The Branded Female Fencer

"... so Vasquez is dead?

"is here"

Vasquez, who suddenly fell in the holding room, was confirmed dead and his remains lay in one of the emergency rooms. There Miranda and Alberto were visiting.

One holding room became temporarily noisy, but the upset wasn't as widespread as I thought. Maybe this is also because of Vasquez's vice, or maybe no one spared that death. Without the need for information control, the shock had subsided to such an extent that it was rumored among the competitors. The fact is, even the competition that dropped the blade wasn't because there weren't any dead people in history.

So Titania's responsibility was no longer pursued. Because it was not a death during the competition, but an accident after the declaration of victory was made. Therefore, there is no cancellation of Titania's participation, and it is possible to compete in the Tensei match.

What the hell happened? Miranda came here to reveal the facts.

"I'll take a test. Aside from the eagle and Alberto, please go outside."

"But..."

"Just to tell you the truth, do you want to see it? He just died, so maybe blood will splash."

When Miranda gently threatened, both the ambulance and the knight rushed out. Miranda took the cloth that was covered in Vasquez, and Vasquez did sleep there immobilized.

"Have you seen any trauma? Alberto, did you see what Titania did?

"No, I didn't see anything. The sword muscle is gone, even the killer."

"I missed the observation, too. It's humiliating that you don't even know what the hell you did... with all that grandeur in your eyes."

Miranda was touching Vasquez's body, but soon noticed an anomaly.

"The middle of your body... is it off?

"What does that mean?

"The contents are only severed without trauma. Such an idiot. No, more than that - maybe we can still bring it back."

Miranda was beginning to converge in witchcraft. There are still signs of life, albeit weak. Perhaps Vasquez has been made Tang bamboo for something sharp. But because it was so sharp, the contents have been stuck since they were cut off. My heart is still moving even though I am weak because of it. It's not surprising that the first soldier or ambulance I saw misidentified the death.

"Alberto, stay outside."

"Yes, but"

"You don't have to worry, you don't have to resuscitate me to be able to move right away. More than that, this sorcery is a secret inside. Even Master Miriazal doesn't know about the curse. I don't want to show it to you either.

If the world finds out there's something like this, you can imagine what it would be like, right?

It is commonly referred to as the art of treating Arnelia that brings the dead back to life, but what is realistic is the extent to which prescribing for mild trauma and illness can be properly done. Low-level restorative magic can be substituted with common medicines and the like. High-ranking operators, such as Miriazal, can exercise healing magic to the extent that it appears to be a miracle, but the objects and days applied are limited. Because otherwise the demands of the people will be limitless.

So Miranda can't make it public. What kind of magic can I perform that is close to "resuscitation magic" etc. I don't trust Alberto's personality, but Alberto is a knight of principle. It's not like you don't have to worry about getting your memories stolen.

Alberto silently retreated from the scene when he was greeted. And when Alberto confirmed it was his turn outside the door, Miranda activated the sorcery.

"Well, when it comes to resuscitation, the exercise and timing of multiple sorceries is liver. Well, do you want to try? I'd call it a compliment if it worked, but no one has a miracle observer."

And Miranda smiled bitterly, and took up the act.

"Ugh..."

"Did you wake up?

When Vasquez woke up, it was a white ceiling room. This is Miranda's office in the Deep Green Palace, but it was also hard to bring Vasquez in so far.

The time is already night. There was no possibility of resuscitation without waking up here, but apparently it was a success. Miranda realizes that being sturdy is really talented.

"Do you know the name?

"Ugh... Bass, Kes"

"Where am I?

"I don't know... where are we?"

"What were you doing just before?

"Fight and lose... but you should have been safe... what is this? What's happening?

You've been gradually awakening, Vasquez fell in like a thread cut off trying to wake up his upper body. It seems impossible to get up yet.

When Miranda rang the bell, an orange infarct entered the office.

"Are you calling?

"It's a shaken toughness addition and subtraction, I've already woken up. I can't leave you here like this, so why don't you pick it up over there? I can't even ask the Knights of the Neighborhood for an emergency room for this competition."

"I don't mind that, but it won't be possible to hold us and our troublemakers forever. How long will it take?

"You don't have to worry. I don't think I'm going to break out anymore because I punched in the 'wedge', but I'll leave it with another bunch of guys when the tournament's over. I have an idea."

Orange infarct faded into Miranda smiling, but vanished without sound in a gracious manner. And when I go back with a few of my own men, I try to make sure it's not popular and start transferring.

In doing so, Vasquez asks Miranda.

Continued