The Branded Female Fencer

"You... you didn't have to think about it?

"I'm not thinking about anything. It's just that I was really ordered. I don't know anything about it, and I don't want to know. Confront the existence of Orangeables and you will know better. I don't know much about witchcraft. I know it's easy for him to manipulate me as intended if he wants to, but instead of asking extra questions, he seems to have decided not to bewitch me. You let someone you know later see if I had any witchcraft, so I'm pretty sure.

Even if you resist, the Orange Bull is too familiar with the magic of the world. Then you should focus only on what you need to do, without thinking about anything extra. I don't know what's important to you, but for me, like Lisa for Jake, loyalty to the Lord is everything. I honestly don't care about anything else. "

"Loyalty. What a distant word for Wye. But who the hell are you to swear allegiance to?"

"I guess you've got an approximate idea already, huh?

"Sort of. But it's too different from what I tell you. It's a little too inconsistent with preconceived notions, and I don't know what to think about it. It's troubling."

"Pfft, the Lord is the only other person who knows what I look like besides Orangeables. Nobody else knows... no, just one more. Either way, those three won't tell anyone what I look like, so nobody would have known what I look like. You're the fourth."

"I don't know. It's an honor."

While listening to such conversations, Crudas managed to find his sword by hand to survive. But I don't see a sword, and my left hand doesn't move. If you look closely, there was no more ahead of you from the elbow. My right hand, too, doesn't have three more fingers. Furthermore, I realized that I had no lower body of my own that should be. I keep consciousness because there is not much bleeding, but gradually I realize that the figure of the beast returns to man. If we return completely to man, we will not be able to live. Because it's the life force of the beast, because it's still connecting lives.

If you want to escape, now is the only time. Crudas tried so hard to get out of this place, but not the two of us who would miss it. I noticed Brandio as soon as possible.

"I'm scared, are you still moving? There really isn't a human being, is there? But you can't run away. You'll be dead soon."

"Ah... uhh..."

"Don't let your consciousness cloud you. Still, I don't know if you're obsessed with raw. Which"

Brandio put his palm against Crudus' head and read his memories. Tidy up his life refluxes back to Brandio like a turbulent stream, making it a stream as gentle as a stream. Brandio read the memories of Crudas' life, roughly.

"- I see. Are you trying to tell my people about my betrayal in this situation? Fine, poor thing. I left it to my desires just now and tried to smash it all, but this is the action to take in a situation of confusion of consciousness? The knight is like a curse."

"... right, I think so too. This man would have lived happily ever after if he had been a swordsman."

"I knew Arnelianism was distorted. Proper correctness and many more tragedies to come."

"You don't look like the kind of special winner you think you are."

"Well, formally, let's do that. So, can I ask for most of this knight? When Wye is finished, what clap might he notice? It's not good to smell blood before the beast."

"If you miss this place instead, is that what it is?

"I like guys who talk fast."

Brandio smiled back and Dora sighed. The sword that has been lifted sets a goal for Crudus' heart.

"At least it's pity, I'll leave your neck. Apparently, there's something that's going to replace your neck. Goodbye, young swordsman. I'll see you in Nirvana."

Dora told him so, sticking her sword through Crudus' back to his heart. When Crudas' body twisted one big one, his breathing slowed down, and he finally stopped tickling. When Dora confirmed Crudas' death, she pulled the sword out and put it back in the shadows. Then he wears his coat deep in his eyes and tries to put the spot behind him.

Brandio spoke from behind.

"Not now, but Wye won't do it. Yeah?

"It's not necessary. We need to get out of this city as soon as possible than that. I don't have time to deal directly with a guy as tough as you.

It will be quite a hassle to escape this city, however thin it may be. I don't necessarily still have some kind of trick or a wife. I'm not underestimating Miriazal. I have always been. "

"Yeah. You know him directly, don't you?

"I have facial knowledge. I don't think you've seen my face in person."

"Humans are involved in a lot of places. That's what happens after that."

"It's because you live that way, isn't it?

"Well, yeah. I don't like to stand out."

Brandio tries to illuminate, but Dora has already vanished into the darkness. When he is invisible, the signs disappear in no time. Brandio also applauded inside for blocking the signs until brilliant.

And see Jake left behind and Crudas' body.

"He made it the first knight, the prototype of the knight? There's more to it than that. I don't know if I can scratch a scratch after dealing with Crudas in this condition.

But the whole history thing is appropriate, just tell him the part about the knight, and tell him a little bit about his true figure. You want to be like that, you guys?

Crudas asks for Jake's expression. He's been stunned brilliantly, but his life doesn't seem to say otherwise. There won't be any danger in leaving it like this, but there's a people-free sorcery on this area. Obviously not by human hands. If left alone, discovery could be delayed, and the water field is close. Leaving it near the water field while stunned could also result in drowning.

Brandio sighed deeply.

"Hmm, leave it somewhere easy to be discovered. It's a pain in the ass. And this one..."

Brandio looks at Crudas. If he also leaves it like this, it is also possible for him to decay unknowingly.

Brandio put a bullet in his head.

"I don't care to let it decay like this. As beautiful as dying, do it. Though a cursed clan,"

Brandio walked away as he took charge of the two boys. Later bloodstains, scars, told the story of the intensity of the battle.

Continued