The Branded Female Fencer

"The sword is called 'Shempez'. It's like a demon sword that curses its owner, but the sharpness is unparalleled. Let's see if we have enough spiritual power to handle that sword. Let the sword breathe its own blood."

Layer learned an incredible sensation, but let the sword suck blood by slashing his finger belly small as he was told. Then all of a sudden, the scourge of the sword swelled, and I felt the urge for blood gushing from the bottom of the layer's consciousness.

"but... ah"

"A swordsman, in other words, ends up fighting himself. How can we point to further heights without setting our own limits? It is often said that human beings have lower physical limits, but as long as the spirit is tough, it is as much a way to exceed physical limits, etc. As I am called the strongest while I am a woman.

The ability to be a swordsman is known from the outset if you have enough spiritual power to be drunk by the Devil's Sword. How about you?

Layers were barely listening to Titania's ruthless voice while dampening the rising impulse of destruction. If I were swallowed by a sword that shempeth, Titania would kill me as light as she could.

The layers breathed and withstood the destructive impulse. And on second thought, it resembles work that has been repeated since birth. He acted like a normal human being without acting in his own business from birth. The act is tantamount to suppressing one's own greed.

Layer, as he breathed, faced Titania positively. The rising destructive impulse is still alive, but not to an unbearable extent. Titania nodded lightly as she looked at the layer.

"Isn't it just easy to swallow? Then this is the real deal. Let me outmaneuver my attack now. Until I say it's over."

"Your attack?

"That's right. My undiminished attack when I was told I was a sword emperor. That demon sword would withstand the strength of my golden sword as well. Let's go!"

No affirmative time was given to the layer. He accidentally took the blow of Titania with his sword as he roared and attacked him. It is a blow to a woman, though her physique is quite good. If the layers had received it with both hands, it should have been possible to play it off and fight back as it was.

Yet the layers' hands weighed tremendously, and in an instant both hands were paralyzed. The layers pushed in and behind with one blow realized instantly that the paralysis of both hands could not be removed and they could not go out to fight back.

"(Not the sword a woman wields! What a guy!

Beautiful despair looms from the front of the layer. If we match the swords, we lose. Layer tried to flaunt Titania's sword with a piece of paper, but his spine didn't fly large enough. Then the garment had been slashed, even though it had barely begun.

Did you slash it with wind pressure, or was there an invisible sword muscle? Layer decided to go on offense, with force in his paralyzing hands. Not very much, but not a sword that shines with a guard.

"Oh!"

"I want to switch that. No, okay. But"

Titania lightly takes the raging edge of the layer, where we have met for about 10 innings and suddenly a Titania counterattack mixes between the spears. The layer sensed the killing from the lower section and jumped again.

Titania looked a little impressed.

"Well, that's a good idea. So can we talk about this, too?

It was Titania's sword tip that rocked. It was countless slaughters and killings that flew in. Even with the eyes of the layer, they didn't catch all of them, and it was almost just instinct that prevented them. But when such an attack lasts twice or three times, it is no longer a coincidence. And Layer was having an odd experience.

When a sight comes to mind, it disappears. I have a field of view with someone who isn't me waving Shempez and share the experience. The experience was at the time of the death of a powerful enemy, or at the death of the owner himself. That experience, which took place during the battle against Titania, was tantamount to a hundred battleground runs for the lay, while even blinking was long enough to feel.

And at the end of the experience, the layers chose one from the countless slaughters of Titania and succeeded in bringing it to a close. Titania's face broke staring at each other across the sword.

"Got it?"

"Might be"

"What's it like?

"I felt like the sword was talking to me. What the hell..."

"Shempez is a demon sword. They talk about trying to take in their owners. But I thought you might be taken in by the lust of the Devil's Sword, and I gave it to you. But it was a bet if I could hear the sword. So I tried to push you into the realm of life and death, and it seemed to work."

"What if it was taken in?

"Do what you understand. Until I cut it off."

Layer sighed in response to Titania's naturally full response, and was holding his sword. Titania continues.

"A lot of people have the will and memory to be a weapon in a person's hands for a long time, not just a demon sword. It is possible to feed oneself by listening to those memories and voices. Human life is usually short. If we try to be strong in a limited amount of time, we will need to listen to the voice of the sword. That must be the ultimate swordsman."

"Any sword, will you respond?

"Not necessarily. It's compatible, and I don't hear all weapons and protective equipment either. Well, until then, when I don't have the talent, if there's such a person, his spirit is no longer human."

"Well, I'm convinced"

"Then you should now try to have the fangs of the phantom beast earlier"

When Layer held a sword made from Vols' fangs, memories flowed in from it. Fragmental, but the sight of Vols rushing through the snowfields, or capturing prey, poured in.

"Is that what it is now?"

"The fangs belong to our comrades who fought together. It will be more cooperative with you. From now on, fight with the sword. Shampez should be returned, or he should not hold it for long."

"... no, could you lend me this sword too"

"For what? That sword has nothing but madness."

"... maybe not. I still don't know what it is, but I think this sword is trying to tell me something."

"Well, if that's what you're like as a swordsman, you can do it for me. But let me give you some advice. The kind of demon sword that remains of man's grudge will undoubtedly destroy the bearer. If you spare yourself, don't go too far into the sword."

"Thanks for the advice. So, can I come with you?

"I don't have a choice. This assignment has been accomplished. Well, then it's their position, but it's a hassle to explore them as they are now. We're gonna roll up the plans from here on out."

Titania shook the sword and pierced the ground, exploring the path of this labyrinth with the capacity of the sensors. The echoes return and the structure of the labyrinth is felt by Titania.

"When I entered this labyrinth, I couldn't do well because of the large number of phantom beasts and hekatonkails, but it seemed that more than a day later the large part was swept away. Few people are alive anymore... but they're vast."

"This labyrinth, it's a passage from Digger or something, right?

"Right, should I say I was building a labyrinth... weird, there's no such thing as an anomalist in the labyrinth. And wherever you go, this labyrinth is disorderly... what do you mean?"

"Shall I tell you?

Titania looks back in surprise at the sudden voice called from behind. It's not early that she gets poked in the void or anything, but I certainly didn't feel any sign of it until earlier.

Before I look back, the man in clergy clothes. Its clothes, with gold embroidery and buttons on a white basis, were the equipment of Arnelian pilgrims who had also seen Titania.

Continued