The Branded Female Fencer

Fostina was caught feeling like she was in a dream. Sure, my vision is open, but there's not one thing I can do as I wish. Even though I can't move one fingertip, my body has a constant movement field of view. Wrapped in the feeling of being in warm water, in the ambiguous feeling of even remembering some comfort, Fostina heard the woman's voice.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. I owe you one. 'Cause you're passing out on your own in my hall. I can't help it, can I?

"Ugh... who?

"Don't you have a name? Libby Doo is the name given by Doom on his own, and Honeymoon is the name given by the former director of the whore. I didn't even have a name."

"You."

Fostina turned out to have failed here, but she was already in a state where there was nothing she could do. In front of me stands a boy one day pulling out his sword. Turns out I'm going to kill him for sure as it is, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Libidu spoke as he mocked Fostina as he tried to stand back.

"I read the human mind in the hall and poke that gap, but it's an interesting life nonetheless, you. All of the training you have been given is out of the ordinary track. I can see you crying as a child. Your father is unusual. The time to stand on your own with a sword would be over, but you still couldn't get rid of your sword. Well, that's not crazy, no, I don't think it's dead. Some of them died, didn't they?

"That statement, deprivation of direct jurisdiction and identity as lack of merit in court. Your father was not fit to live in the aristocratic world. You were thrown out into the world by mercenaries. I made it as a mercenary, but... Hmm. Are you looking for the ruins? Looking for the power to sleep in the ruins, what are you going to do? You have an idea, don't you?

"I don't know if it's a good idea. However, there are some things that I am not convinced about today's aristocracy. I just can't think of a solution to that. I'm just looking for that solution to figure out what to do. Is the rest a simple interest?"

"Heh heh, the idea could destroy the world today. Fine, it might be interesting to follow your lead when this battle is over. I'm interested because I didn't have that idea either."

"You can give me your consent, but you..."

Libidu's past flowed into Fostina's consciousness like turbulence. From everywhere Libidu was taught the manipulation of men and women in the same way as eating. Starting with looking through the peephole, the room given to her was a hidden room between the rooms. From the peephole there, he observed the men and women at four or six o'clock, and learned the skill of bedding faster than words. Of course, they stormed all kinds of knowledge - political, economic, financial, medical, and sewing - as part of technology, but they were all acquisitions to harness their skills as prostitutes.

And before the end of the year, she is watered down, and henceforth smoothly she establishes herself as a whore. Talam's law, which is said to be free compared to other countries, but out of the sight of that law Libidu was raised secluded. Beautiful, warped trees stretch out their branches and eventually entangle the whorehouse itself. Libidu has been taught only to please its guests and has responded to any distorted desires of it. Naturally, some of them touched on people's laws and ethics, but Libidu had no hesitation in not being taught ethics as a person in the first place. When the technology reached a man's life, the whorehouse sought the exile of Libidu, but everyone was destroyed by Libidu in the abyss. What Fostina saw was humans who defied Libby Doo being pushed into a secret room in the whorehouse, crying and begging to praise Libby Doo. Indeed, Libidu was the queen of one world.

When Libidu and his surroundings left more than a thousand people dead, she received one warning. Delivered from nowhere, one warning. Libidu took lightly that warning statement, which prompted him to weigh his activities. I thought there was no one else who could order me to be the queen. The next warning received spelled out Libidu's guilt and conduct in detail. It was also strange to Libidu where he found out the facts, but Libidu, who could not consider them bad, left them alone. And the next time I saw the warning, it was just before Libidu was crucified and set on fire. People's grudging voices, the person in the hood who stood in front of Libby Doo with them on his back. Libidu saw it and understood. Though I was the lord of one world, I was not the queen of this taram. Apart from the ruler of Tarram, I understood that I had touched its inverse scales.

And one more thing, there was determination. I'll tell them all about my world. Because it's so slutty and enjoyable, and so much fun that it doesn't matter if you lose your life. So Libby Doo had fun until the moment of his death when he caught fire. Even if the flesh perished, its consciousness alone was convinced that its actions could continue. Until the figure of Libidu charred and collapsed, the audience watched him in fear, but fear never ended even after her death.

Continued