The Branded Female Fencer

"... yah... layers"

"Ugh... ku"

"Layers!"

When the layer woke up, a beautiful woman I had never even seen there glanced at the layer's face worryingly. I questioned who the layer would be, and shortly afterwards I remembered that it was Irmatal who ate the fruit of the phantom dream. I remember Ilmatal, who ate the fruit of a phantom dream in the battle at the Hall of the Evil Spirit, temporarily hiding her until it was undone. Because the boy alone would be suspicious, he was letting Utility watch him with the help of Letore. Apparently, they brought him in there.

At the edge of the room is an impulse with a Buddha top surface, and Ilmatal and Uty peeking into his face worryingly. Other than that, I didn't see anyone. Shempez had also been recovered safely.

Layers follow their memories, recalling their dying memories and the usefulness of knocking down the anarchy on the pomegranate. You must have knocked someone down, you've never forgotten the usefulness of killing people. But I can't remember how I could have done that. He should have been someone beyond what he could manage with his efforts at that point. And there's no wound that should have been fatal. All you have is a strong sense of tiredness, but that also bodes well for you to recover.

Layer asked Uty.

"Uty cured me?

"Oh, my God! There's no such thing as a wound that can't be healed by this flying panacea called Uti. Oh ho ho ho!"

"You're freaking out."

Layer grinned bitterly at the impossibly high laughing utility, glancing at Irmatal.

"You're not going back inside, are you?

"But I shrunk a little, so I think I'll be back to normal soon. If that happens, I'll go back to my mom for once."

"That's better. Thank you. There are strange signs outside the city. It's strangely killing, and maybe there's a fight tonight. I don't know what kind of move Jaeger's in, so even if he's pissed off, it's safest to be beside the captain.

By the way, what time did the bell ring?

"A second rang just now from the bell announcing noon. It's time for the sun to lean."

"Is that all you've been asleep for? I'd like to eat something light, if possible, but can I put it up for you?

"If it's a simple thing in the dining room downstairs, they'll get it out. 'Cause I asked you just now."

"Mmm, thank you."

That's all Layer tells him, he just tries to get himself up and out of the room. I saw an impulse and spoke up.

"You're not gonna ask me anything?

"You wouldn't answer me if I asked, would you? And what's clear about that is that there is another person who should be defeated. We don't have time until sundown. We need to move on now."

"... I keep a message. It's from a kid dressed as a stray." The leader is waiting for you at yesterday's place. "

"... ok"

After the layer had answered and left while it was meaningful, the impulse was thinking with a difficult face. Uty speaks there.

"Hey Impulse. Who's the layer? I know because it's me, but his hands and feet, they've been stuck since I broke them once. You can't do that without magic."

"I think so, too. But there are people with powers that humans can't explain, and maybe he does, too. All I know is he's not our enemy. And oh, I see. I'm so stubborn, I'll do what I decide to do once. I'm glad we're not enemies."

"... similar"

"Huh?"

"Layer, you look like your mom somewhere. I can't explain it well, but I can't even use magic, but I'm sure he was born to meet his mom from the beginning. I feel that way."

Such a word came out of Ilmatal's mouth, but it was an event that Ilmatal himself could not explain well. How did you think it was similar? Even that cannot be explained to Irmatal, but he did think that his later appearance, which he sometimes finds difficult to get close to, was similar.

"... Shit, you anarchist idiot. Where'd he go?"

Dart poisoned as he walked through a painting of Tarram. Dirt didn't think he could do it alone, but he was going to rendezvous with Anarches thinking about when he fell into an adhesive state. And most importantly, I couldn't let you kill Anarches. It's not about taking anarchy into account. A line of Zems is killed. I have a problem with that fact.

Dart is sensible. I also know that I am distorted, and I am certain that I will be punished in the light of the ethics of the world. Yet we also know that we cannot be punished because of Zems' prestige.

Dart was originally a routine man to kill people. Born into the family of magicians, he had many opportunities to touch various disciplines and was a strong boy among his brothers and sisters, among others, when it came to his willingness to 'learn'. The family line specializes in restorative magic, and attributes are predominantly earthy. Healing is a common impression when it comes to restorative magic, and many think of the Arnelian Sisters, but slightly different in the sorcerer's lineage. It often kills a variety of creatures to study and practice more efficient healing magic. In fact, in his lineage, he was sometimes entrusted with the dismantling of death row inmates by a nearby city. Dart accompanied the scene when he was only 10 years old. It wasn't too early or too late, but while many fainted or escaped with the anguished expression and screams of a human being to be dismantled alive, he just looked at the sight so that his eyes could suck and eat in.

It would have been alerted as an unusual sight had it not been for the sorcerer's lineage. But Dirt became affirmed in the clan as a research enthusiastic and promising sorcerer of the future. Eventually, it didn't take three years, from the study of sorcery to the dismantling itself, and to the point where on death row his desires could no longer be heeded. And when Dart's clan was broken down by the sorcery society and subject to expropriation, Dart did not hesitate to give the life and research results of the entire clan to the sorcery society in order to make himself safe.

Dart repeated the murders even after he was free, so much so that he would be suspected and investigated by his guild as well. Such a thought by him is a way to escape the pursuit of the Alliance by being recognized as a fellow Zems. Prospects succeed by doing so, and he succeeds in gaining the blind trust and fame of being a fellow brave man, but if there is only one miscalculation, is it that Zems was too strong than he could have imagined? Concerned about Zems, who can't read the idea, the usual dart considerably restrains himself. Therefore, breathing in these places is indispensable.

I was interrupted. Even calm beasts get angry if they interrupt their sleep and diet. I was going to leave Tarram in a good mood, but there are people who got in the way. Dart's frustration reached its peak, and he seemed to forget that the cause lay with him.

"Anarchess fool... the sun will lean already. Where are you selling oil, you sex beast?"

He watched the liquor bottle rolling on the side of the road with an enamored look from somewhat further away.

Continued