The Branded Female Fencer

"Dear Zems, how about later?

"- As usual"

"Copy that. Then you'll make it a burial. Because cremation just stands out."

When Dart bewitched, the soil slowly took the shape of his mouth and swallowed Bardo's body in a remote position first. Next, Ortina. At the end, Misha and Lidil, lying mutilated beside her, swallow.

Riddill is not dead yet. But there was no anger in that expression, only despair could be seen. Lydill did everything he could. Growing up in the woods, he fought with his full body spirit, using his physical abilities, which he cultivated against nature, and the sword moves guided by Bardo, and the sorcery taught by Ortina. But instead of bearing fruit, the effort did not even rival Zems in scratching properly.

When the loss was decided, Riddill was struck by a strange feeling. I am a brave man who defeats the Demon King. I wonder who the hell is he who defeats himself. And I wonder what those who defeat themselves who are supposed to be just. What the hell have we done to just welcome ourselves to this death? I wasn't convinced at all by Lydil.

Lydil heard his voice clearly as such questions roamed through his head, and his vision was about to be closed by dirt. It was Dart who spoke out, but I don't care whose word that is. Only its contents and expression were engraved as deep and deep as a code on the back of Lydil's brain.

"Why did we do this? Isn't it decided, because it's fun? You can tell by looking at our faces, can't you?

Lydil's eyes opened slightly only for a moment, and its shape turned into something that aggregated resentment. But even the look on Riddill's face is only one element of pleasure for them. Seeing Riddill and the others swallowed deep into the bottom of the earth, Zems and the others slowly left the spot. And then there was just the silence - no, there was actually someone watching the whole tragedy. That's way overhead of them. It's also big in this forest, on a big tree.

"That was..."

"Hmm, I didn't know we were going to do this far"

A young man and a woman with wings on her back were watching this sight all the time. The blue-cut woman looked at him as if to seek salvation from a young man who did his hand to his chin and thought of something.

"Did you have some imagination of doing it this far? Arshhuntra?"

"Well. If you look at the air that's stopping around him, you'll see. I don't know, but I just knew I was doing something that wasn't really Locke, and I didn't know it."

"Then why are you overlooking it? Are you a brave man, too?

The woman peered at Arshhuntra as she asked. But Arshhuntra shook his head like trouble.

"You can't. I don't like to fight. And Zems is the strongest. If you want to beat him, you have to work out a plan with the intention of setting him up and killing him from the start. I don't like killing like that."

"It's not a matter of likes or dislikes..."

"No, that's the problem. For me."

Arshhuntra ran out of words. It was unusual for him, and it was just a saying not to let a woman tell her two mouths. It was a very strong object in the tone of a man who was flustered from time to time and didn't know what he was thinking.

"I'm not proud of you, but I'm a windmill. Do whatever you want and live as you please. Because life is short. What's wrong with doing whatever you want in the meantime? Sure, I don't mean to bother people. But on the contrary, I've never thought about purposefully banging bad guys."

"But"

"But there's no snagging. It would certainly be easy to punish someone for their sins. But is that punishment really commensurate with sin? Zems may stop if he kills. But just killing him is worthy of his sins? Is it such a felony that you have to kill me again? What about the people he's saving? Besides, who will judge my sins for my killing him?

Arshhuntra speaks and shows passionately like a bard. In that tone, the woman squeezed her mouth so that she would lose. Arshhuntra leaps from one branch of the tree where he was sitting to the next.

"What I'm trying to say is, well, there's no point in thinking about it here. There will eventually be punishment for their sins. That I might put down, or maybe someone else. Or it could be in a different way, or it could be nothing. But to the best of my knowledge, there's no way there's anything like that. That's the cause and effect."

"... do you want to be free from that cause and effect?

"That's the spirit that lives a long time. It's not satirical, Wintier. That's what I'm saying. Then I'll go now."

To put it that way, Arshhuntra jumped down the branch while doing a bye. Wintier didn't have time to call, and the brave left.

"Oh! Damn, what a whim... I've never seen anyone more casual than me, the Spirit of the Wind, etc. But thanks to him, we were saved."

The Wintiers were taking a path east to east rather than being chased by the lifeless where they formerly lived. But one demon king after another appeared in the prairie, and they had lost their destination. In the midst of this, they were saved by the young men who appeared wandering. That is the brave Arshhuntra.

When he quickly kicked the demon king, he covered this forest with a kind of junction. Strangely enough, the bond he built was never broken into by the Demon King, and it continued to activate. And it was because of that which hath not appeared in this forest the kind of warcraft that is unclean. The most temperamental creatures are utterly frightened by the atrocities committed in this forest and refuse to show signs.

The fact that Zems defiled it with blood would no longer allow this forest to be used as a living area either, but Arshhuntra wow, it meant that in a few days almost no sign of the Demon King would disappear from this prairie. The Winthiers didn't know why they could say that, but even though Arshhuntra was a lousy man, they knew he would never say the right thing in such a serious decision, so they decided to believe his words.

The Wintiers will have to look for their own base again. Now they flew away from the spot, thanking the great tree who had often turned to them.

And - beneath the great tree, where no one is anymore, the ground partially protrudes. When the dust, and the exuberant soil, turns, from there an arm without hands searches for an object that still manages to grasp the ground. But there was no such thing, and the arms stopped moving for a while, but now something happened by bouncing the ground all at once.

"Huuuuuuu"

When the man sucked the air into his lungs for the first time in a while, he stumbled onto the spot. We used up all our power just to get out on the ground. I knew this would happen. Whether you're on the ground or not, your own life will be exhausted.

Then why did you stop being wrapped up in a tranquil death under the ground? That's only because a man thought we couldn't stand to be buried without anyone knowing what we were doing. If they knew what they had done, if they wished, they would even fulfill their revenge, even if they were spirits, but demons, or demons, but men didn't even think it was okay to sell their souls.

"Someone... someone... still dies, no"

"Yes, sir. Did I call you?

What the man saw was a boy like an old man with an ugly, warped face. The man thought it was like a demon king. But I couldn't help it. I no longer care why there are such people here. But the man began to talk to Pepper about things he hadn't even heard.

"Come and see the end of the demon king who unleashed it on the prairie, oh wow! There have always been people who do tragic things. Though my hobbies seem to suit me!

"Please... avenge..."

The man leaned over to the boy as if to snuggle, but he didn't have enough hands to grab his feet. But the boy just looked down at the man, seemingly funny.

"Vengeance? No, it stinks. If you want to do it, why don't you do it yourself?

"I'm... dying soon, so..."

"Then you have to die to do it yourself, don't you? I could help you out of here, but what?

To that word, my vigour came back to the man's eyes. But in an instant, the eyes sink dark again.

"Anyone... if you will fulfill this grudge..."

"Whoa, you're really gonna die like this. I don't know how much I regret it later, but then by entering into a contract, my name is Anomaly. Are you sure... it was Riddill?

When the man nodded lightly, Anomaly nodded back with the best smile, and disappeared. This time, there was nothing under the tree. Yes, except for the traces of digging back the body, nothing.

Continued