The Branded Female Fencer

"Hmm... I see. Is this the truth about the hall?"

Brandio had just broken in, in the stash room of the surface hall. Deep down, the body, believed to be Rambless and his butler, was suspended from folding.

White bones suspended from the ceiling by countless hooks had combined bones. Some of them weld bones together. I just didn't want to imagine what the hell had been done to them. In the process of seeing the truth about this hall from them, Brandio knew all about what they had done.

"At all, I was able to do nauseating acts flat out. Certainly in a rare generation of crazy women. See?"

So when Brandio looked in the corner of the room, there was Insomnia crawling through the ground. Jake gave me a fatal wound and still managed to get her out and moved this far. We no longer have the ability to maintain the 'castle', nor the power to scatter terror around us as evil spirits. It was just shaking its long hair, giving only a creepy impression, and full of crawling.

Brandio looked at Insomnia, who had cling to his feet as if he were a bug.

"I knew it was Jake who did it. That kid, he looks real. If you were to be the fifth evil spirit, you'd scratch out the sanctity of such an immature knight. Nonetheless, this was the only blow. I don't care what happens when I work out this. Heh. 'Characteristics' all the time?

But there's not enough in action, so it's sweet to let them get away with it. Well, Wye's gonna stab you in the stomach, with the big bleeding service.

And poor woman. I just saw the memory of Rambless... "

Brandio remembers what he saw earlier from Rambless and the butler. It was fragmentary, but it did reveal Insomnia's life and the hidden truth.

When Insomnia was born. Sure, she was creepy, but the affectionate Rambless and his wife were delighted with her birth. At least, I was trying. But every time my memory flew like a comma send, my wife and Rambless were more frightened of Insomnia than I needed to. And Rambless went away from her, remodeling the hall and pressing his wife to take care of Insomnia.

Is it a man's sex? Pretending to indulge in work more than parenting, Rambless left Insomnia. But my wife tried to be as close as she could to Insomnia because of her sense of responsibility for raising her children. Was it a disaster, my wife gradually became mentally ill? And his wife hides from people and starts to abuse her daughter repeatedly.

That was repeated from where Insomnia was still close to the baby, and was done intransigently even after it had been attentive. To the extent that I tend my cheeks or water them at first. But gradually the abuse came close to torture, and his hands broke. And where Rambless didn't know, the butler was cooperating with his wife. My wife used a butler to make me do my hard work, but they get strangely intimate from sharing unusual secrets, and they get to remember a kind of excitement while abusing their children. Having caused the anomaly, they have finally extended to treacherous acts in front of Insomnia. Insomnia grew up seeing the sight from an early age.

One day the butler sees Insomnia torturing her own mother the other way around. Try Insomnia, he was just trying to express his affection, but the act is totally torture. If I can be taught to blame for torture, I can't do it. To relentless blame. At first I was a butler who thought to help my mother, but was captivated by the relentlessness of its modus operandi and vice versa by its beauty. And the butler who became Insomnia's servant carried the victim to her, and his wife was frightened and kept away from her daughter.

Eventually, Rambless remodeled the hall and tried to lock Insomnia up, but the deacon's guide led Insomnia to escape every once in a while. And when I went to my own mother, I showed her a bunch of great acts I was doing right now. Insomnia, who had demonstrated some of her abilities since this time, dragged her into her dreams when her mother turned away and forced her into her own acts. It is also impossible for a mother to die of mental illness and illness.

And the butler finally also involved Rambless to encourage Insomnia to act. Deacon invited people every once in a while and spread rumors about the Rambless Hall again. And he offered the visitors to Insomnia one after another. But one day the butler notices. To the fact that Insomnian desires have no boundaries, and that there are limits to the people who can prepare themselves.

When fewer and fewer people were visiting the hall, one of the hall's servants disappeared. After a while, with the other one, again. I happened to try to go see a servant who no longer offered me time, but he was already dead. Plus, all of my family. They were all on the floor, dying rigidly with the look of even a terrible dream. Deacon noticed. Insomnia does not choose exactly what it is intended to do.

The butler, realizing that he was no longer out of his control, contemplated killing Insomnia. So I tried to close the path of the hall to the best of my knowledge and lock up Insomnia. In the end Insomnia also prepared a way out of the butler's ignorance, but in the end, as Rafferty and the others saw.

That far Brandio looked at the memory and raised one question. Insomnia's mother was a very legitimate person. Is it really just Insomnia's fault that she went crazy? What was the reason why the Lambres were so frightened that they were trying to be affectionate? Also. Is it a coincidence that this unusual sexuality and obsession butler was serving Rambless?

Brandio knew the answer.

"Was it you who set me up, boy?

"Well, did they notice?"

It was Doom who replied in a distracted manner. When he made his tongue sound like a prank, he ordered Maneater to drag Insomnia toward himself.

"I'm not making a big deal out of it. Hey, stand on your mother's dream pillow and blow in all sorts of things, find a pervert and try to be a Rambless butler, or release evil spirits around Insomnia for creepy performances. degree to which."

"That's too much. It's a bad hobby."

"But it's true this kid had qualities. That's why I did this to bring this child into my company, and it's the nature of this child not to sleep. Well, it's my feat to mistake abuse for affection.

But human beings are funny, right? When I was young, I felt affectionate. Flexible, or something. Love is profound, isn't it?

"Evil spirits don't talk about love, do they? Kids like you will succeed and lose here! I'd like to open it here because it's hard."

"Oh."

Since Doom was about to get up a little bit, he was being taken off the hook. I was going to end up making some fun of him as a doom, but anyway, this guy named Brandio is hard to do even from the side.

Doom was a little interested in this man.

Continued