The Branded Female Fencer

"The idea is good. But not to that extent."

Serpent was smashing Doom with his right hand. Doom's consciousness had been lost to the shock of crushing every evil spirit that had converged. Upon confirmation that Doom had lost consciousness, Sarpent revived the waterway that had been frozen and summoned purified water. We thought that the water we have today was not enough to purify these evil spirits.

Sarpent carefully surrounded Doom and Osiria, asking questions.

"Well, I'm going to purify you guys. Exactly instantaneously it won't be possible, but it will only take some time to extinguish for a strong amount of sloppiness. You may be going to suffer, but is there anything left to say?

"I don't. Instead, what about you?

"Why me? Leaving behind what?

"This doom certainly doesn't have the sense to fight, and you can't say you're smart. Honestly, some black magicians are insulted. But the evil spirits that are mixed with humans learn. And only bad wisdom works better than anyone else.

You think this weak, cowardly man with no chance of winning will come out in front of a true dragon?

I did not defend it, but rather it was too late for the moment when Sarpent guessed the intent of the spicy Osirian opinion. In the part where Sarpent put his body out on the ground, a woman stood. Sarpent was frozen to that appearance as if time had stopped.

"F, Fairtoose...?

"Serpent"

When Fairtoose whispered in a gentle and sweet voice, there was no room for Sarpent to care when Fairtoose appeared in the place. It's just that Fairtoose is the same beauty as it was when we broke up in the swamp, and no, it was accompanied by beauty and luster until it could be described as demonic, and it appeared before the serpent. If Sarpent could have understood that the beauty was different than before, he might have reacted a little differently, but Sarpent knew too little about the emotion of affection.

As the fluffy and floating Fairtoose came before Sarpent's face, Fairtoose held him gently to that cheek. They were just softly feeling each other's body temperatures, as they forgot that it was now a battle, etc.

"- Fair, why are you here?

"You said you'd come see me when everything was cleared up, didn't you? That's why I'm here."

"Well... it's been a while since I've seen it. It's still beautiful."

"I'm... yeah"

Fairtoose rode the head of Sarpent's nose and gently stroked his lid. It's a hard distance to be too close to see Fairtoose's face, but you can't be hallucinating. I'll leave Sarpent to be stroked. At that time, I would have noticed the Serpent abnormally if I had looked more closely at the look on Fairtoose's face.

Fairtoose's expression also resembled that of a carnivore when he saw intolerable favorites in front of him.

"Serpent, you..."

"Yeah?"

"Very - yeah, it looks very tasty"

Suddenly the sight of the Sarpent stained bright red, and it dimmed shortly afterwards. The Sarpent's understanding of what happened was due to the intense pain in both eyes and the feel of Fairtoose's arms entering the eyeball.

Sarpent roared, but he never paid for Fairtoose. Even if he knew from the beginning that the woman in front of him was not Fairtoose, Sarpent could not harm what looked like Fairtoose.

The appearance of a man-eater in a fair-tooth appearance becomes distorted. Maneater, who had changed his lower body like a snake and turned his wings on his back and arms into six, even tasted the serpent well when his left arm caught his eye.

"Oh - yummy. It's better than any delicious ingredient I've ever eaten. I wonder if the dragon species is still powerful."

"Fe, Fairtoo..."

"You idiot, there's no such thing as a white witch in this world. What I ate. Yeah, I'll just tell you one thing. It was hilarious to endure despair with so much fortitude, so you ate a little while alive, didn't you? Still around the loss of both right legs, I called you by your name while you were playing tricks. He said he really wanted to see you, so I told him all about the secrets, knowledge, and power of a witch. So, look."

Around the belly of the maneater, the meat mass thrives. That chunk of meat changed to Fairtoose's face, but naturally it can't even look like a sarpent. So Maneater slapped the meat chunks and urged them to speak up. And with a trembling voice, he finally moved his mouth.

"Serpent... I'm sorry"

"... wow, wow, wow!"

Hearing an apology squeezed out by Fairtoose, Sarpent's cries echoed into the gray skies of the swamps.

Continued