The Branded Female Fencer

"Stupid, bait!

By the time Lunatica thought softly, Dortmund's sword had already tried to pass under Jake, but Jake had not just sent Dortmund's sword, but protruded his sword and deliberately forced Dortmund to pay his own sword, accelerating his own body.

"What!?

Dortmund was already about to wave down his two swords, so he can't stop now. From Jake with acceleration and rotation, the sword swung down with Dortmund's helmet.

The crossing is for a moment. Jake couldn't make the blow he thought he would because he was twisting his body to get the Dortmund sword done, but he did have a good cut at Jake's tip. And Dortmund's sword never properly captured Jake, but its overwhelming wind pressure involved Jake and slammed him straight to the ground.

Before the winding earth smoke and fragments of the walls fell to the ground, Renatica grabbed the beaten Jake as soon as possible and didn't want to fly backwards. Jake was not heavily injured because of his appearance, but he had a distressed look with a slapped shock, and Renatica decided it was impossible to continue the fight any longer.

If Dortmund had been hit hard enough to move, Lunatica also thought about putting Jake down and securing Dortmund, but unfortunately Dortmund didn't seem to be his sweet opponent that far.

"Jake... don't do it!?

Dortmund's helmet was missing part of it. One of the two corners was missing, an undressed helmet and fruitful. I don't know Dortmund's expression unchanged, but is the sign more appropriate than the discomfort of being wounded, such as the joy of finding a strong enemy? Still to Dortmund without some gaps, Renatica is just full of staring at Dortmund while holding Jake.

Dortmund speaks to Jake as he ascertains the missing corner.

"Surely I was insulting you. Let's apologize for that. But at the same time, now there's no reason for me to shy away. Well, I'd like to say I'll do everything I can to see you now - but apparently the time is up."

Dortmund glimpsed the whole town and noticed more horseshoe sounds and people's voices. There won't be much time to reach this gate.

"I'm leaving, but I'll make this settlement someday. Knight's Promise - No, as an oath. By then, make sure you find out what your sword is. If they hadn't found their own sword like Crudas, they would never have reached my sword. This isn't advice, it's fact."

"Wait, Dortmund. I haven't..."

"Farewell, Jake. Tell them well. And I'm sorry."

When Dortmund told him so, he flinched himself from above the walls. And when he heard the heavy-duty ringtone, Renatica rode out of it and saw the direction of Dortmund's escape, but he saw just a little bit of a dark mass rushing northwest, and soon the figure was lost in the darkness. In the littlelit mountain fields, even with Renatica's vision, you can't see Dortmund in the dark.

When Lunatica returned to Jake, he grabbed the hand that slapped his fist to the ground and made him stop.

"Stop it. It hurts my hand"

"Damn, damn, whoa! Nothing, nothing could be done!

"... common. Especially in a world where people die."

Renatica also offered her honest comfort by sharing her own experiences, but she never got into Jake's ear. Scratching Dortmund's helmet alone is quite a thing, but neither Jake nor Renatica knew that.

And dawn overnight. The death of Crudas was also made public in Gloria, and many doubted their ears. Many questioned each instructor as to whether he could not believe that Crudas, the most powerful knight in Gloria today, would die, but only the facts were told, and the details of it would never be revealed.

Rumors fly. Someone heard the explosion in downtown yesterday, or that the light fire had something to do with it, or that someone broke the West Gate again? However, none of them were processed as vague information, and no one reached the truth. And Crudus himself, who was close to him, was about Marion and Miltre: and how many mourn and grieve the death of Crudus, and not so many weep for him. I guess this memory will gradually weather in them.

Miltre persistently devoured by the instructor, but when he realized in vain, he rode into the Deep Green Palace with Marion, this time stuffed by Aristotle. But there was no way I could tell Aristotle everything, and all I could tell was that I was unconscious to the thief lurking inside Arnelia. Marion went down trying to drag Miltre further down to try to eat whether she felt any sense in Aristotle's words. They couldn't even let me see Crudus' remains. Because that's how Aristotle ordered it.

Because...

Continued