The Branded Female Fencer

"Will you not look too closely? It doesn't feel good to let the same woman or someone you don't like fool you."

What blocked the third thought was the head of the Fondaine, who talks as she rolls over. To that unusual sight, I even forgot to attack unexpectedly for a moment. That was the same for Volgius, whose right hand disappeared with fine dust the moment No. 3, who reacted quickly for a moment, tried to throw a short knife of nostalgia.

Later all that remains is blood clouds, newly erupting blood and tremendous intense pain.

"~ ~ ~!"

"It's just great not to scream. I wish I'd just been gone, but I was worried about something weird."

"You're not even an organism?

"You rude man, I'm a fine man, aren't I? There's joy and sorrow, and you can hang out with guys."

"No, you're not. This guy! This guy's not a creature! Oh, my God, the balls in your chest that have built up magic..."

That was the last word of the third. Now number three, which became fine dust for each body. Even number three, who specializes in change, can't change all around with finely cut pieces of flesh and blood.

When Fondaine's neck stuck to her original torso, she modified the details with her own hands. When you check the condition of your head and check the movement of your body, you turn back to Volgius.

"I hate chatting. Besides, my mouth is the source of the disaster. Silver for eloquence, gold for silence, isn't it? You know how to manipulate gold and silver coins, don't you?

"... the ability of Kaiser Woods. I've heard that some Oozes parasitize others to help repair their bodies."

"Your Answer"

Panchi and Fondane applauded.

"Parasite the ooze to the body and repair it at the same time as the host breaks. There's no such handy creature."

"But can that keep me? It's just like being eroded by a warcraft all over your body - no, I'm starting to figure out who you are."

"I hope you're around for a chat. Because no matter how many people are excluded, they don't know who's listening. It's time you died."

Volgius was ready to see Fondaine wield the whip. He said he was going to die here today. No wonder and no regrets. All I could do was do it, and it was a life I ran through with all my might. All you have to do is live youngsters, that's what I was thinking.

The masked female tutor thing may not have been an end in itself, either, just because I'm concerned about its identity. However, if we could have dragged it out in front of us, we would have accomplished it.

Volgius had remembered all sorts of things from birth until now. But the most vivid was not the family, nor the people who had helped, but that woman, who was on the same pilgrimage. Loyalty, on the battlefield, in the discussion. We've always competed. That's why I thought I'd only forgive the way that woman laughed at me for dying. There's no way that woman is alert to anything against this Turam commotion. Then I will only do my utmost to at least hook up with the alarm net.

Shortly before Fondaine waved the whip, Volgius activated the last trick. The firing of a one-shot gold coin, planted on the belt. It hit Fondaine's hand and moved both hands with a gap where the movement stopped for a moment. The moment the gold coin hits, the magic that was full of foundines until earlier disappears. Perhaps you are free to disappear or fill your magic. If that's the chest device number three was saying, there's one place to aim. I don't know if it works. But I lifted it up, and I decided to lift it up to the end. Believe me, it's the frivolous life that leads to the next.

But Volgius' hands became fine dust before he struck out the gold coin. The split collapse of gold coins from the broken device was still similar to the exhaustion of Volgius' energy. Blood erupts from the wound, but I don't feel any damage already. But you can't just disappear like this. You have to shower the last knife.

Volgius acted unexpectedly, not even in Fondaine. Oh, my God, he bit off his tongue on the spot. Arnelia strictly forbids suicide, but the pilgrimage broke the commandment itself. Fondaine was surprised. Not much, he took a breath and watched Volgius. In the eyes of Volgius, who fell and lay on the ground, the Fondaine and the other.

"(Who...?

"- Aren't you going to stop?

"I'm gonna die already. More than that, I missed killing myself. I don't know why, this grandfather. What do you think you should do, sword wind?

Seeing whoever stood beside the foundine, Volgius was convinced, oh. Did you say to meet me? Is this the one who slashed the third arm earlier? It is no longer an implicit understanding among guilds and pilgrimages, the wind of the sword. They said it was a warcraft, a phenomenon, or another sorcery, but I didn't know it was a 'human swordsman'. It doesn't even depend on Arnelia's information network, and rumors say Almas is pursuing that figure as well. I didn't expect you to connect here - convenient.

I didn't even know what Volgius, who was fatally wounded, was thinking, and Fondaine and the sword wind kept talking.

"Extra emotions become weak. Did you forget that 'he' died because of that?

"Well, it doesn't work out like you don't have any extra emotions. Besides, 'he' died too stuck in his own paranoia. There was only shaping beauty, but I don't want you to be with a guy with no functional beauty."

"You're just like me and 'the guy' in the middle. Don't take the luxury of being universal. Although it seemed good because I happened to be there, if not, why would I have?

"I did this because I have you. Otherwise, I'm gonna kill Grandpa like this from behind."

Fundaine kicks Volgius' unspeakable body. The sword wind sighed.

"That's unwanted paranoia...?"

From the nostalgia of the blown Volgius, the gold fell. If you sell it, it's the size of one of the houses that's going to change. I can see how many of them are planted in the nostalgia. The moment I realized it, I saw Volgius laughing as he was blown away. In my eyes, I saw a light as good as I had won.

Copper coins, silver coins, gold coins - that wasn't the trump card.

"You grandfather! You want to talk to me from the start!

"How about it!"

"Well, hang out. The people you slaughtered are waiting for you."

At that moment, a great explosion broke out with the roar in a painting of Tarram.

Continued