The Branded Female Fencer

"Yeah? The boy sure..."

A big man in white clergy suddenly appeared in front of me. Layer that looked familiar to me on that face, but I can't remember right away. He was paid his legs with the sheath of one of his swords in an attempt to change direction so as not to be hit while he was distracted. Layers were surprised that they couldn't even react, confirming who sheathed out as they took the reception. I've never seen it in person, but I also found out to lay people that it's blackhawk in costumes.

The old man yelled at the layer with an intimidating voice as he stared at the layer.

"Kid, it would be dangerous. Run underneath at that speed and you'll know what happens when you bump into it!?

"... you're right, I'm sorry"

Layer looked devoured for a moment, but quickly regained his mind and thanked him and apologized. Seeing that attitude, Betts also nodded calmly again.

"If you get it, fine. Sometimes, kid, it's the wind of the sword you're after, huh?

"! Why did you do that?"

"I've seen it nearby. Stop it, I didn't feel like killing you. That's a snake. If the wind of the sword is serious, the area is surrounded by killing. I'm not serious. I just can't follow you."

"For what?"

Layer's head spins at high speed. What flickered in its head was the human crisis around it. When his hot head cooled down like he had been watered cold, Layer tried to run again, forgetting what Betts had said earlier. Before its eyes, suddenly two young women appeared and blocked their hands going.

"I found it."

"Is that what this kid is?

"My demon says no doubt about it. You're one of the guys who did the bandrass."

There was a woman dressed in loose Oriental-style clothing and a woman who stopped the bird-like demon on her shoulder in a twisted robe. The demon of use had a cat face on the body of the bird if it looked good, and it was obvious that it was a synthetic beast (chimera). My ear hurts when the user demon laughs at me.

An oriental woman strapped her shoulder. He was exposed to his chest, and if you look closely, he had a small sword on his lower back.

"What do we do? Want to do it?"

"I won't do it. I didn't get a job like that, and no, there's only one thing to do."

A woman with a good robe then approached the layer. I can't feel the hostility, but the layers were wary of its unique atmosphere. The magician-like woman observed wandering around and licking the layers.

"Phew... no magic elements. I have an interesting sword, but that's all. He's a normal boy, no matter what you look at him from anywhere. May I ask how you defeated Banderas?

"Do you have an obligation to answer?

"No, there isn't, is there? Surely it's not fair to just ask for me. Then it's a city like this, and if you answer me, why don't you just hang out with us?

"Oh, man. I'm not gonna do it, am I?

"We're both asking for information, so we're equal around there, right? Look, boy, what do you want to do?

Layer was impoverished by the sudden offer to reply. As the woman glanced in to hasten the answer, I felt the layer's head shake about. When the layer found out it was magic, it was a little late. I can't help but take my gaze off. There, Betts' sword was stretching out all the time, blocking his sight.

"You were certainly a disciple at Sheva the Wise. If you do it, it's not magic."

"... that kind of thing. You're Mr. Betts from Blackhawk. Do you know this girl?

"No, am I the one you know? You're as sloppy as ever, Lord Kranze the Witch. You ruined my beauty."

That's what I said and said hello. I saw Grossfeld's face, and Kranze's face clouded for a moment. But as soon as he regained his smile, he was pulling back quickly.

"Was Father Pervert with you? My butt would turn bright red if I acted perverted. I'm leaving, Shirato."

"Oh, oh."

The Blackhawk faces were decent after seeing the two lightly retired, but only Betts was poking Grossfeld small.

"Hey, you knew him?

"I used to beg for teaching. Well, I did a little bit, but I left a 'I can't keep up with perverts' or something. Why."

"What did you do?

"What she disobeyed her teachings, did you snap her ass about a hundred times? With a roper."

"That tentacle creature? Well, that's your fault."

"You have no problem hitting a woman with your bare hands?

"If there's a problem, it's in your head."

While being evacuated by Betts, Grossfeld advised laymen.

"Go now, boy. Don't get involved with her any more. As you can see from the demon of use, she is also a woman removed from the coven of witches because of a lack of ethics. It's best not to get involved."

"Thank you for your advice"

Layer thanked him lightly and left early. Betts asked Groesfeld again as he saw what lay behind him like he was no longer here in his mind.

"You know him?

"A little. It's Valsas' favorite."

"Then why don't you just go with it? I paid for my legs earlier, but I didn't roll around to get a passive. It's not normal reaction speed. That makes a good warrior."

"How long in your view?

"Isn't talent endlessly close to Valsas? And then what battlefield will you love and whether you have a mentor? Whether you can win or not will also have a characteristic problem. Oh, oh, you look like such a monster. What a gifted kid, you want to work out some more. You're quite old now, but you can't just stay ahead of the win. Before I grow old, I wonder how long I can keep my body satisfied to fight five bodies?

"Haven't you just said that for almost a decade now? You're a monster, too."

Grossfeld grinned bitterly, but Betts just laughed as he rubbed his jawbeard.

And Kranze, who had left, was grazing his chest. White Vine was asking Kranze strangely.

"Why did you pull it off so lightly? Sure, Master Sheva told me to find out who did it, but I thought it meant catching or killing the other four disciples."

"... I don't think Sheva Old has very good feelings for Banderas. So even if you want to know who did it, you won't need to strike even a vendetta. If you can kill me, you can kill me, but you don't have to risk it."

"Danger? Betts? If I had, at least I wouldn't have had to worry about getting hit."

"Well, Shirato's magic would go quite well with it. It's that perverted priest who's in danger. He's supposed to be dealing with the Sorcery Society as the ruler of the substantial Olunpus. As a magician, you may consider yourself to be the number one contemporary. Sheba the Wise also has a glance, he's a great magician. Because of him and Valsas, Blackhawk survives without great damage and without being set up from black magicians or Orimpas. I don't think there's enough of us to count the members who know about it."

"That much? I had no idea."

"That's the horrible thing about Grossfeld. He doesn't like to fight in principle, but he is extremely cold on the person he perceives to be dangerous. I also escaped because I realized Grossfeld had compromised the magic I was studying, didn't I? Because I'm not sure I can beat him at all. If that boy is Grossfeld's best friend, it might be dangerous to lay hands on him."

"Then is it the other one?

"What about you, too? Well, there's two of us who went over there, so no matter how much we give up, it's gonna be a fight."

Kranze smiled irresponsibly, so White Vine didn't know how to fit in and left it there.

Continued