The Branded Female Fencer

"Fairtoose, I'll buy you some time. You, chant the magic of the most powerful sacred lineage you can chant at the moment. If it doesn't work with your attack, it's over."

"Yeah, okay. Plus here, I think my people will continue to end up. Let's do something with their help, too."

"Right. Damn, it's a battle for life here. I still can't tell the unsung apprentice that there's a mountain to teach."

Swede heads to Osiria, looking to mourn. Coming to your chest is about your own apprentice, Closess. It was the first time for Sweden to think about something extra before the fight, and I never wondered why I was distracted by that.

The opposite Osiria saw the bitter look of that swede, faintly distorting her mouth and laughing. As if, from the beginning, you can see the battle, but you don't know why you do stupid imitations like that.

Swede asked Osiria, recalling that he would have free will if he also became the fifth evil spirit, with the meaning of buying time.

"Oh, my God, what's your name?

"Osiria. What about you?"

"It's Swede. Ice witches and people call. Still, it's an old language. I don't know about the Goddess of Death. It's odd to say. Is that your birth name?

"Right. That's what people who were my mother named me. Though she didn't seem to know what that meant. You must have been subjected to strange prophecies because you were so powerful as a serial witch. It wasn't until I died that I learned what the name meant, too.

You know what? I feel so good about dying. I've been strangely interested in death itself since I was alive, so I've tried with a lot of different things. At first it did not take that long from small animals until the subject moved to humans and large animals.

I've tried mental death for a long time. I wondered how it was different from the death of the flesh. Besides, if the kids around you die one after the other, they'll be suspicious. I was nervous about breaking your friend without the adults noticing. Still a pain in the ass, so I don't want to do it again though.

It was only after I died that everything became clear. I felt the world connected to me. I could do whatever I wanted from there. I felt like I could do anything, and I've strengthened my powers. It didn't matter if I was alive or dead. 'Cause I was sure this would happen if I died. But it was sealed right away. Though I never got tired of remembering their despair and sorrow even while they were sealed because they had put so many people on the road.

Still, it's only recently that I've really figured out everything. Why am I so interested in dying? Why do I like to see people die? And why do I hate witches so much "

Swede thought it was a commonly spoken evil spirit, but he left it alone when it was time to buy. But now I regret not having just launched an attack. Even though the battle was overwhelmingly more advantageous to take the lead, it was no longer possible to take the lead.

Osirian magic spreads endlessly. A more powerful evil than any other person that Swede has ever seen. Swede understood that enablers and others could not be reached already.

"Heh... heh. Do you have the character to this point? But you're gonna buy me some time, Evil Ghost!

"Really? Sure wouldn't be funny if you didn't scratch my feet. Something boring if you die right away. That's why my vengeance won't clear."

"It's something I and I hated. But I want to hear one thing. Why do you hate witches?

"Well... I'm sure it's something I can no longer reach"

"What?"

Even then, Swede regretted it. Osiria's words and actions were so unexpected that she reacted. The timing of the chant is delayed by one.

In contrast, the power of Osiria does not require chanting. Osiria stared at him, and Swede flew off the scene reflexively. Shortly afterwards, the ground recessed like it had been crushed by something.

"The ground... is the demon eye?

"That's what you call it. It's too obvious a power, so I'm not calling it anything. How long do you think we can hold him?

When Osiria stares, the ground recedes one after the other. Swede didn't fly, but she knows that it won't last forever. Osiria knows that too, so she's hunting it down at her leisure.

"There's no escape anymore, is there?

"What do you think?

A tree loomed behind Swede, and Osiria was convinced of the hit. Of course I'm not willing to end it with a single blow. Then it's boring. But the blow Osiria was supposed to take off. Because Swede made a strange move. The body of the swede moves to slide at an impossible speed.

If you look at the foot, only Swede's foot is covered in ice. If you look closely, it is only after Swede passes that such a change is made.

"Did you instantly freeze the ground?

"That's why I told you I was an ice witch, right? I don't need you to lick me."

"It moves a little like a rat...!

Osiria begins to recess the ground at a more intense rate than earlier. The momentum was tremendous, making the ground blur and deforming it. Not only the soil, but also the small animals that would have been in the ground, or the roots of the sesame grass, or even the roots of the great trees, can jump up.

The evasion of Sweden gradually failed to make it to the overly intense attack, which finally came down just above Sweden. Swede's body was buried in the determined ground, and from Osirian sight Swede's body disappeared. The only thing in its eyes is Swede's right hand.

