The Branded Female Fencer

"From our common sense, if you are respectful, or die. But they've already killed the conquest troops, so usually dispose of them. You must be the subject of a magic experiment often and for the rest of your life. I would give death to a thought."

"Right. I don't have any luck with that kid either... I'm glad I was born into a proper sorcerer's lineage. That way, those with the right abilities will be guided to the right place. Kuwabara Kuwabara"

"I agree. Damn, how could this have happened if a witch or a mentor had picked it up properly? Because they're lazy, the witches are going to be killed by a bunch of inept black magicians."

Marigold walked to the office early, sniffing cold noses.

At the same time. The office of the Dark Magic Faction was quiet. It's not like people are sleeping. Many of them wake up and work, but by the nature of the magic they use, they spoke less loudly. For this reason, it is their habit to lurk their voices even in everyday conversations. Weirdly quiet inside against the number of people awake. Sometimes everyone wears their robes softly from their heads, and if someone they don't know visits, they will fall into the illusion that there are many ghosts wandering around. Faction decorations are plain and may be due to dim surroundings

Walking alone in it is Ehruale. She was rare to those in the dark faction and walked without even trying to hide her face. Originally she also hates to weave feathers such as robes. My surroundings told me to follow the faction's custom, so as a compromise, I dressed myself like I was only wearing a robe. Just still, there's no substitute for her standing out.

I think Aeluare. The dark faction is a faction that tries to grasp the truth from the darkness. Therefore I still think it is quite necessary to darken the inside of the faction in order to get acquainted with the darkness, even to humanity. Besides, I can't even flatter myself with my bright personality. Those of bright character were not good at dark magic in the first place, and they reconsidered that they had no other love.

Aeluare's tightening of his mouth and walking to his big crotch is very refreshing. Compared to the members of a haunted faction, she looked very riddled.

Aeluare arrived in a room off the faction. Slightly coarsely knocking on that door opens the door without waiting for a response from inside.

"Excuse me."

"Uhm."

It was Ingville who was inside. He, also the right arm of Hoomilne, was doing his errands as usual even at this hour when the night was about to pass by. He keeps working, not even trying to stop the brush, not even looking at Aeluare again.

As usual, Aeluare also took the liberty of borrowing a chair in the corner, waiting for Ingville's work to come to a paragraph. Ingville releases a letter to her.

"Read it."

"... this is a schematic of when the witch regiment was raided. Direction, time zone and number of raids. It says quite accurately. Where did you get this?

"I know someone who reads memories of the land. I asked him to make this outline. What do you think?"

"Hi, nothing, isn't there a lot of traitors? If this is the case, they will lose."

"It's not there that matters"

Ingville stopped the butler's hand and turned back to Aeluare.

"Even some witches need traitors. Depending on the reason, you can consider the mentor to be in the same situation. I mean, we can't ask for assistance anywhere"

"Isn't there an Arnelian church"

"One black magician just attacked, and they broke into Honmaru? I repelled him, but I doubt he'll ask me if I can count on him. Even assuming you're still hiding your power. Besides, the Church of Arnelia, unlike in the past, was carrying out disarmament immediately in this era of peace. It will be very difficult to regain the power of war like it did in the full season."

"What about the Orin Pass Association?

"There is no concept of working with us in the first place. 'Cause you're more of a bunch than I am, over there. I guess I'm proud to say that I have all that fighting power. But this time the other guy..."

Seeing Ingville's expression sink in sometime, Ehruare caught a strange thought. Ingville, a man who doesn't have as many mouths, but always takes a full attitude towards himself. It is not in Aeluare's memory, such as the man's inability to speak and act clearly.

"Master Ingville?

"No... you can't even think about it. You said something boring."

"No. Seems insignificant, would you like one from me?

Ingville was heartily surprised by Aeluare's suggestion. Aeluare acted almost exclusively as a pawn in Ingville, and sometimes even Ingville mistakenly thought of herself as a tease trick. It may have been since the first time the Aeruare was taken over, such as when the Aeruare opined for itself.

Aeluare didn't seem to realize, for example, that his actions were startling Ingville.

"I don't have a problem with you being like that. I sold my soul to you to rebuild my home. And the magic I have developed is proving to be effective against that hero king. It's better for me to end the hero king than to dispose of the alphilis. Because you can apply to the Magic Church as an achievement.

Then it is I who have my vengeance on my chest, and thus endure these damn boring tasks and the humans. If you don't have the ability to use me, I don't want to be in such a shady place for a second. Kill you right here, but you're leaving?

Ingville was in a pleasant mood for a long time when he saw Aeruare not even trying to hide his killings against himself. This feeling I've forgotten for a long time. nervousness when confronting those who slap themselves into killing.

Ingville noticed a simple urge to sleep in himself and mocked himself. Aeluare surprises Ingville with his attitude.

"What's wrong?

"No, what. I just realized that I'm an idiot again too. Yes, it was simpler."

"This is the story. But thank you, it's been a while since I've been honest with myself."

Leaving the unspeakable Aeruare alone, Ingville remembered one old time. Back when I just belonged to the Magic Church, I was only thinking about going up within this church. Understanding it was reckless, he remembered Tetrastine's temper when he signed up for a one-horse hit. At the same time, you know, about that guy you gave yourself a glimpse of.

Continued