The Branded Female Fencer

"Why... why? Is that what happened?

"Gergeda"

Suddenly he was called from behind, and Gergeda's heart bounced so much that it seemed to jump out. I didn't think they'd take the back. Gergeda doesn't always let anyone take it just behind her back. Because he thinks it's the most disgraceful thing to be stabbed to death from behind.

But they took the back without any sign. That's also for a woman who's supposed to be hundreds of steps ahead. It was an inexplicable and extreme event, but Gergeda couldn't move with a tinge at the signs of a more powerful demon standing behind him than that.

Feeling in danger, I really don't listen to my body. In doing so, its beautiful demons peered in from the top of Gergeda, where they were turning away.

"What are you doing here, Gergeda?

"... I can't tell you. It's called confidentiality at work."

"Could you do Valsas a favor?

"So I'm telling you, I'm telling you!

I should have popped the foundine and run away. But all that's good about prestige is the mouth, and I can't figure out how to do what my body says. I thought only good temperament would beat any other captain in the Blackhawk. I don't have enough life or life to spare. I didn't even think getting killed was fart.

But it wasn't. There are more horrible things in the world than getting killed. Gergeda looked at the foundine and found out. Looking at Gergeda like that, Fondaine chuckled, turning to the front and smiling, what a mouthful. It is like a beauty and a fierce beast.

"This taste... you're frightened, aren't you?

"... I wonder"

"You don't have to worry. Because I'm not blaming you for anything. Hey, we've always been worse friends than that, haven't we? It's time for you to be a little more, no, more intimate, don't you think? Looks like there's no way around you."

"What do you mean?

"It's wild. You want me to say it out of a woman's mouth?

The foundine had her chest full. From there on out, I don't remember Gergeda clearly. He just wandered into the boarding house around the area and devoured his opponent as his instincts did. The only thing I remember is the beautiful and soft Fondaine skin I've never seen and the fact that I told you something about the question. There was already no reason to put up with something, and as long as my strength lasted, I was spitting out up to a drop of my sperm.

When I noticed all the time, I saw the hindsight of Fondaine leaving the room as if nothing had happened. Consciousness was barely kept because Fondaine's gaze was full of contempt. It's like looking at a little thing you don't have enough to take, it's like looking at a rat you can only sow dirt on, such an eye. Gergeda slapped the vase that was ahead of him when he reached out and stabbed it unconstitutionally on his shoulder to keep him sane with pain.

"What... ah! What... what are you up to?

Gergeda intuited that this was poisonous. Gergeda, which can handle work-pattern poisons, naturally has gained some resistance by taking in small amounts of them. Gergeda reached for the gloves in her boot with necessity, taking the pills out of the bag she was sewing on the inside and putting them in her mouth. If this is most poisonous, it should fade, but it doesn't work. You'll lose your mind as it is.

"On your lips... no, the fragrance you planted in your hair. Spread the poison with makeup and perfume... so passers-by don't react? No, that won't be all... oh, shit! I can't think about it!

Gergeda was on his way out fluttering footsteps when he appropriately wore what he was wearing for now. I can still track the smell and signs of the foundine. If I lost sight of it now, I probably felt like it was too late for something. There was certainty in Gergeda that the overlook would first become fatal.

And Gergeda hates being licked more than anything. I have a sense that I'm a scumbag myself. But there is also admiration in the crumbs. You can't back off without being licked. Fundaine in particular was so badly struck that the shit that hung upside down and hissed out was worse on her chest feces than it was on her face. Gergeda was supported by the obsession that even if you ever offend a woman, you can't live as a shithead if you were offended by a woman.

As Gergeda went out into the street to fall in, the look on the faces of those passing by became a little bit. Probably the complexion that the dead spirits who have just resurrected in the graveyard are still better. Gergeda herself was engulfed in tiredness that she had never felt. However, even the obscure consciousness was only firm in its goals. In a pursuit that was also close to instinct, Gergeda pinpointed the building into which the foundines had gone. The building was huge to Tarram, and it itself looked like a giant demon.

Gergeda, who had spent several times in Turam, understood what it was.

"Arena...? What... here. Valsas, no..."

Gergeda snapped like a groan and fell into the spot. In my consciousness of falling into the dark, I felt myself laughing as I looked down at this one of the foundines.

"Alfi... this, are you serious?

"Yeah, big deal."

The Alphilis and the others kept a whole regiment of mercenaries in the gallery of the arena. He didn't tell me that Alpha Reese would announce the battle shortly before, but it was announced suddenly at the stage when the game was cut off. I saw the face of it, it was the first voice of the line.

Its facades are the other Emerald, the secondary Elsia, the middle Seite, the deputy general Venn, and the general Alphilis.

Continued