The Branded Female Fencer

"Ugh!?

"I'm sorry, let's keep it that way."

What Layer got up and saw was a magician-style boy dressed in a brown robe. It's a seemingly blurry robe, but it reminds the layer that the full magic inside is not the only one. A great sword with both hands that likens Alphilis as a sorcerer to a sword, but the boy in front of him had the impression of a thin knife. Sharpened to the limit, it also brought together sharp sharpness but the risk of breakage. I didn't recognize the layers in such a magician's appearance, but once I saw my dark, sunken eyes, I thought I would never forget them. It's like an eye desperate for everything and not expecting anything. It was a look so closed to the deep darkness that the layers had never seen it.

Grossfeld raised his surprise behind him as the layers could be seen in too much darkness for a moment.

"Stupid, why are you here? Tetrastine!"

"What?

Valsas also voiced a rare surprise at the name Grossfeld called him. Valsas knew the name, too, because it was the first time he'd ever seen his face right.

Tetrastine replied facelessly as Valsas stared at Tetrastine with a swordy look.

"You think that's why I'm here? You don't think I'm here for a joke, Discipline Monk?

"Then you..."

"Oh, I'm on the side of a black magician"

To the words, the air of the field stretched out. The Lord of Killer is Grossfeld.

"... it's a dude. How far do I care if I blaspheme magic?"

"Are you the one who's still painting dreams you never had? You guys are chasing an ideal that won't last forever. How many people did you sacrifice because of that? Your confidence, your despair of the magnitude of what you sacrificed, made you a monk."

"Don't tell me, I still regret that"

"And the days of raging as you please under the madman. It's a big deal."

Grossfeld took a step unintentionally to Tetrastine's words like throwing up, but getting any closer by Valsas was blocked.

"Come on, stay away"

"... I know"

"That's madman, wise"

"Are you kidding me, Chief of the Magic Church?

Tetrastine raised her hand as Valsas looked away.

"He's a 'former' chief. I'm more of a compliment. Even against me, you can't win. Because I know that, so I guess you stopped the disciplined monks there now? I praised the beast's instincts for being sensitive."

"There's nothing you can't do"

"Or I hope so. Time to go, this guy's got a crush on him. Silence, is it time to recover just around the mouth just because metastases can be chanted?

"... yeah, I'm fine"

"Then we'll just get out of this juncture. No need for any longer stays, the war situation outside has also been settled. It won't be possible to reverse it from here."

"Fine -"

When I wondered if a black ring-like appeared at the feet of Tetrastine and Silence, the two figures sank into it. There seemed to be a gap, but as Tetrastine guessed Grossfeld would try to step in, he turned his hands toward Grossfeld. Grossfeld stands on the spot with regret.

And Tetrastine looked at the layer and let go of Marveis Blood, who had fallen on the spot, and came over. The sheath is also removed from the silence and thrown away. Layer grabbed the sword and looked at Tetrastine as surprised.

"Boy, it's a loot. Keep it."

"Why?

"People pay for what they have accomplished or will do. It's a tribute from me to the heavenly sunshine for subduing Silence here, don't hesitate to take it. The original winner gets it all, and the loser loses it all is a battlefield lesson. Ownership of the sword rests with the boy. Silence is no longer owned, there's no trap."

"Then I won't hesitate to have it"

"I like that, honestly it's a virtue. The name of the sword is somewhat ominous, but if you want to purify it, talk to Miriazal. Just the sharpness is quite a sword, it won't break sooner or later with your arms.

Blessed is the young man of the future. "

That's all I told you, Silence and Tetrastine disappeared. Each of the three remaining later had complex emotions. It was Valsas who opened his mouth first in it.

Continued