The Branded Female Fencer

I just thought it was me dying. An earlier look of anger crept into the head of a man with no legs rolling at his feet. The only difference was that there was no more light in those eyes, just vain eyes complaining only of carelessness.

A man without arms was asking unexpectedly.

"Why didn't you... kill me?

"Do something different. I asked you not to kill me, and the man told me to kill myself. That's what I did."

"No, but..."

The man without arms quit mumbling any more words. Whatever it is, it is you who survived. I wanted to avoid stimulating them any more and doing something. But either way, losing both hands doesn't necessarily mean I can survive any more.

Behind Shino, Tyran was clapping his hands and praising Shino.

"I see, giving the other person a taste of hope and despair rather than just killing, and also more pleasure? This was a good experience."

"It doesn't just mean I should kill you. Remember, killing is important. And even if you kill them, you have to make your own 'kill pledge'. 'Cause otherwise, it's no different than just a humble kill carried out by a raptor."

"It's often a straw, but there's just a killing and a noble killing to kill."

"You are absolutely right"

When Shino let the man without arms stand, he slapped his back and encouraged him to flee. Poetry speaks to a frightening man.

"Before we change our minds, you should just go."

"... you can't die a damn way, woman."

"After repeated acknowledgement. Shall I just ask you your name?"

"My name is Heinosuke."

"Hehe, what a living and filthy place to be around the unnamed surname. Go."

When Shino grinned, he let go of the man he named Heinosuke. But then there were traces of blood, and it was soon seen that it would not last forever in that bleeding.

Tyran asked Shino with a slightly uncomfortable look.

"I don't know, why did you let him live? Either way, he's going to die soon from that bleeding, and it's going to be more fun to kill both sides."

"Hehe. I guess that was good too, but I try to be what I say when it comes to killing. Besides, it doesn't mean you can just kill him. You will surely live forever, so if you kill too much, you will have no object to kill. Let it live in moderation and kill the surplus. If you do, humans will continue to grow."

"Sure. When it comes to human reproduction, it's as fast as you know it. Wait a minute, and the number of humans will be restored."

"Right. If you have a little time, fill the eastern continent with people as well. Then I thought I'd enjoy the feast."

"I see, until then, you seem to enjoy licking it little by little. My mother said so. After I put up with it, I think the treat is better. I think so, too. Hence..."

Tyran grabbed Shino's jaw and drew his face. Since he is a tiran with only the boy's back length, Shino became dressed to make him kneel naturally, in the form of plain clothes.

"Let's not make you mine until I grow up a little bit more. When I reproduce, that first mother is you, Poetry. Be honored."

"Poetry likes strong men. At that time, if Tiran-sama has that charm and strength, let Shino open her own crotch as a whore. But if it's premature, bite off your tongue. But they won't hold you. Don't forget Yumeyume."

"Why? Are you saying that I'm not satisfied to be an absolute man in this world?

"Women's minds say it's complicated and strange, Dear Tyran. I won't be learned."

"... I'm half human, too, but human women don't suffer from understanding. You have to ask your father about all this."

Tyran leaned his neck and left before Shino. Poetry thought it was ironic that his figure, conceived with a small neck, was also adorable for his age.

That's how Bradymaria appeared on the battlefield where Shino was left behind.

"Poetry, thank you for being my son's guide."

"Dear Bradymaria, I didn't mean to be your guide, but Lord Tyran might have liked it."

"Right. Indeed, in the eastern continent a woman worthy of conceiving Tyran's child would be by far the best. The concubine agrees with that. But no."

Bradymaria suddenly pressed her outstretched nails against the throat of one and Shino. There is blood from the tip of the nail.

"The belly of the Lord cannot even read the concubine. As I scorch myself into hatred, I call about us with" Dear, "and venerate and also serve Puritanical White Fun to show it. Honestly, I don't feel well. I'm gonna miss you because you're vulnerable, but if you don't like Tyran, I'm gonna kill you right here."

"... if you're a vulnerable person, it shouldn't matter what you do, whether you leave it or not"

"The concubine can't be alarmed. I've seen so many demon kings (children) die insulting fragile people. It's the same for that Miriazal. Even though they were at first more vulnerable than men, they are now one of the strongest on the continent. Because branches and buds are picked in moderation, trees can love their trunks and the whole thing. Whether the trees stretch out their favorite branches and bear fruit are beautiful?

"I am annoyed by the constraints of my house, I cannot grow branches or actually foolishness, nor buds"

"Well, I hope I haven't got extra roots."

Bradymaria took off her nails and freed Shino. Poetry didn't get upset, he didn't wipe his blood, he stared at Bradymaria.

"Only the way the liver sits is top notch, I just like it there. How many people can face a concubine like this?"

"Are the requirements over, Dear Bradymaria? We still have the process after this, so it's time for you to release it."

"Fine, fine. Anyway, it's time for the concubine to go."

"Is this a convocation from Oranzeble?

"Do I need to tell you?

Poetry stared at by Bradymaria, but I took it flatly, too. Bradymaria tongued and left me to throw it away.

"I'm leaving a few of my butlers here. Tyran should also do his studies on this continent often. I don't think there's anything you guys can do."

"What, what"

"I don't like the way you talk about it."

The proper sorcery unleashed by Bradymaria with evil blew the far rear broken gate of Poetry without a trace. A broken piece of wood flew up to the foot of Shino, but Shino was dropping off Bradymaria's back, leaving with her tongue beaten, without slight movement.

Continued