The Branded Female Fencer

"Let the horse hold on tight and stop the nagging. Be as quiet as you can."

"Quickly, we'll do it quietly. I don't even need a whisper, you know?

Quietly nodding elites to the orders of Alphilis and Rhine. Jaeger's face almost went out to ambush the Orcs' army when he borrowed a horse from the vigilante. It is Aerial who will be entrusted with the front line. Ten white horses native to the prairie cut ahead. Riding them are the elites Aerial himself chose to work out. Strong men who, if they ride horses, will not take a pull from the superior mercenaries.

"I'll take care of it, Aerie."

"Uhm. Riot appropriately and pull it up before you're surrounded. Once you push through, you come back. Do you mind if I do?

"Yeah, only ask for a fire arrow when you turn back. I'll run it to the mark. Because the purpose is to confuse them rather than to do too much damage. It's bad for a widow to light a fire."

"Fine. Yeah, by the way, I said it wasn't meant to do much damage, but is it too much to pick up 100 bodies in a single attack?

Alphilis accidentally blew it out because Aerial told him to go ahead and get confirmation.

"No. I don't care how many you pick up if you can pick it up without labor."

"Then shall I take the best part of tonight's work? It's been a long time since I've hunted barbarians, but let's see if they're dull or not."

Saying so, Aerial stormed like the wind as he kicked Sylphide's belly. So much so that the Alphilis and the others continue. It was just as good during this time, as there is a distinct difference in leg strength between the Aerials' horses.

As the Orcs had Lunatica scout first, neither was the formation nor anything. I'm just laying around appropriately. The unbroken carcasses of the orcs were rolling down the road where Aerial could be seen kicking in a straight line. The orcs finally cursed at the sound of the horseshoe, but while they didn't let him grasp the situation, the Alphilis took over silently.

And after the Alphilis and the others stormed, Lunatica and Layer continued on foot. They quietly tailored them when there was an oak that seemed to run on the decree. Besides, he was also checking to see how many he would take in a single assault.

Renatica and the layers gather once at a stage when something is missing that moves somewhat.

"How many did you finish?

"Is it about 200 bodies in all? It would be enough if we could just do this in one assault. I knew the airy was awesome. A single assault has combined witchcraft to finish nearly 100. It's like someone else on a horse. You're gonna repeat this a few times within today's time, right?

"They repeat it 4-5 times. And he said he'd tailor a phony soldier while he was at it. If you see as many soldiers standing on the walls as you do preemptively, you might buy yourself time."

"Is that what it is?

"I don't think it's the usual means of military law. And more importantly, what have you been doing with Il the last few days?

"Yeah, I was wondering if there was anything we could do to crush the traces and traps of magic that we couldn't possibly figure out in the tarram. I was doing what Il said, and she said there was some kind of law."

"Law"

"Apparently. He said there were a few very high ranking surgeons. One says it exists to protect this city. As far as traces of witchcraft go, it looks like a lot of them are very old."

"Old?"

"Yes. He said 500 years had passed with the oldest. And the other one's recent, but he said there's malice in this city. I've been around the last few days disarming that magic trick. It was a good number of magic tricks, so I don't know how effective it is."

"What about Alphilis?

"I haven't said it yet. It wasn't like that, and it's still a secret about Il."

Layer made it a little hard to say, but Renatica told him, after a little thought, with no expression and as usual.

"Maybe it's time to say it. I have a feeling something will connect."

"That's what I thought too. I'll have to convince Il when I get home."

"What about Il?

"I'm asleep. It's a liberal one, but does that mean it's not so crisis yet? If anything, Uty's supposed to let me know."

"Fine then. More than that, I've already turned back. Let's not delay."

"That's fast. I'm already familiar with Victoria and Tajibo. Isn't it possible to win if you do it decently?

"War is not so sweet. Let's go."

Renatica and Layer were lost in the darkness as they hid from the moonlight and followed precisely after the horseshoe.

"Hmm? The fog is full of aliens. You shouldn't have left this for long."

Enema was going alone in the fog. He was walking around his nose like he was going for a walk on a sunny day.

The crazy townspeople attacking us don't deal with each other. We can fight only excommunicating sorcery, and even if some of the sorcery didn't work, we can control it without killing it. I do get driven by the urge to play somewhat, but I noticed things were changing slightly in the fog and decided to go straight to my destination.

"I'm gradually getting more nervous... I don't know, but is it connected to a different place somewhere? I've heard of such junctions and castles, but they can be pretty bad depending on where they connect."

Enema stopped his nose and proceeded with a little vigilance. And when I heard something big in my footsteps, I accidentally hid myself in the shadows of the building. Vision remains poor in the fog, but apparently passes pretty close. Enema stood on the spot killing the signs, but her legs, far more gigantic than Enema's, seemed slightly beyond the fog. Slightly drooling in the fog was also like crab claws, but the feet were not crustaceans', but rather unkempt, but close to animals such as horses. And from the footsteps, I walk on two feet. Your whole body is invisible in the fog.

The footsteps went by without anything, but the subtle energies cannot hide the surprise either.

"What, that. I've never seen a creature like that. How many frontiers or unknown land demons are there? You shouldn't have encountered it.

Either way, this fog is bad. It looks like we should get rid of this mess and get rid of it. "

As Enema tries to go further, he hears the sound of battle from before. And a slightly scented smell of blood. Signs seem to be numerous to one. Turns out someone is being pushed into a bad situation.

And in the directions that Enema remembers, avoiding the battle ahead was going to be quite a turnaround. While Enema clenched his teeth inside, he first decided to ask what was going on.

Continued