The Branded Female Fencer

"Ugh."

"Hih."

The great army of humans and beasts, or two warriors of flexion who are not frightened even in front of the Demon King, scream small. Gemyaka and Vatruka, under so much pressure, just have to nestle with cold sweat.

I heard a small voice from behind it, really whispering softly.

"Both of you... to me... to cooperate"

Power goes further into your hands with that voice. Of course I'm not allowed to say no. When they shook their heads vertically as they trembled, the pressure from behind them eased a little.

"I'll be in touch again... if I keep up with my plans... I'll see something interesting tomorrow... lots of people die..."

"Well, what does that mean?"

Vatruka tried to squeeze his courage and ask questions, but by the time he looked back behind him, Chaska's signs and appearance had already disappeared.

But I halfway understood what had happened to Vatruka. The ability of Chaska to tell and hear, and the appearance in Titania's holding room. There is only one conclusion.

"Gemyaka, be prepared"

"What?

"Tomorrow, you'll unseal Titania. This venue is going to be hell."

Vatruka's expression, told him with a glimmer of sweat from his forehead, was always increased and faceless.

The match venue, which collapsed due to Frau's powers, had been repaired as soon as possible by Diore. You thought it would take a while to leave it to the tournament side, and Diore went in on his own and did the repairs with the magic of the earth.

What is surprising is that instead of collecting and repairing crushed fragments, we have created a new arena. It was reproduced almost without the madness of dimensions to the height, size, and appearance.

The audience was also greatly enlivened by this, and the sight of the Spirit Knight of the earth was at stake. Diore said,

"It's an application of the Earth Tsunami (Earth Wave). Just a little trick, not otherwise difficult"

that, but all who had the heart of the earth's magic roared.

"Is that something you can control so finely?

"No, it's time to maintain the enchantment that occurred. In the first place," The Earth Tsunami "is not that kind of magic."

"It's magic that moves forward with activation. What can I do to do that?"

The sorcerers argued orally, but it would have been about witches and alphilis who could see why.

"I saw something good."

"Yes. After the magic startup, you forced it to stop. It's easy to say with your mouth, but you can't be a regular magician. If you do not have much affinity with the Spirit, you will be harmed by the angry Spirit"

"I don't know because you won't get this much output with science and magic, and no fool would incorporate a startup formula that stops magic to develop the technique. That's not a normal idea."

"And the construction of the surface is brilliant. I can't believe how uniform it is without making fun of it. You practiced so distracting."

Larna, Muscade and Closess had spoken out their thoughts. He expressed his feelings as he gazed at the arena where Alphilis could be serious.

"I guess Kagi is serious enough to make about 10 shits. I should be practicing like I'm not 10,000.

That's why I could imagine. I can almost accomplish my prospects. That was a detour, Diore-Nightroad-Brigandi. "

"What do you mean?

Alphilis only left a thoughtful grin on Larna's words. Alphilis usually thinks a lot of things at this time, but there was nothing that Rana and the others could tell us about it yet.

And the venue where we could do it had a third game of competitors out there. Vanessa vs Aerial - how many of them would have been in this venue, knowing, in a way, that they were two in contrast?

Seeing the two confronting each other over the arena, it was Whisper who was slightly more emotional.

"Now, a woman blessed with talent but unlucky, and a woman so fortunate that all sorts of things set in without asking. Which one of you wins?

And more interested in the presence of Aerial than Whisper was Banessa of the day.

"(I've looked into the results of how to win, and the bow and skill department, but you're the kind of person that fate loves. not like me)"

Banessa's birth was a series of misfortunes, not to mention unhappiness. Banessa wasn't poor enough to have trouble eating, but she wasn't even good enough to hire a small piece. His father sent Banessa to a rural academy while cutting down on his living expenses, and Banessa also lived up to expectations. An arrowhead with permission that Vanessa's grades would allow her to attend an urban academy, her father was attacked by a warcraft and died. When Banessa was 8 years old.

Losing her father made her life tough, and Banessa had to give up her academics. I worked out my body while I earned money, and if it was about the warcraft that attacked the village, I could easily repel it by counting 10 with my bare hands. It would have been great, but Cold Village's young baton never caught anyone's eye.

Registration was made possible for guilds when they reached the age of 13, but in the first place in the province of Banesa they could not receive a crusade request until they had reached adulthood. Adults are 18 years old in the region of Banessa. Until then, it was only thorough basic training, such as lower work, combat training, and minimal academia. Thus the number of mercenary deaths was extremely low in the province of Banessa, but only shackled for the overwhelmingly talented Banessa.

When I graduated from the Basic Training Institute with overwhelming grades and had the strength not to be suitable for even a faculty member to put together against me, my mother collapsed after overwork. He was diagnosed with lung visceral disease and Vanessa's neck stopped spinning at the cost of medication and the cost of getting decent medical attention. As a mercenary, he graduated and his dream of making a name for himself disappeared. And because her mother's disease was infected, she was also refused admission to an urban clinic.

It was Whisper who reached out to Banessa, who also thought about selling himself to Tarrum. Vanessa had no choice but to say no, and until her mother passed away at 27, Vanessa was not given the opportunity to use that talent for herself. But Banessa never considered herself unhappy. Villagers who don't take it out of the maid and put it properly on my mother's care. All my colleagues in the tavern and my guild reps feel good about it. Guests can also rub at times, but basically favor Banessa. Still, I can't help but think if it was sometimes a life where I could wield my talents as I wish.

And in front of me, there is an aerial that hesitates to wield its power at its own will. I don't even think I hate him, but Banessa was in a complicated mood.

"(I know you're not a bad kid... but you're a little impossible to like. I was going to be pretty ambitious. I'm not unrelated to jealousy either)"

Now Aerial also looks like the stray cleared, but I can still see the troubled part. You can also extract all of the opponent's subtle statuses from a battle-state Vanessa. Whether breathing is shallow, body condition, or nervous. When I do poorly, I feel like I can even hear it in my heart.

That's not why I'm alarmed. Banessa never takes the unconsciousness. That's what Banessa herself and Whisper know. That's why even the two of us fighting didn't know that fortune sometimes comes down in a way that exceeds expectations.

Continued