The Branded Female Fencer

"Is it the magic of captivity?

"Exactly. But if you don't, that's the fight until you die, right? This is the only way to stop it without killing it. I'll settle the game in the first place."

Looking ahead Brandio sent a glimpse, he saw several Arnelian church officials bearing the mark. They formed invisible positions from the audience, each exercising mass sorcery.

Whenever Miranda exercised witchcraft to capture the movements of the Demon King, this time things are not as powerful but invisible. If you have no witchcraft in mind, you may not even notice it in this way.

Alphilis sighed. I know the aristocratic viewing seats are on the upper level and separate the entrance and exit from the lower general population, but I thought there were too many private seats. If you care about that, you can also place a sorcerer and perform the sorcery of captivity in a group and stop the movements of those who do not conform to Arnelia's will.

"On the palms of Miranda and Miriazal from the beginning, or? That's what I knew."

"As bad as you think, those two aren't? No worries if you're ready, do it? Besides, the competition ends properly. After that, I don't know."

"Reward ceremony?"

The award ceremony for the winning prize, Levantine, is not scheduled to be open to the public. I knew it, but Arnelia wouldn't expose Levantine to anyone. Naturally, though, the Alphilis idea, which I was so thankful to offer Levantine, was apparently convenient.

Now Brandio whispers to Alphilis.

"Go away already. Orlu is appropriately taken by Wye. Your wound shouldn't be shallow either. You should treat her in the infirmary and join the meeting."

"Thank you for your concern. But my employer, honestly, may not need my help."

"No, it's supposed to be rough today. I think you should join us."

"- You got something?

Brandio pushed the back of the alphilis as he raised the edge of his mouth to the depth of meaning. Alphilis is examining possible Arnelian officials involved, but Brandio is also the most mediocre man of origin on the pilgrimage. But my instincts told me that the subject was the most difficult to understand.

After Alphilis pulled up, other competitors were sending various gazes to Alphilis in the holding room. Respect some, doubt some, and scorn others. Alphilis returned to the painting he had occupied so as not to be aware of them, under various gazes.

In the holding room, Larna, who had kept her waiting as a squire, had her turn to pack.

"Congratulations on your victory first"

"Thanks"

"Kind of hurts your peripheral gaze"

"Naturally. From around you, many people would consider it cowardly to prepare such a stage to fight. I don't think it's cowardly to devise and win to an extent that doesn't violate the rules, but for someone who wants to prioritize perseverance in battle, a way of fighting like me would only show up out of the way.

Sometimes you'll be jealous of the honor, the profit, that you get from winning over the content. If Jaeger is believed to have a connection to Arnelia, let alone a lot of people who suspect he's being molested.

Better than that, Larna, okay?

Alphilis, hey, I'm gonna call Larna with my fingers. And I paid my legs to kneel in front of me, and suddenly I rolled up my clothes and I got belly out, so Larna blushes.

"Hey, Alfie, I'm in trouble! In this place..."

"What is wrong with you? Look at the wound."

"Is it a scratch? Right, ha-ha-ha, this is terrible."

"Maybe you even have muscles. I'm glad it didn't even reach my gut. With your intestines sticking out, then winning won't do you any good."

"What are you talking about stupid"

Larna perceived the meaning of Alphilis' actions in an attempt to provide first aid on the spot. This is the holding room. Alphilis was the first in the Tensei match. If there may be opponents here to fight ahead, you can't let them hold your weaknesses.

There is nothing directly healing wounds in the sorcery that Larna can use. It is painkiller at best. When Larna took the blood suppression out of her nose and applied it gently to her wound, she magically provided pain relief so that no one would notice.

When Alphilis hides the wound as if nothing had happened, he tries to leave the holding room intact. There was someone stopping by there.

Continued