The Branded Female Fencer

The 17th of the month when green sprouts

Looks like my affection reached Joni.

Finally, he can listen to me, too. My left leg and right arm are gone, but that's not a big deal. Because I see your nature all the time.

But I can't have eyes that aren't focused. You can't see me properly. I wonder if I haven't been able to instill enough love yet. Or am I, as a lover, spoiling Joni too much?

Tell Joni how much you love him, if there's any better way. Tomorrow, the traveling merchant is going to show you all sorts of weird stuff, so let's find it. I wish I could be pointy. May my love reach Joni in a straight line.

The 19th of the month when green sprouts

Yesterday's shopping was meaningful.

All the merchants brought me was user-friendly. If I tried it on him, he would have been very happy himself. Especially a hook that can adjust the length. How about hanging from the ceiling if you make the strings sturdy?

Let's use tools like this one this evening. Once you eat them, they can't take them out unless they open the wound. Just like my love.

23rd of the moon, where green sprouts

Things have been going wrong since yesterday, but Joni stopped moving.

You put so much love into it, he didn't respond to my affection.

Looks like he wasn't the one who deserved my affection.

Well, fine. I found someone very nice yesterday.

Peeping through the door, he's a traveling young man called Pyle. He's a swordsman, and he's got great muscles. He's got a big body, he's got a lot of elasticity, and he's gonna take a lot of my love. I'm so excited about this now.

Oh, come on, I want to love a lot...

The 27th of the month when green sprouts

The nail is gone. One hundred won't be enough to have more new lovers of mine today. You can use 400 bottles per person. I think I can use another 100 piles because I have a big body.

Oh, a kid who shouldn't be me to cheat on having a Pyle who takes my love so much. But if you were a woman, you'd dream of taking a lot of lords into your hands.

That's right. Try to change the way you love me. I made a fire kiln because of it, or it would be nice to have it hugged in my bath kettle. Naked men and women touching each other separately from the cauldron. Sensual, exciting. And I think I can hear a lot of good voices.

... no. I, I'm getting impatient. I guess I'll do it in front of Pyle. Yes, my...

"Hey, wait a minute!

The Bruns stopped Jake from reading. As Jake, I was getting tired of reading it, so I might say the readings were interrupted just in time. Jake glanced ahead of me, but I'm honestly relieved I didn't recite it because it almost just said what Pile said and did in agony.

Even as Jake realizes why the Bruns stopped himself, he asks back.

"What's up?

"This is weird, right? Whatever you think, this guy's crazy."

"That's what I've known since I walked into this hall. There's no way a decent guy with a head can be an evil spirit."

"But isn't there a limit to how much anything is? I didn't kill you the usual way. Besides, if this diary is true, there's not a hundred people this guy killed, right? You don't describe Arnelia as such a murderer, do you?

"There will be plenty of murderers out there that aren't in the description. Historical figures called heroes, most of them killers. It's also a misdigit.

Besides... I'm guessing the lord of this diary didn't mean to kill him. "

Dora said it was pompous. Jake instantly understood what the word contained, but didn't want to know at the same time. It is not malicious to seep out of the diary. I'd rather...

"So you're trying to tell me what you're going to do?

"Play... no, you're not. Isn't that" I love you "?"

"Love... love?

"Yes."

Approximately the baffling Bruns, Dora continues.

"Yes, this evil spirit loves everyone. All the people who locked you in here, or killed you. Sometimes there are killers like this. The guy with this hand is very troublesome. Nor does persuasion make sense, and most importantly, the conversation itself is not established. I just have to kill him the minute I see him, but he should already be dead."

"How do you know? We talked about evil spirits at the request, but we haven't decided yet, have we?

"Look at the date in the diary. First and last."

Dora was right. I saw the first and last of the thick diary. Jake's eyes were opened. At the beginning and end of the diary, the date opened for nearly 200 years.

"Hey... what do you mean? Even if this guy turns out to be an evil spirit, do you think he kept keeping a diary? You want to tell me more about the man you killed?

"That would be the case. If the story so far is true, this guy is human. I didn't even realize I had become an evil spirit, and this guy kept killing in the name of loving people. I saw the back cover of that bookshelf over there, but it has titles like Joni and Pyle. I guess that sums up what you did individually. It's been over 200 years, all acts."

Jake approached the bookshelf to compare the books. Joni, Pyle, Dormer, Alson and Troo. I found a number of other books, but they all had people's names in them. The boys stood speechless in the number of books that would have been more than a thousand at all estimates. You may not have been fortunate to notice that there is a hidden room in the back of this and more books are stored there.

What happened with Jake? It had been asked that becoming a Temple Knight would make enemies easier, and I was going to be more than ready to do it again. But this enemy is too abnormal. For the first time, Jake was wondering if it was the right thing to do to fight this enemy. The rocking chair shook as everyone stood up as a shiver, not suddenly.

The attention of the boys is drawn to the sound that suddenly occurs in silence. The chair made a roaring noise and was shaking slowly. Seeing, the right arm of the body, which should have been put on the railing, was dripping sloppily. The shock is shaking the chair.

The Bruns exhaled a lot.

"Oh, my God, don't be surprised"

"... no, I'm surprised."

"It is. Your hands just drooped, didn't they? There's a room open that's left closed. It wouldn't be strange if the environment in the room changed. Temperature, humidity."

"It's an intelligent opinion for Bruns, but it doesn't seem... look at his hair"

Nellie stands on her cane and is retreating with her lips trembling. Dora protected her as she stood in front of her, and Jake and Rascal were also lagging behind as they pulled out their swords. What they care about equally is hair. At first, hair that was only somewhat long enough to flow was now stretched with momentum that was not just covering half the floor. The Bruns also noticed late, but he was rarely silent. He felt it when even the gap, which he could no longer do by surprise, was directly linked to death.

And by the time Nellie and Dora took a hiccup to secure the exit, they suddenly disappeared to be pulled back, and the door of the room had closed at a rate that did not resemble its weight.

Continued