The Branded Female Fencer

- The silver-haired women who drift - the old women who pray - the women in line - the princess of war who is worshipped - the length of her hair represents strength - the missing full moon - the princess of war who sinks into the coffin of water - the time when she wakes up is the beginning of the end -

"(I'll pick you up when the time comes, my daughter)"

Renatica's consciousness returns all the time. When I was falling, there was a layer of faces in front of me holding myself. But more concerned than that...

"... Mother?

"Luna, are you okay? Did you remember anything about my mother?

Renatica pushed the layer silently and managed to get up.

"... it's not very okay. Now a huge amount of footage is coming through my head. Organize a little."

Renatica had a terrible headache, but had to sort out the footage that had flown earlier. The same goes for my birth (roots), but I think I remembered something very important. Important things to do with yourself, your future, and your people.

Remembering, Renatica has gradually blued.

"... oh dear. We have to go to the star reader's scholar."

"What's going on?

"The next time the white moon is lacking, the princess of war of the Silver clan awakens. When you wake up, it's over. Nobody wins."

"Wait, I can't see the story. What are you talking about?

Layer thought Lunatica was still confused, but apparently Lunatica is big serious. When I whip him to the mellow body, he tries to leave the room.

"You can't escape the fate of blood. Not if you're doing this."

"Wait!

Layers spread their hands to control Lunatica. Renatica today doesn't have enough power to push the layers away.

"Step aside, layer"

"No, you're not going anywhere. Whatever I say, if it involves us, we should all work it out. There are many dependable warriors and witches in this mercenary regiment. Gather their strength and we'll figure it out."

"That's not the problem! The Silver Clan is a weapon created to obliterate an extra earthly presence. How do you think humans could have won from the brink of annihilation during the war? Nothing more than because the silver clan wiped out too many more demons behind it.

Now it's human's turn. Too many people are erased. "

"What?

The layer accidentally let go of Lunatica. Renatica slips out of the gap.

"It's not an aurangeable place. I have to do what I can."

"Let me hear one thing. Is Luna one of those silver clans?

Renatica mumbled at Layer's inquiry. Put aside a moment and Lunatica answers.

"... I think so. No, I'm sure it is."

Renatica didn't say the key thing then. The pinnacle of the warrior of the silver clan, the question of whether that is not his own mother. And there were those who called themselves' heirs of silver '. I wonder if that word supports the truth.

But at the same time, there are people who know who they are. Including that, I wanted to move immediately, but the next layer of words stopped Lunatica.

"Then you'll be our enemy?

"It's - I don't know. I'm sane now. But I have a hunch. When the Princess of War wakes up, it is possible that my consciousness will be taken. It's not about your will, maybe you're on the other side."

"That may also have measures. If that happens automatically, I won't bother picking you up."

"Pick me up?"

"Oh. The woman who came to give me that necklace said if I won two more times, I'd hit it. The hair color was short black hair, but you're dyeing it. I wonder if she's not a family of silver."

Renatica was appalled that the hand of another clan was reaching out, and she was often unable to move. I couldn't tell what was right after this.

"Vatruka, where's the tail?

"Gemyaka, why are you here? There would have been another errand."

A short haired woman - a girl came near me before a woman called Vatruka who gave the necklace to the layer. Likewise dyed black, the hair is slightly longer than the shoulder mouth and looks like an even smaller girl than Elsia.

He carried an incompatible stick on his back. The patterned part is long and the tipped metal sphere is as good as a person's head. If I could swing it, it would lightly crush people's heads. The girl, called Gemyaka, grinned and looked around.

Continued