The Branded Female Fencer

Doom asked back lightly, but he would do the doom and regret it. In his own experience so far, Doom was to expose himself to a storm of intent to kill as much as he had ever felt.

Murder blowing up from Silence's body. It's hopeless, just hatred directed at everything on the spot. Cracks entered the walls and the ground, which are inorganic objects, in their hatred, which would extend not only to the living, but also to the dust and mustard that is around them. Osiria stumbled upon herself, but Doom calmly controlled her while giving her a serious look. What Doom's eyes catch is silence still smiling in a cool face. Doom was convinced. After all, the beautiful young people in front of us are the same strangers as ourselves.

Seeing that doom, Silence pays tribute.

"Surprised. I thought you were a lad who didn't have enough to take it, but I didn't know you'd be scared to see me kill."

"Evil spirits are a threat to people, aren't they? That scares you, doesn't it?

"You're right. My killing affects both organisms and non-organisms. That's no exception to evil spirits, but you still seem to have different digits as evil spirits."

"Thank you. So, why does Silence hate you so much? Or what?

"Everything."

Without precipitation, the uttered words were true though. Silence has spoken words that only make him think he should have done what he did and not heard.

"I hate everything. People, demons, water, fire, sun, moon, light and darkness. I can't help but hate everything in this eye. Too much hate, too much hate, break it with a hug, and rebuild it again, break it. Breaking one thing in one way is not enough. For one thing, I want you to taste how it all breaks."

"... you're the craziest. You know, I'm sorry to keep you guys company, even if you're a bad spirit. I'm gonna be affected this way."

"Take that as your best compliment."

Silence made him bow carefully, so he somehow couldn't even get on the spot in Doom and left the place behind. If you try him, you've already got the artifact of your purpose, and there was no use for this land any more. Even if we don't bother with pollution, this Slasmund is already dark enough.

After even Doom left, Silence, who would later remain, laughed as he watched the inflaming Bünsnell, shrugging forever. Over a thousand of his dolls were unleashed everywhere in this Slasmund, and through his eyes he was crushing his eyes to observe men suffer.

Like watching a movie, he was immersed in sharing in the Azitos that the Obles and the others used forever.

"Oh, boy. You're such a crazy bastard, Silence."

"Yeah, but it's fascinating crazy."

"! What if this is a feeling of cheating!?

Doom looked at Osiria with a stiff face, but Osiria didn't act like she was dealing with him. Whenever Doom tried to say something, he was going to be walking with a man eater, poking Doom in the face.

But if you notice, there's no maneater anywhere.

"Oh... where's Maneater?

"That's right. He's gone somewhere."

From Doom's tone, Osiria realizes that it was half intentional not to have a man-eater.

"... apparently too distracted by the crap"

"Uh... crap, you mean me?

"Why are you silent? Come on!?

Doom, who looks very sad, and Osiria, who disappears. Later there remained a doom to tread on the estate.

The guy has been treading on the estate for a while, but he returns to a serious look.

"A liquid that makes humans drink and change into demon kings? Is Anomaly's research going that far? I don't know if there are any restrictions on use, but I made something convenient. How much damage would you do if you splashed this across the domestic waterway?

And what it means to destroy this land. Sister Elsa said it too, but if we lose this place, the surrounding countries will push over. When that happens, the countries around here are Fluminel, Vegas, Vindal... oh, you know what? Orangeables are bad, too, no. Bad elves, huh? This is definitely going to be a good spark.

But I wonder what 300,000 people need for. I guess there's a reason we haven't been notified around here. "

Doom snorted, like one convinced, yeah yeah.

Meanwhile, Maneater fluttered away from the Dooms, wandering alone. But when she leaves, Doom sees herself sideways, and Maneater knows that this behavior is tolerated.

When that happens, Russian maneaters are motivated. Recently, she thought that eating half-work was not good for spitting, and vomiting was not good for mental health because of repeated eating. The fact that evil spirits have the idea of mental health is already surprising in itself, but it is also evidence that maneaters have begun to have something called individual self.

"As much as I want, I want to luxuriously eat and scatter..."

Many screams were heard in her ears as Maneater was invited to such dark temptations. Firehands are coming up close, and many people are fleeing the building.

"Dinner, I found...!

When Maneater said that, only one person defied the flow of a person as he licked his tongue and went into a crowd of people as he deformed his body.

"Gail, this way."

"Wait, he said you can't run that fast!

With Gayle, it's the layers that run through the fire-handed Bünsnell there. Layer almost reached Gail in a straight line about where he looked. We don't even know if this is the business that layers' innate abilities make them, or whether it's the business that ties with Gail.

But when Layer found Gail, who had been plugged by the waterway, without meeting any of the elderly, he pulled his hand forcefully toward the East Gate, even though other members of the cadre would still be in the other cache. Gail naturally rebelled at the sudden behavior of the lay. Because Gail thought it was about his own child, a very quiet layer.

But the layers were very forceful, and Gail was surprised by the fact that he was being taken so that he was supposed to be pulled over one or more heads. And what was decisive was the phrase "Elsia is waiting at the East Gate". Even the lay know Gail likes Elsia. Besides, the lay dared to lay low on Obles' death. Layers instinctively perceived that there was no time or slack to talk about it.

Gail went with the crack and honesty to the layer, whether he assumed something nasty was going on with the layers, or simply thought it was a prank or some extension. That's because Gail honestly obeyed because he knew that layers would never act maliciously on themselves. Oh, my God, the three of us, Layer, Gail and Elsia, trust each other, and we have very little to hide. Only one thing, except that the layers are hiding their fighting abilities.

In doing so, the layers suddenly change course to the side of the road. Gail following that trail of his.

"Why are you going that way? If it's the East Gate, this is the shortcut, right?

"You're about to collapse. This one's faster."

"Really?

But the moment Layer and Gail missed the side road, Gail heard something make a noise and collapse. That was hard to understand by the echo of the building, but I don't even feel like we heard it from the path we tried to take.

"(This guy, he's a strange guy...)"

Gail is blunt, but never mediocre. Quite a bit of driving, but also a sense of smell that just survives. And I'm confident of my arm. From that Gail, Layer was a very strange boy. You're silent and you don't know what you're thinking, but you don't get involved in every quarrel with wonder. Even though I think I've been involved, I've never been hurt and made people worry about me around. Until then when it's out of hand, but there's always a glimpse by my side when it's at stake. He was such an impressionable boy.

The role of always stopping Gail when he was about to run wild was layers, and when Elsia and Gail were in trouble together, it was always a decision to offer the hand of salvation and lay or obles. I can't even remember Gail being in some kind of danger with the layers.

"(This guy, I wonder if he figured it all out... no way)"

Doubt that Gail was close to the right answer, but it was blocked by Layer's voice.

"Here, hurry up."

"Wait. Wow."

Layers move unstable piles of debris in collapsed buildings as if they were running flat. Bigger body Gail is harder to move, of course, but the layers are faster nonetheless.

"It's like a wild beast, layer guy."

As Gayle bumped and followed after the layer, the layer suddenly pulled Gayle down. Suddenly Gail is surprised.

"What the fuck! Muggu."

"Shh! Quiet..."

Continued