The Branded Female Fencer

"It's good to have even involved the vigilante to guide them, but whatever the orc is, what can Lydil do about it? Now, you can keep chasing me until nightfall, but to deal with a young man who doesn't look over there, it's a little bit old for this old body. Literally no smoke, let's roll it in the fog."

Bandras went back to Lydil's sight when he tried with a look that did not suit Zems.

"It's foggy..."

"Whoa, you don't see anything! Gahahahaha!"

"I'm not laughing."

Dirt, Anarches and Enema had plenty of time in the liquor store. Zems is not here. I met a troublesome guy, so he said I'd keep him company for a while. Seems like Bandras had something in his ear for Zems, but even having Zems say "trouble" across the prairie is a big deal. Enema somehow had an imagination of his opponent, but he kept his mouth shut to Dirt and Anarches. These idiots can be a little intriguing to their opponents. I can handle it most of the time because I have more strength than halfway through, but I may have slightly worse minutes just this time. In addition, it is this unidentified fog.

I immediately understood what kind of thing it was. It has the effect of causing the whole fog to lose its sanity, such as delusion and confusion. Inside the fog, perhaps, the people who were out lost their sanity, while an army of the dead roamed. Going out now is tantamount to committing suicide.

Wonder and there was no way the fog would break into the building, but it's not strange when the crazy humans would strike. As a precaution, Enema covered the entire inn with boundaries, but this way sloppiness in the inn doesn't suit the sexes either. It was precisely the fact that these two men were in the front that they would not be distracted without fog.

"Huh, you're boring. I'll be out in a minute."

"In this fog? You're gonna get attacked by the people who lost their sanity, right?

"Me? I don't think I'm going to get attacked."

"Oh well. But I'm getting bored that you're gone, too. Will you share that sacred protection with us, too? I am refreshed in my defensive magic."

"That's the kind of devious witchcraft you learn because all you think about is humiliating people."

"Can you say something about people? I don't know if you're more of a holy magician."

"Gahaha, you mean they're both distorted!

"" You shut up ""

Enema kept saying he hated it. The dart became a pain in the ass, and he did the magic of protection to them, too. This would eliminate the effects of fog.

"How much do you have?

"I'll have it till dawn. I know you just know, but watch out for the use of magic. The magic of protection may have affected you and disappeared. And flesh-bomb battles."

"Yeah, I get it. But my magic has little to do with it. You know that, right?

"My power, too! If you're serious, just sword pressure can kill humans."

"Well, you did. I don't know what you're going to do on the fog, but something that's really embarrassing."

"I'll pay you back just like that. Well, let's do it well with each other. There's no loud sage, and if you want to stretch your wings, it's now."

When Dart and Anarches told him all that, he somehow disappeared into the city of Tarram. And Enema decided to turn her foot toward the center of the fog.

"I guess it's customary to be concerned about the source of the fog at a time like this. There's just definitely evil spirits involved. That, too, is more powerful than I've ever seen. It's very dangerous to leave it alone. For Master Zems's sake, should we clean it up? Well, let's just go see how it goes."

And Enema also stepped forth into the mist.

"Well, what is this fog"

"At least, it won't be a straight one."

Letore and Fostina were exchanging information with each other about their actions today. Letore walked around the city in the morning with Irmatal and Layer, and Utility, but in the afternoon they were gone because Layer had work to do, listening alone but not so effective.

But the Experion's whereabouts, which I had the Alliance look into, worked quite well. Many people have grasped that Experion has something to do with recent and frequent abnormalities, but the distribution is even increasing, so the response is behind us. Experion is centered around whorehouses, many of which, although thoroughly managed and eliminated by whorehouse guilds, are out in large numbers in uncontrolled whorehouses.

To sum up the story, I could imagine that he was probably out in the breathtaking whorehouse of a black magician to consider the effects of the demonization of Experion. Perhaps it was an experiment at first. How much do you take to become the Demon King, and what is the change? But it's obviously too conspicuous. Did something unforeseen happen that even the black magicians couldn't manage, or was there someone else involved besides the black magicians? They came to the conclusion that it wasn't either of them, but they were coming there and this fog was occurring.

They went outside to find out who the fog was, but I understood what was going on.

"You're not a demon. Evil spirits or dead spirits - they are of the kind that curse involves. On the day this thing spreads, this city will be devastated."

"You surprised me. I didn't know there was a way to destroy Tarram. Even if they burn the fields, they're going to rebuild soon. Because human desire is truly immortal."

"Please don't be sarcastic. If the whole city was brainwashed, it would be virtually devastating."

"The unity of the direction of desire? All the more interesting."

Letore was snorting alone, but in the meantime Fostina had stunned the attacking townsman with a knife. I don't have reason, so I won't pass out if I can't strike the steeple pretty hard. If I added or subtracted one wrong, I could have killed it.

"Lord Retour. Suddenly, I think I'm going to move to unlock this situation. I'd like to close the meeting once, okay?

"Absolutely. I'll keep exploring. They took a lot of time in the game between Jaeger and the vigilante, so I was hoping to get it back at all. I don't have to sleep, and I don't seem to be affected by the fog. I would like to eliminate at least a few obstacles to Captain Alphilis.

Are you okay with that? "

"Yes, if you put some temper into it, I don't know. Then I will also continue to come to the vigilante to get an idea of the current situation. I don't even think it's going to end like this because I have a bad feeling about it. Bye."

That's all I tell you, Fostina has gone without waiting for Retoa to reply. Lettore left wonders about a man named Fostina who makes it. The material as a warrior is undoubtedly without anyone lining up on the continent. And wisdom and focus also outweigh first-class scholars. Yet without any greed, I just keep doing everything I can for what I have to do. I'm glad to see you. Lemegate thought it might be possible to entrust 'the truth' to her if anything were to happen to Alphilis.

"At least, he would be a qualified person to swoop at one end of the truth. But the strange thing is, it's not affected by fog, but is it a matter of temper...?

Letore didn't know the only cause there, either, and had to laugh bitterly at Fostina's strange powers.

Continued