The Branded Female Fencer

Dawn a few days. The stories of the witches are endless. They talk to humans as if to take back that lag for what they usually only talk about with nature. Originally they were also human women. I would say if three women came by, but there were currently more than 50 witches here. It will be easy to imagine that it is no longer a noise where it may be.

But the expression of the three witches who hosted it had gradually turned into something sinister in the past few days. Try them, they would have accepted this as a grand feast if it were a regular witch regiment. But the purpose of this witch regiment is different. The purpose of this regiment was not just to warm up old relationships, but to come up with an opinion on measures to be taken against the ever-increasing Demon King and what to do against the Orange Bull behind it. And in that discussion, I wanted to hear what Anschelen, the witch of the woods, had to say.

Anscheren is close to the oldest of witches. One of the disciples and witches of the legendary wizard Meechatres, said to have existed once, she had the ability to divine a near future. But one day Meeshatres forbade her to use her abilities, and suddenly disappeared from this world. The disciples of Anscheren and Meechattress will partake to those who exalt the children of Meechattress and those who descend into the field as they wish.

But Anscheren freed only part of his abilities, and with his power became what was also the witch's opinion number, and the witches, who had lost sight of the way to go from time to time, had visited her. Fairtoose has never been in her care directly, but I know that rumor she doesn't ask for anything in return, and I thought Anschelen's personality was credible enough. That's why Fairtoose wanted to hear Anschelen's opinion on this course of action.

Yes, the purpose of Fairtoose was for the witches to work with the Magic Church, the Instructor, the Arnelian Church and even the Orimpas Church to counter the threat of the Oranzebles and the Black Mages, and even as a result, they wanted to discuss what was the best hand in the process.

It is still only Fairtoose, Ingvar and Drafanella who know this fact at the moment. A lot of the later witches think it's just a bunch of bunches, and the well-behaved ones will only think so much that there's something behind it. Fairtoose thinks so.

Ingvar walked over to her like that once.

"Fair"

"Ingvar. I wonder what's going on"

Fairtuce smiles and looks back at Ingvar, pushing and killing his inner frustration and anxiety. But Ingvar poked at Fairtooth's forehead like that.

"What are you doing?"

"You don't have to be strong until you're in front of me. And Drafanella. You must be in a hurry because Anschelen at heart isn't coming, huh?

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"Naturally, I think we've been dating for years"

Ingvar put his hand on his hips and insisted slightly proudly on Fairtoose. Black eyes peek a little from her forehead, where her face is half hidden.

"300 years... may it have been"

"That's right. Still we've known each other since we were chicks. Sitting in opposite pole attributes, we had many opportunities to meet with something. Don't bother with each other because the attributes are opposite poles."

"Yes, yes. We're best friends, aren't we? I mean, it just feels like the opposite pole."

"Sure. We're pretty much the opposite of everything. If I loved reading books very much, Fair was good at moving my body and learning magic in the field. When I said I should be cautious, Fair must have acted boldly"

"Oh, maybe you still have the issue from your master at your root?

"Come on, what do you think?

By the time Ingvar laughed dull, Drafanella walked over to where the two of them were. Beside it was the ice witch, Swede. She raised her blue and white hair, shaking off her flaky hair once and approaching Fairtoose and the others.

Drafanella with Swede talks to Fairtoose and the others.

"Both of you, okay? Swede wants to talk to you."

"I don't mind that..."

"I'm sorry for the tranquil discussion."

The look on Swede's face with one word of apology was harsh. The look on her face, originally an ice field witch, is also said to be ice itself, but nevertheless this time it was not just cold, it was accompanied by a sense of urgency that made her feel something urgent.

"Anschelen's not coming."

"Yeah, right. But I don't know where she is, or maybe she's in trouble."

"It won't. I have already been a witch for 700 years. Anschelen and I have known each other longer than you, but that woman is the one who will always show up without calling if needed. Clearly, it's an anomaly that it has no shadow or shape. Around here, Iyad is using birds to stretch sensor-substituted junctions over a wide area, and that's why I let the Iyad demon go to Anscheren. Will it be nearly a month?"

Fairtoose stiffened herself as Swede gave her a bitter look. Because I clearly figured out that the anxiety in Fairtoose could be told in words.

Swede tells, as usual, in a pale tone.

"But the wizards of Ayyad have returned. You know what that means?

"Yeah... I mean Anschelen is already dead. Or locked up in a place where the demon can't find the place."

"Well I guess that's the place. I mean, the information on this witch regiment has already been leaked to someone, and I'm not sure about Anschelen's life or death. And, then, this regiment itself has already wandered off meaning. Is it not very dangerous to stay here like this? The witches have their own territory and always have some sort of consultation. It's time for problems everywhere."

Swede's point was the best. But Swede doesn't know everything. Besides, Fairtoose thought the impending crisis was enough to risk the whole life of the witch here. When that happens, we can't break up this regiment, but we couldn't hold it any more caricaturally, as Sweden put it.

Fairtuce sent her gaze to Ingvar and Drafanella and began to speak after obtaining their silent understanding.

Continued