The Branded Female Fencer

- A few hours before that...

The Dooms were assembling in front of the swamps. Faces are Doom, Osiria, Maneater, Titania, Tetrastine, and Lissy.

Doom stood on a dead tree and looked down at each one in an attempt to explain the purpose of this assembly.

"You've come together well, everyone. Is this because of my people's desires, too?

"You didn't say anything stupid. Explain it quickly. Who would come without a loan to you?"

"I don't care about anything. But let me ask you something."

"I'm sorry about Nori, already!

Doom saw the reaction of everyone who had cooled down and decided to start explaining it in a boring way. Cerberus, if Gunz were here at this time, it would be somewhat different, but we are in the midst of helping to control the dragon's nest, including Lydil. That would be more of their experience, and just as this task was considered too load-winning.

"Briefly, then. Follow me as I hunt for the True Dragon Serpent now."

"... abruptly again"

"That's where I need a little more explanation."

Exactly. Now everyone's face was changing. Actually, not even Osiria has been informed of the purpose of this one. I kind of imagined it, but I don't know if I came here.

Doom began explaining satisfactorily when he saw their reaction like that.

"My job is to pollute the earth. That would be more convenient for my presence, and purifying the serpent would be very troublesome. This is beneficial for black magicians."

"Wait, now you're moving for the black magician? Do you need that?

"I do. Regardless of the Titania you betrayed, I'm still part of the Black Mage. I don't want to be flattered by Orange Bull, and I want to earn a few points here. I don't know if I can get Bradymaria or Lifeless stared at by Oranzebul."

"But wasn't True Dragon your call not to kill?

"That's convenience until you finish True Dragon. What Oranzebul feared was that the True Dragons would unite and resist. Though Gwendorf would have stuck together, I thought the black magician would be in danger if the True Dragon, said to still exist, struck in a herd.

But there are no more real dragon herds. Peace with the word "temporary truce" doesn't make any sense anymore, and it's the serpent that gets in the way, and you don't think there's any need to keep it alive at all "

"But does it make sense to take the risk and kill on purpose? Wouldn't that be an Orangeable idea?

"That's right. So it is in my interest to earn points and increase the world's uncleanness. There's no other reason."

Titania didn't believe Doom's words, but it was also her desire as a swordsman to try to fight True Dragon once, and thought no further prying was useful. It is also true that Doom owes it.

Tetrastine had no point or significance in just hunting the Sarpent, but a blow from the True Dragon could kill us or ourselves. When I looked at Lissie and confirmed her will, I decided to follow her in silence.

In that sense, in a blind face, Osiria calmly questioned Doom.

"Nevertheless, it could be a hassle later on if you can get caught up in the orange zebul. Are you all right?"

"I can't get my hands off Oranzeble right now. The plan's in the pack, and he's got a lot to do. You won't be able to get out of the workshop for a while. You're supposed to be a black magician for this time."

"Who taught you?

"My dear friend tells me."

Doom triumphed, and Osiria guessed what 'friends' meant.

"What are the odds?

"I have a must-have strategy. Otherwise they won't come."

"Oh, about that. But isn't it counterproductive?

"Well, if not, I'll just put it back out. Still seems to serve a minimum purpose though. Okay, let's go."

Doom either went out for a little while or turned to Sarpent in a light foothold.

And to this day. The swamps and warcraft we encountered along the way didn't even get used to shoulders. Quite a few evil spirits and starches were at least the food for Doom. Doom thinks this place is very cozy.

"You're doing great. If I can't win this, I guess evil spirits retire."

"If you have time for a mess, call me!

Serpent flew a sphere of light out of his mouth. When Doom turned his hair in between, there was a little pile of water columns up far behind him.

Continued