the shield of light put up by Glass Live himself gets in the way and doesn't let him in the room.

In doing so, Obles' body moves closer to the glass live. The glass live then tumbles into Elsia's sleeping bed and falls back. And I lay on my back in a glass live, dressed like an obress.

"Dear Glass Live!

"Help me quickly..."

Obres' right hand hits just the chest of the glass live. Then the arm begins to plunge into the chest of the glass live. Obres' right arm rips through the skin of the glass live, tears the flesh, and breaks the bones and proceeds -.

"So, someone. Don't let me die in here yet... Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A voice that was neither disconnected nor distressed by the glass live echoed into the room with the sound of shattering bones, but no one could do anything but hear the voice. Eventually all that appearance was revealed when the shield of light cast by Glass Live itself disappeared, but it showed that Glass Live itself could no longer maintain its magic.

And what everyone who was on the spot saw was Obres, who put more than half of his body in a glass live. Glass Live, full of pain and would have died screaming, and Obles, who died making up what should have been made up of a serene face in contrast, were precisely the object. Obres and I never wanted it. Maybe it's not the end. But the expression was satisfactory. Even if no one could understand why, or if the ending wasn't right, he was wrapped up in the fullness of doing what he had to do as a person.

As if it were an object of meat, many people came to shock at its suspicious beauty. The end that no one expected. The end came without most people understanding how this could have happened. No one would have wanted such an end. Perhaps, except for Obles.

The first thing that broke that silence was, unexpectedly, Saul.

"And priests -!!"

Saul hugged him into the glass live carcass as he jumped into the bedroom to roll in. Keep saying, "Oh!" and Saul sobbing as he raised his voice without crying. Fellows and knights of 'Brothers' stare at the figure. And keep sleeping like you don't notice anything, Elsia. What a different air and silence drifted into the room that Saul was the only one raising his voice while there were so many humans in the glass live room.

Maybe that's why. Even the Temple Knights didn't realize what was happening in this room at first. The first thing I noticed about the anomaly that happens in the room was Saul.

Saul felt his own corpse tickle. As Saul stopped crying, those who noticed it little by little looked up.

"Saul... what's up?

"I think the priest has moved..."

Before Saul could finish saying all the words, the glass live, which was solidified like an object, suddenly creeps up. To the sight, many took a step back. Some of them rolled back. Though Saul, who was beside him, was neat to an unrealistic sight, on the contrary.

The glasses opened their eyes slightly in front of them.

"Ugh, I'm in trouble."

"Priest..."?

Glass Live sighed loudly, pounding his shoulders as he bent his neck. The glass lived as Obres stood up in his body, looking around.

"I'm in trouble, this is... I can't believe I've ever been caught up in such a mess. What a waste of time I have had."

"Priest, what have you been wasting?

Saul inquired purely. No, it may be a little different when it comes to purity, but Though Saul was broken by Glass Live, he became dependent on and obeyed Glass Live as much as he did, and that was pure loyalty in a way, not above this.

Also, the voice of the glass live responding to the sole was calm again. That could have been the usual interaction. But the next word the priest would unleash had a terrible meaning.

"Saul, I was overbearing. Until now, I had placed restrictions somewhere in my mind to say that my instincts demanded that my actions against the boys be shameful. But that's over."

"... the priest?

"I stop being patient. Saul, let's start with you, and we'll eat from you."

At that moment, his glass live belly ripped like a big mouth, and he covered his sole to hold him. Though Saul was spared time to resist, he took the act as it were, but his surroundings were taken aback again to see the sight.

The surroundings returned to me all the time when the belly of the glass live began to chew and a lot of blood leaked out of its mouth. For the first time, a large number of screams were raised as Saul's hand, which the glass live spewed out, rolled at the feet of the other boys.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"It's a monster!

"Run away."

In that word someone said, the people who were in the room together to scatter the spider child began to disperse. It was true even of some of the Temple Knights, because so simultaneously men had arrived at the entrance, that at the entrance what had fallen was thrust and stomped by those who followed, and it seemed scattered.

Aside from the cause of this anomaly, the remaining Temple Knights in the room were a stepping stone because of their duty to protect people against the anomaly in front of them, but they could not hide the upset about the change in the priesthood they had served themselves. They even tried to pull out their swords. They remained sticking out to Obres, who was taken in by the glass live and integrated, thus in an unarmed situation. They had no choice but to watch the transformation of the deformed glass live.

In doing so, the transformation of Glass Live had begun in earnest. His fat was thick, ugly and deformed, and his legs were no longer crushed just because it was impossible to support his gaining weight. And the increasing volume just fills the room while you look at it, and the eyes are covered in the increasing fat, and the glass live as if it were a lump of slime, screaming out of nowhere.

"I, uh, stop being patient. Don't hesitate, love people. So me and oh, be one. No!

One hand reaches out from the body of the one who was a glass live. It stretches to the knight captain who was nearest, his own belly.

"Knock."

The Knight captain jerked his own reaching hand and tried to storm the glass live with the candlestick beside him. Sacred farewell by magic on the candlestick, trying to be more or less aggressive. But his legs were taken from something abruptly. When he looked at his feet, his hands were catching him like chunks of fat thrust through the floor.

A knight stabbed the candlestick to shake that hand off, but the candlestick bounced back more to the amount of fat it was. The fat is covered in oil, and it slips through the surface to poke the candlestick. Besides, the elasticity of the fat itself is also considerable.

"Whoa!

The knight tried many times to stick out the candlestick, but in the meantime he was grabbed by one hand stretching out after the other and carried to the mouth of the glass live when he was sealed of motion. It's just that big he didn't fit in one bite, so he was somewhat taken away from all parts of his body and carried to his mouth in a smaller state.

Seeing the spectacle of terror, the other knights fled at once. No one could stop Glass Live anymore. But some of them who tried to escape are caught and preyed upon by what was a glass live.

Eventually a glass live without eaters looked back at Elsia, who was still sleeping.

"Come on, it's the staple of the day."

But when Glass Live looked back at Elsia, there was no one there. All that remains is the slashed chain. Yes, the chains that had bracketed her in the bed were not removed, but slashed.

"Oh?"

It was also once that Glass Live wondered, and now his field of view is half-distorted. Glass Live was with his left eye, looking at his own popped right eye. My right eye was swept from the back of my head.

"Well, who..."

Glass Live couldn't even utter a word, and he was pierced through his brain and accidentally fell into the vertigo. Dust rose on the fall of the giant, and Glass Live fell on his back as he broke his bed.

And he saw. Wave your sword at such a rate that those you know have never seen. It was just the myriad muscles of light, and I forgot and was even in love with the fact that Glass Live was a sword muscle directed at me for so much beauty. At the same time, it was the last sight he saw.

Continued