The Branded Female Fencer

"(No, I'm an idiot. You expect all this movement, and you're telling me you're guessing?

"Totemoganjo. Hometeyal"

"Don't lick it!

Wictrier was trying so hard to get his thoughts around while defending himself. If we retreat, we will be subdued at once. Otherwise, Victoria forcefully packed the time. Every blow on the stick isn't powerful enough to prune Victoria's consciousness. Victoria was ready for damage, crushing the intermission and trying to forcefully bring it into supermelee.

Given the length of the stick, I wouldn't be able to shake it in my nostalgia, and worst of all, I thought that if it was a fight, it would work out with a difference in strength. But the stick still beat Victoria very rarely, even if it packed more time than the waving length of the stick. If you look closely at how this could happen, Orlu was holding the stick short when he did it in his hand, freely changing the intermission.

"(What a barb... but still!

He managed to maintain a grumpy consciousness and tried to dive low in a tacky position so that Victoria could push Orlu down. At that moment, Victoria's consciousness was completely dimmed.

There is no way for Victoria to know what happened. But the surrounding audience watched Orlu's feet kick Victoria's face brilliantly. And it's not a blow, it's a high-speed riot. As far as Roch counted, seven kicks were hitting Victoria at a time. No matter how sturdy Victoria was, it was difficult to stay conscious if a seven-degree kick was placed in her jaw.

"Is there a battle?"

"Seriously. I didn't know Victoria would touch it."

Roch shook his head unfortunately, and Rhine groaned just saying he saw something incredible. And Cherio added.

"You mean no one can attack the southern front because of that? After all, humans don't insult you."

"You, you knew?

"It was a rumor. But there were rumors that the Warriors of Wanu Yoda were dealing with other monsters, not beasts. I don't know what that is."

"Well, I'd like to talk to you for once."

"Souka, Narabaki Kaceteyal"

Orlu stood beside the Rochers who spoke of it at some point. Surprised to be approached as if without signs, the two beasts accidentally set themselves up, but only the line laid relaxed.

"Is that Alphilis?

"Sakihod, Scoshihana Sita. Me is Sametara, Chang and Hanashi, Srl"

"I don't mind that, but what proof do you have that you're not the enemy?

"Dicinlyn's Sensi is a leech. Mane is a sinai. Shauko is Nye, but Warewalle is Didi Calamity and Tata Kattekita"

Calamity, Rhine was intrigued by what he called his name.

"I see. Then I'll keep my weapon, and I'll let you put some restraint on it because it's magic. If that's all right with you, I hope you come."

"Kamawanai. Dehakoyoi, Mata"

Orlu said that, leaving lightly. From a grand attitude in front of the two beast generals, they are young but already drifting something like style. From the looks of it, it didn't look so different from Alphilis, but I found myself getting in here with something like readiness.

Rhine wanted to know and took Orlu's offer.

"Oh man, nobody and he cheer me up"

Diore was sighing as he watched each game. But the expression was bright, and I could see that I was enjoying it like an audience again.

With Diore's experience, I can't remember a unified martial arts tournament with so many strong men. Though it shows a certain authority and exuberance with proxy wars in various countries, it has been a long time since the tournament was so overwhelmed by a strong hue of battle as noblemen and marquis.

Especially as long as it was in Diore's memory, the winner was roughly in the same face, and some of them, like eight hundred chiefs, had decided in advance which one would win. Diore did not let us bring politics to the battlefield, even though there are some things that cannot be done given the power relations of the nations.

But more mercenaries were relentlessly defeating knights and fighting each other in this tournament. That's not a very desirable circumstance to have a place for the mercenaries to gain experience, but Diore was also welcome as the tournament was booming. Though it turned out surprisingly that of the 64 remaining so far, there were only five knights of Alexandria. That has also been lost so far by the two of us, and Diore's prediction was that we should have one person left but ourselves.

I'm not alarmed about my opponent either.

"Dear Diore, next."

"Oh."

"I don't think Lady Diore will give it to you when it's a demon, but what's your prediction?

An older person asked a slightly less bottom-line question, but one that understood all of Diore's feelings. Diore replied with a thin laugh.

"Dilm, don't ask me what I understand. I have no guard. It's always me who wins, and the other guy will be the demon, but he'll be the demon king, but it's no different. But you don't want to thank them for being a monster?

"Ha, excuse me for this"

"They're popular. We'll be the villains this time around."

Diore replied thinking about his next opponent, but that's when Diore's eyes saw just the sight.

Continued