The Branded Female Fencer

"What, things have changed with the walls?

"And what's this shake?

"... signs have changed. Maybe we should hurry."

A pulsating blood vessel ran on one side of the room, and Jake's legs quickened as the room began to shake across the board, and the layers began to follow with frightened ilumatal. Jake no longer even searches for magic formations. The sword was stabbed unconstitutionally on the walls, floor, and ceiling, and one magic formation emerged after the other in the damaged area. And the passages that were divided into many pieces disappear one after the other. It was a strange sight for layers who didn't know what it meant, but I only knew Jake's senses were going to be sharpened. Layer even half-forgot to protect Jake's back, just watching him wave that sword.

"Jake, what's going on with this?

"I don't know the details, but I think we're running out of time. Crush the blind eye and head to the main body in the shortest possible time"

"Do you know where the body is?

"Oh, clearly. They're in a hurry, too, but you think they don't have enough of us. Do I have to pay attention to anything else? Either way, if you want to do it, now's the time."

Jake's leg stops perfectly. Indeed, the hallway to proceed stretches in a straight line. And I can probably even tell that at the end of the door you can see across the hallway, there's a Libby Doo body. But not too wide a corridor makes their whereabouts difficult. Would it be better if the three of them were different at best? When you think about it, it was originally a whorehouse. No matter how luxurious you decorate it, it's not like a palace. Something was wrong with the rooms and hallways, like before. Layer embarrassed himself for not even realizing that, but the problem is the countless Libidu that emerged from its narrow hallway walls and ceilings.

Have you stopped fixing it? He probably took over the meat wall he had been serving until earlier, but nevertheless barely exposed himself to the shapeless body of a woman, staring at the Jakes with a bright red eye full of hatred far from graceful.

Layer thought Jake wouldn't have been afraid, but he can't be stopping to not take the time.

"Jake, what's up? We're gonna break through."

"... no, it's not that easy"

"What happened to the momentum just now?"

"I don't know. I don't know, but this is hard for me. No, it's not like I can't. You're just saying it's hard."

To Layer and Ilmatal, the sincerity of Jake's words was unknown. Probably even unknown to Jake, but Layer's decision was quick.

"Then Jake, ask for Il's escort. A knight would be good at that, wouldn't he?

"What are we gonna do?

"I will storm. I'll do everything I can to clear the way, so stick with me. If their emergence is infinite, they will need to break through to their goal in one go. I can't afford to worry about anything else, so hold on to your back."

"Ooh."

At the same time as Jake's words, Layer pulled out Shempez and his own sword. It is an unnamed sword, but it is a sword that I asked a trustworthy blacksmith to retrain the sword I chose with the line. Layers themselves participate in the rebuilding of the sword, a delicacy that has been satisfactorily finished. In fact, I've hardly even lacked it in the battle so far.

Murder broke out of the layer. Unexpectedly Irmatal is also blue, a force that even Jake takes a step backwards. Although layers concentrating on the flock of enemies in front of us could no longer afford to pay attention to such a thing.

"All right, let's go!

Layers kicked the ground abruptly. Jake was going to protect that back, as Layer told him, but neither did Jake think he would ever wave a sword or forget it.

"Oh? Oh?

Enema was observing carefully that suddenly the appearance of the hall was changing. I knew it would be quite troublesome to explore the hall, and I had determined what the change was, but given the apparently narrower interior of the hall, the situation apparently worked in my favor.

Worst case scenario, I was going to blow everything up in this hall, so I'm even glad I saved you that hassle. But this internal transformation felt like it was in some organism's body.

"Hidun, is it possible to see what's going on out there?

"Wait a minute."

Hidun observed the situation through the perspective of the user demon left outside. The fog thickens and inhibits vision, but Hidun observed what was going on outside by changing the way he watched, not just by his vision, but by observing elements such as temperature changes and magical density.

Then I saw giant creature hands and feet growing and moving from the hall.

"... I see, apparently, the fog creature is moving this hall. Maybe we're inside that organism."

"Huh? So I guess it was from the beginning? I can't believe you didn't notice that. That's a pretty nearby tie. Could it have been a castle for that? And such a giant warcraft, how did you prepare it? A reasonable idea would be that I grew up as a toddler. If so, does that mean they've been thinking about it for quite some time... if it just so happens, it's pretty funny."

"Either way, the question is what to do with this situation. Apparently, humans are moving to stop this invasion of the Warcraft, but they won't be able to do it sooner. If we're gonna do it, we'll be inside, but is there any way?

"Hey... is it funny to get away with this?

Enema replied laughing prankily, but Hidun was staring back hard because he realized it wasn't meant to be. To that reaction, Enema sighed boringly.

"You're no longer a joke man. If this is a creature, we can talk fast, smash your heart or your head to death."

"How do we find it?

"You, what kind of magic is it for? Is manipulating blood more than just complaining?

"... I see you never thought about the use of those powers. It's someone else's ability, but it's a woman around her head."

"You've never praised me before. I'd appreciate it if you just did it. Not much in the monster's stomach is pleasant. I'd like to get out of here if I could."

"I agree, you've never felt like it before"

When Hidun quickly agreed with Enema, he cut his own wrist and drowned his blood on the ground. As the blood entered the blood vessels on the ground, Hidun felt it swerving in all directions. And after a while of meditation, Hidun slowly opened his eyes.

"Got it. Head or heart, which way do we go?

"How many hearts and heads at a time?

"... well, five hearts and one head."

"Then head. It's not like you're lying to me, but I can't be alarmed around saying it this way, you. You like that?

"I'm not happy to be praised by a pervert"

"Oh? Sometimes if you don't praise me, it's not funny when you snore later"

"... it would have been a mistake to expect something from you"

When Hidun looked heartily disappointed, he walked out in the direction indicated by Hidun with the momentum that Enema, satisfied with his expression, might even sing in his nose.

Continued