The Branded Female Fencer

Alphilis and the others were guided by Grosfeld and were walking in the shadows. The sight in front of me switches one after the other, and I wonder if I've gone out to the palace, then it's dark. When it turned dark, darkness only spread in front of him, but he managed to keep his sanity thanks to the glow of the strings in his hand and the sight of the backs of those who walked in front. If it had not been for the strings and the backs of its companions, silent darkness would have become an intolerable pain.

The palace exit was gradually closer as he repeatedly walked in the shadows. It seemed like a slight advance, but everyone imagined that we wouldn't be able to get close to that exit without precise magical guidance. Nervous and tangled, air like the hands of a person stuck in mucus. The palace of Olimpus, where the book of the night descended, showed no less its demon.

and then suddenly Grossfeld offered to take a break.

"Shall we take a breath here?"

"What, in such a halfway place? In the middle of a shadow walk?

"Don't worry. You said you were good at creating positions, right? Even in the middle of a shadow walk, you can take a little pause. When you go out to the palace, you can't just take a little pause.

Sounds like you're already drunk, too, with your witchless faces. This will be useless when attacked. I'm more worried about you.

When Grossfeld takes out another string and releases it circularly around the same, the air in it seems to have soothed. In the darkness came the safe expression of my companions. When Alphilis saw each face, there were certainly a number of people with blue and white faces, headed by Nia and Yao.

Each one of them sits back in a place of thought and takes a break. Half a minute has already passed, so the journey should be half past.

"Good job."

"Yeah, that's creepy"

"Right."

Grossfeld and Alphilis were surprised the other way round that things were going well. But Grossfeld has some optimism.

"Sounds like a lot of room, huh?

"No, not so much. I knew La Millishire wasn't in this palace right now, so I can afford some, though. She apparently has other important things to do. If I hadn't known to take a few white ranked men out, I wouldn't have had this kind of relaxation."

"Oh, the visitors were about you."

"Well, yes."

It wasn't exactly a clear way of putting it, but Grossfeld flushed it out and continued the conversation.

"It was good for a while. La Forse is essential for meditation at this time of year. Neither can her eyes reach only during meditation. Her power is immense, but thus also unstable. I shouldn't have been in such a condition to see you. But I still met you. Do you know what that means?

"No, not at all"

"That's all your presence is big for them, too. Some white-ranked people will want to get rid of you if they get a chance. No matter how La Fauze guests, some will not condone it. So I let you go."

"I don't see why they resent me so much and obsess me. Hey, what the hell am I? So many people know about me?

"... it's one of the legends, you pass it on to this Olimpus. It is the prophecy of Meeschatres, the founder of Olimpus." You black witch, you shut the world to despair. The man is darkness in light. He is the creator and the destroyer. And when the whites shall prevail, there shall come a time of peace. When the black witch leads, it is a more chaotic world '. The white man there is La Forse, and the black witch... "

"You think it's me? This is ridiculous."

Alphilis appeared frightened and unable to say anything. But Grossfeld seemed very serious to him.

"I can't help but believe it. I can't believe it either. I also know that there are people in the world who are called heroes, but I still don't think that one person can have enough influence to change history. Prophecies are vague in the first place, too.

But there are many who believed in the prophecy. So will the current Olimpus, and it has been for a long time. That was all Meeshattress was a powerful prophet, but he who was deluded of the prophecy, Meeshattress. He also drove the man out, trying to create a white light himself. That's La Millishire and La Forse. No, all the whites who couldn't count were. "

"Created?

"Strong magicians depend a lot on blood and the environment at an early age. Acquired proficiency does not affect so many people. So they tried to artificially create a strong magician. Repeated marriages and training over years, years. That was a distracting year. Inside, there would also have been a large number of white places who were ignored for their personality as people. And Olimpas got just one seeker, a finished product called La Millishire.

She was perfect. The same was true of his ability as a mage, but he was equipped with intelligence and beauty. But there was beyond that. That's the masterpiece called La Forse. No, maybe it's a monster. Something that the ideal implementer has acquired in search of a reality that goes further beyond ideals. Her abilities are presumably not even fifty percent complete at the moment. Yet it has already come first in white. On its own, it can no longer be extended to second place. With her completion, Olimpus will move. To defeat the darkness that will soon come into the world. "

"You mean kill me?

"I was wondering if La Millishire was trying to identify that. Get a collaborator named Orangeable."

Unexpectedly, Alphilis was stunned. And Grossfeld spoke up.

"Be careful. Olimpus, Oranzeble, and the Eastern Demon Struggle Association are already collaborators. That is not a direct cooperation relationship, but they have an undertaking not to interfere with each other. Sooner or later, all of this could be your enemies. As long as you're under the shelter of Arnelia. This is a very unfavorable situation."

"We're supposed to be working with Arnelia and the Magic Church, right?

"But the long-lasting Tetrastine has already left the Magic Church and is at the mercy of a black magician. I don't think he was in tune with the idea of the Orange Bull, but its shape is still the problem. This is treachery enough for the Church of Magic, and it was Hoomilne, who sat in his cauldron for many years in conflict with Tetrastine. Arnelia could be isolated enough."

"I see... indeed"

Alphilis conceived, but immediately shook his head to the side.

"That's why it's worse for us to leave Arnelia's asylum."

"Exactly. If you lose touch with Arnelia now, it is possible that you will be crushed at the same time. As for you, I'm sure you're all thinking about independence."

"You know what I mean?"

"I saw someone named you before and I was sure. He said it wasn't his personality to spoil on his honeymoon with Arnelia. Even if he was best friends with Miranda, the future supreme bishop"

"Right. Because we're friends, we want to be equal."

"I guess that's fine. I wanted to be reciprocal, too, but that didn't happen in my case"

"Didn't it work?

"No, I broke my knee myself. Without even thinking about how lonely that might make the other person. I was jealous, wasn't I? At the time we had that heart, we were not equal. I know because I'm old, but if you'd let me make an excuse, I'd have been young then."

"Can't you take it back?

"I can take back many failures, but very much in my case. If you can use magic, I hope you can use the magic back then."

"Time retroactive? I hear there's magic in stopping time, but no one can make it back to time. If I could do that, I could be the ruler of this world."

"There is no ruler in this earth. Maybe that's why there's a dispute, but it also creates various possibilities. Some people don't make it any better."

"Is the purpose of Olimpus dominance?

"Some of them will think so. But isn't that the same for every country, every organization?

"... maybe. It doesn't matter to me."

Alphilis seemed bored. If you look at the look on that face, you can see that you think that it doesn't matter what the heart dominates or whatever. Grossfeld thought the look was very merciful.

"Some people expect you because you're such a princess. I might be one of them."

"There's not enough of us to live up to people's expectations."

"That's fine. Time will eventually give you the answer. Well, it's time. I thought we'd move on, wouldn't we -?"

A giant white hand was appearing ahead of Grossfeld's stare.

Continued