The Branded Female Fencer

"I know as much as the organization is beautiful and doesn't go around. Then Arnelia is strange these days. I can't tell you how strange it is, but it's only because you're a woman who lives on the edge.

Both pilgrimage and sorcery club executives are some of the few athletes in history to know. "

"Well, my hobby is exploring the ruins."

Sheva's hand nearly stopped at Doom's words, but only barely activated the magic.

Sheva turned a caged gaze of hostility, as if she had recognized Doom for the first time.

"Kid, why are you doing that?

"I'm sorry, but eavesdropping and peeping are my hobbies. And because the task was to contaminate the land and collect artifacts, I think some black magicians are familiar with the ruins and artifacts.

Few of them even humans have eyes there, right? Even Arnelia and the Sorcery Society do. So if you look at people who are interested in ruins, you can tell them apart. "

"Well, the search for the ruins will be overflowing with Alliance requests."

"Don't delude me, Granny. None of the materials you use are normal ruins. I'm talking about the 'real' ruins."

Sheva's hand stops at the word. Titania's opponent also forgot, often staring at him to identify Doom.

Seeing that sheba, Doom stumbles on.

"Come on, Grandma. I like women, but they're just too far out of my taste."

"Cut it out, you busty little bastard. But it's also true that I'm somewhat interested. Can't you make a deal?

"If it means anything to me, I'd love to. We have to do something about Titania before then. Do you have the best you can do?

"No, it's enough to get you in trouble at best. I took care of the sword emperor, but if you identify the last of the magic, you won't be able to defeat him."

"Hmm... a little bit, it's a coincidence, but it might work"

"Grandma, let me hear more about that."

Discussions between evil spirits and wise men continued in the fog. In the fog around it turns red, as if it were the color of blood.

And Titania continued her lonely struggle. Normally, a hundred is not a struggling demon. But the more dominated, the more threatening the Crusaders are, the stronger the Lizardman is, and usually is. Yet this terrain, and the wounds it receives, make Titania struggle.

And it was time for me to breathe up, and I realized that the color of the fog had started to change.

"Do you still have something..."

If you notice, Lizardman is gone. But before he could escape the mud at his feet, a red mist loomed.

And the moment I thought I was wrapped in red mist, a severe pain ran into Titania's eyes.

"Guh!?

"(What do you say, come here and just a mist of eyeballs? It's a little rough in there, isn't it?

A teasing Sheva voice sounds. Titania thought we had to do something about the sight being taken away rather than furious. Fortunately, hearing has not been taken away, but the sensors are sealed and the skin sensation is blurred. If the hearing stops working here, the five senses are almost equal to being sealed.

Titania, on the contrary, regained her calm. If they were to set me up here, they would come up with a strong man to be called a trump card. Titania took her place for the first time. With his right hand he bears the great sword on his shoulder, and the great sword on his left is placed on the ground. The surrounding blackpoint swords had increased to six, each repeatedly contracting and expanding to beat.

Titania's senses are sharpened.

"(Vibration from the ground - its number, 2, 3... 5. You're bigger than Lizardman)"

It doesn't look like Titania, but the surroundings were surrounded. It is visible to Doom and Sheva, but surrounded by six sickles, large roaches wrapped around a dull red outer skin. It is a powerful warcraft called Bradymantis, which only inhabits the border. It is a monster that sneaks in without sound and ends its opponent with a sickle that even breaks steel. It is said that the velocity of the sickle rolled out is also close to the sound, making it impossible for even Class A mercenaries to return alive if they are relative from the front.

That's a total of five around the Sword Emperor. Moreover, it is taught and directed by Sheva. Sheva sends an order to the individual.

"Do it!

Under Sheba's orders, a sickle of sound speed strikes at the same time. It was Bradymantis' five sickles that danced through the universe at a moment when it seemed that Titania's five bodies were finely cut into pieces.

"Oh, my God?

"How monstrous is that?"

Doom's surprise is elsewhere, but Bradymantis is an itchless creature. Whether one arm flies or not, it doesn't matter that Sheva's orders continue to be attacked. Even if all the sickles are left and cut off, my neck will fly. And where all Bradymantis' arms and necks had fallen, the doom was shattered.

"If you attack from all directions with reason, you shouldn't hit it. Aren't you even looking at it in the future?

"Not yet!

As Sheva said, a black mass suddenly grew out of Bradymantis's wound, which should have lost all means of attack. The parasite nesting in Bradymantis's body jumps out and attacks the target when the host dies, trying to take over if there is a gap. But even that attack with no warning Titania cut and threw it all away in one blow.

To a flowing sequence of motions, Doom accidentally leaks a sigh, forgetting his grudge.

"Oh, shit. It's amazing for a human being."

"Oh, that's awesome indeed. But there's still something I can do. That's why I'm calling it."

"Is that it?"

"The greatest of our people."

At the same time as Sheba's words, one shadow struck Titania at high speed from the shadow of the mud as Bradymantis collapsed and rolled up. The sharpness of the sword that antagonizes Titania, who reacted where it was, but even knocked off a blow of the Warcraft close to the sound.

Two facing each other across the sword, but a shadow greeted Titania.

Continued