The Branded Female Fencer

Ips was the youngest of six brothers and sisters of a certain nobility. She seemed to be the youngest child, the most cherished, selfish and naughty of the family.

Young Ips liked a certain prank. That's the task of hiding people's precious things. It is a task many children become obsessed with and eventually bored with. But that of Ips was very handy for a child, and she was very immersed in the task.

One day Ips found something of a very glittering craftsmanship. Father brags about it. That was apparently a deposit from a great man. The detailed story was incomprehensible to Ips, but of a very beautiful craftsmanship it quickly eagled Ips' heart. Ips softly snuck into his father's room when his father went to work, and after loving the glow for a moment, hid it in a locked chest. Crate - it was also equal to the so-called father's vault, but the young Ips knew how to open it. I remembered the numbers as I saw that way many times to lock them together, and I knew how to renumber that key. Ips didn't try to get his father in trouble, he just wanted to keep that shine to himself and changed the eight-digit number on his own.

A few days later, Ips' father made a fuss that there was no fine work. I've never had that one before, and Ips felt creepy and felt superior to see his family wander around without this, but this time his father's wolf was not normal. Seeing that look as he grabbed Ips' shoulder and glanced at him as he ran his eyes blood, Ips became horrified and honestly stated what was there. But I really couldn't remember the number of the key. Ips was confident in his memory, and he could hardly see it again if he couldn't take it out, but strangely enough, he couldn't remember the number.

Ips' father was confused. I urged Ips to remember that number many times, but Ips really didn't remember that number. It was an appropriately decided number in my mind, but for some reason I couldn't really remember. He was a father with a bright blue face for a long time, but his mother managed to heal the spot by comforting him, but he also somehow knew that this was important for young Ips.

So Ips tried this the next day to take out the finishing touches, but none of them did any good. So Ips slammed the crate or managed to break it, but the power of the child made the foundation impossible.

A few nights later, his father returned with a stranger. He explained that he could break the key and take out what was inside, and the man succeeded in breaking the key as he ordered. But the fine work that was inside was brilliantly broken. It was much brittle than Ips thought it would be, and it was broken as close to shattered by the impact. At that time, the father's face, which Ips looked up to, had a vain look on his face as if he had lost his soul, crushing and crushing something. The only thing I heard was one word: "It's over," but Ips didn't really know what that meant.

The anomaly happened that night. The sound of knocking something down and the screams I heard in the distance. It was at the moment that my older brother, who came in to roll into the room, stabbed his father in the chest with a burning flame as he pulled the sleepy eye rubbing Ips' hand out of the room. When his brother, who blew bubbly blood from his mouth and defied his eyes, and his older brother, who tried to stop him, fell around the stairs, and they both stopped moving, nothing moved in the mansion but Ips.

From there on out, I don't remember Ips. The only thing I barely remember was the memory of feeling hot and the family dying in front of me. And Ips was protected by Arnelianism, not so far from the burned mansion.

When that memory came back, Ips was screaming.

"Hi-no-oh!

When asked whether the incident was tragic as a matter of fact, Ips would have replied "No". We will encounter many more tragic events if we are on the mission of Arnelia's pilgrimage, and we have encountered facts. Some of them involved Ips himself.

But if it was about me - well, if my family died because of me, the story was different. It's only if you don't have memories of a family you haven't cared about as much as you've ever cared about. Ips, who was also remembered for all his gracious parents' memories and those of his brothers who had fun, was instantly regaining his sensibilities like a normal girl.

And now that I've accumulated my knowledge as a pilgrimage, I know. Tell me what the hell you hid because you thought you were a beautiful craftsman. What the crest that was elephant at the bottom of the craft meant.

"That's, that's..."

I can't speak up. What Ips wanted to say was the word 'jade'. I do not know how, but the father of Ips kept the seal of the king, Tamaki. Of course, anyone who abuses or destroys a jade jade jade jade jade jade jade is guilty of death, not just in person. There can be no exceptions to that code. Of course, after being thoroughly tortured to see if he is not an enemy spy, or if there are no signs of passage with an enemy country, we would be talking about. with his own hands before his father let his children be tortured, there is no wonder that

The current situation in Ips is a disaster of its own accord. And in doing so, the fact that I was the only one who could survive. It was too much of a fact for Ips, who temporarily regained a huge amount of memory, to stiffen his spirit.

"Me - I ha..."

Forget what the situation is now. Turning his body small and round, Brandio concluded when he saw Ips trembling as he cried down on the spot.

"Was it Akan? I knew it, but I knew it was a brittle spirit."

"Is that a good conclusion?

"Oh, I'll take care of it."

"Okay."

Hamitte gently hugged him from behind as he approached Ips softly. And I told him in my ear.

"I thought it would be a little more useful - but I missed my expectations. It's a shame it took so long."

Hamitte was snapping his neck as Ips raised his face as a hack. As the force fell and collapsed from the entire body of Ips, Hamitte probed its body and removed the powder, spreading it across the entire body of Ips.

Brandio looks bored to see how it goes.

Continued