The Branded Female Fencer

"Nellie! Dora!

"Jake! We're both safe here!! I'll try to get there, so hold on!

"Even if they tell you to hold on..."

Jake, distracted by two people for a moment, looked back again, while Nellie's lighting magic, which was inside the room, extinguished and the lights of the pine lights went out. Suddenly in the darkness visited, Bruns screamed, Rascal raised his voice to calm him down, and Jake worked his thoughts calmly to light the lights.

The other guy turned out the light because he obviously doesn't like the light. Jake thinks we should light the lights at all costs, and screams at Rascal.

"Rascal! Do you still have Matsuaki?

"Yes! But only one!

"I can light it with attack magic! Throw a pine light in that direction!

"Okay!

Jake plays desperate attack magic. Jake wasn't originally good at witchcraft, and Brandio said, "Honestly, witchcraft talent may be below the line," but not if you're saying that now. If you don't do it, you die. It is strictly forbidden to rush to witchcraft, but Jake's concentration was growing more than that. As soon as the light lit Jake's palm for the magic to activate, Jake realized there was something just to the right of his face.

without having to turn around. It was slightly from the underside of Jake, folding himself to peek into his face. He was supposed to be sitting on a chair until earlier, when he regained meat on himself and approached Jake without a sound.

The colour remains hidden in long hair and almost invisible. Mouth where hair fell for a moment and was revealed. Jake saw two petals so dry on the crust that they could no longer be called lips distorted into joy. A leaky raw and warm exhale hits my face and something smells rotten on my nose. The chills ran as Jake's spine turned upside down. Jake is intuitive. These evil spirits recognized themselves as prey.

Jake reflexively unleashed a witchcraft in the middle of a chant for evil spirits. Then the evil spirit flies away and returns to the place where the original chair was. There were no lights in the room, but Jake felt the pine lights thrown by Rascal hit his foot, lighting the pine lights with a spark that exited as if to scrape the ground with a sword. The lights are finally back in the room.

But the evil spirit did not dwell in the light. Instead of the light illuminating the darkness, the feeling of oppression that darkness just doesn't eat up the light. Seeing that evil spirit, Bruns and Rascal also lay their swords in blue. It may not be something we can do where we put our swords, but that was all they could do. Even though he's trained as a knight, he's still a boy. That may be impotent. Just pointing the sword, as far as they were concerned, was squeezing their greatest courage.

Of that, only Jake wasn't blue. Rather, Jake felt his body full of strength from the moment he saw this enemy. It's blown up somewhere, like the tiredness I've been feeling. Instinct tells. This enemy is the one you should hunt. Jake screamed as he felt the hot blood tide sweeping through his body.

"I'll take care of this one! You two need backup!

"Huh?"

"Hey..."

Jake didn't wait for the two of them to reply and stepped out as his instincts did. Crush the distance in one step and cut it to the enemy as he pulls out his sword in two steps. Jake felt the evil spirit's eyes in his low posture as he poked his sword up from the bottom in a rotating motion while living.

Jake suddenly pulled out the power of his leg and changed the orbit of his sword behind his back by changing the axis. Then, from behind, a bunch of spear-shaped hair pressed to pierce Jake. When Jake plays them all, it's time to turn his sword against the evil spirit this time as he twists his body further and circles like a pawn. It is a craftsmanship that can be done because it has a strong ankle and hips.

What got into that Jake's sight was the sight of Bruns and Rascal being shielded by evil spirits caught in their hair. Why, before asking, Jake's sword is hard to stop because of the momentum gained. And from the shadow of Jake's two friends, a spear of hair looms even more.

When you stop the sword, you skewer yourself. Turn your sword and your friend dies. Has Jake made a good decision when he was forced to make that extreme decision in an instant? Jake swallowed his teeth so badly that he thought his back teeth would crack, he swayed his sword through his head.

Along with the evil spirit's neck, Jake's two friends' necks also dance to the universe. And the evil spirit's unleashed attack was enough to blur Jake's body. Jake exhales loudly as his neck falls. The back door opened as if the commandment had been broken again, pointing Jake on his way home. Not popular in the hallway, but the lights and the return evil were gone again. There is no sound, and it feels like the serene time of silence has returned.

Jake's expression has no sense of accomplishment or regret. Jake glanced at the open door as the lights were shining, and he pulled out his sword and headed towards the door. No, he pretended to go home and was suddenly slashed in an earlier diary that was left on a round table. I heard screams and groans of anguish from a diary protruding my sword deeply. I bark all the time when Jake tells me to shut up.

"That's it for the farce! Don't think you can lock me up in a dream world or something!

Moments, the world flipped.

Continued