The Branded Female Fencer

"You guys were supposed to be heads of the Magic Church. Why did you fall back on the black magician? Let me tell you the truth."

"... we've been wandering the world for a long time now. I didn't want immortality or anything, hating each other. I'm tired of it, what I keep hating. So we want to die. But no one will kill us. We tried every way we could, but we never died. You can't take your neck off, skewer it, take out your heart and burn it.

I belonged to the Magic Church in the first place because I thought that an organization that conducts human mystery has a way of lifting our immortality. But the answer was nowhere to look. Or this guy, some genius I expected, but he just left the Magic Church, even though he noticed I had his eyes on him. Then I heard about becoming a knight or trying to be a king, but, well, maybe it was an excuse to get away from me.

The anomaly came about because he was studying what would be the Book of Life. I thought he'd know the secret to our immortality, but it's just creepy to be his toy. You can't be an experimental animal (guinea pig) because it's not just for the immortal.

Besides, the research direction is different. I would have liked to have been advised, but this is no longer the case. So, Titania, I need to talk to you. "

Tetrastine laughed thinly. That's the unyielding smile. This would have been the expression of Tetrastine's untrue emotions.

In the back Lissy stood faceless. I've always thought of you as a faceless, heartless woman. I guess you're not letting us worry. But it wasn't. That's all emotion is dead. He was more of an inhuman person than a doll Silence makes.

Conversely, the vibrant looking Tetrastine was also that of the dead.

"Will you kill us, Titania? That's what we want. I've spent over a thousand years loose looking for a way to die already. Be you, the strongest sword emperor - or I hope you can.

You can kill us, or we won't be needing you. Try to get him to die. "

Fighting the strong exalts my mood. On the other hand, the fight against the possessed always comes with fear. I had no similar memory with Titania's experience that she was going to fight the immortal who volunteered to commit suicide, and Titania had forgotten to draw further power or leave the scene, unwittingly taking the sword to be drawn into Tetrastine and Lissy's delusions.

"(Cold air chases me precisely. I understand karaki, but it's a pain in the ass)"

Mason was looking into its origins, avoiding the cold air unchanged. Gradually, the structure of the workshop is being constructed on the head.

Mason has a discreet personality that does not suit his tone. We do not compete outside of situations where we can win for sure, and we always fight while securing our way out. That is why we have risen to the third place on the pilgrimage, where we have fought and survived for a long time.

It was also for the retreat that I was now making a map of the workshop with my head.

"(I should have toured all the way, but I don't hit the exit. And there's no enemy. Is this being guided into closed space and unilaterally attacked? I don't know who it is, but it turns wise.

If it wasn't for me) "

Mason had already figured out an enemy location. Ask the Spirit and it's easy to know where the enemy is. And I already know where the Alphilis and the others are. Even if it was a little violent, I also made sure it didn't seem like it would affect me.

"All right, that's good."

When Mason made up his mind, he ran out of nowhere. In front of him, the cold air builds a wall so as to hold him back from going. But Mason didn't mind storming. I thought I'd be taken in by the cold air, and the spinning wind wall protected Mason.

Cold air walls give little vision. But for Mason with the map in his head, the presence or absence of vision is not an issue. Besides, cold air does not inhibit the spirits from acting. If I listened to the presence of the spirits around me, I could see more clearly what was around me than with my eyes open.

Negotiate with the Spirit as he runs, pull the wall aside. Running in a straight line, suddenly a wall emerged that was not a natural structure. Its walls, shining in silver, are neither magical nor physical.

"Coming. This is one of the tricks of this workshop. Grasp this position with vibrations transmitted to the yarn, attack, or let your allies know. Excellent sensor, though.

And the spider yarn is more robust than any armor, but is it like this? Now, suppose we worship the face of the man we're manipulating. "

When Mason touched the wall, he basically flushed the current. The wall remained intact for a while, but eventually, contrary to its frightening like a creature, it was quickly unraveling and disappearing.

I guess I sensed Mason's intention to flush the current and trace the great yuan, but it was already too late.

Continued