The Branded Female Fencer

"I can't believe there was this space in the basement."

"That's pretty deep. I wonder if they're using the space they used to be."

"The walls and the like are pretty reinforced. You have people's hands on you. That also took quite a while, politely. Otherwise, it would be broken, by the way. If you did it alone, you shouldn't be able to do it in 10 or 20 years. How old the hell is the head of your bandits?

"I don't know that. It's a child's figure, but he's just disguised and the actual way he talks is his grandfather. I've been told by people I met before that it's been awesome for 30 years. Nothing more."

"Where are you from or your family?

"I don't know that either. I rarely get to talk to the captain, either. He always shows up pretentious and disappears when. Oh, but there are rumors of fellow brave Zems, so they might know."

"A fellow brave man is the leader of the Bandits. Maple, what do you think?

"I only know as much as rumors, too..."

I recall that there were no good rumors in Arnelia about the brave Zems. But he said it in front of Gass, so he said nothing. Besides, there was a sight in front of me that wasn't quite there. For what was illuminated by the lights were the remains of demons that had become giant bottles more than the length of a man's back.

Maple barely pushed the scream to death, but he rushes to remove the candle. Jake lit the demon with lights when he received it as he snapped a candle from the maple's hand. It looks like an oak, but it's huge at the moment. There are horns, and the fangs are slightly different from that of the oak. Apparently I could imagine that it was not a normal oak. A little bit, it could be a mutant species such as the Kings.

Jake looked further around, the demons equally bottled large and small. None of this was a normal demon, and some were disastrous, enormous, and seemingly altered in appearance. All of this would be subspecies, or kings. Some of them weren't there, and everything was in the bottle. That number, Zakka 30. Jake couldn't understand how I did it, even if it would be narrower than the entrance just to carry it in here. More than that, how could I possibly decorate something like this?

And Jake found one door. Simple doors made of paint and other stripped wood. But the evil that comes from behind is no better than that evil spirit hall. Jake gently opened the door and walked in with the three of them. And some time later, it was Gas who popped up with the screams. And when I threw up in abundance, blue Jake and Maple came out later. Even maples trained as mouthless seem to hold their mouths and hold their vomit to their fullest. Jake was also blue, but he told Maple that he would squeeze his temper.

"Maple, get in touch with Mr. Ultina or Mr. Marduk. It's an extra project in my hands."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, but isn't that where the oak outside is?

"Same goes for that, but you better let me know. It could be a good opportunity because the oak is out there. You can't let the guy who did this get away with it. It's more unusual than any unusual person I've ever seen or heard. At any rate, I'll catch you here. You know what I mean?"

"That's right... I get it. Because judgment is not my role. Do you tell Jaeger or the vigilante?

"No, if possible, Arnelia alone would do the processing. If you have to, you'll have to decide.

Let's go outside once more than that. I'm losing my chest, too. "

Jake shuddered for a long time when he remembered what was going on behind the darkened door. I saw brutal sights running through the battlefield, and I knew in the dossier the backdrop of events that were quite brutal. But this was a heterogeneous event in Jake's knowledge.

Now it was Jake who wanted to get out early and get some fresh air.

Seeing the sword the layers had slipped away, Dart had a tingly unpleasant feeling. That sword, it's not a normal sword. Seeing a dubious light-shaking sword like cloudy water, Dart was heightening his vigilance.

"Why don't you say something, boy?

"There's nothing to tell the person who kills you. Shut up and die."

Layer's cruel eyes caught Dart. Dart, too, in experience, not once or twice, such as being turned against hatred. I've also experienced a lot of resentment, jealousy, etc., and of course I've been directed to kill more than once, but I knew these eye-catching people were the scariest. It's not going to be a leap, just the eyes of those who come to kill while they push and kill hatred. These eye-to-eye opponents are obsessive, but they can also be calm and the most troublesome. Dart was revisiting his perception that he should consider himself a different opponent from last night.

As Layer's sword was slashed down against Dart, Dart flipped himself and fled. Because he decided that being slaughtered was dangerous in itself. I know how to fight this kind of opponent. Safely from a distance. This was the iron rule.

Continued