The Branded Female Fencer

"It's been a long time since I've had a drink."

"Was it only 300 years?

"It's 300 and 43 years. Even if it's a short time for you, it's a long time for a beast like a weasel."

"No matter how long I've been a true dragon, Gora"

"Then come see me a little more seriously. How hard do you think I'm working to spend the same time as you guys?

"Normally, it's not a problem I can handle with my efforts."

Gwendorf gave it back with a bitter smile to Gora, who spat a fuzzy word. Sure, Gwendorf, Oranzeble, Bronsell and Yerasha were originally long-lived races, but Gora was supposed to be an ordinary beast man. Although it is strange to say that I have lived so far. I had also forgotten such an obvious thing because I had spent so many years.

"Now, what's the trick?

"Not now, but there is. But isn't there something we'd rather talk about now than that?

"... Actually, I went to see the ancient dragons, but I don't respond as one. I was worried about what was going on."

Gora was unwittingly blowing out because Gwendorf's story was too unreliable.

"Pfft... come on. Ha ha!

"There will be nothing to laugh at"

"No, no, as far as I know your rambunctious, that problem was interesting. I didn't know you were going to have that problem when you fell asleep, left your braces on, burned the woods and panicked. The elderly dragons scolded me so badly that I got drunk by the liquor, tangled up with Master Stelvese, and beat me up... hey, I live longer."

"Hey, I'm gonna get mad"

Gora switched to a serious story as Gwendorf got upset and angry.

"Well, you were the ancient dragons... can't you even the long-lasting Darren Lokia? He must be asleep in a ditch in Fringia."

"I have a reaction. But his sleep cycle was longer. It will take some time now to meet in shallow times, but we all have no idea when that is. But it's not that long."

"Things are... I have no idea what the hell Orange Bull is thinking. It's all I don't know."

"I'm not interested, isn't it right to say? You once told us. He said he could not guide the continent without knowing the hearts of others. And you knew us and what you would lead without even knowing the mood of the beasts, and you said you would start by leading the beasts. As a result, it is true that the Beasts could not become spirits of the Demon King, and now they did get one position alongside humans, but didn't it take a little too long?

"It's fine. Surely if you look at the results, you will want to say whether this body has taken more than a thousand years, you are too hasty to conclude. It will be quick for individuals to change, but it will take time to change the whole thing. If forced to change, irrevocable distortion occurs. Little distortions get bigger over time without fixing them, don't they? Isn't Orangeable's rampage the result of a small distortion?

"What do you mean?

Gora sighed at Gwendorf's inquiry.

"Let me tell you something, you were too serious about the roots. A big mess like Bronsel would be appropriate, and it would be appropriate to be as penniless as Yerasha. You were too cluttered. On the other hand, you admired an extremely serious being, like the Orange Bull. Because he was a wrapper for them, I'm mistaken that something long isn't. There are many ways to lead someone. All you have to do is be you."

"... but even if they say so"

"Orangeables were too clean. And he had the biggest flaw. Nobody noticed, and it's something that I can finally understand from the experience I gained living in the Beast Man for a long time.

The Orange Bull was lonely. But it's nobody's fault, and in the end, it's because of his temperament that nobody can believe. Orangeables wanted to be perfect for everything. That was not only me, but so was my surroundings. But there is no such thing as a perfect creature. Even though I knew it in my head, the Orange Bull guy couldn't be forgiven by anyone else. So with none other than the heads of each race like ours, I did not even try to hear my mouth. If it's the only thing I believed, maybe it's just my daughter, Sartifleur. "

"Stupid, that's not..."

"The fact that the eagles were called" The Five Wise Men "and so on was also due to his designs. He was cleverly ahead of the people. Whatever it took to move it would have been easier to do, and it must have been something we were trying to lead a race other than ourselves with him. I don't know what it's for, but it certainly wasn't a malicious act. But not all malicious behavior is a good result."

Gora said in one breath, Gwendorf also shut up again. From the point of disputing what Gora said, because there wasn't even a verse that came to mind.

Gora went on further.

"If he doesn't trust anyone in the true sense of the word, I really don't think his plan is decent. Say it, Gwendorf. What's he thinking?

"Probably - salvation."

"What?"

"Gora, you don't know. The truth about this continent. I'm sorry to hear that, but I've noticed lately."

A glimmer of wind wraps Gwendorf and Gora. After the wind left, Gora's eyes were so open that there was no more.

"Nah... that's stupid!

"Fool or whatever, this is probably the truth. And there are surprisingly many who are aware of this fact. Oranzebul is one of its finest."

"All the more so! This shouldn't be the time to fight. Why would he want to spread the fight? No, seriously. No way -"

"Sounds like you've got an idea. I was half-hearted, too, but I gained certainty when I heard Gora say it. Yeah, I'm sure the Orange Bull is gonna do that. That's why I feel like we're stopping him.

When his plan moves big, that's where we come in. Perhaps Oranzebul also assumes that we will get in the way. That's why we have to be prepared. "

"... the other True Dragons do this?

"Nobody knows yet. Even Maia and Sarpent. I told you first. Because I thought you could trust me."

"Do you blame me if I tell Dryan about this?

"Nothing. There's nothing I can do about being king of beasts. We do the same thing, but... no, or..."

"No, it's nothing"

Gwendorf laughed. How did Alphilis' face come to mind at a time like this? How can that girl be so much of a free thought bearer that it shouldn't be such a problem? Gwendorf often left the scene after having a conversation with Gora. And Gora, who was left behind, sat on the spot with a shitty face.

"It won't be easy, it won't be easy. I didn't know this was happening. You Orangeable fool, why didn't you talk to the eagles for a word? You're telling me you don't rely on me that much."

But Gora's mumbling was once again in the wind, disappearing.

Continued