The Branded Female Fencer

"Huh."

When Maneater noticed Dragreo, Maneater had been skipped far the other way with Dragreo's fist. Though nearly half destroyed by a silver brace, it is still a man-eater that retains a bit of a hill or so of mass. It was a giant who threw pebbles, but blew them very far. Obviously, a heterogeneous force as before.

You feel that danger, Osiria stands in front of Dragreo. Dragreo's limbs need to be screwed to activate the mindfulness power at all costs, but Dragreo has bounced back the running of Osirian power with only his muscle strength. Osiria blowing up in recoil, but still trying to confront Dragreo. Dragleo praised the Osiria, no other.

"Stop it, witch of death"

"Even you can't stop me. You can't kill me."

A very, very quiet voice for Dragreo. It was too quiet and the voice sounded as if all the noise had been cancelled by a loud grunt that echoed from the bottom of the ocean. Osiria had given way to Dragreo herself, if she noticed. I can't do anything about it. That's what my instincts told me.

Lifeless and Doom looked at each other when they saw the unusual dragleo.

"Doom, did you do something again"

"No way... this is the anomaly. I didn't imagine this possibility, but... I guess it's my fault, it's more intimidating than just now. This is the one called Sage Time?

"I don't know what you're talking about. But I guess it's not my fault. There's a more dangerous smell coming from him than before."

Lifeless and Doom were surprised by Dragreo's transformation. Dragleo usually fights with overwhelming killing and endurance, but the intimidation was known. Because Dragreo always fought in a foolish way, for better or for worse. I didn't think I had anything to be afraid of once I had figured out the guidelines.

But how about now? Dragreo was not present in him, he was entangled in intimidation and intelligence. If strength and killing stayed the same, everyone thought this might not be the perfect fighter.

The Dragreo walked straight to the Alphilis. Stopping perfectly along the way, I glanced at Doom.

"I thought you were just a kid ghost, but you turned into a ghost."

"About me?

"You should probably try to blur it too. I don't know about your clowning. I call in other dangers. And it will destroy you yourself."

"... you keep your mouth shut like you found out. What do you mean?

"Come on, I wonder what it is. God, maybe?

When I saw Dragreo laughing all the time, Doom and Lifeless got a little giggled. Dragreo just made a joke. I didn't think he was the man to say that, rather than thinking he had that intelligence, so he was totally poked at the void.

Dragreo's fist flied three times for Doom, as he poked through that gap. But Doom also learns just as well, changing some of them into shapes and fleeing. But before he escaped, Dragreo's kick was waiting for him. Doom gets kicked in the face and can stop moving without having time to get stuffy. The impact was wind pressure, enough to blow the flame behind Doom.

"Oh... na"

Why can you accurately capture the shaped self? There was no time to cast such questions, and there was an even more surprising sight in front of Doom. It was in Dragreo's hands that he saw a fireball that was clearly considered magic.

"Now, does it work for you, the evil spirit?

"Gu... SO!

When Doom ate the fireball so that it could be pressed against his face, it just blew away. When Doom realized that his vision had been completely taken away, Doom was flown to the other side, like a man eater, by an overwhelming storm at a moment when he thought the flame in front of him was hot.

"Doom!"

Follow Osiria after her blown doom. After the doom was blown up, Dragreo was shaped like a protruding palm bottom. Lifeless watched that the palm of which Dragreo stuck out unconstitutionally certainly had little magic.

"Dragreo... what's that now?" Compressed Atmosphere "only appeared, but there is little convergence of magic. So did the fireballs earlier."

"Do you call it pressing the atmosphere? No name for me. It's just a blow. I've got a little help from the Spirit."

"You use witchcraft?

"No."

"But sure."

"It's a difference in perception, I don't see this power as magic. If this is what you call witchcraft, you know my offensive witchcraft. I don't have the power to force the Spirit to subordinate me like you do.

It's against my creed, but I respect you for having that power. So was Doom earlier. I'm sorry, kid, but he's got no other qualities in him. He is the only one on this continent. He won't even realize that, but if he does, something terrible happens. I think he's the enemy to be defeated. How about you, my son? "

"What, me?

Suddenly Dragreo told me the story and Alphilis was confused. Everyone's gaze gathers in the Alphilis, and the Alphilis wanders.

"Um, I don't know. What do you mean," son "? Who are you?"

"I'm me. I thought you'd understand, son, but... Hmm?

Dragreo peered into Alphilis with a strange face. And its face clouds with Russia.

"Right, you know what? Indeed, this is an abomination. Orangeable, you've done a hell of a job. What would have happened to fulfilling his plan by now, had it not been for the few people who had stopped him? But did you know the maiden of the mother because of the strangeness of the cause and the distortion? This is good again.

But now I know what the Orange Bull guy is thinking. You have to kill him, Aurangebull. "

Dragreo gratefully thanked him when he suddenly knelt before the Alphilis.

Continued