The Branded Female Fencer

"This is it."

Forced to move by metastasis, Lunatica acted first by tearing apart those who stopped her movement. Renatica checked the status quo over a bloody splash of hand long legs that would be dismantled at a rate that was also inconspicuous to her eyes.

That's a room with no entrance or exit. What a murderous room with only a few candlesticks in the room, without even a light removal window. I don't even see the intent of what it was made for. I know Renatica has the method of incarcerating in a room that is always bright and nothing, all painted in white as part of torture, but I was wondering if this room had a slightly different intent.

Lunatica is considered to be fingering her feet. I didn't get any dust on those fingers. Renatica spoke roughly as she taunted one of the hand long legs scattered as wreckage.

"How long have you been pretending to be dead? What is this room?

"Were you aware"

The boy with half a blown head answers. The wreckage spilling some kind of green liquid instead of brains laughs.

"After all, you don't seem like a normal assassin." Who is the most powerful assassin on the continent? 'Many assassins say' silver slayer 'to the question, but it may not be a lie though "

"I'm not top notch at the stage of being famous. Answer my question."

Renatica questioned the boy as he kicked his head unhesitatingly, which turned into a wreck. But his head never showed any sign of answering Renatica's question.

"No, it's top notch. Your trail is virtually nowhere. You became famous because the organization behind you intentionally circulated the rumor. If you operate independently, you will undoubtedly be the best assassin of our time."

"I don't have time to hang out with your old man. Last. Now if you don't answer, you're dead."

Lunatica changes hands to the shape of a handknife. It's not a threat or anything, I guess you're really going to be buried in one blow. Still, the other party has something to offer. I didn't lose my posture.

"Hehe... no matter how strong you may be, you are wary of this situation. And I have a feeling about that. Because..."

The moment he realized that the other person was unwilling to answer his question, Renatica dusted the wreckage further with a knife. But it is no longer meaningless. While Renatica knew, she was still frustrated that the situation was not progressing.

I was just isolated. Lunatica also knows that the aim would be Lisa and Aristotle, who were left behind. But I know that much and I have 50 points. The opponent did not intend to let Renatica escape again either.

"... he's a rascal. Assassin, how could we not even discuss this, so why don't we enjoy this relaxation now?"

"I'm not going to. Just die."

"You're a killer to the bone marrow, you are! But it doesn't. If this thing can kill me, go ahead and do it. Some gave it to me, if I could kill this new body of mine!

Renatica's feet are grossly distorted. Lunatica flew off at her suddenly softer feet, but there she was softer as well. And a crack appears in a room that has never been dusty or scratched before. Eventually, the floor began to transform into red and black meat, where pulsating blood vessels and a lukewarm glow appeared.

The lack of dust also makes sense. This room itself is inside the creature. The creature opens his snoringly distorted eyes to his fierce mouth.

"I see, is the whole room a monster"

"That's the thing. Now, can a rare assassin kill me?

The Demon King, the room, asked challengingly. But Renatica...

"It's not a question of whether we can do it. If you decide to do it, just kill it."

As usual, all I had to do was prepare my breath for battle.

Brandio was starting to think it was strange for the first time since he stepped into this hall. The mundane question gradually turns into certainty. That was when Brandio and Ultina rendezvoused with Belliache and the others and rushed safely to cover Rafferty.

"Served... you know what?"

"What's going on?

Ultina, who fights next door, asks. Ultina just finished one captain of Hekatonkail earlier. The room of the closed Rambless daughter is also broken in again after paying for her hair, little by little. If we assemble the total strength of the Sisters, the Holy Knights, who have gathered here, we can manage to push them back.

Things were getting better and my buddies were thriving, and only Brandio had somehow come here and turned pale. Brandio had only one flashy face, and immediately punched the wall in the stomach.

"It was Wai and... Wai and the others who walked into this hall. No, they took the whole thing long ago in the first place."

"What do you mean?

"Why were Wye and the others gathered here? In particular, Wye and the others did not find their way, nor did they see through enemy traps. I just moved on, but left it to me to come here. How exactly does that get you to your destination?

"That's... if you ask me. Right. I know someone can reach it, but it's weird that they're all at the same time. And too little resistance from the enemy."

"Yeah."

It is true that the enemy only had the sporadic appearance of evil spirits, and although the appearance of Hekatonkail later was regular, the intensity of the arrival was not very authentic. Cut some knots and escape when you get out with a few damages. That's what they're doing repeatedly.

Brandio wasn't the only one who realized that condition wasn't legitimate. Rafferty is also aware that this situation is strange again.

"(Speaking of good, good. But it's too cheap. For enemies who use this scale of bond, though. You think too much?

Rafferty didn't care that we could only move forward. At that time Belliache, my wife, joins me.

"You!"

"Behce, are you all right?"

"Absolutely. Is this the enemy's stronghold?

"I think so."

In Rafferty's words, Belliache seems to have found himself uncomfortable. I immediately spotted his problem.

"You have a rare basis, don't you?

"Right... there are definitely some disastrous signs here. But everything feels like it's in the hands of the enemy. It's just my idea."

"It's not an insult to warriors. Now your instincts should be better than those of Brother Alberto's, right?

"I'm glad to hear that."

"No, I think you're right."

Brandio walks over to Rafferty. And I gently eared to Rafferty. Rafferty's face gives him a stunned look at Russia.

"Is that true?

"Don't say it too loud, it's a serious secret or something for Wye. As a fighter, it's deadly to scatter your abilities."

"Though the pilgrims thought they were looking down on us Temple Knights?

"Well, not far without hitting it. Except for the Lazar family. I know what's going on with you, and I'm gonna respect you."

Brandio was going to be honest with me, but it got tough not only with Rafferty, but even with Belliache's expression. It is like looking at an enemy. Rafferty uttered an awesome voice in Brandio's ear so that no one could hear her.

Continued