The Branded Female Fencer

"Hey! Everybody okay?

"Dora! Where have you been?

And they heard Dora running from within the hall. The hall that Jake and the others would see again looked much smaller than it had been before they entered. And because the appearance is no longer intimidating? Sure, it's just creepy over time, but that was pretty much like the unpopular building's characteristic, lonely impression. By building a bond as a 'castle', I guess it was just turning into a different space.

Dora was running from inside the hall. Nellie also runs a little late again, and I can't see anything that has changed with the two of them. Jake ran over to them.

"Dora, Nellie. Are you okay?"

"Oh, of course. No problem."

"Because Master Dora protected me."

Nellie blushes her cheeks with a gentle cheeky Dora. I was just wondering if the Bruns could do it, and heck, I got evil. Rascal is forgiving as usual.

But Jake asked Dora strictly.

"Make a detailed report, Dora. It's been a long time since we broke up."

"Ha, Dora pulled out of the room by someone, Nellie. Both names try to resist the absolute, but only to defend themselves. It depends on the fact that he was inside the original building, and after checking his safety a lot, I wonder if the castle might have solved it, so I'm joining him here."

"I see, it's good to be safe. But he hasn't made it to the key battle scene when he says he's joining us. I have trouble getting people to say words that I'm not likely to be able to say, even if they are."

"Jake, that's tough..."

"Ha! Captain Jake is right!

Dora complained seriously with a puzzling look as she was sure to salute her, so she accidentally blew it out, not just around her, but even Jake.

"Dora... that's enough. Safe and above all."

"Are you feeling a little nervous?

"Oh, not at all"

Jake recognized the battle was over for the first time since he came here, and untied the thread of tension. I didn't have another thing to worry about. But I dared to ask that question to my chest.

Yes, there can't be. For a moment when Jake fought Dora back-to-back, I thought Dora was more reliable than Alberto.

"We... we didn't turn up, did we, Crudus?"

"Right."

Marion and Crudas were blurry as they processed after the battle. No, it was mainly Marion who was blurry, and Crudas is just pale working on it, as usual.

Even for Marion and the others, this battle was a big one. And the man who hung most in this battle was Marion, no other. Marion, the king and prince of Ormekis, had a strong desire to remain in Gloria. Of course, the urge to return home was flying like an arrow from the country, but Marion still had something to learn in this Arnelia. Of course, there is also a very secular reason that if you return to the country, you will no longer be free. Above all, I also felt like sparing my friends who could speak equally to me here in Gloria. While I thought I was disqualified as Prince Wang, I had made myself an excuse that there would still be respite if I considered the King to be a healthy victor.

For Marion to decide on official participation in Gloria and hence in the Knights of the Temple, his achievements on this expedition are where he wants them. That is why Marion asked Rafferty through Crudas to volunteer to fight on the front lines with Rafferty.

But in reality, there was no battle as expected, and they fell into their dreams without realizing it, and when they woke up, the battle was over. Marion could only be ashamed of her own uncertainty. And not being able to raise the kung fu was very lethal as a marion.

"But you should think that just having a life in this battle is good. It's a rare mortality rate in battles in recent years."

"Are you comforting me, Crudus?

"I don't mean to. But it's true. If he's alive, he'll have his next chance."

"I hope you have the next one."

"That's not true."

"No, Crudas. He's stubborner than us. Half-consolation is counterproductive."

It was Miltre who came there. He came to help Crudus and Marion, who were finishing the body's confinement and cleaning up the residue.

"All the bodies were housed. Let's get this over with and get you back."

"Will a replacement unit be dispatched?

"Oh. Until then, the knight stationed says Mr. Aristotle will lead. We all need to return."

"I don't know, we're cared for."

"I can't help it. No matter how many times I've been in action, I still have hair on my students. Honestly, we're not helping, and staying here won't help. It's better to go home and train than that."

"That's a really solid idea. But that's all there is."

