The Branded Female Fencer

"Uncle, it's not like we can't defeat the enemy without shouting, is it? Can't you be quiet any longer?

"No, it's... it's a matter of temper,"

"Only your fists should keep you in the mood. Fist is hot, head is calm. Okay?"

"Ugh... yes"

Even with a good sword curtain, to the point where the girl was puffy and angry, Dragreo listened to the sermon softly. If the black magicians saw this sight, what would they think? Mikoto will undoubtedly be drawn to their people.

And Mikoto said oh, but I knew the effect of Dragreo's anger. The orcs are constricted and the Hammermen are attracted. And the cavalry sweeping the remaining enemies also realizes that they rely on their voices to keep their distance from Dragreo. We're trying to distance ourselves from Dragreo and keep him out of it.

And when he confirmed that the Giant Hammer Soldier that Dragreo had defeated was the last one, Mikoto asked Dragreo.

"Uncle. I seem to have fulfilled my earlier promise to your sister, but what are we going to do now?

"I'm not thinking about it. But we're gonna get out of here."

"Are you sure? I called you my son about your sister earlier. I mean -"

"You're your son, too. I've already made up my mind which one to protect."

Dragreo took charge of Mikoto and walked straight in the opposite direction to Tarram. It was a casual trick, but there are tears in Mikoto's eyes.

"Uncle, are you okay? It's because of you, isn't it? There's good rice and warm beds, right?

"I've never lived in people before. The desert to the south was my home. Besides, this continent is a paradise wherever it goes. I'm a little worried about where you're going."

"... then let's go to the desert my uncle was talking about. Where my uncle was born, I want to see it."

"Nothing, huh? It's a killer landscape, and there may not be any creatures now. A creature that survives in such an environment, even if it is. It's no wonder. Oh, my God."

"There's nothing dangerous about me, you know. Even if there is, your uncle will protect you, won't he?

"Of course!

Dragreo gently poked Mikoto's forehead with his fist. Mikoto laughed, crying, because he was happy about the act.

"But because of this, run around the continent and go for the southern continent! If it's my leg, it won't take you a year to look around forever!

"Let's take a break before then. That's right. Your uncle must have used a lot of power, too, right?

"Well. But before it's too much trouble, we should still leave here. There are too many surveillance eyes here. You should hide yourself somewhere before the troublemaker gets here."

"If that's what your uncle says. I was confused, too, and let it be a little" retrieved. "

"Well, it's a battlefield. Somewhat good."

Dragreo grinned and stroked his head at Mikoto, whose tongue was pelted. And look where Alphilis was.

"(Your Highness - Alphilis, there will always be a lot of reliable people around you, but never be alarmed. Because the fate of waiting for you is going to be too harsh to imagine.

I should have stayed by and given advice, but I still don't completely lose control of Orangeables over me. To the extent that he regains his sanity with some kind of clap, he would be in the way instead. No, if it's more about getting poked through a gap and being used, that can be deadly.

Besides, I better keep this Mikoto away from you now. When we get them close, we don't know what's going to happen. If we're good and kill each other, and we're bad -) "

No, Dragreo decided not to think about it. I thought I was the only one who knew who Mikoto was. This is the one thing Orangeables shouldn't know. If they knew, they would definitely come and kill me.

But I won't let that happen. If protecting your son is the mission of the wise, Mikoto needed to be protected at all costs. If the Orange Bull fails. If Alphilis couldn't defy his destiny either. That's when we need Mikoto. If the worst happens as a result, Mikoto will have to fulfill his mission. I thought I was the one who deserved the blame. Because that would make good on my promise to Lord Silver.

Imagine who even a black magician would not know as one, such as that Dragreo was thinking about it, and Dragreo laughed all the time and left the scene behind.

Continued