The Branded Female Fencer

Worried about Ridil, whose knee suddenly broke, Fostina glances in. I wasn't alarmed. Just a moment of relaxation. Lidil's eyes, which suddenly jumped, were covered in darkness and despair, and he hadn't even transferred Fostina. Lydil's hand tightened Fostina's throat and when she resisted, her clothes broke and her skin was exposed. Shouldn't Fostina have solidified at that moment? Or is it all bad fog swirling in the tarram?

"Lydil, don't..."

Fostina didn't scream. A pride that has never raised its roots in any kind of training, and a fear that both myself and Riddill might end up socially when I can see this place. And the shame of being a woman.

Fostina tried to resist, but she didn't even have the strength to do it in front of her arm, which she didn't think was Lidil's. And I was just looking up at the ceiling, wondering how this could have happened, but some funny picture of the rapprochement of men and women carefully written to the ceiling.

"That's good."

"It's going too well"

That's what Layer and Lunatica were discussing as they finished the Alphilis and the others. Third time to go out. The Alphilis and the others were hunting both orcs, without even encountering a major counterattack. That number had risen to more than 200 in a single outing, but on the contrary, the fact that there was no response, their actions, which only seemed helpless, over and over again made the Alphilis cautious.

Renatica offered to go out after a downcheck, and Alphilis agreed to it, but the layers were intuitive and aware that there was no danger whatsoever. Rather, the unpleasant feeling is stronger on those in the tarram.

Renatica has seen and talked to me because the layers care about Hiragana and Tarram.

"Do you care?

"... I'm sorry, it is. I feel like there's nothing outside of this. I feel dangerous to the north, but nothing else. Rather, it feels worse inside the tarram."

"That's the same for me. What does that have to do with Ilmatal and the fact that he was exploring?

"Like there is, like there isn't. But if you're going, that way."

"Then you should go"

Layer rounded his eyes to Lunatica's words, but Lunatica told him it was no problem.

"Layer's behavior in the first place is that pre-construction is just luggage carrying. I'm just running it on my own in anticipation of that talent. There doesn't seem to be a problem here, and there's nothing to restrict your behavior. I'll allow it. You should go."

"But"

"Aerial on the horse - especially when driving a silphide. Aerial is a struggle even for me. Though at night, I don't think I'll be behind the oak.

Plus, I picked you up. "

"Pick me up?"

Ahead of where Lunatica points, Uti flies through the sky.

"Oh dear!

"What's up, Uty"

"A lot of bad demons have appeared in the mist of Tarram. I still don't see how it's going to break into the building right now, but I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know how it's going because of the fog, and it's not weird in the fog if it's havoc.

Ilmatal suddenly woke up and told me about the danger. Now all the Jaegers left inside are evacuating the city's periphery with a little guidance. "

"What about the orcs inside?

"Looks like we've cleaned it up forever. But I'm having trouble getting into the fog. Looks like some people are fighting it out of the fog, but it seems that the fog is gradually gaining momentum back.

Il says you might need a layer of swords. Will you come back?

"If that's the case"

If Ilmatal calls, he didn't say. In other words, Ilmatal's intuition about witchcraft has already been witnessed by laymen. Is it a species that can touch the Spirit directly, or is it just a sense of being born? The ability to spot the magic formations and tricks one after the other on just a few grounds was as awesome as it was to lay people with no knowledge of magic. But Irmatal doesn't even know what his abilities are, and he just exercises his abilities to the extent that he intends to solve the mystery. Being poorly aware of your abilities attracts more will than ever. Until the Ilmatal self with its ability was established, the lay was going to watch its softness.

When the layer returned his heel, he headed straight for Tarram. It will be able to accommodate that speed and the rush with Sylphide. Uti was the best to follow the layers running to fly, and rushed back to Tarram.

"Aren't you following me?

"Yes, boss. No sign of tracking."

"All right, it's a little pause. Wait here for Banderas"

Yatri was escaping his stronghold, along with a surviving gesture. The same is true of the fact that we have lit every building, but in the midst of burning fire and smoke, we were unable to capture the appearance of our enemies. They were hunting in that situation. At least, we thought we were more patient than ourselves, and we felt it was a gesture to fight in their prepared situation, and we got away thoroughly. Fortunately, he succeeded in shaking it off once.

On escape, he blew a whistle that only leads to the bandrass. It was handed to me by Bandras when it rang. Although Yatri is a prodigal grandfather who hasn't changed his figure since he was a child, Bandras was at least the most dependable of his companions. The fact that Zems' people manage to have a companion's body is also due in large part to the power of Banderas. I don't know how Banderas could do that, but Banderas say, 'The only ones who can talk to each other equally'. I don't know why, but Yatri thankfully decided to let me take advantage of its existence.

The fog is already looming nearby. When Yatri took his people into the stronghold, he made them tie a simple line. This prevents fog from entering, and I can about sense it when someone comes in. So I decided to wait for Bandras, but I lost so much that the junction rang, and Bandras came.

"What can I do for you? I was just having fun."

"Excuse me, old man. Call me on purpose. It was an emergency requirement."

Yatri pretended to be as calm as possible, but Bandras seemed to have glimpsed Yatri's back and guessed the situation.

"Looks like the number of my men is down, but does it matter?

"I was attacked by a powerful enemy. Shame on you, as soon as you've escaped."

"Yatri Yikes. You're blunt."

"I don't deny it because it's all about business."

"No, no, it's not"

Bandras shook his head at Yatri with an unfortunate face. The look was neither disappointing nor disdainful, but Yatri had trouble judging because he had never seen such a look on Banderas' face.

Bandras did not leave the door and told without alarm.

"Are you too busy to distinguish between your own men?

"What?

"One, even though it's obviously different"

"Become"

To Bandras' point, Yatri flew back. At that moment, of the 11 remaining men, three necks danced through the universe. What I did was my subordinate woman. The faceless face was stained with blood.

The woman's tone was emotional, backed up by that faceless expression that didn't even make her slightly mobile to the pouring blood.

Continued