The Branded Female Fencer

Luvere rang the bell that was on the table, forminey and primze appeared. They had snacks and tea in their hands. When she thought what she was plotting herself for without eating, Alphilis felt like being a little mean to them.

"You fooled me brilliantly, Forminey, Primse. I never thought you were witches."

"Shh, excuse me..."

"You don't have to apologize, Primuse. Because I know this alphilis and I'm saying it's mean. They didn't even ask me if I was a witch, and I don't think it's that easy."

"Exactly. But can you answer me now?

"That depends on your mother, Levere."

Forminee called her mother about Luvere. A sense of awe does exist in its eyes staring at Levere. Levere took over the conversation.

"I don't mind, Forminay. Treat Alphilis like sisters. I'm sure we'll have a long relationship with her."

"If that's what your mother says. You can ask me whatever you want."

"You're surprisingly loyal. I just think you personally like me."

"Oh, you like that? But that's not what this is about. For us, the golden purity hall, and hence our survival and cohesion, is our priority. Everything else, priorities go down. That's all."

"I see. Then I ask, what witch are you and Primuse?

"Guess what."

Formination was a mild but challenging tone, but Alphilis came to a conclusion after a while of thinking.

"Formination is beauty... no, I guess it's a shape-shaped witch. Primuse is a flower. What do you think?"

"... hit it."

"Wow! How do you know?

Forminey looked surprised and Primse glowed her eyes and praised Alphilis. He's just a good face to say how's Alphilis?

"Somehow, until then, if you say so, the hall is gorgeous when you have formines, and the flowers here come alive when you have primes. I don't think so."

"... hehe, that it's an interesting sensibility. I guess that's why you notice my presence, too.

Well, let's talk about me. I was born in a cold village around here. Now it was the plains, but at the time the forest was still deep and the small settlements were dotted using some of the places the forest had opened. It lacked the means to cut through the woods as much as it does now, but there was also a reason why few people needed as large a settlement as Turam. Besides, there were reasons why it was easier to live on a small settlement basis. Even if one settlement is wiped out, the others flee to consolidate their defenses while the demons devour that settlement. It was a time to live like that.

The head of our settlement was a woman. She was a strange woman now that I think about it. We survived if we ran away as she instructed, and we were able to survive without so much horror. The settlement only had about 10 small people living in it, but we repelled it if it was a small herd of demons, and there were no shepherds outside of epidemic disease or life expectancy. Instead, the village chief also did not allow the new inhabitants of the settlement. I'm sure he was some kind of witch, too. "

"Didn't you have any traits as a witch?

"No. There's only one thing. A man who visited our settlement on several occasions called the village chief by the same name. Yes, 'Mother'. That's what I called it.

It was a peaceful life, but eventually we had a turning point. Arnelia came trying to expand his forces. They have planned to create cities in settlements including ours as a base for the Northern offensive. I don't remember the details when I was just a kid. I just remember a beautiful woman with golden hair talking to the village chief over and over again. The conversation became an argument at times and only the village chief did not seem to agree with Arnelia. Eventually, however, the village chief entrusted us to Arnelia and disappeared. I haven't seen the village chief since.

I don't know what discussion there was then. For now, we were generously protected by Arnelia once. But it was supposed to be safe to be protected by robust positions and tenacious warriors, and we got caught up in a long battle and died with one, one more. Arnelia managed to drive the demons out and pioneer this area, but by the time the terrain was closer to now, my fellow settlers had fallen below half.

Then the current location of Tarram has long been Arnelia's front-line base - and when the main unit went further north and west, this location became influx of people as a backward support location. That's the beginning of the tarram. In the midst of the survival of our settlement, the men began to divide the work of each of Tarram, and the women were left behind. I was desperate to do something to keep them alive, but I could only crack myself up about what we could do.

I studied desperately to see if there was anything I could do. I read and fished for whatever books I could get, and heard anything I could remember in a bedtime story with a man. And by the time I realized how old I was, I was awake to my abilities as a witch. It's very simple that I noticed. When I spilled water thinking which way I was going, the stain pointed in one direction at the same time. That was all.

It was just hard after that. A woman who never gets old can't stay in one place. The times were when the witch hunt even took place. I desperately hid my identity and repeated my life of returning to Tarram regularly while wandering the continent. I used to lead a bunch of stray whores around that time. It was about 300 years ago that one or two of my fellow witches got together and were able to run a whorehouse while taking turns. It was just after that that the whorehouse grew by the time it was called one of the best in Tarram. Using my powers was not a big problem in itself. Sometimes I work in a whorehouse as Luvere, but I keep the order of Tarram for a long time. "

"You didn't think to leave Tarram?

"I don't think so."

Levere ran out of words.

Continued