The Branded Female Fencer

Alphilis and the distant shadow had used Tetrapolishka's body to reach the Oranzebul, driven by a single-flying ceremonial beast. When the ceremonial beast created with snow and ice is melted in an instant, the shadow grabs onto the Oranzebul workshop. An orangeable workshop that does not exist, such as a common entrance, but the shadow was somewhat forcefully encroaching on the wall with witchcraft and breaking into it.

The workshop of the Orange Bull is situated in the mountains of the continent. At first glance it's a place without any weird philosophy, but with an accurate topographical map, you might have found some kind of massive cavity there. But especially in this place, where resources are not available and where neither man nor beast lean so close, it is impossible not to be noticed in the first place.

Oranzeble was alone in the workshop, meditating. Seeing how it was, the shadow was often nestled in the place. I didn't mean to be respectful. There was just a situation where the shadows couldn't attack the Orange Bull.

A long time passed. The passage of time is not inherently painful for shadows who are immortal. But now the shadow remembered his frustration with the course of time because he spent so much time with a man named Alphilis. So when the Orange Bull slowly opened his eyes, he accidentally kept his mouth shut and even one of the sarcasms came out.

"That's a relaxing one, Oranzeble. So you're saying you can afford a wise man?

"Aren't you in such a hurry, Polskaya? What happened to those who lived an infinite time? I didn't expect you to push it into the workshop and twitch it. I don't even remember saying a word to you that I could come home. Was Alphilis impressed?"

On the contrary, the shadow returned with irony - Polskaya got angry. I was angry that they called me by name.

"I'm in a hurry! How far were you supposed to go, sir? What about Titania's departure? What about the collapse of Anomaly's workshop and the behavior of a kid ghost like Doom? What about the Ice Emperor Bikezel awakening? And the last hell of a bunch of people out there - I only left their names. I heard them through the demon. You said Vezlfernil or something. What is that? It was like a guy named Yugdrasil, the black magician. But that's... that's out of my comprehension, like handing out guys stronger than bikezels. What the hell is that?!?

To Polskaya's complaint, Oranzebul replied with a sigh of relief.

"One question at a time. Even if I don't yell at it, I hear enough."

"Then I'll get an answer."

"Do you have an obligation to answer?

"I have no obligation. But you will be responsible. You and I should have a reciprocal relationship. That's the kind of contract you'd have had, right?

"Reciprocity? What's that about?

When Oranzeble's cold gray eyes caught Polskaya, it felt like blood pulled away from her body, which should not have felt the cold. Something's wrong. Polskaya was half-step in instinct. You shouldn't be here, I knew by instinct that it was a mistake to come.

At that time, suddenly the orange zebul uttered a low voice.

Don't move.

To the voice of Oranzeble, Polskaya was unable to move as if he had turned it into a statue. No more voices, stunned Polskaya. Even if his expression could not move, his eyes were puzzled.

The Orange Bull stands up slowly.

"You seem to be mistaken about my magic. You seem to think of my magic as mental control. Didn't I?

Naturally, Polskaya has not responded. I can't. Oranzeble continued his monologue toward that Polskaya.

"In addition to mental control to be precise, we can also manipulate memory. So those who are in my surgery lose memories that are inconvenient to me. There are some limitations - right, in your case, you're forgetting the real contract you had with me.

The real contract content is' absolute obedience '. If you have enemies before me, you eliminate them, and you protect me without regard for your life. Bet on the whole thing. Whatever your will, therefore, you cannot blade against me. You see? "

"There are also shortcomings. My magic fades if I don't keep doing it regularly. When it is also applied to a large number of humans, the effect also fades quickly for that matter. But it is impossible to escape my magic altogether. Even if it appears to have expired, the effect will appear again if you stand before me. Even if Titania was going to disobey, if she stood before me again, she would be with me. I can't do anything but break my knee.

That's why I purposefully showed up before the Alphilis. Because Aldrius threatened to screw the effect of my curse and change your role. And it also made sense to reassert the magical effects I put on you.

But apparently it was hard work. Your role is no longer what it should be. Alphilis is becoming known to the world out of my intentions. I wish she had at least grown up in the back of the mountain. But you'd better have been named after him. Whatever, your combat experience is the best on this continent. You don't need sleep, you don't need rest, you don't have the mind body to take over someone else's body and operate. Your power, if it bothers you, will even fight Brady Maria against each other. I also have a body for that. Well, I'll answer your questions one by one. "

I felt that the ominous magic had risen from the Orange Bull, but Polskaya still couldn't move with a tingle.

Continued