Marion is in tune with Miltre's idea, and they try to clean up and leave the spot in a hurry. Carry out the equipment to be recovered, again in bags from the edges that you may be able to take home and find out. Exactly all is impossible, so the area is recovered from what seems to be a high priority at the discretion of the site.

Especially the holding of bodies is difficult. Bodies can most often be miserable in battle, but there are always those on the battlefield who clean up after them. Beast burial and bird burial can also be expected in the wilderness, but people have to do it in the building. And most of Arnelia's people are quite handsome. I don't have enough parts of my body for a funeral, then I often don't dress up.

The recovery of the bodies is the role of the new America. Often, even a human with a liver will throw up when he sees the body of his companion. No Miltre, no Marion. That's no exception, so much so that even Crudas couldn't speak of anything that day.

In retrieving them, Kludas noticed a red stain around the border between the wall and the floor. It never feels old, but bright red. When Crudas stopped working, he stared at the stain for a while. Then, a little bit, but certainly the stain is getting bigger.

When Crudas threw out what he had in his hand, he began to examine the stained walls. Reacting to the sound of Crudas throwing things out, Marion and Miltre also come by.

"What's up, Crudus?"

"Quiet... over here, you're hollow. I'll break it."

When Crudas drifted out of his sword, he cut the wall without waiting for two replies. The walls seemed to be turning back, but not so thick or sturdy, they lost their spinning struts by the sword of Crudus, and fell on the other side by the buckwheat.

After the door collapses, there is a sound of water and two people peering in from behind.

"That's rough... huh?

"Is this... hekatonkail?

"I guess..."

What the three saw was the wreckage of what would have been Hekatonkail, splashed across a thin hidden hallway side across the wall. The only reason I could describe it as "would be," was because Hecatonkail was finely cut into exactly every piece of armor.

In the smell of backward blood, Crudas lit the magic of light on hand, illuminating the range visible from the entrance. The length of the hallway is quite something, I can't see the other side, but I only found that similar sights are connected all the time. Because it crosses dozens of meters just within sight, but the blood is flowing without staying.

"That's exactly the river of blood."

"How many did you have?

"Dozens of bodies don't give a shit. There are only 20 weapons that appear to be there. And whoever did it is not half the master."

"Every piece of armor is shattered. What kind of sword did you use? No way, Demon Crystal?

"Looks like Captain Rafferty could do it. Although it is possible to argue with each other and consider it self-determination."

"There will be no self-determination"

"What do you think? I don't know what they're thinking."

"No, this is..."

I can't do it to Rafferty, and Crudas wanted to say it belonged to an individual other than that in the first place, but stopped that word, which went all the way out to his throat. Alberto should be the only one in Arnelia whose sword arm stands above Rafferty's, but even with that alberto he finds it impossible to slaughter until this vivid. Because despite all this sea of blood, there is little blood flying on the walls. This means that Hekatonkail was cut and torn into eight pieces at such a rate that he didn't notice until he fell. Even with the use of Demonic Crystal Stone, Rafferty is not extended by force, and Alberto is not extended by technology.

And the wounds were uniform. This is a single weapon, showing what an individual has done. I couldn't believe Crudas. Crudas makes weapons collection, research a secret hobby. I know because it's him. This cut is not a demonic crystal stone. Strength is certainly more sword than Hekatonkail's armor, but it is heterogeneous to the Demonic Crystal Stone. How much such a substance, a sword, exists in this world. There are several candidates that come to mind for Crudas in existence, but it is hard to believe that any of them exist in this place.

In the first place, this is not human business. It's like a sickle went through only this hallway.

"(Who... who, when, did. I've been here most of the time since I woke up. If I did, do you mean in the middle of a fight? If the gesture of laying low so close had been added to the battle, this would not have been the only damage. Me too... damn, who!? Is there such a monster in our midst?

Crudas had something unintelligible about the identity of his creepy allies. The blood flowing through his feet was still spreading its flow loosely.

Continued