The Branded Female Fencer

The shadow that had left Mascarade's former and was chasing Euwayne was bewildered by the underground waterway. I didn't think there was anyone in such an unpopular place. But if you come in, there are various signs there. It was worth the thought of doing a hidden run. If Euwayne had run as normal as he would have prioritized catching up with him, he could have been captured by someone's sensors in no time.

The shadow often decided to chase Euwayne at an inseparable rate. Because somewhere I thought Euwayne would slow down or get caught in the enemy's security net. Or maybe it's already on. If it's caught, it's not a good idea to get out in front of Euwayne and fight. I am confident that whoever comes will slash and lay low, but if they get away with it, it will be a pain in the ass. Those who know their existence must be left to kill. In the unlikely event that my secrets are true, they can also be unpredictable to my Lord. That's what Shadow thought.

"(Now, where do we set it up? The ideal is to have as much power as Euwayne can fight, and one or the other will win completely. Then you can just finish one, but if you encounter more than one enemy, it will be troublesome. If two or more forces survive the end of the battle, it will be very troublesome to begin with. Now, what happens)"

In doing so, Euwayne began to fight the woman who stood in front of him. The shadow lurked and watched softly, but the enemy was nothing more. Euwayne's disadvantage was not spared. The enemy looked like Arnelia's Sister.

Shadow thought that it would be a bit of a hassle if it did. If Euwayne loses, Arnelia will hunt a great deal for Euwayne's appearance. In that case, there could be a danger to Mascarade or even to myself. The shadow thought. I tried to get rid of that Sister first, and then I tried to kill Ewayne. That might also make it look like a hit.

When the thought came together, the shadow killed both killing and breathing and just stood still on the spot without even giving out emotions like a true shadow. And the settlement to visit. When the ice explosion broke out, Euwayne escaped in a way that also seemed like a last resort. The enemy Sister was also blown away by surprise, and the shadow then moved when he confirmed that Euwayne had left. Euwayne won't be able to escape the underground waterway anyway. Mascarade does not possess great combat abilities, but is a medium one for lumping the power to live and grow. The shadow knew Mascalade would buy time, but still tried to take out the gain with the intention of adding a piece in an instant.

That's when the shadow felt yet another sign. I didn't realize anything until I got this distance. How dare you two.

The shadow took his hand away from the near-retrieved object and turned his back on the spot. There's one reason I hide so many signs. That Sister will be destroyed. Judging by appearance, by the hands of Arnelia's companions.

The shadow followed Euwayne. I thought this development would be convenient for me. But who would have thought that this meagre amount of time to destroy Arnelia's Sister would change him and his fate?

The shadow was behind the scene as he heard the screams of Sister happening behind his back from afar.

"Ah... huh?

Ips didn't know what happened. When I thought I had a nostalgic face I hadn't seen in a long time in front of me, they pierced my back from behind. A sense of disillusionment in the lower body with unspoken intense pain and pleasure that strikes at the same time. It was certain that he had been cut off his spinal cord. Ips was incontinent, but could no longer even feel it.

But Ips knows his arm moves. Even if they cut off my spinal cord to that, if only I could go to the Deep Green Palace, I could get Miriazal to do something about it. That's what I believed. Ips acted fast. He reached for the sachet he had made sneak in his nose and tried to attack the front and back simultaneously, but something like a nail protruded in both his hands, and Ips was sewn to the ground.

Ips looked familiar in the shape of that nail, stabbed in the running hand with burning pain. It was a flying tool for Arnelia's pilgrimage, which we sometimes use. And Ips knew of a pilgrimage that often used the weapon.

"Brandio!?

"Oh, come on."

Brandio, with a cheerful face, glanced at his face as he glanced at Ips, desperate to look up behind him. There's even a grin on his face.

Ips didn't know why. I certainly hated Brandio. You have no great track record, no hard work, but a depressing man who only lets the senior wind blow and brings advice to life. Conflict was common, but still, the friendship shouldn't have been so vicious as to take so much action from behind. Ips gave a bewildered look in the wind that he didn't know why.

"Why, why? How could you do this?

"You know, even in a situation like that, the tone you lost in the meantime, it's fixed. Oh, is that Wye with you?"

"Brandio, I don't have time for this. I'll start right away."

I heard a nostalgic voice coming from the front of Ips. Yes, it was because I saw that nostalgic face that Ips relaxed. Otherwise, Ips believed who would eat such a stunning strike.

"Hamitte... no, bars. Why aren't you here?

"Long time no see, Ips. I don't know if it's been long since you've grown up. No, it's been three years since I've been on a pilgrimage."

What was in front of Ips was Hamitte, who was also her identity underwriter at Arnelia for her. The name where he had no mouth was called the bar.

Continued