The Branded Female Fencer

"I'm asking who it is! Or you can't name your name. No balls!?

"If you're not coming out, we're going this way, okay?

"... belligerent people or. No one's scared of the weak guy barking."

"What!?

As Aquila took a step toward the provocation she heard from the darkness, a mild impact pierced her body. Aquila did, but kept moving forward, and when he wondered why he was moving forward, he suddenly collapsed. By the time Niger, who was behind him, realized that Aquila's chest had a hole in her fingertips, Aquila had already lost consciousness.

"A, Aki -"

But the voice of Niger calling Aquila could not be uttered. Because before that, some huge mass took his mouth, uprooting its proud fangs. Niger, whose face had been snubbed and his mouth had been lost screaming, draped blood from his large cavity, and he had certainly captured the appearance of the enemy in his hazy consciousness. Then he squeezed his last force and began the assault with a voiceless oddity.

"A, ua, bugoa -"

It resembles the scream of an unshaped soul. But seeing him so desperate, the man was laughing thinly.

"Oh, Akan. It's too late to try so hard. Die hard, huh?

When the man embarrassed Niger with a gentle tone as if it were when he was teaching a child, he unleashed a compressed sorcery against him. To be precise, I just expanded the compressed magic onto the palm of my hand and pushed it against the Niger that came in.

But from Niger's shoulders, he left no trace in the world. The man sighed when he saw the two dead beast generals spraying blood.

"Oh, this is what happens because I name the effects poorly. If I kept gluing for the most part, why would I die? I don't have any trouble being too good. Here, if you want. Um... you guys, what did you do with your names?

The man was asking the two corpses with a straight face as he pounded his head. But they can't even answer. In the first place, one died because he was proud of his mouth.

"What? I guess that report is true!?

Within the Grand Valley, one report had been made during the deepest morning council. It is a report that the death of two beast generals on the front line and the unexpected state of affairs caused the predominant front line to become glued again.

For Gruzaldo, who repeated the battle over and over again, the death of the Beast General is not so rare in fact. Every few years or so, it was natural for the Beast General to die. But not if you die on the battlefield, which was supposed to be an overwhelming advantage for the two of us at once. In a last minute report, we talked about victory being current.

As a matter of course, the beast generals, their peers, cursed. The head is Vargo. It is a momentum that only tightens up the messenger.

"Let me hear more!

"Ha, ha. Details are unknown, but Dear Aquila and Niger are believed to have had some sort of meeting between the two of us. Looks like someone attacked me in that place overlooking the front line"

"The two of you? You're saying they hit you both at the same time?

"Yes, but the bodies of the two of you lay nearby."

"What was the army doing around you? Didn't you notice any suspicions or signs of combat?

Roch makes a sober point. But the apostle's answer was inconclusive.

"The troops around us were deploying normally. If you need anything, you won't notice."

"But I don't realize it right now. Were you sure there wasn't a stain?

- It must be magic.

With a heavy voice coming from behind, the beast generals look back. There was a dryan sitting there with his arms together and wrinkles between his brows.

I'm in a pretty bad mood when Dryan gives that look. Everyone was nervous and watched what they said and did.

Continued