The Branded Female Fencer

Fondaine and Gergeda were observing the fire from the high ground. At first I wondered if I would see the end of the battle, but Gergeda could see nothing with the auspicious flames and smoke. But the foundine beside him was suddenly cloudy with a cool look and ugly and distorted like a beast. It was the first time Gergeda saw it, an expression other than the smile of the foundine. No, it's not limited to foundines. Gergeda had never seen a human face so full of anger. Killing a child in front of his parents won't get him this far. In so many shapes, even Gergeda couldn't speak, he just sat back and watched.

"... what a shabby kid... that's just what scared us once"

Wasn't it intended that Fondaine crushed it? It was a long time ago to ask Gergeda the sincerity of the word. Because I thought that if I damaged Fondaine's mood now, I would have a good chance of dying.

After watching the flames for a long time, Fondaine rang her heels and left the scene. Gergeda follows without asking anything. Gergeda was feeling thin. This woman didn't want to tailor her anarchy. I summoned the layers to Anarchy. I don't know how. But the whole world of exclusion and the battle for anarchy is to hit the layers with a mad warrior and a transformed anarchy. I don't know how he did that, but Fondaine was hitting the layers with anger that didn't seem very human. Gergeda, sympathetic to the layers, was carrying black smoke on his back.

"The anarchist has been punished."

"What?

Bandras was in touch with number three. I also told the foundines to get together, but they don't show up to see what's going on. It is not that there is originally a relationship of trust, and given the other person, it is not strange to take a hand. Banderas and number three were in regular contact once they forgot about the existence of the foundine.

"Who put the anarchy to rest?

"... a boy named Layer. That's for sure."

"That boy? It's incredible, but that's a somewhat sinister look, minus that. What happened?

"I don't know how they tailored me for anarchy. I gave the boy some clue. But that shouldn't have been the kind of person you could handle. It suddenly turned into a battle. I don't know what that was..."

I didn't pursue it any further because Bandras had a mouthful of it. Because for number three, the layer thing wasn't such an important topic. What matters is that Anarches is dead and one less target, and how to tailor the other dart. It is only one point.

"So I ask, can you use that layer to defeat the next dart?

"... well, now you're resting. I don't know if I noticed, but I think I can use it. Dart would be a mixed opponent for him."

"Really? I hope it distracts you at best. Anyway, the next person, Dart, is a pain in the ass. If my imagination is correct, my ability to transform is useless, and I'm a much harder opponent to keep up with than I am to anarchize. Without cooperation, it's not very, but it's not something we could have done."

"Oh, you're the rarest user of power in the world. I want to know how you can take him down."

Banderas looked troubled, but curious in its heart. What kind of battle will happen if you hit the layer on the dart. Will the layer show its true value or will the dart expose its corpse? I thought it was going to be fun no matter how I fell.

Continued