The Branded Female Fencer

"... I'm surprised it's more than I expected. But what will Lord Notice of True Dragon do when he finds out about this?

"I don't care about that either. I'm just using it."

"Yes, thank you to Lord Notice. Sooner or later, the White Witch Fairtoose will send you an immediate greeting."

"Even if you don't care that much, it's enough to look at the fold. I'm not a big deal anyway."

"Ha..."

It's Petefloat who laughs lightly. Looking at him with a slightly pompous eye is the White Witch Fairtoose. Petefloat visited Fairtoose as a Notice user and came to receive the information he sought after the hour had passed. It was only a short time before Petefloat visited Arnelia.

"Then I'll see you again. Until then, please, beautiful people."

"... thanks for that"

That's all Petefloat said. When he unraveled the figure of a person, he returned to the figure of a fairy and flew away into the sky at high speeds. It's a peat float act that looks smelly, but it's quite high-tech as a magic trick. That's what Fairtoose knew, so she didn't say anything.

And dropping off Petefloat, there's a couple of people walking in from behind her.

"Gone, fair?

"Yeah, I went. Drafanella, Ingvar"

It was Ingvar of Darkness and Draphanella of the earth, witches as well as Fairtoose, who appeared all the way out of the darkness. They lay low and watched the discussion while Fairtoose talked to Petefloat.

"But you didn't say the key thing after all. I think he's a snarling, mid-bender, that superior spirit. You got the information from me."

"You're not even spiritual enough. At first, I heard it was a request from the" True Dragon of Wisdom, "which I hid a long time ago, and I thought," Why don't you tell me why? "

"It's not even a secret to us. What the hell are you looking into? I have an approximate idea."

Petefloat told the witches to report any recent anomalies or any minor matters. There was no reason to say no to the witches if it was a request from True Dragon, and they reported that they noticed each other as they were told. The information each collected somehow passed through Fairtoose as well, but she doesn't really see what those signs mean either.

The three of them walk towards the one who opened it, discussing the contents of an indissoluble request verbally. What's bothering them now is that they're in the middle of a coven of witches, and these three are acting as facilitators.

What is a coven of witches in the first place? Speaking of the original meaning, it's nothing more than simply witches interacting. Witches are small in number in the first place. They refer in particular to women (and men are called mentors) among the humans who are allowed to interact directly with fairies and spirits. They interact with fairies, spirits, or other outsiders to reconcile humans with them. Sometimes we teach humans who seek nature, or use our knowledge as witches, especially drugs and medical techniques, to help people. That is the current witch.

Of course, there are a handful of people who don't like to engage with people, and they are far from people, and some are no longer even witches interact with each other. But Fairtoose did not hesitate to speak to those people only this time. She stared at the emergence of the Demon King, and at the black magician's insidiousness, in four or five unspeakable circumstances.

And it was more than three months ago that Ingvar, Drafanella and Fairtoose, who were best friends with Fairtoose and boarded at the Tetrastine of the Magic Church, joined together. At that time it was the beginning of the cohort of witches, but only about 70% of the witches who would still be alive today had assembled.

It's just that the Witch Regiment is supposed to be held for nearly a year, so this much gathering was normal. Rather, I can say that we are getting together well this time. That and this meant that since Fairtoose had skipped hosting a group of witches until now, how many witches like the abandoned wanted to keep each other updated, and that many of them came together in a hurry because Fairtoose was in such a hurry. Fairtoose was just staring at how many were more self-centered, and the way this gathering was a delightful miscalculation.

Still, some witches live on the edge of the continent, and Fairtoose thinks those people have not yet reached it. Witches have a way of contacting only witches from generation to generation, so it is not the first thing that the holding of the regiment itself has not been contacted.

"(It's been a long time since I've had face... and since I haven't been here any more, is it as powerful as the wooden witch Anschelen? Seems like the youngest disciples are still here. Naturally. Without all the witches from each location, it can be inconvenient.)"

Return to that place where Fairtoose is at the behest of the Witch Regiment, looking over each face. There were all sorts of witches there, but many of them seemed young.

Witches have a lot of contracts with spirits. Their presence is closer to nature itself, which makes them extremely slow to grow old. or physical age stops in full season. It was the same reasoning as the Spirit Guardian.

Where Fairtoose had returned, several rings of several to ten people had been formed surrounding the pan. From those who blossom in the Square Mountain Story, they were also discussing their status reports, and their pride in disciples and research results, or the subject of this one, "About the Increasing Demon King Everywhere".

In it I could see a little and a man, but they were the witch's escort. Some of the witches boasted tremendous trust in the area, and some of them proceeded and followed guards by their lords, or their own spiritual protectors. All in all, there are only around 100 human beings here, but as Fairtoose told Tetrastine before, this was also the best place in the world where the forces of war would gather.

Otherwise there would be nothing deep in these woods that would attempt to carry out a regiment in the darkness where it would not be strange to be attacked by demons whenever.

Fairtoose swung her affection as the witches discussing turned to her and appropriately walked over to the witch, who hadn't spoken much yet. As an organizer (host), she had to apologize for her courtesy to the current witches and for long abandoning her duties as a leader before she could tell her story.

What she walked over with Ingvar, Drafanella, was the discussion of those who were said to be flames and ice, and bird witches.

"Evening, Granchelle, Swede, Iyard. Long time no see, may I interrupt?

"Oh, the Witch of Fire Granchelle welcomes conversation with Fairtoose"

"Likewise Ice Witch Swede is welcome"

"Bird Witch Iyad as well"

The witches sat back on the spot when they exchanged hugs instead of greetings. Behind the Granchelle stood a benign man, who remained silent with his eyes meditating. Probably a Granchelle escort. And beside Swede lay a unicorn as white as snow, and a giant bird bigger than man beside Ayyad. They are all famous phantom beasts.

Ingvar also calls a knight, his own escort, to refrain beside him. Drafanella had never been able to follow the escort that way, so she decided to join the conversation while sitting straight in the place and relaxing the contents of the pan.

Fairtoose cuts the talk off. This is the courtesy of those who took part in the cohort of witches and newly joined the conversation. At first, it was considered best to speak out of lack of other love, not necessarily about myself.

"How many years have I been face-to-face with you guys?

"I guess I'm 200 years. We just met when Fair was still wandering the continent."

"Neither do I."

"If I had to go through a bird demon, only 50 years ago. I didn't get a response."

Fairtoose honestly apologized because Ayyard said it was a little obstinate.

"I'm sorry, Iyard. I had a lot going on then too."

"Hmm, since the True Dragon Serpent never goes into action, wasn't it boiling the business?

"Ugh. Why did you..."

"It's already a rumor among witches. Most of the time, realize that the true dragon of the sea has abandoned the ocean to live in such a despicable swamp, which has caught the attention of quite a few people."

"That's right. That's like announcing our friendship to the whole continent. I don't know about the mentors, but how long do you think we've had these 200 years because your friends won't make progress in the witches? Have a little awareness."

Ayard barely threw Drafanella and Ingvar a few mean words too, so Fairtoose was stunned by the unexpected counterattack, while making his eyes black and white.

When the three witches laughed, for the first time in decades, or hundreds of years, they were freed from the mystery of witches and blossomed into stories that had no other love, like a girl.

Continued