The Branded Female Fencer

While a fierce battle was taking place, Ekla, who would keep Jaeger away in Arnelia, was spared time and full of wonder.

"I wonder what they're doing..."

Actually, there's as much work as there is. But it's also true that you can't get in without someone to work with. I usually whisper to Alphilis about Ekla, but I realized once again that the matter supported how Ekla's life was going again.

No tension, boring. Ekla was spending her days thinking about that. Attempting to participate in the practice of the same remaining mercenaries in his spare time was only partly flaunted by the lack of talent of his sword.

Ekla no longer stopped elbowing when it came to the sword. Once again, Ekura realized that Dorothy, who had been holding the sword since the moment of her heart, seemed to have a limit to her talent when she was only about three months old with the sword. Ekra herself knew very well that she had no talent to run the battlefield with the Alphilis.

But there is still greed. It is also true that I am not always satisfied with all the voicemails. Ekla was trying to sneak up on his time and gain knowledge as a commander in the book of military law. Fortunately, the collection of books is indispensable thanks to my father Hausen. Always it was possible for her to get the latest military law books, or even the old-fashioned ones.

One of them, Ekla, has recently been intrigued by a brand new military code. The military code written here was content that overshadowed the way it has always been.

"It's a rare tactic to weave a magician, isn't it? If an existing tactician sees something like this, he might get angry and make a deal."

What was written in that military law book completely ignores knightly manners, courtesies, etc. It was written concentrating only on one point: how efficiently to win with less sacrifice. It naturally includes inhumane means, and it is written assuming that the sorcerer is on his side in a group. Rather, it was written in such a way that a large number of magicians could even be received as being in the wrong shape of a state that would not take in as a force until now.

In the first place, the Book of War is written assuming humans versus humans. It was not until dawn that the Book of War became available to the world. It is also said that it was at the beginning of the book of war that it was written to bring a certain discipline to the battle as the war between men intensified. Some of them included something like a code of ethics, which created an implicit understanding into war by criticizing a foreign legal strategy in a medium that touched a large number of eyes beyond the country of books. States that resorted to tactics that were forbidden by the laws of war were condemned, creating a tide that would not be dealt with in the international community.

But the military code Ekla was looking at had those common sense smiles on his face. Surprise, deception is the usual means. Weapon is more harmful to the target by poisoning it, just enough to poison it. If you can win a war, you don't need to listen to Arnelia's ceasefire recommendations. Enemy generals are smarter to hold hostage and negotiate than to kill, etc. If you are a moralist, you will undoubtedly be nauseous, outraged at all the books torn and dumped.

Ekla used to throw away books like this just after reading a few pages. Instead of acting as a mercenary now, he was intrigued to read it.

"If you're a tactician serving your country, you shouldn't refer to it, but if you're a mercenary. The means written here are very efficient."

Ekura had forgotten to stay up late and was immersed in the book. Ekla is desperate to help Alphilis again. I don't even know exactly why I want to be so helpful to Alphilis. But it was fun for Ekla to support Alphilis and assist him in his actions. And I have a hunch for her. That it would surely be better than going back to the country and serving Muse with Hausen. Now it only went according to that hunch. The straight line hasn't changed a bit if you think about it.

That's why Ekla didn't notice. That the lemegate, which had been placed on the room as a decoration no longer, had disappeared at some point. Ekla was just spending as much time on her own as she thought, just to distract her loneliness, and just a little bit of openness.

"Nooooooo!

"Whoa, whoa!

The meeting between the two beasts, Dragreo and Valsas, continued. No, of course if Valsas, a human being, gets Dragreo's fist, he can't be alive. Rather than a meeting, Valsas is unilaterally chopping up Dragreo's body.

Every time it is chopped, Dragreo's body regenerates, and Valsas chops that body with more slashing than he did earlier. The repetition no longer seemed to have lasted much longer. It is all those around them who admired. Even Doom kept an eye on that meeting.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe I've been able to meet that guy for so long."

"You're a hell of a swordsman, actually"

"Of course. Who the hell do you think he is?"

Zeldos said proudly as if it were about him, with his arms in his arms.

"He's the strongest warrior on the continent. I admit there are a lot of other awesome ones, but he's still the best. Nobody can beat him."

"Isn't that polar? There will be many strong men on this continent you have never met or known."

"That's right. But I still think he's the best."

Zeldos turned to Lisa and laughed.

"It just sounds like snoring inside you."

"Lady, the conditions necessary for a strong warrior. You know what I mean?

"A strong mind for a strong body. I think it's called a cardiac body."

"Yes, but I focus on the 'heart' among them. I don't mean to talk about spirituality without a shadow, but I think one of the reasons why an animal man who's supposed to be physically overwhelming couldn't take hegemony on this continent is there. When I started living in people, I realized that beasts were more of a developing species than humans."

Zeldos said a little sarcastically. He's also an animal man. Is there still something I think of somewhere? Many people, even beasts, have forgotten that once upon a time in Gruzaldo, Dryan's ex and the Beastman struggled to take hegemony. Of course there's no reason for the Alphilis and the others to know.

Zeldos continued.

"Valsas technology is a big deal. But if it's just technology, it's hard for someone to remember a proper knight's sword. My body is very strong for people, but it still doesn't extend to us beasts. Still, it should be noted that he jumped inside the great army of Gruzaldo single-handedly, kicked six beast generals on his own, and struck out with Dryan single-handedly to draw. Why is that?"

"That rumor, were you serious..."

"Why?

Lisa didn't know what Zeldos intended and asked. Because it didn't sound like something to talk about in a situation as chopped up as it is now. But it didn't seem the same to Zeldos.

"My heart is different. There are no two letters in his mind that give up. How powerful the opponent will be, everything else disappears from his mind if he decides to fight. It doesn't matter what they do, whether they hit me or not. If you decide to defeat it, you will surely defeat it, becoming the incarnation of a complete battle. That's the kind of guy he is."

"But what people can and cannot do"

"I'm Valsas because I'm gonna do it all, he is. Well, I also feel that the theory is kind of broken, but I get through the impotence. In a good or a bad way. Isn't that what humans are?

As Zeldos spoke, Dragreo's blow hit Valsas' belly. It is the power of the man-eater giant. Just because Valsas is wearing armor doesn't mean he can withstand the shock.

But Valsas fought back against Dragreo with more force than that, despite the shock he had suffered in his belly. Was that blow unexpected to Dragreo, who was to receive the sword of Valsas without defense or anything? Takebamboo split from his face, and that's Dragreo finally stopped the move.

But even if he was cracked in the head, he would still not die, and Dragreo was still trying to recover even though he had cramps on the spot. In large part, Valsas naturally gathered his sword and turned to his companions. What a natural and fitting way to win the battle and hold the sword.

Continued