The Branded Female Fencer

"Well, another interesting thing is that I think I can tell from Orangeables. That means we'll have fun later. So, apart from that, I need a favor."

"You mean a body instead of a maneater?

"It's helpful to have a good guess. Can I help you?

"I wish it would be a warcraft as delicate as Isler Vata... isn't that the true dragon class? Yeah, that's not what you'll find."

"True dragon class... I see, right? Did you have that hand?"

Doom seemed to come up with something. Anomaly's eyes shine.

Sounds like you came up with something.

"Oh, that's funny. You'll see soon enough."

"You mean the plan."

"Well."

"Now, does it make sense to involve them? If I could sprinkle the orange zebul..."

"That's funny. I can't finish without being ridiculed by Orangeables. That's what you are, isn't it?

"I'm either. It doesn't matter who's using it."

"I can't stand it, I'll do anything to get back at Aurangebull. You don't know anything else now."

Anomaly looked a little surprised by Doom's unexpected obsession.

"Heh... you got an obsession, too. For Osiria?

"There's that too."

"Nothing, but excessive obsession will destroy you. Especially if he's the head of a high elf, not a glimmer."

"I know."

Doom nodded and looked like he remembered something.

"What's going on?

"That's like you're forgetting something..."

"You too? Me, too, but what is it?

"Uh-huh..."

Osiria didn't know what was wrong with the two of them, she was just comparing the two troubled with alternating cold eyes.

And what they had forgotten was a common figure.

"Damn, what was that shock earlier... if you hadn't shielded Hecaton Cale in the dust, he'd be dead."

Put Riddill in charge of Hekatonkail, and Gunz was still wandering through the woods. I was told to escape, and although it was good to have left the scene for a nasty situation, on second thought, I was not specifically designated a rendezvous point. I'm going to go to a neighboring town or village for now, but I didn't even know which place it was right now. The surroundings are too bright because of a splash of firepowder all over the forest. Even to rely on the stars in the sky to know the direction, the number of stars visible was low.

"The woods burn, the mountains blow up, and you're not kidding, I want to... hey, you think so too, right?

But neighbor Hekatonkale doesn't reply. It's not an intelligent individual.

"Shit, there's a doll. I don't know."

Gunz was going early enough to put the scene behind him, albeit in a bad way. Fire hands go around the woods fast. This is a dry zone, so if you stay alert, you'll be wrapped in fire in no time.

Because Gunz was in a hurry, he didn't realize there was someone approaching him.

"What... there's someone out there."

The moment Gunz alerted him, an arrow flew over Gunz's face. Gunz grabs one of them easily, but the arrows were more numerous than he thought.

"Ooh?"

Gunz pulled his sword out of the sudden assault, but shortly afterwards he realized that his right arm, which was supposed to have a sword, had fallen to the ground and was further stabbed through his heart from behind. As Gunz tried to look back behind him, the sword was pulled out of his heart as soon as possible, snapping Gunz's neck.

Gunz saw. I recognize a woman who snapped her neck in an instant. When I was still leading a snake (Scarsnake) involved in a spear, I was enjoying myself at the inn with a woman I had appropriately found in the inn, and I stepped on the spot and allowances and gradually killed two of my people. One found out later, Verfra, captain of the retaliation unit of the Friedelinde mercenary regiment. And the other, its deputy captain, Marguerite.

Gunz remembers. That I was afraid of those two. Above all, so was Velfra's power, but Marguerite was more impressed when she smiled all the way around killing a man with blood in her face. I know because it's Gunz. This woman is just like herself, that she has one broken line as someone else. It's the same kind that made me understand the horror of it. And the sword wrestler was forged to kill everything but himself. A little bit, it could be a sword that even kills itself.

And the woman's face was the identity of whoever was behind her. Marguerite snuck out of her back without a sound and snapped her neck. Gunz was surprised how distracted he was by other things. And at the same time, when it got stronger, it was too bad for Annomarie to throw it away.

"He can't use it. Give me the power..."

The last time he saw the light gone from Gunz's eyes, Marguerite instantly killed Hekatonkail, who was on the spot. It was about seven in number, but not among things such as dolls that had no will of their own for Marguerite. Marguerite's stunt is an unrivalled sword that is so precise as to tear it apart from a gap in Hekatonkail's armor.

Clear the remaining enemies and your men will come out of the woods and speak to Marguerite.

Continued