The Branded Female Fencer

Once there was a young sorcerer in the Magic Church. He aspired to witchcraft for a reason and hit the gates of the church of witchcraft without learning any event about witchcraft.

But the reality was harsh. Most churches are given the ability to be magicians more than at birth. And those who have a first-rate education to this day. For that young man who was not found as a magician at birth and later hit the gate as a magician, everything else could do as normal was difficult.

Young people don't originally learn either. Although it was the reading and writing of the letters that I managed on my own, I could not even read any of the sorcery books written in old languages, or like cryptography. In a magic church where everything comes to a desperate end about himself and it is only natural to kick someone else if there is a gap, he was ignored and no one reached out.

One day, he didn't know where the next classroom was. The next class will have exams to determine credits. If this was not over, we could not move on to the next process, and access to the material remained restricted. The young man was unusual and in such a hurry that he could not even fix it. A magician passing at him like that speaks up. He was such a young sorcerer that he still looked about the same age.

- What are you looking for? Yeah, that classroom's over there.

The young man spoke for the first time without loss, magician. He had a young but genius brain and was already a little celebrity within the church. The young man decided softly on his heart. Trying to return this favor to him one day.

It was not until some time later that the young man learned that he had left the Magic Church without a voice from any faction, although he had finished the process by playing flying class.

"You idiot... even without vengeance, there were so many people who admitted to you."

Tetrastine said a word of pity to the charcoal-extinguished Yarensen. But whether it reached his ear even when he had breath.

Yarensen was cut off, the room was changed and the election continued. There was also a proposal as to whether to re-vote Yarensen's vote, but his rampage came after the election results, and in the end it was settled that Tetrastine would not change to re-election. Because Karabal was on the faction seat instead of Yarensen, but he was relieved. Whatever you say, you'll lack decent judgment right now.

Even then, some of them may have been disgusted as to whether the Tetrastine system would continue. But those grievances are by no means good for mouth. At the same time, there was a frontier of giving up on everyone.

When Tetrastine, dressed in his clothes, reached the chairman's seat, he slowly looked around. More than half the faces don't even try to keep an eye on Tetrastine.

Tetrastine sighed wondering if this was her church. Inside, I envy Miriazal.

"Now, even if I did, I'd be in the chairmanship - and greetings for my inauguration. More than that, I have a suggestion for everyone from me. After resolving the agenda I had just communicated before the invoice was opened, I intend to resign as Chairman"

To what Tetrastine had so lightly said, the servants and magicians saw him a little too. But both Tetrastine and Lissie, who would refrain from doing so, were not upset.

With no one, yelling at Tetrastine.

"Chairman! Are you kidding me too much?

"I'm not kidding, it's what I've been deciding before this general meeting started. To be honest, what I or I wanted was the right to propose an agenda at this meeting and the human resources rights of a later chairman. After the chairman resigns for any reason, the chairman shall be represented by the vice-chairman until the next election. And unless the vice-chairman disagrees, it shall be done by those who were vice-chairmen in the election. Definitely, Winston."

"Yeah, yeah. That's true, though."

MC Winston also seemed unable to hide his upset at the sudden suggestion. Only Tetrastine is going about the conversation plainly.

"Then the next seat is now that Yarensen is dead, don't mean Hoomilne. Anyone who disagrees, please do so on this occasion. After I resign my chairman's seat, a trust resolution would be a good idea.

... you don't seem to. Then move on to the agenda. "

Tetrastine proclaimed in high spirits, and the general meeting was held.

"I got hit. Totally fucked!

After the general meeting was dissolved, Hoomilne told him to throw up. I somehow knew why Hoomilne was upset with Ingville.

"You've taken full ownership of this agenda by the chairman,"

"Naturally! Who can make a sober decision after they say that! Thanks to this, the surviving witch will have to accept that the Demon King's workshop raid will be Arnelia-led and, besides, abandoned about the Alphilis? Damn, something's wrong! Why have you been building up your strength and moving in the shadows!

Hoomilne's anger had reached its peak. The others only follow the frustrating appearance of Hoomilne by sneaking a distance. Only Ingville can speak to Hoomilne.

"But isn't this a good idea, now the chairman is Master Humilne? As you wish, power is in our hands."

"Are you serious? He's a pissed off man!

"... what does that mean?

"That man who was under Yarensen's command. It would be a doll under Silence's command. He's infiltrated into the depths of the Magic Church, isn't he? We no longer know how far their hands are reaching in this church. What's a sand castle like this gonna be when you get it!? We didn't know he existed, did we?

Besides. If you accept a witch into this church, you will obviously stand on the arrows of black magicians. That man has the guts to push us into trouble and leave us alone!

"Calm down, Master Hoomilne. Still, it makes no difference that we have real power. It's up to us to decide what to do. Even if this is a sand castle, you just have to start by consolidating it, beyond finding out that the black magician's hand is reaching out. The enemy's hands will be completely eliminated.

Besides, if you handle it well when it comes to witches, you'll have no more fighting power. I was wondering if it would be possible to take them into our faction. "

Humilne, who was out of breath and furious, but gradually settled into Ingville's calm.

"... can you do that?

"It would be my job to do that."

"I see, then I'll leave it to you. I have to move myself, too. I'm gonna be busy for a while."

"Right. Then quickly I have something to do. Excuse me for this."

"Uhm."

Ingville had broken up with Hoomilne and was going down a dark hallway alone. And in the corridor of the tower and tower within the Magic Church, he met Tetrastine, who stood on his own path.

Continued