The Branded Female Fencer

"Fine, I'll tell you what I can do. It's just that I use a knight's sword. It's not like a sword to kill someone you're using right now. It would be very different from Renatica's teachings, so it could be confusing, okay?

"! Did you know I was being taught by Renatica?

"Naturally. I can only imagine how to fight. Not only me, but naturally Lisa will be aware of it. Probably Alphilis too."

"And that guy?

Layer's eyes became rounded. Anyway, because Lisa never dreamed Alphilis would notice. Layer felt that Alphilis hadn't even shown fine dust for the first time like that.

I look at the look on the face of such a layer and say things as if the line was a little frightened.

"Hey, you think he's a really dull woman like Lisa? There's no such thing as a crowd of women."

"But then why didn't you say a word or anything to me?

"He doesn't discriminate against people for better or worse. So it would be Seeker, but it would be Halpuia, but I would let him in. Maybe even a demon has nothing to do with it. That's the same for you kids. Aside from whether it's good or bad, and whether you're not thinking about the breadth of the dose again.

So he's been treating you as adults of your choice since you first followed him from Slasmund. So assuming Layer abuses Renatica's technology to become just a killer, Alphilis won't accuse you of a word. 'Cause that's the way you chose.

But when I find out that that path is going to be some kind of obstacle to Alpha Reese, or hurt something important to Alpha Reese, I will relentlessly and with all my might kill you. Perhaps, with tears in his eyes.

You know what I mean? I can't leave you alone because you're such a woman. At least everyone at the core of the mercenary corps would think the same thing. "

"... you know what?"

Layers remained silent for a little while. I've never really thought about Alphilis before. Although we felt obliged to save ourselves, it was neither more nor less. I'll repay you if I get the chance, and then it doesn't matter. That's all I thought.

But apparently they knew Alphilis was protecting them, and Layer felt unspeakable emotions gushing within. Layers cannot express this emotion in words. Probably words of gratitude and respect.

Layers became somewhat interested in Alphilis, who treated them more humanely than anyone else.

"Hey, if I get stronger, will it help Alphilis?

"It's about what we're going to be strong about. Purposeless strength is no different than just violence. You met with guys like the Karatzel Cavalry? That's a good example."

"A good example?

"Those are the ones who, for some reason, lost their purpose of becoming stronger. Their wielding power is dedicated to something, but they have already lost its object. But the power gained will not be lost. That's why they keep wandering in search of a way to wield that power.

To put it well, the Knights of Liberty crossing the continent by their own will, but the truth of the matter is a gathering of defectors and converted militant fanatics, with a different means and purpose. They'll never get to know their knights. "

"It's like you're saying to yourself, it"

To the words of the layer, the line gets stuck in words all the time. It was a word I let go without any concern for the layer, but I panicked to change the subject just what I thought was wrong.

"So? Since when do you teach me the sword?

"... when this battle is over, I wave my sword in front of the dining room every evening"

"Huh? Then everyone will see you"

"That's why. I know you don't want to wield your powers. You are afraid that if you wield so much power in public, you will be the object of fear. Or something else.

That's why I make you wave your sword in public. Learn to hold back the power. The sight of others is your shackles. Contain your habits and let one model creep into you. To do so, amateurs are better than half-strong. Besides, you can't always show people that power. There are people out there who notice the smell of blood. The people around you aren't as dull as you think. "

"... okay. It's going to be a pretty tougher training than I thought. But just one last thing."

"What?"

"Why did you want to teach me the sword?

The line jammed into the layers' simple questions. If you do ask me why, that's nothing more than that the line is popular. The question is, how do you like the line?

I don't think the line is flattering or gentle on its own. I don't know a few women who made me cry, and I don't know a few friends who betrayed me. But the words of one of the few friends who died in Krums echoed.

Continued