The Branded Female Fencer

"I didn't expect to use it. Was that more than you expected?

"More than I expected - well, in a way. It was tougher than I expected. Though I thought it would be easier to stay put.

That trick was meant to be wolf smoke. after the ordination, or to give way to indulgence. "

"Give up the stomach?

"After you kill Anaseth, you're not going to be chased by Zems. Zems' line needs to be shredded one by one. Anarchy is the beginning. You can't just stick around first. You just have to push someone to take responsibility and fame for doing it."

"Who are you going to push?

"There was an affordable boy."

The foundine chuckled, but Gergeda decided not to listen to that unfortunate someone.

"But are you really going to do it? They're the strongest mercenaries and their people, aren't they?

"Neither do we. Besides, nearly half of Zems' people have been replaced in the last decade. It's not like you'll never die."

"How do you know that?

In response to Gergeda's question, Fondaine did not answer. And I snapped looking at the Aurora flame.

"Well, I wonder what will happen."

"What happens, what happens?"

"You're right. Whether or not the people who saw the flames could finish what was muscular."

"Stupid, you're dead, right?

"He's not dead. I see all Zems' people have properties. He's more of a pain in the ass than a demon king. But it's over. We're in danger, too, so let's leave. Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't fight to the end."

Fondaine was throwing up words she was going to regret, but Gergeda knew it wasn't meant to be. Now, Fondaine's mouth was distorted as if to see an interesting play.

"This way."

"I know what you mean."

"Once you remember the smell, you'll never forget it. It smells characteristic."

"Like a dog."

"I've never fought a dog."

Layer and Bandras were chasing after the anarchy. Bandras taught layers to train with their eyes closed. Anarchy attacks can never be prevented. Because if you do that, it is the mountain of Sekiyama that will break each sword. Feel signs and omens and definitely avoid them. I trained him like that by teaching him the trick.

Bandras thinks the layers possess warrior-like properties. Depending on the type, I thought I could do quite a bit with a short period of training if the expectations were met. It was more than I expected after all, but I couldn't close my eyes, but it was so convincing that I thought the layers' behavior would remain the same. This made even Bandras horrible.

Banderas realized that there were people who probably taught something similar, but it would nevertheless be a gift of nature to be so quick to acquire. Then more and more I wanted to know who the talent was, but secretly I was hoping that I might see it coming.

After a reference to how to fight one street and a slight sleep, the two began their pursuit of anarchy. I lost it as much as I could with the ability of the layers. I figured out where Anaseth was going, but after I left the male whorehouse, it was the problem. The tracking layer's legs stopped perfectly.

"What's up?

"... there's a guy who approached Anarches before us."

"Is there a leopard?"

"A woman. And this smell..."

It was the woman I met yesterday at the battle, and I was confused to say. I think about layers. What is the relationship between the woman I met yesterday and Banderas? Are you one of us, just a collaborator, or do you just happen to be at the same time? The woman with the whip yesterday only glanced at the layer for a moment, but the layer clearly confirmed that she was of hateful colour at that time. It looks pretty prominent, and once I saw that unique vibe, there's no way I could forget it, but I didn't realize the layers. Strongly speaking, the atmosphere. I remember feeling the same vibe somewhere, but it didn't get to the point where I remembered where it was.

Anyway, the layers don't trust Banderas at all. Weaknesses could not be allowed to appear for a moment.

"- Similar to a whipping woman. What do you think?"

"Whiplash, no... when it comes to feeling it, there's nothing there."

I also remembered a strange feeling as a bandrass. For Bandras, whipping means something special. Very few mercenaries long enough to use whips as a weapon. They do exist in warcrafters, etc., but they lack a bit of certainty as a prey when actually fighting. You can't use it unless it's a big place, and even if you ever have it as a sadistic weapon, you don't know anyone who has reached first class in the true sense of the word.

Only one thing, in Tarram, meant something else. Sometimes I get into my ears for a long time, talking about a whipping tutor. This is true of rebellious mercenaries, or even those in power, but it's a doomsday job you ask for when you want to eliminate them regardless of their position or identity. Bandras also tried to ask me to end it once, but I couldn't even see if I was going to pick a guest. It's something I thought was unfortunate, but I've heard of another possibility. That the tutor is letting him bring the person he wants to finish himself, not the doorman. And oddly enough, I've been hearing that rumor for over a hundred years, just like myself. This would be a rumor you wouldn't notice if you weren't one who's been in a city called Tarram longer than a human being.

Is it a coincidence, then, to hear in the meantime? Bandras was trapped in some nasty hunch.

Continued