The Branded Female Fencer

"Jake, why stop?

"That's you, why did you cut it off?

"If it suddenly hits us, it's a natural reaction."

"I thought I didn't even have to cut it off. If you're alive, it's the knight's job to help."

"That's sweet. What would you do if this contained elements of a magical trap?

"That's when it happened."

"You're a guy..."

I looked at Jake like Dora was stunned, but Dora turned the man around with a strange feeling at the cutting edge. The man is about to come at both of us with something to his mouth full, but naturally he should be experiencing severe pain in his back and in his shoulder where the sword is hanging. But he didn't stop the advance so that he wouldn't take it for a thing. The sword is eating deep into his shoulder, and he's about to come this way, even if his blood is running. Your eyes won't be able to see us. It was like the sword I was stabbing myself depended on. It was just a move.

Instead of pulling out the sword, Dora, who was calm, cut off the man's arm with force in her hand. The man collapsed and fell forward with excess momentum, and Dora was able to lower Jake into that gap. Blood bleeds out of a man's back, wound, but the man tries to move forward even though he is stuffy with pain.

Already Nellie was on the verge of losing sight of what had happened to keep her up, and Rascal was taking her out of the room. Bruns had put the door on the spot with his back as if he had slipped out of his hips, and both Dora and Jake had retreated to the parlor near the entrance. A man crawls here slowly, but Jake realizes he doesn't have a man's teeth. And the man who crawled on the ground like a potato worm, every time he advanced one, twisted himself to the severe pain caused by hooks of varying lengths on his back, but still wouldn't stop him from advancing.

And finally, when all the hooks on his back came off, the man's advance was stopped there. The remaining arms and chains on his legs prevented the man from advancing. Jake finally realized what a meal placed on the ground meant.

"The length of the chain, is it so that it doesn't reach too much as a meal"

"What a bad taste. It's designed to keep you from eating even if you have a meal in front of you."

While the two don't hide their disgust, the man still tries to move forward. And the rest of his rotten hands and feet stretch out with an unpleasant sound. The three of us left in the room were a little weak.

"Hey... no way"

"You're lying."

In the eyes of the three unable to let go, the man still did not stop moving forward and finally left it to himself to advance one of his legs. It may be necessary to cut a thousand pieces because they were originally about to rot, but I still knew very well that the man was no longer sane. And when he also pulled off his hands and feet that were in the way of reaching the meal, the man literally crawled into the meal like a potato worm and wore it just like the creepy worms that hit the meal. The bugs scatter in surprise and escape, but some of them escaped into the man's wound. Still, the man snubbed unwillingly and unwillingly to fill his meal with bugs.

The Bruns were finally overwhelmed and spit out loudly toward the outside of the room. Jake felt the same way, but his awareness that he was a leader and the fact that Bruns threw up earlier made him manage to swallow something up from his stomach. In my heart, I felt like crying for the first time since I decided to take my sword.

But Dora didn't turn away, she re-grabbed her sword and asked Jake for permission.

"Jake, can I make a mistake on this guy?

"Huh? Yeah... right. That's our job, isn't it? But then I'll do it."

"No, please don't Jake. These things should be done by my men."

"But"

"That's not what Jake's sword is for. I think so."

That's all Dora said, she didn't hesitate to snap the man's neck. Jake was just watching as Dora waved her sword to fit in.

Jake and Dora went out of the room to calm their blue-faced companions and open the other doors as well. There were only a few apparent bodies that had already been whiteboned or lived like earlier men, but when they opened more than 30 doors, more than one man was housed in every room. And many doors still exist.

"Hey, how far does it go? You're gonna open all this up and go around?

"I'm getting tired about now. There's not much magic left."

"You were all men. The white bone is an imagination from the shape of the pelvis."

"Jake, what do we do? You want to check it all out?

"No... that's enough"

I can't help but reply carelessly. Jake's energy was also trying to reach its limits. That would be so. He is a boy who still has a few years in adulthood, even though he is mistaken around, or even in person. It is about time that we were already in a series of repeated battles and tensions. The other fellows were the same age, but even if they still have faith in Jake, they may have a faint sense that they are fighting.

But Jake isn't. The awareness that many demons have already been buried with this hand and his responsibility as head of a group have already been felt by him. Mental exhaustion was stronger than that of his peers, and its addition and subtraction were not comparable to usual.

Still, my young friends still can't afford to care about Jake. Jake decided to turn around with the lights on, as well as a change of mood. Sometimes I thought the darkness would make me feel unnecessarily disgusted. Even Jake thought he wanted a little hope now was the current situation.

Jake tried to put a fire in the light pickup next to the door, but the oil was already old or there was a lot of dust on the surface. They haven't used the lights here in decades, not years. And yet what does it mean to have a man who was alive? I don't think my thoughts are going to come together with a tired head, but I feel that it is a very important question.

Jake was beginning to feel what was happening in this hall at the same time as his ominous thoughts. Naturally its feet go faster and walk back to be led by something. And what appeared before Jake was a red door. Did it rust or was it originally red? The strangely bright red iron door appeared before Jake.

When Jake inhales one louder breath, he tries to put his hand on that door. Then the darkness that was around him rapidly takes shape and gathers in front of the door?

"What?

"Evil Spirit!?

"Out of the way!

Before the darkness took any form, Nellie began chanting and struck out the magic of light. The magic of light becomes a great sphere, shattering the darkness. The sphere of light, which struck the red door straight as it was, struck directly at the lock of the red door, breaking the lock, bouncing it off and disappearing.

Rascal and Bruns cheer Ooh.

"Awesome!

"Nellie, when did you learn the attack magic of the sacred system?

"Eh heh. Just a little."

Brandio secretly taught Jake attack magic, but Nellie stole it from the side by imitating it. It would be an amazing talent if anyone familiar with witchcraft, but the young ones still didn't know its value.

Still unable to handle the magic well, Jake looked at Nellie with a little regret, but when he regained his mind, he reached out to open the door.

That's when the door opened naturally with a painful sound. The heat thrived only momentarily on the sound also cooled quickly, the boys looking at the door all the way. The steps stopped in front of the door that opened to invite them inside.

Continued