The Branded Female Fencer

At the corner of the Deep Green Palace, Crudas was bathing water from his head. The vaporized body slowly cools down. I sifted my sword like I'd forgotten to breathe earlier, but apparently I was comfortable.

Crudas thinks so himself, saying earlier that he had turned himself into exactly a beast. The feeling of slashing the wind through the sword came clearly to hand, as if there was a feeling up to the tip of the sword. The eyes captured only the contours of the Alberto they were meeting, while the other landscapes merely felt the air flow with their skin.

It's often mistaken, but Crudas doesn't hate swords. It's just that when you sift a sword, you concentrate. Not much else gets out of your sight. Consciousness concentrates on the sword so that even expressions and emotions are sucked into the sword. I liked Crudas more than anything about the feeling. So much in love with the sword that he thought he could be his companion, Crudas had been indulging in the sword from an early age. Forgetting even the emotions he concentrated on, he was inhospitable or faceless, but it would be about Miltre and Marion who understood that. Sure, it would be the Lazar clan's fate to hold the sword, but Crudas didn't hate his fate any more than his surroundings thought.

But sometimes I can't forgive you for putting it in my sword. That I, as a Lazar boy, was not equipped with the most talent. Since childhood, Crudas has seen the swords of his father and brothers. Father Moldard's sword is indeed heavy and sharp. His sword, once head of the Temple Knights, does have an unusual sharpness, but it is still people-like. A father with extraordinary witchcraft and sword skill as a temple knight, it still retained its humanity.

Crudus watched the sword when his brother Alberto defeated Moldard. For the first time then, Crudas realized that humans can be non-human. Alberto's sword trident, which I can only assume the beast wore human skin. It seemed to me that a sword that looked away, such as hurting itself, and waved only to defeat and destroy its enemies, would really kill its real father. Perhaps for Alberto, a sword is just one means to defeat an enemy, and there was so much awesomeness in Alberto that he would even chew his opponent's throat off a thousand times if necessary. At that time, nobody even had the idea of stopping Alberto until Alberto stuck his sword in Moldard's throat. Alberto already had so much power at the time.

And Rafferty's sword surpasses Alberto in skill. Always smiling and somewhere grasping Rafferty, but once it got serious, Alberto himself stated that the skill of that sword outweighed himself. It was just said that the sword would hardly ever be seen before because it would now be waved down by defeating the enemy either - but seeing the skill of Rafferty's sword, which currently commands the front in the Octave Forest, Crudas learned what Alberto meant by words. How brave an ally was to judge in an instant the attacks of demons who never saw them strike one after the other, and to make sure they were torn apart into eight pieces. Even though the quality of the sword is different, Crudas realized that it would be impossible for him to produce so much sword speed and cleavage for life.

And the other one. I wonder if Crudas could be a swordsman. - Jake. Crudas also thinks Jake's sword growth rate is unusual these days. As for the sword waved by a boy who was not even 13 yet, its sharpness was unusual. Indeed, its speed and skill are not equal. But from the skill of the Temple Knight as a whole, he's still the lowest, and his body is small, so he still doesn't have enough muscle strength. But when the sword is heavy, Crudus feels it. When I meet the sword, Jake's sword feels approaching his throat. Then, even if Crudas doesn't feel like it, he punches in with the momentum he has in his training. I'm dragged by his seriousness. Crudas wondered, for example, if I should.

That's why Crudas put more into his sword. Crudas was determined that he couldn't lose to Jake chasing him from behind, even if he still couldn't reach his brother because of his position in pursuing the two brothers. But what about reality? Jake's sword is gradual, but I feel close to me. Crudas wouldn't tell anyone, but he was in a hurry. If you think about why that can happen, you don't get an answer. Only a rush was driving Crudas to training closer to even more torture.

When Crudas finishes bathing in the water, Miriazal stands behind him at some point. Crudas graciously tried to pass beside it, but Miriazar called it off.

"Wait, Crudas"

"... how can I help you?

Miriazar sighed in dismay when she saw Crudas return it unfathomably.

"If you don't need me, why don't you talk to me? It's not like I'm your master."

"Then the requirements as soon as possible. I'm tired, too."

"Alberto's so heartless, you. Then I'll just get to the bottom of it. Put your sword down."

Crudas solidified in that word of Miriazar. He doubted my ear. Now Crudas looks back with an incredible look on his own husband's face about what he said.

Continued