The Branded Female Fencer

"Coming...!

"Apparently, the enemy is inevitable. I don't know why you came here."

"That's the only thing Akon has to do. You may not know, but we've almost settled elsewhere already. The rest of the strong people here are meeting together. He's also a former warrior, so he sniffs out the strong guy's air and gathers around. Isn't that why you're here?

"Are you sure?

Lifeless was surprised, but Doom said nothing more. I didn't have time to ask that, and the enemy was showing up. Though thin, the trees fell at the same time. Everyone pays attention even if they don't like it.

"You think that's... the Demon King?

Lifeless raised a voice of doubt. That should be it, too. I showed up in front of them because I was just one human man. Sword on the back. The man, dressed in simple clasps and traveller-like light attire, stood on the spot with his hands slightly dripping.

Both face to face often. Zeldos has joined us there.

"What was that howl earlier? It didn't seem like it belonged to the Beast Man, but... you kind of got more familiarity."

"He apparently left. What about the battle earlier?

"Yeah, I win."

Zeldos did not boast at all and said it off as if it were very natural. Certainly Zeldos has Zerver in charge on his shoulder while he is still in armor. And from behind, his troops gradually caught up.

"Captain, don't get too ahead of me!

"Let it go, Lasha. If you were a horseback rider, you could handle it."

"I did something. Not as weak as you say, those guys."

"Either way. This way more than that."

As Zeldos pointed at the man, Lasha looked at you. At the same time, Lasha's whole body hair reverses. Lasha learned by instinct. That opponent is the one to be most alert to.

"Captain, that's..."

"Oh, it's pretty bad. From what I've seen, he goes into a shitty mess. Seriously, there's a lot of trouble behind him. Have you missed the occasion to come out?

"Should I have called Valsas"

"Did you call him?

To Lasha's blur, a voice rises from among the beasts. As the beasts reacted to their voice, there was certainly Valsas, the leader of the Blackhawk. Zeldos didn't even know, he raised his voice of surprise.

"Hey, Valsas! Why are you here?

"Because I was hired. I want you to put out this battlefield fire."

"To whom?

"I can't tell you that. But that's the guy who called me here."

What Valsas was referring to was that human man. The man reacted to Valsas' arrival and pulled out his sword. Valsas also pulls out his sword as he responds again.

"Is that what he called you here?

"Oh, right. It's not just me, it's all the strong guys who can respond to that scream. I guess I just happened to be close.

But it's not even a face he doesn't know. "

"Who?

Valsas speaks with a sigh.

"He's a brave certified mercenary. It's Riddill, the man who said," The original stone of true bravery. "

"Is that him?!?

"Hey, I know that name, too."

Zeldos was surprised, and the line similarly raised its voice. No, not just the line, but a large number of mercenaries had at least heard the name.

Brave Lydil. A mercenary who was young and certified brave for his too great feat. Originating in a noble capacity and young enough to inherit its heritage, Lidil releases its property for the peasants of the territory. A warrior who fought demons who appeared in his own territory and grew up fighting as a division, with pride of nobility in his heart. Together with the civilian population, he fell in love with his character. Many people helped him, and he also helped more. Lydil, the man who was wanted and became a brave man. Everyone was rumouring that he would eventually become a leading brave man on the continent.

That warrior stands before you as the head of the demon king, that fact. The line did not hide its anger and grabbed it by Doom.

"Hey, what are you talking about!? Did you guys do Riddill?

"Not me, at least. Besides, it shouldn't be anomaly. Anomaly said," I picked it up. "If you did it, you'd be more proud of it.

It was someone else who did it. That's also the story of every fellow Lydill killed in an extraordinarily cruel way. Anomaly was a bit of a whisperer, and that sounded terrible. The one who can do that, I think, is limited among humans. "

"Is that rumor still true?"

Lisa didn't miss a word Valsas shrugged.

"What do you mean? What's that rumor?

"... that those who defeat the brave will be limited."

"... I see"

"It'll come more than that."

When Valsas popped out, Lidil popped out at the same time. Valsas stepped in pretty fast, too, but Lydill's jump was off track. Riddill had already crushed the distance and flesh-compelled when Valsas took a step forward. Pushed by momentum, Valsas descends as he chooses the ground.

"Ugh!?

"Valsas!"

Zeldos spoke unexpectedly, but Valsas immediately pushed Ridil over. But whether he pushes it or not, Riddill quickly gets in shape and hits Valsas. It's like a ball with a rubber strap on it, and it's going to hit Valsas right away. One blow, a shock running around like you can hear your whole body pounding.

Valsas was very calmly judged, although his surroundings could not be broken into and he could only see the tremendous attack of Lydil. The only time he was attacked was with the first blow, and then he was completely free to strike off Lydil's punch.

The Alphilis were not the only ones to admire, but Calamity, Zeldos and Lifeless were the same.

"Well, don't do it."

"The Valsas one, he's getting stronger again"

"Hmm, is there still so many swordsmen in the world? It's what I want."

And Valsas either cut off Lydil's punch or ended up with a complete Lydil blow to the ground belly. The failure to slash with the sword was a sign of Valsas' leeway.

"You're no different than you used to be, Lydill. It's a straight line of attack to the point of stupidity. No matter how fast, it won't reach me."

"Uru..."

Valsas asked, but it is doubtful whether Ridil had ever heard it. However, did you feel the difference in strength, and I tried to circle around Valsas and began to look carefully at how things were going.

Riddill's legs stopped at that moment when everyone thought he was going into glue. And then, once he started stepping on his feet, his feet began to carve a complicated pace, so much less and invisibly faster.

Continued