The Branded Female Fencer

Who Travels Our Way, Part 28 - Those Prisoned by Revenge ③

Shigenosuke was even running away. Earlier I was told I'd let him get away with it, but it's not weird whenever he can keep his word, depending on his mood. Shigenosuke was afraid. The same goes for being killed, but there is as much more to be feared than that. When I was tortured by an unwilling self, it was horrible what things I would run my mouth on. Depending on the outcome, the clans waiting in the country will have harder penalties to wait for than death.

Heinosuke lost both hands and ran desperately shaking his uncontrollable body. Fortunately, the bleeding on both hands is not as bad, but the pain is slowly returning. When he remembered that the pain he had not already experienced ran through his entire body and that Seikosuke was running with his teeth eaten up, but that he was not going anywhere, his energy was interrupted by consciousness.

Shigenosuke woke up because he smelled the juice that seemed to be to him. The smell of appetite resembled the smell of my hometown somewhere. When I woke up, one witch sat beside me. The allowance for the wound has already been perfected. My missing arms are also painless. The pain was too painless and the opposite was creepy.

"You've already woken up. Looks sturdy inside."

"... I've only been proud of my strength for a long time. Who did that?

"My name is Ceremony Capital, and I'm a subordinate of Shino Kiyojo. He's a warrior witch."

In the words, Heinosuke revealed his vigilance.

"Did you help me?"

"Right. Because I have more than a little bit of medical experience. You can't undo what's gone, but enough to stop the bleeding and remove the pain."

"Why does Kiyojo's hand help me? Doesn't it matter what my life is?"

"Yeah. It doesn't matter when it comes to the entity, you yourself. It's just that nobody survives on that spot."

There are many people in places where the capital urged them with their hands, just as there are people in Shigenosuke. But many of them groaned small, and more than that, half of them could tell they were no longer dead. Heinosuke was holding his mouth by accident.

"This is - No Way"

"It is the hostage of those who barely breathed in that place. But half didn't last a day and yet another half fell off on the second day. It is now the third day, but more than half of those left have died. There will be no more than five of us left in a day."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

They were men from other countries who didn't even know their faces, but surely everyone was happy with the end of the fight then. We all appreciated that the battle would be over now, even though some of the countries had been fit for a long time. It was smashed in an instant and literally returned to dust. How thoughtless.

Heinosuke was not a believer, but he prayed unexpectedly. I thought of what to pray for, but I can only think of about the stone statue of an indigenous god that used to be in the village. I tried to remember what a benefit that was, but I couldn't remember. For the first time now I thought it would be nice to have an object to pray for, like Arnelia, the Virgin of the West.

The capital softly laid his hands on Heavy Nozosuke, who prayed.

"If now is the time for the fate of the continent to move, let things happen every now and then. Therefore, I would like to ask Lord Shigenosuke to cooperate with me."

"To me? What can I do if I lose both hands?"

"It's something only those who see this battlefield can do. And that's what Poetry really wants."

The capital gently handed over the letter to Shigenosuke. Seeing the letter, the expression of Shigenosuke hardened easily.

"Is this... mako or something?

"Let's talk a lot about lies and jokes, shall we? Besides, there are a little too many countries on this continent. Wouldn't it be okay to 'reduce it a little bit'?"

"No, but why are you taking this to me?"

"If you are the one who saw this battlefield, you can also be convinced. May I entrust the fate of this continent to puritanical leisure?"

The tone of the capital was mild, but the voice color had a strength not to be told whether or not. There was also a lot of anger in terms of how it went this time, so I was getting stuck in words and still nostalgic about the letter.

And all five wounds healed. Surviving this desperate situation, they will all return secretly to the country with the letter of Shino in their hands. Don't even know there's a thin laugh on the face of the capital to drop you off.

Continued