The Branded Female Fencer

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Have you finally arrived?"

The tree that Doom had blocked in front of him was pushed apart by force. From behind it follows Osiria and Maneater. The two had expressed their thoughts orally, paying off the wood chips and dust that had struck the universe for pushing the tree over.

"That was a very thick tree. It's a tree old enough not to be seen in the Great Forest of the South."

"Stiff, tasteless, hard to eat"

The colour of fatigue is dark for both of us. No, there's no such thing as fatigue in them that are spiritual bodies, but that's all the hard evidence I had until I got here.

What they are now is the former habitat of Faranx. The Dooms stood at the entrance to his habitat with its vast underground tunnel, where Yugdrasil was magically blocked. Doom is shining his eyes out of his sense of accomplishment, but Osiria stood beside him unhappy.

"... so you'll let me know why you brought us here, won't you?

Osirian magic has already eaten into Doom's throat. If he doesn't get a satisfactory answer, his neck will soon be pointed in the wrong direction.

The usual doom at a time like this would cause my eyes to swim or I would almost sweat nasty, but this time I answered Osiria with confidence.

"What's my job, Osiria?"

"Dirting the land. and finally more servants of my own. And looking for the ruins... so far, I wonder if that's it."

"Yes. Orangeables ordered me to explore the ruins, and I follow him on the face of it. Sometimes it's your love to fake some of them or explore extra ruins in your spare time."

"Well, seriously, I don't know about you either"

Osiria vomited so poisoned, but Maneater nodded silently beside her. Doom continues his narrative with disappointment.

"And anyway. There are many things you can see as you explore the ruins."

"For example?"

"The age of the ruins varies. Although I have only received brief explanations from Orangeables, many of the ruins and labyrinths have been made less naturally and surprisingly many have been joined by someone's hand. So if you look at those architectural styles, you can see the approximate age. From Oranzebul I saw that age and took orders to attack things around the war period, but it has become clear that there are things in there that are clearly too old to know the age, and that 'there can't be'"

"Something that can't be?

Osiria and Maneater snap their necks at the same time. Doom got back on track and explained it well.

"Yes, it can't be. From the war period, no, long before that. Something older than the days of high elves and ancient giants, for example. Yet there are traces of culture there. What the hell does that mean?"

"Not the culture of the ancient dragons?

"I thought so at first, not until I saw one of the murals."

Doom spoke more seriously than ever.

"I could only see part of it because it was being decided, but there were demons and ancient dragons painted together. It also looked like we were worshipping something together, not fighting. No, maybe it's actually different just because it seemed that way, but the only knowledge we know is that the ancient dragons and demons fought a battle that separated heaven and earth. If there were such a person, on an equal footing and in a higher order, why not now?

"... I don't know."

"I want to know. That's what I feel holds the key to the Orangeable offense. No, we need the power to be able to overwhelm Orangeables in order to sacrifice the lives of this continent all the way ahead. Do you understand?"

"You might find that out. That's where you put your strength."

"I am also committed to playing with quality. That's more fun, isn't it?

Doom felt the need to be at full strength in the stage of applying the scheme in order for him to enjoy himself at full capacity. That's why I know I see the look on their faces when I trap them and immerse them in joy.

Doom has now turned his thoughts around. What lies ahead? Maybe I'm already touching one end of the answer, Doom thought. What floats behind his brain is Yugdrasil's face.

"(I think he... knows all the answers. Or is he the answer himself? Yeah, either way. I'm looking forward to the process until I get to the answer.

When Doom regained his mind, he once again set foot in the cave of the empty Warcraft.

Continued