The Branded Female Fencer

But Cowen had a hunch. Above Amarina's flying dragon, Max did use alien powers.

"... then you can't."

"Can't you see how to open it?"

"It's not like I can't. You can do something about it if you sacrifice a few of my surroundings. As far as I'm concerned, I'm sorry. As long as I do that, I'll pull my hand."

"That's a good idea. But what do we do? It would be outrageous if that thing started flying through the sky in earnest. Spraying demons as they fly through the sky, dripping acid. Of all the demon kings that have ever emerged, it will undoubtedly be the greatest disaster"

"I know what it is! I know better than anyone..."

Max's Genius, It's 'Complete Prefetch'. The eyes of those with Max's eye bands can see the inside of the body. The breakdown is, for example, body temperature, blood flow and muscle movements. Predict enemy movements from there and carry them in your favor when confronted. One of the reasons Max, who was just a merchant's son, gained enough power to be entrusted with one squad in the bookhawk without any special talent. At the same time, the reason for his success as a merchant and combined with the forecasts coming from experience allowed him to preface. And that's why Max said he would have more fighting power than even Louis and Lexus by involving four of his men who move as he pleases.

But Max's abilities are not universal either. It can also be applied to creatures you have never seen, but with less precision. And 'reading' is an intriguing read wherever it goes; it doesn't have a 100% chance of success, nor does it preface minutes ahead. The more time passes, the less precise it will be, and it will be a pretty good reading of the military degree to the war situation. It's just that Max's prudent personality goes hand in hand and they think he's 'complete' unlimited. Obviously, his abilities are also useless in the serious circumstances beyond his control. Yes, in a situation like now.

Max was troubled. Louis, it's hard for us to do anything on our own, including Fostina. If the enemy is on the ground, we can push him. But Amarina's dropped feathers also regenerate immediately, and if they fly into the sky, they're overwhelmingly underpowered. Seeing other humans, it was hard to find anyone who was likely to guess.

But Max himself forgot. There are not many Blackhawks to whom he belongs who are very good at witchcraft. For that reason, his abilities are not good at reading magic.

And when everyone starts gradually feeling stuck, the air starts to flow like giving up. Muscade was unmotivated by the air, and Cowen was a trick such as whether he was thinking or waiting for something while looking down. Lisa and Larna suddenly realize the killings that occurred close to them as they were all caught up in the attacker. The source of this was Alphilis, who had not even shown any movement as it had been.

Lisa remembers the killing. After the battle against the Lifeless, it was the killing itself that Alphilis showed in the swamps. I remember the horrors of that time, and Lisa's body hardens unexpectedly. But the look on Alphilis's face, which Larna looked up to, was as vain as something important had fallen out.

"Um, is this...?

Alphilis was suddenly in an empty space with nothing. If you look around, no companions or enemies exist. On the contrary, neither the fortified building nor the collapsed debris existed, nor even the hustle and bustle of the battle. The gray ground just spreads. I don't even know if the ground was dirt or sand. It was a trample.

One thing I can say is, this is a very vague world. It was a miraculously, miraculously shaky, illusory world that swayed enough to step on and try to recognize it. Alphilis stood alone in it. No, maybe it's suspicious if he's really standing.

"Everybody...? What about that monster earlier? When did you get here?"

But I was not anxious about Alphilis because of wonder. Rather, it even appeases here. It's like knowing from birth, so to speak, home. If it was home, Alphilis thought it was something he missed a lot.

"Well, I wonder who called me here"

"Half me. The other half came on its own, right here."

Alphilis stood up for the voices he could hear. Alphilis knows the Lord of this voice. One day I have spoken to myself, the Lord of that voice that has become the edge of a rampage. Alphilis made his own reflection on the identity of the Lord of the Voice, but the conclusion didn't even take the form of a blur. Alphilis didn't really have a verse in mind.

But there was no more evil impression than wonder. Or maybe Alphilis' fear of the Lord of his voice faded. Because while Alphilis was regulated by Larna, she sometimes dreamed and sometimes heard her voice when she was tired.

Alphilis knew the curse was working properly, but the seal wasn't as effective as it used to be. That was because I also felt the increased power of the magic I used, and the Lord of the Voice began to speak to Alphilis frequently. But rarely do I show my face here because the curse is still strong. Except, for example, when you're as extremely tired as you are right now.

Still, it was the first time for Alphilis to have been pulled somewhere completely like this one. Alphilis looked back behind his voice, never willing.

Continued