The Branded Female Fencer

"Surprised, I wonder if this is the first time they've seen it through. I'm a little less confident."

"Non is just special. Not only the face, but the smell is well deceived, but the eyes of Non are deceitful. And, rather, you know the Lord because he's special."

"Special?"

"'Characteristic,' so does your lord. Non misses the person in his hand. Someone like that is quiet with Yatri's men."

To the words of Banderas, the woman - number three of Almas - was giggling with dullness.

"This is... unexpected. There's nothing you can do about it."

"I don't suppose there was any luck in the very fact that Non was there. And Yatri could say he's got luck with something. Well, what do we do? I don't think it would be a crisis if we were surrounded by small indoors."

"But it's not fatal."

Number three suddenly cut off his own neck. The blood splashed naturally, but blocks Yatri's men's sight as if the blood were alive. Yatri and Bandras prevented the blood, but at that moment Yatri's men were reduced to three.

As if to mock the survivors who stood by surprise, number three now left the room lightly. To an instant event, Bandras slapped his hand and sent praise.

"I don't know what else to call brilliant. Bright and ready. When is this Armas assassin of a different quality? I didn't know you'd cut off your neck and blind yourself with blood."

"Kuh, shit. So light."

"Give it up, Yatri. Even if Non joins us, he won't win if he gets a better number than this. You have to give me your neck, or you have to pay the price."

"It's an alternative to the neck?

"Let it be the Lord's desire itself. If you give up on that, you may not find so much value in the Lord's neck. Maybe it doesn't matter. What are we gonna do? Do you die with desire or live like you died giving up greed"

"I will not choose either, I will live to achieve my ambitions. I'm also ready for that. I have as many replacements for my men as I want. It doesn't matter if I'm alive."

"Boss! That's too much to say -"

The moment one of his men tried to argue, Yatri's short spear flashed. Not a drop of blood was on the spear when Yatri shook off the spear after the surviving men became unspeakable carcasses.

"Why are you blunt?"

"I'm hungry, but I haven't neglected to work out. I wish I had done this from the beginning, but I really need manpower when the organization grows. I'm going to do better next time."

"He's a bad guy for giving up."

"Otherwise I wouldn't have joined Zems' people. We're just going on adventures that can't be helped by ordinary people."

"Come on, it was. So, what do we do next? I assume you're hiding an Xperion that just tries to get back on track?

Yatri wrote a place on the paper with a brush after much trouble. The band lashes a little at the place.

"I see... then it's certainly not safe. But under the circumstances, you might want to hurry. Sometimes you know the lord, the lord of the hall?

"No, no way. I just hid it where they told me nobody would stop by the most in town. Because that place was famous because no one, not even the inhabitants of Tarram, came close from the beginning. They curse me when I go in. Because I'm going crazy. That's why I was famous.

Neither did I want to come as close as possible, what an endless pleasure and secret lust hall where once a crazy whore repeatedly tortured and murdered at night and died laughing high at the end of the day while on fire. No one thought the whore in that hall would come back to be an evil spirit. "

"- It's a strange thing to be on edge. But now we have to go back in secret."

Bandras had a strange fate to return to the place he had just left, but now he had no exhilaration like earlier, just a difficult look at the unpleasant hunch.

"Mm... gu. Ha, ha. What is this place?

"Did you wake up?

Enema noticed the man lying on the bed waking up and lifting his face out of the book. It was dark without even minimal lights in the room, but we only knew that the figure of the Enema was almost naked.

And that I'm tied to a bed. The man also knew that it was not only because of the magic of restraint, although there was no force in his body.

Enema essentially crawls his fingers on the man's chest as he leans closer to the bed.

"Well, how does it feel to wake up?

"... if anyone can sleep comfortably with their hands and feet restrained, that's what I'd like to hear"

"Oh, you're not tied up so hard, are you? You won't be able to resist because you'll be weak, but you're turning around, and on the contrary, you should be comfortable enough."

"Well, it's a matter of circumstance. To a stranger naked woman, this situation. Must be comfortable."

"So is that. Let's start by introducing ourselves. I'm Enema. And you?"

"Do we need to talk?

Enema with a troubled look at a man's words, but that look distorts him into abusive.

"Well, you don't have to. But I'll have him talk to me."

"I don't know - my name is Hidun"

At that moment, Hidun's expression was perplexed. Mouth moving against will. Enema kept asking questions, flattered by incomprehensible circumstances.

Continued