The Branded Female Fencer

"Ha, ha, ha... hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

There was Jake and Ilmatal, who breathed and looked at the layers with their swords, a little further away. Jake and Ilmatal were stunned. I couldn't keep up after the layers. The same goes for the fact that I didn't want to go down the bloody rainy hallway, but I didn't have to follow.

Layer advanced by tearing the fleshwalls out of the edge, which took on the appearance of Libidu, into eight pieces. He slashed his outstretched hand off the edge, smacked his head trying to bite him, and continued to wave a stormy sword without even having time for a new hand to reach out. There was undoubtedly a tragedy in front of me, but I'd be more right to say I fell in love with a sword-wielding layer than that. It was as if Jake was not the sword he aspired to, but there he did see clearly the path that one sword aspired to take.

Ilmatal was frightened when he saw the sword that Layer would wield, which would barely change his age, but the emotions boiling in Jake's heart were close to jealousy.

Ilmatal was frightened when the lay laid his sword and turned toward Ilmatal, and at that time the lay realized his bloody self, but could not even wipe his body at the moment. Jake threw his coat at the layer saying it looked like it.

"Wipe about the blood. Il's scared."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Apparently, there's no backup."

"More than that... you, aren't you too immersed in the fight?

"It could be. But I don't want to be a knight. I'm learning the knight's sword, but I'm probably not going to be a knight. What you're aiming for is too different"

"Then what are you waving your sword for?

"To destroy the enemy in front of you"

Jake was convinced to hear Layer's answer. Sure, because layers of swords are swords to kill someone more efficiently. If there were a guardian, he would slaughter every one of them.

"We don't fit."

"But we can work together. I think there are things you can do because the purpose of waving your sword is different."

"Is there such a way of thinking? So for now, we're ahead of you."

Jake and Layer are sure to look at the end of the door at the same time. Seeing that door, Ilmatal was pulling the end of the two clothes.

"Be careful, there are enemies of great presence. Waiting for us... yet no hostility. I think they're waiting in a completely different way. I don't know, this will... is creepier than hostility."

"Well, what was the obstruction earlier?"

"You were ready to entertain us."

"So you're saying you pulled it off because you're ready? There's more to ridiculing people."

Layer pulled out his sword in outrage. Jake pulled out his sword together and nodded with his gaze in preparation for both neighbors of the door, and Jake plugged his sword between the doors even though he hadn't even met, and the layer kicked through the door.

The three of them jumped into the door with a lot of momentum. But what was spreading in front of him was not an imaginary sight, but a beautiful flower garden.

"You've come a long way."

Enema and Hidun climb up to the rooftop of the hall and climb the head-like part ahead. It's like an arch steep gradient, but Enema and Hidun were climbing without bitterness. It looks like there are demons flying around in the fog, but they don't look like they're coming at us.

Enema was a little clapped out. Because I thought there was more intense obstruction.

"Could it have been an unexpectedly easy job? Keep blowing up the head of the Warcraft, and maybe it's over."

"Is it that easy to get there?

"You want to go? 'Cause it's like nothing hostile. I'm losing my mind."

Enema yawned, slamming down the bird that had struck from the sky behind her. It was an extra giant bird lifting a human, but Enema was tapping it off with a cane lightly. I can afford not to even use magic.

"Do you use physical surgery?"

"Naturally. A woman's solo journey can be dangerous. You wouldn't have one if they attacked you where you had your magic cut, would you?

"Lie. It's for you to assault a man on a trip, isn't it?

"Aha!? Looks like you've come to understand me. Glad to hear it."

Enema walks with a grin when dull. Enema was tilting her neck when that foothold reached the head of the Warcraft and that was the end of it if she saw a powerful blow to the head.

"Oh? Oh?

"What's up?

"You warcraft... you don't seem to be manipulated."

"What?"

Enema interrupted the witchcraft she was about to chant and gently went to the place between the brows of the Warcraft. Warcraft had no eyes and countless tactile protrusions appeared, but Enema, when he grabbed with one of them, was often bumpy and crushing something.

And when I let go of my tactile senses laughing all the time, Enema pulled away. Surprised Hidun asks why.

"What's up? Don't you have to kill me?

"That warcraft has a pretty high intelligence. How high is it, enough to understand human spiritual structure?"

"The human spiritual structure?

"Yes, that's why you were able to communicate with me, too. Turns out it's funny. I think I'd better keep an eye on him without a hand."

"But if we don't kill him now, there's gonna be damage to the city, right?

To Hidun's words, Enema laughed with the momentum of her eyes round and tears all the time.

"Ahahahahahaha! You're funny! For a villain like you, I don't care about the human city."

"I'm not going to be a villain. Besides, I'm talking to you in your shoes."

"Still, I wouldn't even come up with that idea if the roots were villains. It's not for you. People are killed or killed. I'm a little interested in how you chose this path."

"... you can order me if you want to know"

"Orders anything. Then it's not funny. I don't want a doll."

"What you want is a moderately resistant slave, right?

"Hehe, you really know. Well, we're done here. Let's leave the rest to the flow, shall we? Besides, it looks more interesting in the city now. Unstoppable humans desperately stopping the Warcraft and the Broiled Woman Brave. I wonder what it is."

While wondering how exactly this woman was grasping the situation in the fog so far, Hidun continued after the Enema. Thinking that there's nothing I can do to get to that end awaits me.

Continued