The Branded Female Fencer

"Now, what did you think of this horizontal hole? Lisa, what do you say?

"... as far as I can feel with Lisa's sensors, this hole is something I can only assume was dug at times merging, sometimes splitting, and unwrought, as it bends and goes up and down. It's a pretty big labyrinth, this."

"Now, do you want to split the squad and move on or come together and explore it carefully? What are we gonna do, Alfie?

Rosetta asks Alphilis for his opinion, but Alphilis was thinking something else. He glanced around the wide space and began to slap the wall as he approached the wall of those without holes.

"What are you doing, Alfie?

"Who do you think made this labyrinth for what?

"There was also the wreckage of Hekatonkail, and that's a black magician... weird"

Rhine tried to say it herself and realized she had a strange contradiction. Daron asks.

"What's wrong?

"This earth was originally sealed, and only a few people live there. Their range of action is out of here, and there may be incursions by the Warcraft, but that's just a story to prevent with witchcraft. Sure, it's a good place to do something, but I'm telling you, we don't need to create such a big, complicated labyrinth, and it's not the right thing to do."

"So if we were to create a complex labyrinth on the contrary, what possibilities should we consider?"

Rhine often thought about the question of Alphilis.

"Well... I'm researching something I'd like to keep hidden from my people, or something"

"Then surely the lord of this workshop has betrayed the black magician. Maybe depending on the story, we'll get some help."

"Cooperation? From a black magician?

Lisa raised her suspicions, but Alphilis went on just naturally.

"Enemy enemies can be allies. At the very least, you might get information."

"Alphilis, the Lord of this workshop is one who has a high probability of disturbing the order of this earth. Still think you're asking for help?

"Don't look so scared, Claw. It depends on the negotiation. I have to see the Lord here first to do that..."

Alphilis noticed that the sound of some of the walls he was tapping had changed. A little further away from the place, I call Daron.

"Daron, could you slap the wall here a little as hard as you can?"

"I understand."

"What are you doing?

"Even if you think about it, look. As the Lord here is himself, do you want to go in and out on a path so wide that Lisa's sensors won't even reach you? Use the magic of metastasis, otherwise it's a pain in the ass. I'd trap the labyrinth and make a shortcut."

It was at the same time that Daron broke the wall and the Alphilis explanation ended. Beyond the wall was a passage.

"The one who created this labyrinth has a pretty twisted personality, he seems so creative. None of the roads that broke up with this lookout over there are probably right. Let's move on."

Watching Alphilis take the lead, the team follows as a hack. The group was divided into two kinds: comfortable, thoughtful, and strange.

Titania and Layer took turns taking a nap and rest. Titania had woken up almost momentarily as the lay counted, encouraging the lay to rest and sleep. Layers are quite stubborn compared to normal humans, but they need sleep and a meal with him. When he could mouth the meal he was carrying, he slept while sitting down. I didn't trust you about Titania, but there was only certainty that you weren't the kind of person to lie to.

And when I woke up, the sight of Titania sharpening her sword popped into my eyes. It seemed like a Vols fang.

"It's been a long time since I've grinded fangs of high creatures like phantom beasts. Shapely."

"... not like that, but somehow I feel that way. I was allowed to use it in an earlier battle. No way, are you gonna turn it into a sword?

"Instead, I no longer did. You're gonna have trouble with the sword like this, aren't you? I think I broke a bottle."

"Surprised. Is the sword emperor also a blacksmith?"

"I'm just familiar with taking care of my weapons. I happened to have a pattern that fits perfectly, so I tried processing it and it just worked. I know some processing from ore, but that's up to a certain point, too.

After all, it's not far enough to be a weapon that is said to have been made in the days of the Divine Age, like Glam Rock. The same goes for demon swords and spirit swords. It would be enough to make a little strong sword. "

Titania shook her sword up against the dusted stone, looking at the sharpened Vols fangs. The brilliant stone was amputated, and the sword did not have one blade spill.

"It's going to be a good sword. The phantom beast, who was the owner of this fang, admits it was so and seems to want to fight together. There will also be the protection of ice and water spirits. I don't have a sheath right now, but you might want to have a well-armed blacksmith make it out of ice crystal stone or water honey stone. That should prevent the deterioration of swords and sheaths. The sheath is the same for a sword. I could make it out of something close in nature."

"I don't have anything to give you back."

"I don't need it. I only do this to good swordsmen. Or someone who's going to be a good swordsman. Good swordsmen are chosen as swords. I guess the sword I brushed on that waist also chose that. That's why I'm wondering if I could beat Silence."

Layer laid his hand on his lower back sword as a hack. Marveis Blood, a loot from when he finished silence, but it's not surprising that Titania knew it existed. I thought the layers were gone, but Titania didn't seem to have bothered.

"Never mind, Layer. On the battlefield, the weak die. That's just like me. A lot of my people know that you put up silence, but that's why I'm not willing to do it, at least not to me.

Besides, as far as I'm concerned, that man is dead and relieved. That man is a man who is definitely aiming for ruin while engaging his surroundings. Not like us. "

"... yeah? Other black magicians, from what I've heard, feel like they're only killing people."

"That may be the case in the short term. Besides, Doom and Bradymaria do seem to enjoy the process. But don't think anyone else is. I guess each has its own demands, ideals, or goals. Neither do I. Probably even Anomaly thinks so."

"Anomaly?"

"Lord of this workshop."

Titania told him the name of the LORD of the workshop. With the surprise layer intact, Titania went on to talk.

Continued