The Branded Female Fencer

"... still say no"

"Why? Are you going to go this far and shut up and turn your fingers around?

"No, I'm not going to shut up. But he and I have been friends for thousands of years. It's not as cheap a relationship as you think. I know what he thinks. And the agony that comes with it. I just got certainty about his plan. Watch this swamp from the sky.

Of course I'm going to let you take responsibility. But that's after his plan. No, rather, the Orange Bull might want that. Judgment by my hand. "

"Shit, you're a totally unwilling cunt. They killed my brother-in-law and I cried."

"I didn't say keep it that way. Even now my bowels are boiling back. But you're too old to act on your emotions. I am required to act rationally as the head of the True Dragon and as the administrator of the present continent.

And I want to ask you one thing. You hit this swamp pulse with evil spirits, and you polluted it, didn't you? How did you do that?

"It's..."

Doom answered starkly. Because I didn't want to be noticed. Gwendorf was calmer than I imagined.

"Do you want me to answer that? You know what the Orange Bull plan is. I also know that if this land is contaminated, it will stand in the way of the plan. That's why they contaminated it. I mean, isn't that supposed to include lies in what you just said?

What other lies do you have? I don't trust your words, you evil spirits. "

Gwendorf's words gradually sharpen. Doom was still confronted with Gwendorf without being slight, but suddenly he turned himself over and fled. But Gwendorf, who stood guard, acted fast. Doom was pressed against the swamp with his forefoot, but misted and dodged.

fog occurred around the same time. It was as per a meeting with Tetrastine, but the fog caused Doom to retreat. Doom's words echo around.

"(Too bad, Gwendorf. As someone with the same anger as you, we were going to be friends.)"

"There is anger. But I know what's important. If I can move as my emotions go. Or I may have ridden your invitation, but I am the head of the True Dragon. Responsible for all life on this continent."

"(Huh, throw away the little one and take the big one, huh? Naughty to say the same thing as a human exchanger. You're just like the Orange Bull, think of the little grudge that gets trampled)"

"You are not the stepfather of the evil spirit. How many lives have you trampled on?"

"(I didn't want to do it. I 'm-)"

So the words didn't sound interrupted, but somehow the last sounded most unlike Doom, and also like he had told the truth. But it didn't matter to the angry Gwendorf.

Gwendorf rose to the sky again as he feathered its powerful wings. The fog blows up and the body of the Serpent is exposed.

"This earth needs to be purified again. Forgive my brother-in-law, Sarpent. If there's a world of spirits at the end of the circle or after death, we'll talk again."

Gwendorf threw up his braces with all his might. Before the overwhelming firepower, the swamps are purified for each body of the Sarpent. Gwendorf vanished high in the sky with a sad direction when he saw the ashed sarpent.

After Gwendorf was gone, Doom appeared again. The sludge in the swamp, which is quite far from the earlier point but rises higher due to the fire unleashed by Gwendorf, descends slowly from the overhead. The blast flames, whether to extend to a kilometre high, became clouds, and even the dark marshy skies were found to block more light. Doom looked at the sight with a bitter face, but when Osiria emerged, he returned his expression to his cheerful expression.

"I'm hit, Osiria. He was calm."

"I heard you were a little more short-circuited opponent?

"You mean true dragons even if they rot. Sounds like the Orange Bull said it was the biggest sky (oops) of true dragons, but it wasn't like that. You were right to prepare the means to escape. Instead they took most of the evil spirits, but can't help it"

"That's a hell of a brace of power. And an attack that would wipe out even evil spirits like us. Instead of one town, the country will blow up."

"Oh, not like Dragreo's silver braces again, but with all that shock and power, I can't keep my consciousness. Evil spirits with self are like a collection of consciousness with no form of appearance. If you lose consciousness, you could die.

I'm sure it'll only take me a while to play. "

"Me and Maneater can't."

"I think so. By the way, where's Maneater?

"Over there."

There was a man-eater at Osiria's fingertips. Maneater incorporated a considerable presence in this short period of time. Even though it took considerable time to stabilize after taking in Insomnia, it took in a short period of time to take in Fairtoose, Libidu, Zaratan Road and even Serpent. He was suffering from so-called indigestion.

The figure of the man-eater is distorted, and the skeleton is gradually larger. Insomnia, Libidu, and the warcraft they took in appeared on their backs and heads when they disappeared, and seemed slightly at ease when Fairtoose and Sarpent bumped into each other with a distressed look on their faces. Immediately thereafter, the change in the man-eater stabilized. The fractured body disappears, the body of a glossy woman like Libby Doo and dark hair flowing in pitch-black like Insomnia. And there was the face of Maneater, who would have probably been such a healthy beauty if he had grown up properly.

Man Eater shivered and often looked at himself, turning to Doom.

"It's stable."

"How do you feel about taking it up to the Serpent? I thought I could incorporate that power if I ate just some of it."

"I'm glad it's part of it. That much existence, if I had eaten the whole thing, I might have burst in full by now. No, that's probably what I'm looking forward to."

"You said you could only take in the power?

"Knowledge, too. At the same time, I took in the power and knowledge of Fairtoose. Looks like they went well together, those two. Now I'm quietly asleep inside. It is a good idea to replace a person's body with a cradle or grave mark. Thanks to you, I've become something else."

"So you're not a man-eater?

"It's a man-eater, it's a Libby Doo, it's an Insomnia. And we can share the consciousness of other creatures. I'm the priority, though."

"Then you should change your name as well... right, how about in Designer?

"It doesn't change that you're the main one. Call it what you like. So, would you de-alert me, Titania?

Ahead of Dezeia turned around was Titania, who revealed her vigilance. The hand on the sword pattern seems to have barely broken away.

Continued