The Branded Female Fencer

"Oh man, our captain can't keep his mind short. Give the team something to fight for. Mostly that guy..."

"I'm inexperienced in battle, so I can do enough on my own. Is that what you're trying to say?

There were signs from behind Grossfeld, but Grossfeld was not surprised. Because we knew that the layer had already untied Silence. Layer was just slowly stretching his body's muscles to make sure the restrained body was working properly.

Grossfeld was speaking to the layer with his back turned.

"Didn't you miss the gap earlier when I unleashed my witchcraft that weakened his restraint"

"Oh, a moment of weakness is enough. Because I've been crawling for a long time."

Grossfeld was somewhat interested in layers answering with a flat face.

"I ignored it because it doesn't affect the fight, but apparently it was rude. At first I thought it was just a puppy (Pappy), but apparently the fangs are ready. And how did you pull the restraint off? I thought they were tied up in high-ranking sorcery."

"Nothing. I just pulled it off with force"

"With force..."

Grossfeld honestly couldn't hide his surprise. It is true that if you interfere with magic with so much mass as magic, you will not be able to pull it off with force, but it was impossible without too much monstrous force. If Grossfeld's knowledge was certain, the magic that was suppressing the layers was supposed to be so binding that it held back the giants and had excess magic.

Grossfeld's interest grew ever more.

"You seem like an interesting boy inside. What does that silence have to do with anything?

"Oh, quite. Looks like the guy who burned my hometown. He's on edge and he's got his eyes on him."

"Hmm, you sure look more like the other one for your obsession. So, what do you do? If you're keeping me company, I'll arrange for you to come home with me later. It's Valsas who wins anyway."

Grossfeld said, but the boy in front of him knew he had no intention of bypassing. There can't be a man with such sharp eye light sitting here as a man. Grossfeld only saw layers as hungry beasts.

On the other hand, for the light of its eyes, the way it speaks does not provoke a great deal of futile killing. If this is the qualities that are innate, Grossfeld knew that he would be either a born killer (a duelist) or a hero.

"No, I'll do it. He beat me up a lot, and I'm sorry I'm going to stay with him. It's best to put Keri on with my hands. Besides, we wouldn't have been here without him. I want to keep a good drop on it."

"That's a brave thing. But is there an operation? From what I've seen, your sword looks like an industry of line-up. The performance of the weapon does not extend, nor does your attack arrive at the enchantment barrier, nor does it have just the skill to counter his power reinforced by gold enchantment. If you don't have any thoughts, you're no different than a barbarian. We're crossing with him because it's us, but his opponent is even one of the best magicians on the continent, assuming. It's also a condition that you have to finish him off before he can stop being confused."

"I know, I have a plan. If it doesn't work, I'll give it away."

"Phew. He's a stubborn, impatient boy, like Valsas. Then I will stop their battle for a moment. Break in the meantime. Are you sure?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Layer picked up his sword, which was falling to the ground, and shook it to see how it felt. Apparently, there's nothing wrong with the sword. If you can handle it, the layers feel close to certainty when you hold the sword.

"(That's strange, six months ago I never imagined myself fighting with a sword in my hand. I had no hesitation in fighting if I had to, but I had no idea of waving my sword with purpose. I never thought I'd want to be strong. Because I originally thought I had the strength I needed to survive.

But not now. You have to beat him. If we don't kill that guy here, we're sure we'll have a disaster for our people. I'll kill you, I'll kill you in exchange for my life) "

That's when Layer was thinking not only of Gail and Elsia, but also of Alphilis' face. I was a layer wondering myself when I realized that, but I do feel grateful for Alphilis. I've always wanted to give it back in some way, but I thought this would be a reward.

"If it's true, I guess we should get permission before we fight..."

"What are you whining about? I'll set you up."

"Oh, I'll be all right anytime"

"That's fine. Bye!"

Glossfeld's magic of light was unleashed in front of Valsas and Silence, while layers kicked the ground.

Continued