The Branded Female Fencer

"Lisa, I'm sorry. I'll take care of the reinforcements. I'm going in the back!

"Wait, Jake. I'm coming, too."

"Hey, hey. Wait!? Not yet."

Suddenly he follows Jake, who runs out, just saying that Crudas got the chance. And Lisa and Renatica were left on the spot in a pompous manner.

"Lisa, what do we do?

"... oh, already! Where do I contact you? Lisa doesn't have a face other than the Deep Green Palace, does she?

"Then the Deep Green Palace. You don't have to worry, Lisa. Jake is not a warrior who gets hit that easily either. Besides, the knight next door should be stronger than Jake. Whatever the other person is, I can make the decision to just retreat if I want to die. What we should do now is..."

"I know. Immediately, but to the Deep Green Palace!

Renatica nodded as Lisa pointed in the direction of the Deep Green Palace.

"Then the shortest way."

"Heh? Hey, Luna?

Renatica didn't wait for Lisa to reply, and when she held her up, she ran out with all her might. It is the leg strength of Lunatica, who spends a day at the same speed as a horse. If it's a short distance, leave the horses behind. Feeling the speed, Lisa just couldn't get around the sensors in time.

"Luna, Luna. A little too soon..."

"Don't talk, bite your tongue"

"Hiya."

They were running through the underground waterway while Lisa voiced the loose whilst she never did in front of others.

Euwayne was in a hurry. I thought the only enemy was Mascarade. And I also knew he was the one whose mascarade was missing. That's why Mascarade wasn't even on his teeth.

I knew there was another one infiltrating Arnelia. But Brady Maria didn't even tell me who it was, and Brady Maria didn't seem to know herself. Apparently, he couldn't have revealed his name. Instead, he said he didn't even know who he was. It seems that only Mascareids know about each other, which means that the three of them maintain equilibrium.

Euwayne wasn't very interested. Anyway, this assignment in Arnelia will be boring, and it has always been. Due to the nature of its body, Euwayne was often ordered to scold more than aggressive combat. It was thought that if it were in Bradymaria's power, there would be no need for scouts or anything else, but Bradymaria likes such futile 'play'. Euwayne has followed his orders with depression, even though he has grumbled with dissatisfaction. He wants to destroy, kill and ravage himself and his instincts as they go. The main Bradymaria did not order Euwayne to stand out for battle, as if she knew about it and enjoyed it.

Still, I've never thought of fine dust as inferior to my strength. If only I had the chance, I would have heard the gap.

I got scared. of those who have attacked themselves earlier, to the sharpness of the sword. I didn't see him. Just in the shadow of pitch black, I think I saw beautiful eyes. It's strange to think that you're beautiful about someone you fight with, but I really thought you were beautiful. Those eyes glowed as if they were jewels, staring only at one point, at their own death. Pure warrior. I guess that's what that is, Euwayne thought.

and at the same time Euwayne's legs had stopped. I wasn't even willing to respond to the surprise earlier, but if you think about it, it would have been a great opportunity. It is only by being a good enemy that your skill can be ascertained. Earlier enemies should deserve to fight with all their might.

Euwayne changed the direction he was headed. If you can see the enemy earlier. As soon as he disciplined himself and began to move, trying to make his way to the escape route in times of need.

"I wanted to be there, I found you, didn't I?

From the road ahead of Euwayne, a glimpse of Epps appeared. The look is only loose, callously. He also had an invisible expression of fine dust on what he was about to fight for with his life at stake.

Euwayne asked the person who suddenly appeared. No, I've known its existence since this morning. You were looking for yourself, or it was one of those people who was roaming the underground waterway. I dared to distance myself from them, but when did they get close? No matter how much you wanted to be moving, it's not Euwayne who doesn't notice any signs until you're so close.

Ips does not break his expression and speaks to Euwayne lightly.

"Hehe, you're apparently a big man. It's been a long time since my arms have beeped. I was blessed with the opportunity to earn points unexpectedly."

"... what, xama is"

Euwayne was offended. An extra person appeared in front of me at a moment when I tried to move in search of my earlier opponent. I killed him instantly and tried to move, but it turned out to be difficult. Because the killer found out that the opponent was already in a battle posture.

It was a killer completely separate from the person Euwayne knew. If you say so, the killing spirit is similar to ours. Yes, not the side to be hunted, obviously the killer of the hunter. It was a killer mixed with joy, when the hunted and accustomed to killing unleashed it.

Ips took off his sari and robe. Underneath that robe were processed Sister clothes, woven one long cloth, like Sally's, underneath which were miniskirts and sleeveless clothes, as those in the short city well wore in the summer. The skin was revealed, but many parts of the skin burned down and showed signs of injury. Exactly how to scratch a warrior.

"Well. It lacks a little preparation and stage, but let's get it over with. A big request is coming in after this, and I'm still planning on coming out. Shall I make you my good stepping stone?

"What's with the xama?

Euwayne asked again. That unplanned attitude, unlike any human you've ever seen. The little signs I was feeling when I explored earlier are no longer anywhere. The tone remained intact and the body looked many times larger with intimidation.

Still lightly, Ips replied. While planting a small sachet between your fingers from under your clothes.

"I'm sorry about this. Ah. I don't really name it because I thought I should win a fight, but today it's special ~.

My name is Ips-Harmel-Mirtidis and I'm 8th on the pilgrimage. I'm supposed to have achieved a track record in conflict resolution, ethnic issues, etc., but the essence of the matter is, you're good at smashing enemies with every problem. These things aren't very welcome in the Arnelian Church, are they? So the difficulty is that you can only expose it to the enemy you're about to do. By the way, there's such a thing as a nickname, 'dust ips' is what you call me. You'll excuse me, I've left about a grass tree and walked away.

Uh, neat. Then I'm going to kill you. "

"... xama is quite a thing too. It's closer to us than people."

"Is that a compliment?

And Ips smiled, and scattered powder from the sack in his hand, and when it glowed, it was a signal of battle.

Continued