The Branded Female Fencer

"Alfie, it's been a long time..."

"Claw!"

While the closet barely greeted him, Alphilis rushed over to the closet and hugged him as much as he could. I thought Lisa hadn't seen this sight in a long time, so she left it unintentionally until she started losing power from her closet arm.

A closet released from the alphilis begins to breathe cold air into a glass of lungs.

"Ha, ha! I didn't think you were about to get killed by a meetup."

"Oh, I'm kind of sorry."

"That's not what happens when you get killed. Anyway, I'm glad you responded to my rescue first. There will be a lot of stories and mutual doubts, but first go inside."

Closes glanced at Muscade, but dared not say anything to lead him into the building. Unconsciously, Larna thought well for a moment that fire and water would counteract each other, but she didn't say it.

Inside the building was a small fire swept by a huge enclosure, and inside it was unusual and warm as it was outside. Alphilice didn't know whether it was a structural problem or not, but the temperature is kept to such an extent that cold equipment is not necessary. And beyond the fire was a woman sitting. The young woman in the fur and hat of a white one-color yuki wolf was bowing deeply to the Alphilis and the others.

"Welcome aboard, Jaeger ladies and gentlemen. This time I consult with the Ice Plains Witch Close and ask you for help. I am the head of an unnamed village on a sealed earth, my name is Wictrier. See you later."

Seeing the face of the woman with her face up, Alphilis stifled. Because I thought I'd be sucked into those deep gray eyes by accident. The best hunter in the village that Baragash boasted of was a beautiful woman who seemed only dazzling at first sight.

"... Alphilis, you're not coming."

"Do it with your people. Sure, but no one's reported it yet. Weren't you hit by this warcraft?"

"Even if you can't use magic, you don't have it. Not all such weak people."

"I hope so."

Layer, who created a base for the Alphilis and the others to rest in, was now looking for another base to spend time alone. At that time, the lay knew no one, and they were to fight multiple warcraft.

The smell of blood attracts other warcraft. Especially at this time of refraining from hibernation, there are many warcraft in the cannibalism, and every warcraft is very sensitive to the smell of blood. Layers who didn't know that fought as they were attacked, and stacked corpses. Some of them were yuki wolves. And he called Orolon, the head of the wolf, the LORD of this belt.

Orolon, who has become a phantom beast after many years, usually never harms other creatures, nor does he look to small creatures such as humans because they do not add to his belly. But apart from the story of being hit by a buddy, the lay was forced to duel with countless yukiwolves surrounded. And after three days and three nights of battle, he finally yielded Orolon.

And now he was invited to Orolon, to be in the nest of the Yukiwolf. The nest was stacked with meat from other prey that had been hunted, emitting an intolerable smell of blood for humans but not for layers. Orolon looked at such a layer and was moving his nose curiously.

"And you're a strange person. Incredible force and speed, endurance from a small body. Did I take unconsciousness in the battle of the Phantom since I was taken from this left eye?"

"You're an amazing user to take your left eye away from you. I can't do this. Even in the last battle, it was the best I could do."

"I was weaker when I took the unconsciousness. Not even on this earth, such as the creature that now lifts my nails and fangs. Though I thought it was the Ice Dragon guys at best or the head of Kibalee Yamazoo. Are people on the outside making progress, or are you the only one special?

"I don't know, that's not true"

Layer shrugged his shoulders and showed them. Because it wasn't modesty or anything, it was something I didn't know the facts about. Orolon turned his eyes of perplexity and doubt to the layer, but the layer has no answer. And after inspecting the weapon, the layer stood up completely.

Okay, let's go.

"Where are you going?

"To rendezvous, of course. It's been a long time. I think you're just coming to this earth, but without me, you might be a little worried."

"Hmm, if you were called by a witch on an ice field, you'd probably go to their settlement... human, would you even do us one favor? I'm counting on you to fight my fangs and nails."

Orolon pointed his grey eyes at the layer still. Layers look into those eyes. Often, layers who thought it was a serious favor decided to listen to Orolon, even though they had a bad feeling about it.

Continued