The Branded Female Fencer

"What's wrong with this hand wound? I can't believe you're doing this."

"Totally out of control. No, it was certainly a bet I couldn't say my share was good. Titania hit me. She was released from the spiritual bondage of the Orange Bull. This is the result. If I'd been half a second behind breaking the line and escaping, my upper and lower body would have cried and broken up."

"Was she a surprisingly beautiful woman?

"I guess so, 'cause it's enough to hang out with you guys. Beauty has many thorns in the first place. So that was too sharp in her case. Is that what you mean by sword emperor?

Doom chuckled at Petefloat's words. This may have been the first time I've ever spoken lightly, but somehow I soon found out that the lighthearted goes well with the lighthearted.

Petefloat asked as he woke up his body in the bottle.

"Did you carry me?

"Well. It was a complete coincidence that I found it, but I was wondering if I'd let it go."

"Wasn't Titania close?"

"No? You were alone."

"So did you go somewhere else with her? Are you lucky or bad? If it had stayed that way, they would have definitely killed him."

"Why did you almost get killed? Somehow I can imagine."

"You should guess"

Doom often thought about it, but Doom already knows that Titania's background is approximate. I could imagine about the motive.

"What happens when Titania's spiritual bondage is broken... right, she'll probably make another move to hunt for the Demon King. During the war, many demon kings are supposed to have been hunted by humans, but it was the Titania individual who eliminated the most demon kings in their fruits, wasn't it? Or the Demon King. He must have died fighting each other. What a demon king's record in human history is just the tip of the iceberg. It's just a spill that humans have become winners. I think you were targeted because you were a former demon king.

The Great Demon King is the people who resisted to the end after the human imprint was enlarged, and it shouldn't be the top six in order of strength. There must have been more horrible people on this continent, and there must still be people sleeping. Even if I just know, for example, a meadow dragon ignage is a monster sleeping. If I were you, I'd know a lot of other things. "

"Well, you are. Because I'm only alive for a long time."

Petefloat was surprised that Doom's hypothesis was really accurate, but he couldn't respond satisfactorily because it was hard to talk long. The abdominal wound is trying to repair, but it doesn't work inside. Petefloat felt that the power of the Spirit of Darkness existed on this earth as well, but did not gather well. The cause was immediately known. It has the added effect of disrupting the convergence of witchcraft in this bottle where you are trapped.

Petefloat got a little anxious. If the wound is not blocked, it may also remain debilitating. Death is nothing more frightening to me than being a superior spirit. If he dies, his body will return to nature and permeate the earth and the wind to explore this planet. It was extremely natural for me to be born as a fairy, and it could also be said to be a place to return.

But there is still so much to see in this world that Petefloat is untrained.

"Hey, Doom. It's time for you to get me out of here. If you don't repair the wound, your body will be weak. It's not a very good stream, no matter how many superior spirits."

"Right. Then answer only one question. As an informant, you've been in touch with every organization - the Orange Bull, and the Orin Pass to the west and the Puritanical White Fun to the east, right? Are you sure about that?

"... yes. My role is to 'know'. Know all information and inform the Principal Notice of it. No means are chosen for this purpose. So I've had a few personal interactions with you, too."

"I see. What do you say about guys like you... double espionage? That's not a double spot, so... bat bastard? Is this different?"

"Hey, don't make a fool of me too much -"

"Then just tell me one more thing! I don't think you can just get information from people to be so informative, but how did you do that? Information is a weapon, let me help you!

Petefloat replied with a sigh as he found himself completely in the flow of Doom's conversation. Usually a little more, but I couldn't afford that.

"... easy. If you are a superior spirit, you can follow dark spirits and elephants everywhere. If you organize the information from them, there is so much more to know than people. Because it is often very abstract as information, it is often necessary for people to put it together as a specific word."

"Is that why you had a place to discuss it with people... and I can?

"You're an evil spirit, aren't you? The Spirit will not speak to anyone because he is in a position hostile to the Spirit. Besides, the evil spirits only talk about their delusions, so their credibility as a source would diminish, too. That's why inefficient artifacts are useful."

"... I see, I thought reliability as a source was the best, but it was inefficient and a little cumbersome. Well, can we get more information if we hear it directly from the Spirit?"

"That's why you can't. From here sooner..."

Trying to tell him to get it out, Petefloat had a clear look at Doom's eyes from the front. Doom's 'madness' demonic eye does not work on Petefloat, the superior spirit. But Petefloat saw something more horrible from the front. Much more than I could imagine, there was a bottomless darkness lurking in Doom's eyes. That's a dark, deep darkness I haven't even seen on Petefloat yet. It could not have been better for someone with such a mild tone. Instead, if we enclose all this darkness, it would even be difficult to preserve ourselves.

Petefloat understood. I wonder if the usual attitude is an act for this person to hide his true appearance. I thought something bottomless might be swirling in him.

"Doom, you..."

"Hey, Pete. I've come up with something good. You should be a part of me."

Continued