The Branded Female Fencer

Levere speaks to a young man dripping fishing lines for a single fountain in it.

"Master, are you fishing again?"

"This is the best way to train mentally. But it wasn't for you, was it, Levere?"

"I prefer knitting. Do you want to give a nostalgic story and even blossom in old stories?

"Time is often good, but I don't like you. Visit me. Let's hear the requirements first."

"The story is quick and helpful. The old man has a long story to tell."

"Sometimes I wonder if I can fit the young."

When Groundgal put the fishing line aside, he made sure to make a call to the lake to make the water table and chair appear. Are you used to Luvere, too, sitting on it without hesitation? I don't see how it works or how my clothes get wet.

And when Earthgal slapped his hand, a fairy-shaped user demon carried his drink as he fluttered. Earthgal drank it deliciously, but Levere politely refused.

"'The Artificial Fairy (Ferrario)'? Still researching the creation of life?

"No, I stopped that one. I know I can create it, but I know if I watch Anomaly, it won't end up in a lot of ways. Fairies are demons of use that have only a certain function. You don't drink more tea than that?

"I've been poisoned about twice by you. I will not speak of any beverage or food you serve."

"It's terrible. For once, on purpose, but for once, it's an accident, right? I didn't think you could magically detoxify (detoxify) that much poison. You should learn a little more about general purpose magic. [M] Witch clubs are so distorted, but you guys have a problem with not doing well.

Almost all of them are dead. You guys have to take care of this from now on, don't you?

"I'm not going to hold a tournament."

"Witches of basic attributes will continue to be born unless that is what the earth dies and the Spirit dies. Unless there is a protective function called the Regiment, the Sorcery Society will occupy the witches that will be born. You must know the end of the witch being used. Can you turn away from that fact?

"... that's what I hate to say"

"Hehe, it's what they hated. He's one of the few disciples I've ever had."

That said Earthgal was laughing lonely. Luvere is also a mentor and hates this Earthgal thing, which is also said to be the head of the mentor. Sure, I have taught in using my abilities as a witch, but I don't recall being coached a lot. They are taken to the Nest of Warcraft on a whim and left behind. Until the magic is depleted and unconscious. He was drunk without any foretaste of the poison, and he had also burned his room to sleep. Life with Earthgal was a lot to learn, but if you're not motivated by yourself, you won't move for a year with the fishing line hanging. Even when I left the workshop gently and became independent, I didn't seem to realize that for three years. Here's why no matter how good the mentor is, he's no longer even looked at from the public or from the sorcery society's power feud. They're all abandoned, and public common sense doesn't work at all.

Levere couldn't even keep up with Earthgal like that, and he jumped out of the workshop. Levere certainly doesn't know anything about this master who barely speaks of himself. The disciple may not have been alone in his earlier mouth, but I had never heard any rumors without traces like the other disciples, nor had I ever accounted for them in a few secret arts.

If that's possible, I don't even want to see your face. There's a reason you visited the person.

"There are a few things I'd like to confirm. How could you not be in a crisis in Tarram?

"Hehe, you look scared. Did anyone close to you die?

"Please don't make fun of me. The end of this one was about the fourth damage, counting from the better, given the driving of the alphilis, but with you it would have been less. Don't you?"

"No, you're not. If I care about that, it's easy to get rid of that evil spirit, that bandrass, even the masked tutor and the sword wind"

"Then why?"

"Different perceptions of the crisis"

When Earthgal sounded his fingers properly, various sights, not tarrams, shifted to the water surface of the spring. I didn't immediately know what it showed, Levere, but eventually I realized one thing in common.

"Is this... a battlefield across the continent?

"Yes, well, including small scale feuds, but there's been a war in a dozen places just to figure it out right now. Actually, it's been all these decades. Do you have any idea what this means?

"... that's too much"

"Exactly. Unlike you, who should only think about Tarram, our mentors observe events all over the continent. Extremely speaking, I love Tarram, but even I think I can burn down the hall as long as I'm safe. It's hard to put all this magic back together, but it's not like you can't.

We have been examining and drawing conclusions about this event since before the Witch Regiment was held. We are also where opinions are divided. Will you cooperate with, disagree with, or bypass the Orange? By the way, I'm a bystander, but the most people are the ones who offer to cooperate. In fact, we're already working together. "

"A foolish, order-minded mentor takes on a single stick of killing?

"What order, I mean. Some mentors even recognize that humans are disturbing order. The Sorcery Society's Tetrastine was doing well around it, but the leaders of the new Sorcery Association don't seem to be that smart. I have also been embarrassed to be cautious about the obvious act of cooperation, which is also difficult inside. It was inevitable because the Orange Bull, originally the Five Wise Men, was a great indicator for our mentors."

"Because..."

"You're still young, Levere."

When Earthgal rang his fingers, now the faces of some of the characters came to mind. Except for Alphilis, Levere was an unknown face.

Continued