The Branded Female Fencer

"There's no name for you guys!

"Just kidding..."

Faster than Fairtoose put it back, a giant ice-cold hit the boy directly. It was Swede, the ice witch, of course, who let it go. The boy was blown straight into the woods so that he could be crushed by the ice-column, and eventually heard the sound of the ice-column piercing the ground with the impact.

Fairtoose's thoughts had stopped at the sudden attack of the ice witch. Fairtoose looks at her to confirm Swede's intentions. But despite what could be described as an act of murder, Swede had flatly walked over to Fairtoose.

"White witch, you don't need a name for that hungry ghost. But it's obviously the enemy. If you're an enemy, you can eliminate it."

"Yes, but"

"That hesitation will kill you. I don't know if you've been through any real wars or rough times. Those days were unintentional, deceptive, ambush, darkness, blackmail, anything. Because a dead guy can't even give you a chance to say grudges.

Look, I'm not a starving ghost to that extent. Whatever, it's like getting in a bunch of witches and selling fights. And keep your perimeter on alert. Something's wrong. "

As Swede said, the forest, which should have been turned into a quiet area by the Witch's kingdom, was regaining more hustle and bustle than a blur. When Fairtoose felt the anomaly, Ingvar had already launched an urgent signal towards the sky.

A trick of light launched into heaven like a lighting bullet lit the night darkness, and the boy slowly came out of the woods in its bright lights.

"Oh man, there were some violent witches. Thought the sisters were more cautious, though?

"According to the other party. Shitty hungry ghosts who defile our regiment will need to be punished. Well, for the rare great evil spirits who lead evil spirits."

When the boy heard Swede's words, he spread his hands as if to stand aside.

"He's a fucking hungry guy. I'm not too happy... would you call me Doom properly?

"Is it a name that means' nightmare 'in old words? Those who have named them also have a bad taste. Who the hell named you?

"Come on... are you sure it's Orangeable? Speaking of which, I'm not sure what's going on around here."

Doom twists his neck, but at the same time an army of aliens emerges from the woods one after the other.

"The army of demon kings..." you say? Stupid, the line hasn't... "

"I don't know what that means... anyway! My purpose is to destroy this regiment! Trouble is, we can have a big coalition here. Humans need only be in a position to be hunted without power. You don't need a righteous ally to fight back."

"Don't be ridiculous! Who remains to be hunted. Not to humans, such as those who sit and wait for death!

When Fairtuce cries out, from behind him comes one witch after another, and his servants, and his protectors. All the strong ones out of line. Fairtoose stood with herself.

But when you see the witches gathering, Doom laughs invincibly.

"Apparently, he thinks he can get through this place. Okay, well, can you?

"It's not whether you can do it or not, you do it. That you stood in front of the best forces of war in the world, regret it!

One sorcery after another is released from the witches along with the decree of Fairtoose. In the woods, which were quiet, suddenly cried out at the time of the war, and a storm struck.

"White witch, are you alive?

"Yeah, nothing yet. But..."

"Oh, we're getting progressively disadvantaged"

Swede was right, the war situation was gradually at a disadvantage. Night fights first. It's not all about the land without the lights, the witches with good eyes at night, and we can't help but turn around in chanting after our enemies are in sight. Witch magic is powerful, but it takes a lot of chanting just when it comes to a blow that leads to the Demon King.

And it was very miscalculating to Fairtoose, but there were too many witches gathered in this place. They use the magic of each attribute, but those magic were too diverse and the spirits and elements of the field were rough. For example, by using flaming magic continuously, the attributes of the field tend to be in a direction that is easier to use flaming magic, but on the other hand, using a wide variety of sorcery, the spirits and elements collide with each other, which makes it difficult to use sorcery itself.

Of course, there's no way they wouldn't know the basics of magic like that, but they didn't envisage using so much magic nonetheless. There's never been a thought in history of witches meeting together and sifting their power, and there's no way you've ever thought about anything that comes on board a regiment of witches and sets up a battle.

"There are too many demon kings... I've heard stories, but not so much. I was going to finish dozens of them earlier."

"Me too. So many demon kings, from where the hell? More than that, how could we have broken through our boundaries"

Fairtuce had some witches working with him to build a junction that was also equal to a 'castle' around him. This regiment is forbidden except for witches and their guests. Of course, there are accidental treatments that prevent travelers from getting lost. It is therefore not the kind of junction that repels an intruder, but what approaches is a junction that strengthens the 'paying people' indefinitely, making them feel like they want to leave the surroundings surrounded by junctions. It's powerful enough to make it impossible to walk with dizziness and nausea if you get close to it.

It is also difficult to break the world because it does not have a reality. Although it is also possible to forcefully break a junction that physically stops an intrusion, a junction formed solely by magical factors also needs a trick to be lifted. If we were to break it, it would be more than just magic, and there's no way that the broken witches wouldn't notice.

It is true that it has not been demonstrated to the Demon King how far 'paying people' is valid, but even birds, other creatures and warcraft cannot break into this kingdom. There must always be some effect on the Demon King.

Fairtoose dropped backwards rather than a paragraph in the battle, but there he could afford to think for the first time. We no longer know who or where in the hustle and bustle of battle. I feel like I caught Ingvar and Drafanella at the edge of my sight fighting too, but I couldn't afford to check around with Fairtoose until Swede grabbed me by the arm.

Ah. Swede offered drinking water to Fairtoose, where the battle's shortness of breath continued.

"Want a drink?

"Thank you"

Fairtoose climbed onto the water as if drinking Erikshire. I know exactly how I was dry.

After a breath, Fairtoose finally had a sober thought back.

Continued