The Branded Female Fencer

"Kind of a pinch."

"Is that right? I'm funny."

At the back of the top, it is Gunz and Lydil who discuss it in the special seats. Günz was brought to Tarram by Doom, but he has been a complete questioner for evil deeds from the Scarsnake era, or even Tarram. Of course I can make you listen with strength, but Doom strictly ordered me not to make a scene now, and I reluctantly obeyed.

Doom said to Gunz later because there are more interesting festivals, and Gunz himself is tired of playing in Tarrum. Think of it that way, Gunz was tired of being a boring city day after day. Would it be interesting to say that it is interesting to watch that Ridil, who is at least ordered to be watched, makes a scene on various things that seem rare? Lydil listens closely to what he says to Güntz almost unconditionally, so he was a strange being if he tried to make it Güntz. It is honest that we cannot decide in what way to treat this man who follows us without harm, albeit in his work. If you're just a dog, you'll kick it depending on your mood, but when you're just a man who can unify the Demon King, you can't do that.

Such a fold, I tried to show my face because Lydill had been listening to me about this fight. Jaeger is not a bunch of people I don't know, and I thought it would be some help to think that I would have some serious fights sooner or later, but apparently reconnaissance etc. isn't right for my sexuality. Besides, if it were a battle with a wooden sword, it would have been extra yawning. It was also difficult to say how fortunate this was that the rich wind men and women who appropriately attacked for their meal bills around noon had entrance tickets to the VIP seats here.

It looks like a vice-general battle from now on, but Gunz had already lost his temper to see it. I was also thinking about forcing Riddill to drag out what he seemed to be intriguing, but he was coming here and the wind was starting to change a little bit. Lydil reacted to something other than combat.

"What's up, Lydill"

"... Gunz, did you have any plans in this arena today?

"No, you haven't heard anything from Doom. In the first place, is he still in this city? We don't need it for our next plan, so I was told to crush it in this city for free."

"A demon king was born inside the arena. At this moment."

To Lydill's words, Gunz makes his face shine just when something funny happens.

"Heh... that's funny. Experion?

"I don't know that far. But what do we do? I think we're gonna make a scene."

"Do whatever you want. Things are funny because they happen unexpectedly, right? Let's enjoy the happenings."

"Got it. We're not moving, okay?

"Right. That's okay, but do we have to do that?"

Gunz saw what was happening outside the private room blocked by curtains. There is no sign of a servant who has been carrying knobs and drinks to the room since earlier. Plus the killing spirit drifting from the outside. Apparently, the vigilante caught me illegally entering this room. However, you're not going to rough things up in the middle of a fight, or you're probably going to wait until the monument is over.

It's finally getting interesting. With that in mind, Gunz felt completely different from earlier and was waiting for the next fight to begin.

"Hey, you're a disaster."

Over the arena, Venn and Boreas were confronted. Boreas was a big man, with his whole body covered in armor-like muscles, a scratchy whole body and a giant stick intimidating his opponent. It's called 'A Man Looking Strong To See', but his track record also showed that he does have strength.

Boreas looked at Venn, one small head with his fierce eyes, without alarm, but that's why he was asking Venn, such as the precautions of the battle.

"Hey, you. Aren't you willing to abstain?

"What do you mean?

"I'm a monster, as you can see. And here's what I got. I always choose to match my body, but this makes no difference if I use a wooden weapon, but I kill my opponent. I know you're strong, but in case the battle goes along all the time. But then my value as a swordsman will be diminished. Your victory is over. You wouldn't have to stick to winning this fight, would you?

"... are you caring or arrogant? I appreciate the offer, but I confirmed it with our captain. Apparently she wants more results than just winning. So I will not abstain. If you do, you do it."

"That's impossible. Consultation. Then it's a negotiated decision. Don't resent me for dying, okay?

When Boreas tried to tell him all that and leave, Venn's voice was heard by Boreas.

"It's okay, I'm not going to die. However, a wooden weapon is certainly inconvenient. In that sturdy body, you have to poke the steeple precisely. I just hope it's as stubborn as I can tell."

It also sounded to Boreas that Venn muttered so, but Boreas would soon learn the meaning of the word in his own hands.

Continued