The Branded Female Fencer

And Zems glanced at Fostina and Liliam. With his gaze, Fostina walked over to Zems.

"Long time no see, Zems"

"Don't see each other in strange places,"

"Are you breathing?

"Absolutely. Am I mistaken for a doll or a monster made to fight me? Both I and my people need rest. Are you working over there?

"Yeah, because I'm always restless when I'm not at work. But I didn't expect to lose my people at that time. My condolences."

Whatever Dart and Anaseth's predisposition, Fostina's words were heartfelt, but Zems' reaction remained chilling.

"No, now I'm not sad. This is not the first time we have lost a buddy because we are often the most intense fighters or the most difficult to accomplish requests. I'm not old enough to be sentimental about my people's deaths.

Besides, these guys had problems with bare lines. I was knowingly treating it as a companion because of my high combat ability, but this is what happens when my eyes get a little out of the way. I mourn my death and I think of retaliation against the person who killed me, but I've given up on this one day. "

"(You're good...)"

Liliam was reading its true intentions as she listened to Zems. Perhaps Zems knows about Lilliam. Knowing where Lilliam stands, he's breathing this kind of emotion. And I'm probably not lying. Because I can't read such signs.

But Lilliam had read only one unspoken emotion. Zems definitely enjoys it. There's enough opponents in the tarram to kill their people, and they're free to follow it in the name of their enemies. In a situation where we don't even know when the Orc invasion will begin, Zems is still looking for chaos and battle.

Liliam knew someone like this. Someday I humbled myself, torturer. That was a woman, but only Liliam realized that the same kind of creature - someone who could turn people's pain into pleasure.

As Liliam was bound by the dim emotions that began to swirl in her chest, she was inadvertently slapped on the shoulder from Enema.

"I'm sorry, you two, but could you hang out with me? I want to chase our revenge."

"I don't mind that..."

"No, I'm the head of the vigilante, and it's time to go back. There seems to be a change in the movements of the orcs, and maybe a little raid."

"We can't defend ourselves in this city if there's been a raid. The walls are low and the defensemen are not numbered enough. It will be how little damage is done and how important human beings are allowed to escape."

"I know that, but that's not why I'm relinquishing my duties. Even if it looks like this, I have a position."

"Then it's a barter. The Orcs' raid will be in the middle of the night anyway. Stay with me until the sun goes down. We'll help you if we can get some powerful information about your vendetta.

Besides, I have to turn down my hindsight worries. If Tarram becomes an ocean of fire, Banderas will undoubtedly turn into a fire scene thief. Is that supposed to happen?

"Mmm..."

In fact, the Bandras helped protect Tarram by leading the vagabonds, but Liliam doesn't know that. It is something that even Enema does not know that Bandras cannot help the collapse of Tarram.

Only Zems had slightly more complex emotions to know the circumstances, but I dared not say anything.

"... fine. As soon as there's just any anomaly along the way, I'll move. Are you sure?

"Of course. This makes you feel better. Fostina will help you, won't she?

"Yeah, I don't mind... did you see Zems, Riddill at times?

"... haven't seen it since the arena, but is something wrong?

Zems blurred, but Fostina didn't get to read through Zems' expression either, and sighed duh. And start chasing the Enema who has already begun to head to Banderas.

"I need to talk to him. Call me when you see him."

"Oh, let's do that. I want to talk to him, too."

Zems didn't say anything that wasn't in his mind either. They killed my people, they stopped being people themselves, and I still wondered what it was like to hate myself - I couldn't help but ask.

Continued