The Branded Female Fencer

"Zemsuuuuu!"

"Mm!?

Zems received the sword at his place, but he was thrust into his will and into the power of his sword for a few steps. Zems saw the look on his opponent's face, but his eyes burning in the flames of hate are so impressive that the overall face statue doesn't come into his head.

But he wasn't the only one surprised by the sudden sight. Fostina was raising her voice close to screaming.

"Ridil!? You, you were alive?

"You think it's Lydil?

Zems raised his voice of surprise unexpectedly. A young brave man who used to deal with plays. There was only enough interest to see what it was like, but my skill was certain. I could have ended it with a little teasing, or just making contact, but it was a bad place to meet. The invisible prairie, and the companions I was taking with me, were also bad. If Dirt, Anarches, and Enema hadn't gotten weird, it might not have gotten to the point of killing them. Or if Riddill had a little less hope in the world and was not serious about living, Zems might have distracted him as well.

It is true that Zems also remembered a slight threat while receiving Riddill's genuine sword, but thought Riddill, who would be stronger in the battle, was more terrifying than the current marvel. Still, no matter how strong I get, I'm sure I can't lose first, but it should have been only a degree of delicacy.

Now if you put your swords together again like this, you will understand the vessel very well. Lidil, who has obviously become the owner of a vessel unlike before. It is as if the appearance had remained intact and only the contents had been replaced. It's dangerous as it is. When Zems felt that way, things were actually happening in this arena at the same time.

"Ugh!

"What!?

A fireball that suddenly releases from the audience without touching forward. But it wasn't Zems, he got Riddill involved and crashed into the battlefield wall, and it went down in flames. The shock and the audience scream and run away again at the winding flames.

The servant Zems was also unable to grasp the situation, but a loud voice was emitted from the audience towards Zems.

"Zems' husband! Can you get away with it?

"You don't have to know what's going on! Anyway, if you don't run away, give me this. Then it's not going to stop!

Yell so fast, or I could see a man rising loose from the midst of the fire. Zems was somewhat conjectured by that alone. Apparently, Riddill has become something other than human. And for sure, you hate yourself to death, too. We may not be able to defeat it, but some may recall from the earlier screams of Fostina that Riddill is a brave man. This is an indispensable city for taram, scandal (gossip). It is Zems' truth that he was not even suspected.

"Fine. I don't know who it is, but let me follow your advice. I don't like useless fights."

"Two tongues is fine, sir. But I have a job, too. It turned out to be a funnier offer than I expected, but that's a lot."

Of course the Lord of the Voice was Gunz. Gunz didn't have time to stop Riddill, who jumped away when he recognized Zems' appearance, and regretted this situation. Gunz doesn't know much about Lydil's circumstances, but Gunz knows a lot about strength that he doesn't think is Zems'. As a mercenary, I saw its strength several times directly. I really didn't think Zems was a good idea, and I needed to do something about Riddill first.

The fireball that hit Lydil was almost without addition or subtraction, but it doesn't seem to be fatally injured by Lydil, who became the Demon King. I would have called Doom to do something about it, but I can't get through with how much urgent it is to call it.

"When this happens, I just have to speak to Libidu... no, is that worse? Yeah, I don't have time to think about it!

Gunz followed his instincts and started acting. Because Lidil in that state is likely to be able to do nothing about it on his own. Killing, even if it sucks, is impossible to catch. And Lydil, and Gunz, disappeared from the flames as Zems escaped the arena and followed. The others had to stare at the condition in a pompous manner, but at the same time Haquen was retreating into the gap. Summon an immortal warcraft, a demon king on the spot, or separate it from your body.

Even for Alphilis, Fostina, and Lilliam to follow, they stopped me from going. They immediately signal their companions.

"Cassandra!"

"Lunatica! Line!

"Ouch!

"Mmm."

"Shit, shah."

The callers run out in unison. But there were still demons in front of Renatica and the line, and Cassandra knew all about the structure of the arena, so she decided to leave the demons to her men to get ahead. Cassandra, light-hearted for her gigantic body, runs windy. Apparently the impact of being hit by Alphilis earlier is already gone. It's just resilience.

Cassandra runs out to where Hakuen would be. Hakuen should know it's this way if we're going to get out of the back of the arena. I wandered around the arena for a long time as a spectacle, and if Haquen is sprouting his intelligence, because I thought he would always remember the shortest way out.

And Cassandra found traces of Haquen's blood. Speaking of demon kings, they still won't block the wounds. And Cassandra accidentally hid herself reflexively, trying to bend the bend. Because I saw Hakuen at the edge of my sight. No matter how Cassandra is, I'm not going to do something about her struggling opponent on her own with the three earlier girlfriends. First of all, if you know the escape route, it will be enough. Not least, the sensation of blood was gradually getting longer, indicating that the wound was blocking. But instead of fleeing, Haquen is apparently talking to someone. Cassandra cleared her ears.

Continued