The Branded Female Fencer

The Alphilis and the others were divided into men and women and guided to their bedrooms. The palace, which looked small, was also very wide inside, with some sort of magic twisting around the space to make it look narrow.

When Alphilis and the others were led to the room, there was a luxurious line of dishes where they were told to eat freely. There was no one in the room, but all the food was turning up the hot air just to say I had just made it. Also in the separate room there was enough water hall for everyone to get in, and the tiredness of the journey was in a healing breeze.

"If you don't mind using the demon, you can rub your shoulders, etc."

When the ninth place rang its fingers, many wooden demons appeared on the spot. When they were all together and gracious, they were beginning to split up the dishes and tidy up the hot water hall.

Using complicated orders and giving demons is a very high magic trick, but ninth place seems to be doing it without any bitterness. The witches were watched as such, but Alphilis was alert and politely declining the offer.

"Please don't worry. I want to get some rest, so you need to get some rest."

"But then you will have abandoned my role."

"No. If you say anything, I'll explain it right to you. Ninth place did us good, right? So don't worry, back off."

"... that there's really nothing you can do?

"Care is enough."

Did you see the stiff will of Alphilis, and the ninth place of White took down the user demon in a gracious manner, and left the scene? At that moment, Lisa didn't miss hearing Alphilis sigh.

"Don't worry,"

"Right. It makes me nervous to be constrained by someone much more powerful than myself."

"You're a monster, she"

"I got the illusion that there are so many lifeless people out there. This is a hell of a bunch of people."

Alphilis spilled more water from the water drain in the room, prompting Larna. Larna immediately understood the intent and seemed to be investigating something with witchcraft.

"What, are you even looking into poison?

"You won't be such a blatant imitator. The question is whether there is hostility to this hospitality. What do you say, Larna?

"... I can't say anything. It is not a clear hostility. Not even a flamboyant favor. If you say so... is it like a vicious favor or something?"

"That must be about you, isn't it?

"Mine is pure love! It's not, it's like I have more obsession with Alphilis itself... no, it's like I hate and love the very existence of Alphilis..."

I felt like Larna had said something outrageous, but that look I started to say something bumpy was serious besides my thoughts, and no one dared say anything.

Alphilis sighed, telling everyone.

"Don't get any hands on this dish. No water, no water. May I?"

"How did you get there?

"It's decided because it's dangerous. Clear hostility would be nice. But I still can't read their intentions. When I realize I'm being manipulated to their will - I'm most afraid of that possibility."

There was no one in the words of Alphilis to argue with for some reason. It would mean that Alphilis made their perceived anxiety a clear word.

And with no one, I had my hands on the food and water I was bringing in, and they were all starting to sleep early. Oh, my God, everyone was tired of the battle streak. Instead of hard ground, it was that just being able to sleep on a soft bunk would heal fatigue. And in his sleep, which was supposed to be deep, Alphilis had not dreamed for a long time.

The dream was clear. The palace of Olimpus earlier. That was the world that was played just as it was. Alphilis knew he had entered a deep sleep, so he knew immediately that this was the world of his dreams. And I was wandering the world of dreams. Then, there was Larna sitting.

"Larna, is this you?

"Ah, Alfi. Sure, this is me, but it's not just..."

"Actually, I asked Mr. Larna to take you here."

A long man I saw somewhere emerged from the pillar behind Larna. As Alphilis traced his memory, he was immediately reminded of who the man was. But his name is...

"Erm... Grossfeld, so does it fit? You were with Valsas, weren't you?

"It's an honor to remember, Black Witch. Since Kandert?"

Grossfeld thanked him for one thing. I remembered its long and righteous face, and its nasty light mouth, which was not commensurate with it. I only knew Alphilis was a Blackhawk cleric, but I only knew enough not to be an ordinary cleric. But at the stage of making up this world of dreams, I also found out that this is not the only Alpha Reese.

Most importantly, the atmosphere surrounding it was completely different. You're a little nervous, you're dreaming, but you cared about your surroundings.

Continued