The Branded Female Fencer

"... that pledge of non-interference with each other is going to be meaningless now,"

"What!?

"Wouldn't you notice? What the hell do you think the rest of the true dragons are doing with this situation?

"Clearly! What the hell is going on?

"... Renes and Feegard, parents of Irmatal, were killed, and the furious True Dragons, but they weren't wiped out. They were repelled by Bradymaria's butlers, some of whom went back inside. The rest of them are after tiger sights and vengeance opportunities. Of course, it's not like they don't know the inviolable treaty between you and the black magician, but it was the true dragons who got their hands on it in the first place."

"Why, why did you get your hands on it?

"Here's the tease. Originally, some of the two true dragons were manipulated by Aurangebulls. One covers the inside that is eroded by Experion, and the other turns the true dragons to ruin for trying to interfere in the world of men. On the eastern continent, the true dragons tried to persuade the ghosts to take control and find out that the ghosts had already perished. Then when I went out to the Association of Exorcists, which destroyed the ghost, I met Bradymaria and her deacons, who were at the source of Puritanical White Fun. Of course, there was no will to engage them due to the pledge, unless the manipulated true dragon accidentally launched an attack. Bradymaria fought back with pleasure, killing Renes and Ferguard, who were in the lead. Of course, the true dragon who made the pre-emptive attack at that stage didn't have to be solemnly cleared, though it seems to have been killed by Bradymaria to obliterate the evidence.

And there are those who whisper to them who remain. The vengeance of the true dragons and those who seek to exploit their pride. "

"Is something still going to happen?"

Gwendorf asked gasping. To things that went too far, even Gwendorf can't forbid despair. But Arshhuntra doesn't mind such a thing, he keeps telling as many merciless story hosts as he can.

"Having already been half-conscious by what whispers, you can assume that they are unknowingly hands pawned by black magicians. They seem to be moving in their own consciousness and have not been able to avoid whisper brainwashing"

"What, what's that Whisper?!?

"I'm a heretic child in the world of men. It's a monster that divides wars and wants chaos. How many times have unnecessary wars been waged thanks to him? No one knows who or what it is, they can't know. His abilities seem to be different from sound dominance and sorcery, so they also work for true dragons. In that sense, he may also be a 'wizard'.

Perhaps not as convenient an ability as I would say, but at least the true dragons, manipulated by them, flew to a land partly isolated. To dispose of Anomaly, the traitor of the black sorcerer, or... "

"Or what?"

"A throwaway pawn to open the edge of battle with a black magician."

Arshhuntra's unforgiving tales sparked a killer from Gwendorf. Normally, that's all the creatures nearby are going to pass out, but Arshhuntra was staring straight at Gwendorf to the point of a little cold sweat.

"... you say it's a throwaway pawn? My compatriots, dumping pawns!?

"He's an orangeable who even trumpeted his best friend, the Five Wise Men, and took action. And he decided to use even his countrymen as tools to crush them. Now you won't even care about the life of a dragon."

"Stop"

Gwendorf returns from being a person to being a true dragon. His anger-stained eyes and upside-down scales showed his anger.

"As the chief who keeps the fate of the true dragons, I will stop and show you such foolish deeds"

"Do so. If you could stop them, you'd be the only one. Besides, there's an alphilis on that ledge right now. If you do poorly, she could get involved."

"There's an alphilis?

"And Irmatal."

Gwendorf's eyes became even more rugged. Seeing that change, Arshhuntra gained one certainty.

"... is she still a special true dragon"

"... I don't know either. I went to the ancient dragons to make sure of that, but they still don't respond to anything. But Ilmatal's power is invaluable. Alphilis, we can't let them die together!

Thank you, mortal. Then hurry up and excuse me!

To put it that way, Gwendorf slashed and ripped the sound and flew away. Not as far from here as to the isolated earth. Not so much. He'll catch up with the True Dragons. Except they're in a state where they can listen to Gwendorf.

Arshhuntra exhaled loudly, as after the storm had passed.

"He's the head of the rushing True Dragon. Very powerful and wise, but certainly lacking in calm and intelligence. Such as thanking someone who doesn't even know. Well, I'm not human."

If you are human, you will not be able to move in this valley, where there are so many experions that true dragons lose their sanity.

And Arshhuntra calmly pulled out her lower back sword.

"And you should be a little more suspicious of what I've come all this way to do. EXPERION - That's a contraindicated medicine. I had no idea that just letting humans drink would denature individuals and turn them into demon kings. So far we don't know how it affects true dragons, but if they die like this and even become demon kings, it's troublesome. It's horrible to think about, like flying around at a speed no one can catch up with, and a demon king flying in herds, sprinkling death with braces from the sky.

... Let me dispose of it now. Don't feel bad, Gwendorf "

When Arshhuntra's sword glittered to meet the will of its owner, Arshhuntra shook the sword down nearby towards the throat of the groaning True Dragon.

Continued