The Branded Female Fencer

Ingvar was running away. If there is no light, and how she, a witch familiar with the darkness, also flees with selflessness, she will be hurt by the trees in the woods at night and her body will be constantly wounded.

But Ingvar didn't care if his clothes were torn, and he kept running amongst the demon king's flock. The herd of demon kings was more persistent than expected and varied in its variety. The Demon King, as multi-legged and double-eyed as a spider, came after him as he flew a little demon king who looked the same as himself. For a moment the demon king, mistaken for just a cloth, suddenly when he recognized Ingvar, blocked his hand in spreading his body and tried to eat Ingvar for every tree around the forest. Again, snake-like demons who don't know which one is the head have been chasing Ingvar as they fight with each other using their language.

All of them were more powerful than the first demon kings that Ingvar and the others defeated, and were clearly distinct. Apparently, the first demon kings that have been rolled out are nothing but abandoned pawns for their opponents. Ingvar was terrified when he saw the demon kings that were obviously more difficult to talk to than they had been to deal with. It is not about being caught and defeated. To the bottomless power of the opponent and the fact that no one knows about it.

"(The Demon King... is not like the Demon King in the old definition. When I heard from a witch who was my master, a thing called the Demon King was a much tougher one. Their legions are very dominant, and demons like Oak, Goblin, and Cyclops, even if they are no big deal on their own, can be a tremendous threat if they are led and dominated by the Demon King. That's why the Demon King crusade required the help of the army.

But here lately - no, the Demon Kings, who would no doubt now be produced by Orangeables, thought their strength would not extend far to the old Demon Kings in terms of intelligence anyway. But the demon kings I saw earlier - clearly led and directed the alien soldiers that were around them. That's not good. If we confront each other unknowingly, even an army in one country will easily defeat. At any rate, we have to bring this information.

But where the hell is it? Perhaps the Arnelian Church would be good if possible, but the master also said that the supreme bishop over there was difficult to trust.

So what about the mentors? No, I have no interaction with my mentor in the first place. I barely know his name, his face, and I can't imagine what he might be thinking. Besides, what if they were on the side of the Orange Bull? I almost get dumb.

Magic Church? No, Tetrastine is more unreliable than Miriazal. What I want - I don't know what you're talking about, but a magician who went around hunting spirits for it. There can be no decent one, such as a man who kills all those who oppose him, and who also cuts and throws away if necessary those who obey him.

Then...) "

Ingvar wondered what about a girl named Larna, who was a Fairtoose apprentice. The girl who told me that Fairtoose was going to grow from the ground up and that she had the qualities of a witch, but also of a dark witch. I was looking forward to hearing from Fairtoose that Ingvar would be officially training at Ingvar's. He says he's acting with Alphilis right now. Then you should be in Arnelia's sphere of power.

"Isn't it easy to contact? But do something..."

Yes, when Ingvar thought about it, she felt like killing herself. The distance is still there, but it is approaching at considerable speed. When you become a killer that can be felt at this distance, you will not be the only one.

Speaking of which, where was this place? Running away with selflessness. Not really, Ingvar didn't even know exactly where he was. The Witch Regiment should have chosen a relatively secluded place, but some of the witches who had taken to the chosen place said, "You've chosen a bold place." I didn't even pay much attention to it, but what did it mean?

All in all, the problem was impending killing, but that killing is getting more and more swollen. Ingvar felt his hair turn upside down.

"What is this... awesome killing, and two. This kind of killing, it's not human."

Suddenly Ingvar's world turned upside down when he tried to prepare his magic for interception. Suddenly there is no power, the consciousness is distant. The last thing Ingvar saw when he realized he was losing his mind was the face of a faceless girl who looked like an inverted world.

When Ingvar lays down on the ground, behind him stands a girl. When she poked Ingvar small with her feet to ascertain its consciousness, she signaled with her chin towards the woods. Then out of the woods appeared a girl dressed in a blue and green dress.

"Hamnet, you didn't kill him, did you?

"Ha, ha."

The nasty tone and the fact that he appeared spitting on the ground was Sellow Grace dressed in a green long dress. On its back it carried a giant rind bowl made of steel, like a trade mark. The girl in the blue dress next door is naturally a rear shed. When they stood to surround Ingvar, they looked at each other. And all of a sudden, SeroGrace kicked Ingvar in the head.

"Damn, this guy... he stepped into our territory. Oh, my God, where? Which one?

"You're an idiot, SeroGrace. This man is a witch. I figured it out, so I didn't catch him alive."

"Oh, fuck off. You can just kill him like you always do. This land is our extraterritorial right anyway. Whatever you do, they won't complain."

"Normally. But your sister said," Bring him in, "so you can't help it, can you?

"Yes, something like that"

As Hamnett slapped his back so that he could mock SeroGrace, SeroGrace splashed his head, but re-divided it. Tidy twin tails wiggle.

"I don't know about your sister, but what are you gonna do with him? I don't know, dancing and eating."

"Normally, information, I guess. Your sister just woke up from a long sleep and you still don't know exactly what's going on on on this continent. But I see you've shown interest in the Witch Club. Besides, the regiment was interrupted, and the witches ran away because they were better... and this is interesting even to me. I wonder what happened in there."

"I don't care - I don't care"

The rear sheds expressing interest and the seroGrace yawning heavily at the troubles were the opposite, but their consciousness seems to be common in terms of keeping the 'sister' statement. While SeroGrace complains, he takes Ingvar up on his shoulder.

"Then let's go back. Your sleeping sister is in a bad mood."

"Right. But thank you, I didn't think you'd take the luggage from me on purpose."

"It's in order, isn't it? It's a long way from here."

"Who, what, what, what, what, what"

"Thank you for your dedication, SeroGrace."

That's all that's left to say, and Hamnett and Rear Shed disappeared from the spot as soon as possible. The belated SeroGrace is in a hurry.

"Ahhh! That's right. At the end of the day, it's a climbing cliff. Wait!

SeroGrace tried to make things easier on the last ascent, but went after the two of them in the wake of realizing they were completely left behind.

Only Ingvar kept having nightmares of his falling and exhausting companions on the shoulders of his cello grace.

Continued