The Branded Female Fencer

"Welcome back, Silence"

It was Silence that Doom greeted. Doom was sitting dignified in the Azito where Obres used to be, where he was just sitting there playing cards with Osiria.

But I don't even react at all to Doom's greeting whether Silence is in a bad mood after coming back. Doom was watching Silence for a while, as somewhat unexpected. Because Doom thought Silence was the most decent conversationalist among black magicians, regardless of its nature. And while Doom was taking a look at it, Osiria was dignified and squid.

"It's Cole, Doom"

"Oh. All right, it's open!... that?

"My win. Now totals my win over. Time for the punitive game."

"Hey, wait a minute! Doesn't that hand tag smell like some kind of tick?

"I'm not manly, Doom. Taipei, cock-pin, binta? Choose the disease. Or is it all a reward for you?

"That's an anomaly character! Then it doesn't seem to hurt the most, cock pin."

"Okay."

But Osiria's right hand began to contain magic. Doom sweating sloppily when he sees it.

"Yeah, yeah!? Why are you doing all this magic?

"Don't be magical. No one's ever said that."

"Well, yeah, but there's something about common sense in the world."

"Common sense doesn't work for dead people. If you're a man, be prepared."

"It seems to be rampant, it's... heh heh!

Doom is blown away by Osirian blows and plunges into the wall. But Osiria wiped her right hand just because she touched something dirty. I can't even see some fullness in that look.

Silence, however, doesn't even react to such interaction. Seeing how it goes, Doom talks while wearing a dirty robe.

"What happened, Silence?"

"It's a little frustrating."

In response, Doom wanted to say that it would not be somewhat. Because Silence was clearly letting go of the killing. I imagine Doom is still desperate to hold on to this, but I recall someone saying, "Silence is belligerent to appearance". Look at that. Oh, my God, Doom was convinced.

Doom sits on the couch again and speaks to Silence.

"As Silence should, this town will soon be on fire. Your puppets set fire to each other. [M] I don't know how many there are, but it seems faster than putting out the fire. Is this your master's order?

"Yeah. Either way, that means, well, you can do it now. Apparently, Arnelia will be auditing you, and you should ash it before you can look into it all. Sometimes it's not good to be looked into."

"Heh. Like what?

Doom asked with a sloppy but lumpy smile. As a doom, I'm interested in the tricks that other magicians do. Doom is also interested once the plan is made, especially since silence is often thorough on the back.

Silence also begins to rap for what it's worth to talk about his own achievements.

"Arnelia has' shackles' on her. Most of all, this was not our plan, but Miriazal's own disaster. But these shackles are hardly under our control. Therefore, the glass live was to be the second shackle that could be controlled, but its purpose was not fulfilled. This is an unscheduled matter. Even though this I purposefully played his friend and at the end of the day I politely let him drink the liquid that makes him the Demon King of Anomalies.

On the day I find out that it was the two boys who ruined this situation, can my mind guess?

"Right. It's the kid who got in the way. Then that's upsetting."

Osiria looked at Doom unexpectedly for the words, but Doom didn't say anything more because he seemed to be completely on the shelf about himself.

And while Doom nods with pleasure, Silence starts laughing at the creeps. Both Osiria and Doom looked at him simultaneously for that unexpected behavior.

"What's wrong, Silence?"

"No, I thought I had more fun. 'Cause there's someone who's been selling fights directly to me, right? I've only been plotting a shadow conspiracy lately, and I'm a little tired of it.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I love conspiracies. The pioneering I plan and know nothing on stage leaps and plays a tragedy. There is no better pleasure than this. In that sense, this town was the perfect theater for me, but the thing is that I get tired of drinking any amount of wine every day. Maybe it was time for me to move on to my next hobby, too.

The next prey is that boy. I'm looking forward to seeing how much that boy can resist. "

That's how Doom and Osiria looked at each other, to Silence, who kept laughing. They've never seen a silence that looks so fun to laugh at. Doom was observing him with a little intrigue that the graceful princely man also had these sides.

And suddenly silence, who stopped laughing perfectly, speaks to Doom.

"Sometimes Doom"

"What?

"What is your job? This land is my realm, and what this event did on Master Oranzeble's orders. What the hell are you doing on this land?

"Uh, uh..."

Doom worried for a moment about what to say, but this place tried to cut through by telling half the truth, half the lies. It's very hard to tell a complete lie, but it's very hard to tell when the truth is mixed up.

"You know what I do, Silence?

"Somehow. I don't know the details."

"Then I've taken care of you, and I'll tell you. My job is to recover artifacts and contaminate the land. In addition to that, I train or associate more to increase my strength"

"Collecting relics... I did it with Titania before, but you're also there. But this is the first time I've heard of contamination of land, how exactly do you do it?

Doom answers that question well just because he's been waiting.

"Easy. I think you already know, but you leave a part of yourself, like my men do, or you splurge the evil spirits. So, the creatures of darkness live in a good environment."

"I see, the Demon King summons creatures such as orcs and goblins. We do need such an environment. Will it also help to weaken the forces of Arnelianism or disperse its goals"

"Yeah, well, it's going to be the blind eye to our actions, right? I'm pretty busy back there, too."

Doom is good at talking, but Silence listened in silence. If this were lifeless, you would have ignored it and left by now, and Dragreo would have said, "I don't know! He will say," I am looking forward to a positive fist. "

And now Doom speaks to Silence in an intriguing way.

"Now it's my turn. What did Silence tell you to do by crushing this country?

"Oh, I haven't been informed in detail about that either. But your master only said," I need sacrifice. "

"Sacrifice... enough to need the number of people per town?

Doom asked feeling somewhat frightened. Sure, I ask for sacrifice myself, but Doom thinks it's so greedy that a city of this size wants the whole thing. The population of this town is roughly 300,000. And he still reflects that he was a modest man. And Doom shuddered at the silence that could kill so many humans without knowing why.

Silence speaks further.

"Not yet, Doom. In the near future, Master Oranzeble said that further planning was under way. Maybe we'll see more intense ruin."

"More intense than this, huh? I can't imagine being modest."

Silence laughed and heard Doom blurry to show.

"Right, sure, you may be modest compared to me. Hey, Doom. Have you ever wanted to destroy a human being?

"No, you don't? 'Cause that's so boring when all the toys are gone, isn't it? I need them to live to some extent."

"That's still what you thought... that's what you would say, but I'm somewhat different"

"To? How?

Continued