The Branded Female Fencer

"Hey, won't you push me?

"Where are you touching?

"Will you stop arguing?

"... hungry"

The Dooms are going through the darkness, each of them saying something of their own accord. After entering the ruins, each of us thinks they probably transferred, but things were strange. If it's just darkness, Doom or Osiria can see it like noon. But now I didn't see anything, and I only knew that it would probably be in metastasis. But metastases are usually momentary, and even if you fly fairly long distances, you will most likely end up with one breath. Nonetheless, now they're transferring long enough to make jokes like this. Anomaly wondered how far this was being carried if it was a metastasis.

"(This... could be, what is a ruin?)"

"Yeah? Exit."

In between blocking Anomaly's thought, Doom senses the end of the metastasis. So much so that they were lost and drawn into the light, they were out where they had ended their metastases and opened them. It was a space that seemed nothingness, with one side surrounded by light and white, and a place dominated by white until majestic. Nothing like architecture. But the corners of the perfectly shredded rooms by the time they were beautiful showed that they were clearly artificial.

"This is..."

"There doesn't seem to be a window, but where are we taking in the light from?

"Creepy"

Osiria's thoughts are particularly so. She's red, Doom's black, so it'll look like a drop of stain she dropped on a pure white cloth. So much so that they were heterogeneous in this space. I'm not sanctified otherwise. Still, Doom and Osiria couldn't help but feel fearful about this space.

But only Anomaly was calmly analyzing this space.

"Architecture with no structure, obviously someone made a hand. Light on one side, white. What was this space made for? What's the exit? What's the point? Who, when?

"How many bumps are you talking about? If you move on, you'll see."

Doom pulled the anomaly hem that crumbled, prompting him on the road ahead. Anomaly began to lead Doom down that path with rare and serious eyes.

The road sometimes turns right, left, slightly up, and suddenly down. Sometimes I wondered if the shape of the road was square, and it became circular or triangular. In the last one and elsewhere, Maneater was playing completely, sliding down the ramp like a slide, with too much momentum and plunging into the bend.

"You're playing too much, Maneater"

"... because I'm bored to walk"

"Or so it is."

"Bored,"

Anomaly doesn't think so, but when she just got a little tired of the whole white world, she saw a long way but certainly a divide. And it came to pass, when they went down the road, that this was again long beyond sight. It is they who speak in a branch once.

"What do we do?

"It's a creepy place. I think it's better to consolidate and move."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should."

"... I disagree"

Doom and Osiria turn to Anomaly's suggestion.

"Why not?

"We have a different purpose. Me and you are not where we're going, but we're just working together because our interests are in agreement. We're not used to this, are we?

"And so was that"

"Then there must be things we don't want each other to know. Let's act differently from here on out. And it's not what we found out about each other. That should do it."

"Phew, is that one idea? If Anomaly's okay with that, let's do it."

Doom pulls back lightly and walks out with a crease on his back. Anomaly, who likewise turned her back, said a word to Doom.

"Oh, yeah. Will you stop staring at me?

"What do you mean? I don't have that kind of taste, do I?

"No ears, no nose."

"... okay. Keep it that way."

Doom smiled and cut back, but talked to Anomaly about the distance for a while, hissing and discussing it with the Osirians.

"... since when do you think I've noticed?

"I don't know. But honestly, it may be Anomaly who has the best taste in black magicians. It seems to be full of gaps and there are no gaps. I've tried to twist it from behind, but I don't feel like it's working"

"That's right, that's the trouble. No way. That girl, who looks like Calevan's main body, is going to have stalled Anomaly by herself, too, right? Yet there was little sign of a fight around the entrance. I wonder how he ended up."

"It could lead to his secret. How about we plant that cane later?

"That's a plan, too. You know, it's a cane of memory."

What Doom and Osiria are talking about is the wand they got at the earlier ruins. Doom, obtained from the old man at the ruins, tried this, but the wand did not respond to anything. And it came to pass, as Doom, tired of it, lay asleep, abandoning his staff, that the staff became a tree overnight, and put its fruit on like a mountain. When Doom ate with one of its fruits, the taste was poor, but the sight that was the land jumped into his head when he ate it.

Doom understood. This scepter has the power to recreate the events that were the land as information. As long as you set up somewhere you want to know, you can know what happened that was the place. I can't choose the real information, but if I had a maneater, I wouldn't have a hard time eating it. The difficulty was that maneaters might not be able to extract useful information, even if they could eat it.

Continued