The Branded Female Fencer

Fairtoose brought up the matter of Alphilis. Of course it's not just a figure, it's the use of magic she shows, its affinity for magic. And two-sided. Fairtoose tried to run into her own doubts as to whether such a person had ever existed before.

Swede was seriously thinking about the question, but eventually he wore it.

"I see. It's a really interesting story, but unfortunately my knowledge doesn't have examples of such people. I'm sorry."

"No, that's fine."

"But I can come up with some reasoning about that alphilistic figure."

The unexpected words of Swede drew everyone's attention to her.

"First. The daughter said she would deal with all attributes of witchcraft. But that's not going to happen in real life. As we all know, magic is all eight attributes, but there are five lines in it, and each attribute has its own counterpart. Contracting with the magic of conflicting lineages therefore requires a great deal of effort, and most of the time it cannot be compatible in the first place. The great sorcerer of history, King Graham the hero, was considered the greatest sorcerer of all time by dealing with the six systems, but he is a 'sorcerer', not a 'wizard'. That was thought to be because Graham spent his abilities on mastering multi-lineage witchcraft while being talented enough to be a wizard.

Graham's talent is definitely a millennial one. Of course, it's possible that Alphilis is more talented than him, but it's unlimited. "

"Sure. If we were to have so much talent, we wouldn't even be Anschelen, we'd be distracted. What the Spirit can't possibly not welcome the birth of such a bearer of magic"

Drafanella hammered.

"That's right. Another possibility is that Alphilis is extremes of rational magic. That is witchcraft developed in the Sorcery Church, but in theory it is possible to use all eight systems. However, in the end, it is also questioned in terms of its output, on top of the fact that it takes too long for the operation from converging the Spirit to activating magic. Though the problem may have been solved in a thousand years, I must say that it is still unlikely at the moment.

One possibility now is that Alphilis uses a completely different kind of magic than what is now known. But this would be the least likely. At any rate, no race exists that is more magical than true dragons and high elves. The strength of magic remains the power to deal with spirits and elements that are the smaller units of nature. It's just that humans are better than them. Once upon a time, we witches did not appear as powerful as high elves or true dragons. "

"Right..."

Fairtoose seemed convinced by Swede's theoretical words and actions, but Ingvar was different. She remembered how theoretical Swede's words caught her somewhere.

"(Really... wouldn't you? Fair seems convinced, but it's only when she's convinced that I have to think about it. It is also an advantage that can be achieved because it is a conflicting one.

Swede certainly has the best opinion. But it's too much. Until now, alphilis is certainly unexplained by the logic that has led us to believe that we are. But what if there's ever been a contradiction in the theory itself? Questioning that point would deny knowledge of high elves and true dragons, but only if...) "

It was Drafanella's hand that interrupted Ingvar's thinking to think. Drafanella pointed to a point in the woods with her other hand as she placed that hand on Ingvar's shoulder.

If you noticed, the other faces stared at you.

"Guys, what the hell..."

"Yes, you shouldn't..."

What a rumored Anscheren it was that they had broken into a painting of the woods they were talking about. Anscheren is a witch with long enough hair to originally land, but she was usually characterised by the use of kachusha to flush that hair behind her, causing a gentle grin.

But now I shake that hair, and I don't see the expression very well. But from time to time, the eyes, except between those long hairs, were completely bloody and even maddened. And the clothes were already worn out, and they didn't even seem to make me feel like a woman.

Fairtoose unexpectedly rushed to her, looking too closely at the woodland witch, said to be one of the most discreet of the witches. Ingvar was taken aback, Drafanella didn't even move her expression about what she was thinking, and Swede watched Anschelen looking very surprised.

And Fairtuce grabbed that shoulder and shook it as he held Anscheren in his arms.

"What's wrong, Anschelen! What happened to you?

"Ah, ah... aaaaaaaaaaa!

Screaming like a madman from Anschelen's mouth. Fairtuce, who is grabbing Anscheren's shoulder, inadvertently nearly caught that hand, but vice versa, that hand was grabbed by Anscheren. Anscheren's hand is as thin as a dead tree, and he can't feel alive. Fairtoose tries to shake off that hand by surprise, but Anscheren's arm strength was so strong that he doesn't think it belonged to a woman very much.

Words are uttered so that the creaking noise leaks from Anscheren's mouth.

"Wow, I... I shouldn't have come here..."

Anschelen speaking with a vain eye, shuddering her jaw as she shuddered. Her eyes have not seen Fairtoose already.

Anscheren's nails eat into Fairtuce's arms, but Anscheren kept talking about it without worrying about it.

"Look, I saw it... when I was the source of the disaster. I could see my friends dying in front of me, distorted by snoring, as if I were a dry dead tree... so I put a short knife in my chest -"

"Hold on, Anschelen! What's wrong with you?

Anschelen catches the eye of the Yubbling Fairtoose. Its eyes gradually focused, and the eyes of blood-running madness seemed to regain sanity only for a moment.

"Fairtoose..."

"Anschelen, what happened? I want to ask you something."

"Sorry, it's all too late"

The face of Anschelen, who told him so, was colored with despair, and peace. Shortly afterwards, Anscheren's body rapidly lost its vitality, wrinkled like a wave, his eyes lost moisture, and his body rapidly turned into a mummy while grabbing Fairtuce's arm.

Fairtoose, who doesn't have time to scream about the sudden events, but eventually something lost from Anscheren's body seemed to be sucked at his feet, and he began to stretch in an impossible direction as a shadow, taking the human form.

And when the shadow of the human form swung off the robe, a boy emerged from it.

"Phew... I knew I didn't like possession. It drains a lot of power and is very inefficient. You don't want to do it again, even though it's an act to get past the Witch's kingdom. It won't be cramped."

"So, who is it!

Unleashed from the mummified Anschelen, the boy laughs when he sees his best screaming fairtooth.

Continued