The Branded Female Fencer

"Ha, ha, ha"

It is Hidun who walks through thin alleys with rough breath. His prized immortal flesh has already stopped regenerating, and the blood from which power and life originate will not flow back. Hidun had a blue look, yet was shaking his whole body in anger and humiliation.

"Damn, damn it! To someone like that, the magic I spent 200 years completing!

"Who's that kind of person? is it?"

Mason with a mace strayed from the head of Hidun, who vomited a grudge. Hidun shook down the blow, but once again, he was caught up. Running away three times, each time they catch up. It's unclear how he might be catching up, and I hardly see anyone in town during the first escape. We should be traveling quite a distance, but if we are so wide of boundaries, it is obvious that preparations are peripheral. Perhaps we should consider this meeting to have been missed beforehand.

When that happens, it means who leaked the information, but now it's something you can't help thinking about. Breaking through the crisis in front of us was a prerequisite for Hidun more than that. Nonetheless, it was the ability of a pilgrim named Mason.

"What the hell did you do when my magic was deactivated!

"I didn't do anything but the basics of magic. I didn't do it."

"The foundations of witchcraft," he said?

"One lecture for a bad guy. There are many kinds of magic exercises. Pay consideration, understand theory, communicate with the Spirit, for example. I just did the second two. Your magic is your own smelting. You're about to control wound repair speed, muscle strength, and fluid. But they are only a combination of water, earth, and gold magic, if you will. Understood, communicated with the Spirit, and nullified your sorcery. That's all, that's all."

"That's ridiculous."

Hidun understood that it sounded nasty, trying to say there was no way. That stupid thing is happening in reality. We need solutions rather than mourning. But Mason was just loyal to the basics and very difficult to break. Above all, Hidun has never seen anything so calmly able to do those itineraries while fighting.

Mason was overwhelmingly higher even in physical surgery, which should have been trained for over another 200 years. I thought you were a good fighter, but common sense can't apply to pilgrims. It is also true that Hidun had no more battles in his state of preparation. Then I need to escape at all costs.

"(A little more, a little more. If you can buy some time...)"

"It's time to get tired of snooping. Are you dying? Are you dying?

Mason slowly tried to get close to Hidun, suddenly sensing signs of someone breaking into the place. Mason waved a mace toward the signs, simultaneously with the perception of the signs. I will not confirm who it is. In the stage of putting it within the conjuncture, it is not a normal person. And it's obvious from the operation that he's not one of his own, such as breaking and entering the battle.

Mason felt the impact of smashing his skull in his left hand holding the mace. At the same time, I felt new signs appear behind that opponent.

"The Art of Armor - the Art of Armor!

The person who smacked him in the head and the person who suddenly appeared. The look looked like just a townsman, but Mason was seeing through the identity at a glance. The broken in used blindfolds, and further summoned the ceremonial beast to disperse the signs.

"Dear Hidun! Run!

When the rescue came, Hidun did not praise or order those who came to help, but merely left the scene at a glance. The man, who tried to stay on the spot and buy time, was suppressed of that throat the moment Hidun confirmed he had left and the ceremonial beast looked back to provide cover to fight Mason.

"Gubu."

"You guys - Sconner?"

Mason hands on the townsman's eyes and removes the color lens that was hiding his eyes. There were Skoner's original red eyes.

"I see. You mean there are multiple agents, even after the puppets are destroyed? He didn't stand in his way in the intelligence war. Orangeable guy, you even know how to play modern warfare. Quite how funny - be!

Sconner's neck bone was broken as Mason laughed fun and slightly angrily into his hands. At the same time Mason confirmed that body, which collapsed without force, another voice was called from behind the building.

"Mason, did Hidun let you get away?

"Polanyeri? Oh, I let him get away with it." Just as planned. "

Polanyeri slightly squeezed his eyes at the words, but Mason was laughing funny.

"As planned? You've laid a massive formation so far, you've gone to finish off a black magician?

"I'm not saying this is an operation. If more than one black magician were within this subject, the operation would not have been activated, and there was a chance that no one would be caught, or someone else would have come. I could just confirm that the information was true as a result. Hidun appeared here alone after the meeting.

What I found out was that the black magician was no longer a single rock, and that the bottom of Hidun was known. Now if you run for as much ability to deal with him as you can, you'll end up fine. It's easier than the Great Demon King's case. "

"Archbishop Minar was hit by that Hidun?

"The Archbishops' job is not to fight. Their work is a hustle and bustle under the name of preaching, the work of Arnelia's table and the handling of chores on the desk. Even with his abilities, he doesn't keep creeping around the training grounds as much as we do, no.

Besides, who are their traitors? Whose intel got you into this operation? You must be the one who's ready for the union, you are. "

"Don't say you or anything, it's disgusting. It's just that I wasn't informed of the details either, and I can't tell you anything. It looks like you're going to be able to keep me informed."

"Aren't they dancing?"

"There is no substitute for the manipulative side or the manipulative side being connected by yarn. It's my job to manipulate it back."

"It sure is."

Mason gets his clothes done and puts in a piece of clothes after work. The line had already been broken and the neighborhood had regained its daily hustle and bustle. Mason and Polanyelli sit back on a painting in the alley, looking out at the blinding streets from the dim.

Continued