The Branded Female Fencer

"Let it go, yeah, yeah, no, yeah!

She just slashed down the right leg of a temper flashing dollar. And as he swung, he twirled and rotated his body, applying a centrifugal force to cut the tendon off his other leg. A bright, y blow so vivid that the acid that erupts doesn't have time to corrode the sword. Not surprisingly, Dorn fell into the building with a huge scream.

"Here, little girl... often, too?

Fostina moved faster than Dorn did evil. The first time Dorn realizes that there is a sword protruding in front of him, he learns that when the sword grows, a sudden, hot pain occurs in the back of his left eye.

"Whaaaa?"

"I need to ask you something"

When Dorn looked forward with his remaining right eye, Fostina stood poking her sword in front of her. Fostina is by no means a big body, but its intimidation was so killer that even having a dollar turned into a giant was illusory that it was bigger than itself.

"Who made you look like this?

"Hey, say what. I 'm-"

"I'm not going to ask for an excuse for crap, answer in three seconds. Where the hell do I get the object that made you look like this?

Dorn was a little nervous about Fostina's inquiry. Fostina realizes what she's doing. One of the most powerful brave men on the continent is aware of this fact. Did you or someone else do a hem? Either way, we knew it was an unfolding without respite.

But Dorn thought. I was told it was unnecessary, and I was made to look like this. I got the power, but apparently it doesn't work on this woman brave opponent. I thought it was natural that I, who was originally a merchant, did not know how to fight, and I thought that I was no longer in charge of the organization.

That's right, where do I need to stand up now? If this woman at least destroys the organization, isn't that something to look forward to too - Dorn thought.

"Wow, okay. Speak."

"You should. At least I'll make it a pitiful mistake."

Even the Dorn could believe that there were no lies in Fostina's words. Of all mercenaries, female mercenaries are known to fight in the most honest and clean manner. Dorn understood that there was no lie or falsehood in his reputation.

"I don't know who made the pills either. But those who use it know."

"That's fine, talk to me"

"It's..."

Dorne suddenly noticed herself without a voice, trying to release herself from it. The tongue is paralyzed. The jaw is powerless and cannot emit sound. Dorn moved his mouth like an old man who moron afterwards. Fostina puts her neck around and looks at Dorn.

"? What's up?"

"Oh... ah... (mouth, I can't move!?

Dorn heard a ringing voice in his head at that time. The voice, faint as a bell rang in the distance, but certainly heard, eventually made a clear sound.

"(It's...)"

"(What? What do you mean?

"(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

In front of Dorn stood a man with a mask imitating the evil spirit. No sights have been seen before. Dorn wolfed for no reason, but the man went on to give up such a dorn.

"(Don't tell anyone about us, especially me. Shadows are shadows. The deeper it deepens, the stronger the light shines in the world. I want to see it, I want to see stronger light, I want to see darker shadows.

That's why we wage war. This flow cannot be stopped, it cannot stop. It cannot be stopped by black magicians, by Arnelia, by the Sorcery Church or by the Society for the Exorcism) "

"(Say what -)"

"(So Dorn, you can't talk about anything. No, we can't talk about anything. Because that's how I do it. I believe in your loyalty, don't I? But, you know, this is how I came out, I guess it's sad. It's nothing more than a sign that you're trying to betray us.

So from now on, you will lose yourself completely, and become a fighting doll. Instead, let me show you my face one last time) "

So the man - when the Lord of the Voice, who seems to be Whisper, removes the mask of the Evil Spirit, there is -

"Hi-gi-ah!

"What?

Fostina was surprised and stepped back because she raised her voice as if she had seen something horrible, wondering if the Dorn in front of her stood still for a moment. Then he noticed Dorn's fist flying toward him, and Fostina turned her body backwards and stepped off the scene.

What Fostina, who went down to the ground, saw was the figure of Dorn, who slapped himself on the head.

"... again or always like this! Always. Always. These guys die themselves. What's going on!?

As Fostina rages, the head crushed Dorn wakes up peeling. And his eyes on his shoulder, and his mouth on his belly, each appeared anew.

"Switched?

"It's troublesome, this is... At the same time, the position of the heart has increased. You will no longer die so easily."

Lisa leaked pompously, and Dorn slowly rose as she soaked up acid fluid. And when he was in a crawling position on all fours, his back was glistening and protruding, and he removed his feathers like worms on his back. Reflecting on new feathers that glow with colors, the sunlight enters the eyes of the alphilis.

"No way, you fly with that giant?

"I don't know, then neither the eagle sword nor Fostina's sword will arrive. We have to settle before that... no, reinforcements are here."

"Who?"

Louis pointed and Alphilis saw it over the fort. It was a one-horse flying dragon.

Continued