The Branded Female Fencer

"Let me introduce you. She's my proud evil spirit, Maneater."

"Hey, what... what's that stupid big one!

One of the soldiers, who was accompanied by a witch, raised his voice of consternation. That should be it, too. What they saw was a mountainous creature, reflected in a flame slightly illuminated by the dark night. They didn't have a panoramic view that big until it came close.

Only those giant legs also enter their eyes to sway in flames. Even around its feet, already more gigantic than the demon kings around it. A little distance away, the witch looked in the direction where the sky should be, and she managed to see the six eyes glowing in purple open her eyelids. His eyes were already huge enough to cover his sight.

"Isler Vata, is that it? It's definitely an old warcraft with that name, this. Our people found me sleeping in the north in ice, but I'm just messing around and using it. Surely if it was about Giganotosaurus, wouldn't you have swallowed it whole?

No one had already heard the words Doom boasted about. To this sight, some of the witches had already begun to flee. Now that Fairtoose cannot fight, the most important thing for them is selfishness. The witches are not strong allies in the first place. There are many individualists in one way or another, but if you take it other than witches, witches are one group. That is why the regiment plays an important role for a creature called the witch, but they gathered for the first time for nearly half of those who were replacing them, and few were told the story that would be the nucleus of this one in the first place. As a companion, or an imminent threat, few had therefore attempted to fight in union.

So for the witches, it may have been more like a miracle that almost everyone was fighting even so far. Now that we have escaped, Fairtoose would not have been willing to blame them either. What is unfortunate about the escapees, however, is that the witches who hold back behind them unleashed their magic on the escapees at the same time.

"Bye!

"Wow!

"Oh my God!

I heard screams and fury from nowhere. It was the same witches who attacked the witches who tried to escape. And at the head of the witches who attacked it was the bird witch Iyad.

"We, for the liberation of the truth of the world"

"Hey, why?

Those who struggle with understanding but still respond to the sudden attacks of the witches. But in a situation where we no longer even knew who was on our side, the witches lay down on the ground one after the other.

And losing his temper to fight, Ingvar brought Osiria and Doom and Drafanella to the ground in front of him. She asked Ingvar where the magic that Drafanella had put in her palms had taken shape and created the Demonic Square.

"There's something to say, Ingvar?

"Why... why did you betray us, Draphanella!?

"There's nothing to betray. I remain a witch, yes, sadly a witch. In that sense I may indeed be betraying Fairtoose.

But yeah... 100 more years, if Fairtoose acted fast, would I have taken her side, too? But then the time wouldn't have ripened, so maybe this was our destiny after all. It's sad how time flies, Ingvar. I still meant to be friends with you. "

"... with which mouth"

"I'm kidding. Ahhh!

Drafanella sees Ingvar with her grieving eyes. And as I speak for Ingvar's feelings, it was Granchelle the Witch of Fire who had stormed with her anger. Look at her. Doom laughs.

"I see, she's certainly a witch's sister who lacks clinginess. Isn't that a little nasty screaming?

"Shut up! How dare you kill a conceited Swede bastard! I was the one who decided to kill that woman!

"Oh man... I don't know, is it okay to mean hostile? Osiria, kill him unharmed."

"Okay."

When Osiria puts Granchelle in view, she stares to activate the demonic eye. Osiria thought she would be quicker to stare at than Granchelle, and that would be the same for everyone. So Granchelle was thinking right, like putting Osiria behind her. What I saw in Osiria's eyes was Granchelle throwing something at herself. The Devil's Eye was already activated, but suddenly Osiria's focus fits into the object thrown at her.

It is not Granchelle's body that is distorted, but an object like a thrown cylinder. When the cylinder was warped and slammed to the ground, smoke erupted from inside the crack.

"Knock."

"Smokescreen or classic..."

Using Osiria and Doom to be blocked from sight, she embraces the blast blown Ingvar as she punches the blast magic between Ingvar and Draphanella. Big for a witch. When she somehow took Ingvar, she forced herself to throw pills in its mouth and poke them behind her back.

"It's a vitality pill, you'll recover strength that you can run for about a day. Don't ask why, don't look back either. Just run through it. I won't allow you to question it."

"... come on."

Ingvar followed Granchelle's words and just ran behind his back in the darkness. Right behind you, you can hear a further big explosion, and the impact rushes between your legs.

But there was no time to look back, and she remembered in her heart to call her guardian, the knight, nearby. Witchcraft that can only be done in witches and their guardians. Or magic that was possible only among those who were in spiritual communion, such as the superior spirits and their spiritual protectors.

"(Glide, where are you?

"(Dear Ingvar... I'm so sorry... I can't get anywhere near you)"

Knight of Ingvar, Glide's heart voice was small. Originally a modest and silent man, it is the strength of the will that is reflected in the voice of the heart. And he is not a weak-willed man. I fell off during the fight, but I only knew it was an extra emergency if I just didn't come back to me.

Ingvar guessed the situation of the glide.

"(I'm getting out of this place now. I appreciate you ever following me like this. Hard at times like this...)"

"(You even said it to everyone. the power I lent you more than you, let me repay you)"

"(... sorry)"

"(No, what do you say. Time to serve you, and above all, be proud that you got an excellent husband. to my wife, who was ahead of me, I can go with my chest up)"

"(well... farewell)"

"(No, I hope you're safe and sound)"

Ingvar stopped communicating in his mind. After a while, I could see a little bit of force coming inside Ingvar, and after a slight dull pain ran in my left arm, I felt my temperature lost for a moment.

A tear streams through Ingvar's eyes.

"Forgive me... I will surely survive to take this revenge. Fair, I'm sure you'll come and help me."

Ingvar ran among the demon kings and herds of aliens, to the hiccups. Leave hope in your chest that Fairtoose will still be alive.

Continued