Are you careless, or didn't you make it out of here? Its right hand had no time to grasp the ground, stretching from the determined ground to the surface. Osirian's body soars and tries to confirm Swede's body as it glides down the ground. Along the way, Osiria stopped and stabbed a giant icicle in front of her.

What I heard was the voice of Swede from heaven.

It's a shame.

"Stupid, indeed hit -"

Saying so, what Osiria saw was a slightly frosty ground under the hands of a swede that should have chopped a thousand. Yes, the arm that looked like it had been cut a thousand times was a shape made of ice. Its brilliance is as if Osiria hadn't noticed until she was also pointed out.

Osiria noticed all the time and it was too late when she lagged behind.

"You're complacent. Is this the first time you've had sex with a real witch?

"What?"

"A witch is not a woman who uses witchcraft. She's a witch. Know the difference in the season, little girl."

Surrounding Osiria is a thin cage made of ice. When we found out that Osiria was surrounded, countless ice spears could be made to surround the cage.

"Desolate Ice Spear Rain (Balas Sturm):!

Countless ice spears struck her with so much momentum that Osiria could be buried in it that she skewered it. But to that extent, it is not Swede who stops the attack.

[Ice spirits converging into the atmosphere, elements, stop. There is no freedom in you and in what you touch. Count that number of sins, and judge them with my life, and bind them to the prison of ice for ever]

"Ice verdict (congelertio):!

The spear that struck Osiria rapidly cooled the atmosphere with Swede's orders, creating huge ice objects at once. Huge ice shapes also look like trials of needle mountains, also known as purgatory

Confirming that Osiria was trapped in it, Swede gently jumps off the ice column that hit him directly on the ground the first time.

"Did you put him down?

"No, not yet. But there is a good opportunity in the corner. Don't miss it."

"I know!

Over the head of Fairtoose, who responded by saying so, an impossibly huge sphere of light was built. Of course, Swede finished the chant in the time he earned.

The full power of Fairtoose. She is said to be a witch of light, and as a user of holy power, she is one of the best and most powerful blows on the continent. Fairtoose had certainty. I need to eat this blow and exist evil spirits, etc.

"Take it," complete purification (vereinigan):! "

When Fairtoose chanted, the neighborhood was brighter than the mid-summer when the sun poured down as if it were unpleasant, and brighter as if it were crushed by light. Apart from opening your eyes, breathing is also unacceptable. A strip of purification by light. It was a sorcery once completed by a woman who wanted to do something about dirty land by evil spirits and unclean people, devoting her life. She was eventually called the White Witch because she preferred white things and became the first generation of the White Witch.

Once used, this sorcery is said to keep the unclean away for years. The "sanctification" carried out by the Church of Arnelia is also an application of this magic. Fairtoose, who unleashes this sorcery on many scales, carried out by several, or dozens, monks of the Arnelian Church, was still a white witch, no matter what anyone might say.

The witches do not suffer any direct obstruction from this sorcery, including the Dark Witch Ingvar, but the sorcery is temporarily made less likely to be used by the too strong holy sorcery. But are the demon kings still unclean, and burned with this sorcery, or fleeing, continued.

When the lights eventually settle, the witches gather towards its light source. And when they had gathered, there was a fair-tooth that was sobering. And Osiria, who was exposed to excessive light and literally turned white, too.

"Fair!"

"Are you all right?

Yeah, I can handle it.

Fairtoose who exercises great magic equal to magic and sweats from fatigue. Ingvar and Drafanella rushing to her like that. Swede watches the three friendly people smile a little and shows a little relief color. Witches watching slightly apart.

But Swede seemed elderly and calmly observed how Osiria was doing. The colour of the hair, even dark, grew white, and the black shards peeled off like burnt. It is surprising that the shape has merely remained, but no longer signs of activity can be observed. So much evil, so much evil, is disappearing. Swede nodded to convince himself that this could not be established as an evil spirit.

But what is an evil spirit in the first place? Swede never really thought about what it meant. But it was even the same with the fair tusse of the white witch. It could even have been the same in the Arnelian Church. It must have been Doom and Osiria who were most discussing this fact.

When a bird flew out of nowhere stuck in Osiria's head and rocked her hair, her eyes hidden out in her white purified hair. At the same time, her pitch-black eyes were definitely catching Swede.

Continued