The Branded Female Fencer

"I'm here. May I entrust you with the children?

"It's a hassle, but, well, yeah. But I'll meet you later, okay? Bugs are too good to push me to take care of my kids."

"Oh, I'm going to do that from the start. I think it's better for each other, as a way of fighting?

"Shit, yeah. I'll take your personality. Homma. Lend me one."

Brandio urges Jake and the others to run in the opposite direction. Jake cared for the remaining Sister, but Brandio shook his head.

"Don't worry extra, kid. That's strong."

"But you better have some cover."

"I don't want it. It's easier to fight alone. If that thing really starts to rumble, I won't let this mansion break down. You'd better disperse while that woman can afford to care for us. Yeah. You look so cute. You do it so horrible, and that woman..."

I remember Brandio looking back at Ultina a little bit, but dying the other way around trying to cover her before. Brandio in his youth understood the existence of more frightening allies than his enemies.

In front of the remaining Ultina, countless red lights had begun to occur. The range in which Ultina's light illuminates is narrow. Because Ultina and Brandio don't inherently need much light. Using light in night combat only gathers enemies, and they are trained to be able to fight without light as well. It was for Jake and the others who lit the light earlier.

And as I thought, enemies came together for the light. The same goes for demons and warcraft, but when they become evil spirits of the kind that do harm to people, they are not afraid of light, and often they come the other way.

"Evil Spirit... No, now you're a spider. And it's a collection of people, big and small."

The red light seemed to be one lump in six. the eye. It is so surrounded that it can no longer be counted, but it was all not uniform in size. Some eyes that host red light are as large as Ultina's head. Within the reach of Ultina's light, her feet with a swollen verse hide out.

Ultina was calm as she was surrounded by enemies. And pay attention to the loud noise coming from the back.

"Shall I show myself?"

As Ultina strengthened the light, the spiders lagged behind in surprise, but the monolithic giant entered their eyes. The giant, spreading all over the room, it was like a hundred feet, but more than a torso was a human baby, with crushed eyes staring at Ultina. I see like countless transparent eggs on my back, from which spiders are born. In other words, this demon is the main thing of the spiders.

My eyes were just pure compared to what they were until that vicious, and on the contrary, I was spookily felt by Ultina.

"Ugly. You can think of this as the kind of demon king. I didn't expect anything like this to appear, the lord of this hall... okay. Let's break through here first and then think about it."

There were countless little demonic squares floating around Ultina.

"Here it is"

When the masked man guided Rafferty and the others, he vanished straight into darkness. There was a fine door in front of Rafferty and Rafferty went inside when he knocked on it.

"Excuse me."

"I've been waiting for you"

Inside was a fat middle-aged man with a tummy. Let's be men who look a lot like the sketches on the record. Rafferty turns on the area, who would be sure first of all in Rambless, the lord of the mansion.

"Are you sure it's Lord Rambless?

"It's on your left."

"Then let's get straight to it. What are the requirements?

Rafferty got to the point quickly. Because I didn't want to go through any extra trouble. Rambless spoke pale without changing his expression.

"I want you to talk to me about my daughter."

"Wait. So this whole mess, it's your daughter's fault that the outside world doesn't come back again?

"Yes."

Of course Rafferty was staring, but I dared to ask. Because I wanted to know how true Rambless would be. Rambless responded instantly, but thus could not read its sincerity. Because it sounded too emotionless. It was the most unrealistic Rambless, and it was now clear. Rafferty doesn't think the spirit has feelings. Seems like it would be different if it were an advanced spirit.

Rafferty keeps asking questions.

Tell me what's going on.

"The beginning of things goes back to when my daughter was born. My daughter already had long dark hair from birth. I remember that the hair was so pitch-black and although I was told around that it was beautiful, I was driven by anxiety myself. Because at the time black was recognized by the world as a symbol of ominousness.

And some time after my daughter was born, my wife didn't like to milk my daughter. When I ask why, sometimes those eyes, except from the hair, emit an unusual color. I laughed and said, 'What is it about mothers being scared of their children?' but I was deeply anxious. I ended up putting a nanny on my daughter, but no one and he quit for a short time. The reason was the same as my wife.

My daughter grew up afterwards, but never uttered any words. At first I thought it was a retard of wisdom, but the text was proficient on top of this, and I remember by the time I was 4 years old I was using the same writing language as an adult. I thought she was an unusual kid, but that was about it then. But it wasn't long after that that that I decided that my daughter was crazy.

I heard a samurai scream from my daughter's room. Listening to the circumstances, my daughter tore apart the cat she had and showed it to the samurai. That too, with the best smile. Even with the most smiling smile, my daughter's hair was long and she never cut it even after birth, so the expression never came to light unexpectedly on her faint looking mouth. When I tried to cut my hair, my daughter didn't like it until it was unusual, and she had seizures and threw things all over it. So embarrassing story, I've never had my daughter's face clearly with our parents. Not to mention my daughter laughing, which I remember seeing for the first time in my life. Since she was a baby, she wasn't even dusty.

All the same, when I went to see how my daughter was doing, my daughter had offered me the body of a cat. The body was struck by countless nails and the limbs were amputated. But most of all, what surprised me was that the cat had faint breath while it was getting there. I was horrified to see how I could live by leaving it so blurry. Obviously you did it intentionally.

I noticed my daughter was unusual. And after consulting with my wife and butler, I decided to shut my daughter down. We built more mansions and drove our daughter around the corner. We did all sorts of tricks to keep our daughter out of sight and out of sight. "

"I see. Is that why the complex mansion is"

"It's on your left."

Rambless remained as faceless as ever. Lafferty's men are also listening seriously to Rambless. Rafferty encouraged Rambless to continue the conversation.

"What happened after that? What happened to my closed daughter?"

"Yes, on the surface, my daughter seemed to live calmly. As always, I didn't speak a word and lived greedily reading books and such. I never claimed to let you out, but that was creepy too.

I also thought it was pitiful for me to look at my daughter like that and keep her closed, sometimes calling in merchants and stuff to make her do shopping and stuff like that. I've also brought in travelers. The courtyard has also been remodeled to allow my daughter to enjoy the seasonal transition. Conversely, my hall became a bit of a reputation in the neighborhood for what those acts did to attract people.

Eventually a lot of people came to my hall and I was chased by that response. I couldn't even see my daughter as before, and all the time went by. I was insulting my daughter. That there's no way my closed daughter can do anything. But... "

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