The Branded Female Fencer

After being sold off by Tarrum, at first Liliam found out what a brunette would be treated like. There were several other brunette humans in Liliam, but they were roughly not treated as humans. Liliam saw the treatment the brunette would receive, and she trembled heartily. Not least the slaves had been asked why she had been sold out by Tarram in a threaded manner. Fellow killers - even slaves are the most abominable acts. My life will soon be gone as it is. Liliam, who could easily have predicted that, desperately figured out a way to protect herself. Liliam's abilities were polished to survive every day. I hadn't had a chance to compete as a swordsman yet, but I was given the challenge of just training and not being strange when I died.

Anyway, Liliam was desperate every day just to survive. I didn't know why I would survive so desperately myself, but I didn't even have time to think about that in the days when I was dawn on training. Or maybe it was an all-powerful resistance to the irrationality that drove me into such a life. Liliam eliminated those who sometimes do harm to him by ending him. It was a neglected act at first, but when Liliam was made to go out one day as a luggage man, seeing that he had lightly finished off a wild dog who had been driven mad by illness, the slave training trainer decided to put Liliam out as a spectacle before he reached the prescribed age. If Liliam, a snubber among the swordsmen, can make money, then fine, if he dies, then he stepped on it.

If he's a decent swordsman, he waits for some growth. Because otherwise, the spectacle won't be compelling either. But there are exceptions. If it is a spectacle as an execution, the spectacle flourishes when the subject dies in silence. Liliam's first game was a spectacle as an execution. The opponent was four forest wolves lost their sanity due to drugs. Liliam, then 10 years old. It was an unusual revelation in the back arena.

Liliam remembers all the details of how she survived from now on. Because I needed the skill to fight in my life. An instant gap is a lifesaver. If there's a bad point or gap, if you don't overcome it by the next game, it's you who dies. Anyway, I was desperate, that was all. Even if I could just remember everything, if it's all about the memory of the battle, there's no point in the act of immersing myself in memories, but I was desperate to freshen up the way I fought every day. Liliam spent up to the age of 15 fighting in one color. By that time, when there were great users in the back arena, they had become famous by the time they were whispered in the world of Makoto and Kakata.

When he became famous, care was taken to ensure that Liliam survived, albeit in the back arena. As usual, the setting of the game was unscrupulous, but Liliam had already gained the power to just survive while uplifting the audience. By then, Liliam had gained the strength and wisdom to bargain only with the people who host the arena in order to make the sum necessary to buy himself. The organizers plotted to retain Liliam, who is naturally the earner, but as a woman I admire - I was also fortunate that Liliam had a beauty that was also said to be just disturbing as a female sword guy. Her game was full day in and day out, and it was only a matter of time before Liliam bought enough money to buy herself.

Liliam bought herself out by winning even more games that would be organized on unscrupulous terms, some of which would have to be fought with shame. There was no one among the swordsmen already with the courage to abuse Liliam, who had just launched this much work, and even the trainers and organizers had a glance at her. The servant Lilliam also relieved. Maybe that's why, just for a moment, Lilliam untied the tension. It was something that organizers who would just lose their sales if they didn't stay in Lilliam could figure out a little bit, such as that they weren't supposed to bother setting up celebratory seats for Lilliam.

I can't remember what happened like it took Kasumi. Even though all the games so far are as memorable as I can remember, all this was instinctively rejected. What I remember is the faces of men who made their desires uglier and more lustful than orcs. The day after that, Liliam won his freedom in the sun, but his heart remained with memories and darkness that he could not erase permanently. The resentment toward the parents who sold themselves off was overwritten with resentment toward the men and disappeared. But killing all the men in secret didn't erase Liliam's hatred.

Since then, Liliam has had enough hate. She had beautiful dark hair, but she hasn't stretched it since the day the men stung her. Being a brunette made me this life in the first place and resented my brunette, but I couldn't re-dye my brunette using any dye. Entering the arena, he finally beat Cassandra, one of the strongest in Tarram, but still it was as if Lilliam's heart hadn't cleared.

It is ironic how defeating Cassandra got the position of head of Tarram's vigilante and was supposed to protect Tarram. But I didn't feel so bad about stopping an unreasonable death with my own hands. I can now wonder if this is my way to go. This is such a desperate city that discipline is necessary. Liliam was forced to convince herself, but then what is the irresistible hatred that strikes her regularly? Liliam suspected that she was no longer human, but something else. Or maybe it was something else in human form from the beginning because it had dark hair.

Earlier Cassandra said not to be pretty, because it was time for Liliam to graduate from the back arena. Hatred that strikes unexpectedly, but all this day of the year is regularly visited. If you want to hold a sword or something at this time, it will be tragic if you do it poorly. The brutal rumbling of a mercenary regiment that had previously repeated tyranny in Tarham to a blood festival by itself is still grassy in Tarham. Cassandra cares too, because she can't.

Liliam was thinking that alone. It wouldn't be too soon to lose me, exactly, but when I thought about the alphilistic woman, I felt like the area around my chest was burning tight. How can black hair be stretched and flickered at all costs? Also, how can you be surrounded by your people when you have dark hair? It was incomprehensible to Lilliam.

"You smell so virgin."

Liliam was laughing all the time. Even though his head undoubtedly turned around to make a sharp suggestion, his expression was like a girl. While I think that's a couch that's never held hands with a man, I can tell he won't just be happy to see the world. The interest has just emerged. That's how I've been thinking for a while, leaning against the chair. It is a meditation before bed. Gradually eliminate your mind and check your health. Expand that consciousness outside and sleep in a state where you can always grasp a certain space. It is similar to the way sensors tend their consciousness, but it is a habit that Lilliam naturally acquired to protect herself.

And that habit caught the anomaly. What a feeling of the presence of someone other than yourself in the room. The room has one door and one window. There are also hidden passages, none of which are open. I would have been in this room from the start, but it is a brilliant way to say no to the signs. Even wild beasts don't do this. Liliam slowly opened her eyes as she sat down and spoke behind her back.

"What can I do for you?

"... have they noticed? The Queen of the Back Arena is not Dade."

A boy emerges from the darkness. The person was a layer.

Continued