The Branded Female Fencer

"Your Highness, the sword of power chooses its owner. Select a powerful weapon owner. If someone doesn't like it, they can burn it down."

"So is it inappropriate to touch a nagging?

"So there hasn't been an owner out there in hundreds of years. The record shows that Levantine was last used during the war. The owner at that time took his life with only one swing, but instead, he slaughtered (hoffs) every Demon King stronghold with one blow.

A demon sword that needs to be ready for that just to wave. If the rightful owners were out, the continent's map of forces would be repainted. "

"How about a prize for something like that?

"I can't help it. Nobody can own it anyway."

Swendle laughed with his nose, humph.

"Rumor has it that although the once Arnelian Virgin could have had it in her hands, that was the limit. He said his hand sucked just to hand and carried it the best he could. With constant healing magic activated, they finally made it possible to carry it. That's Arnelia's unique skill in healing magic.

Even if the real thing tries to get into someone else's hands, it's probably even appropriate to carry it. In the end Levantine is owned by Arnelia and the right to form alone is delegated. That's all.

I suppose that's why it's so lame. To burn out those who plan not to. "

"I see... but you care"

"What?

"It is a qualification to own a powerful sword. If that's all you choose to own, is there a will? I'd like to ask the sword itself."

Hearing that word of Anneclose, Swendle and Orloage aligned themselves as if they were surprised by each other's eyes, and laughed. When was the first time Anneclose heard my father Swendle laugh?

Swendle was knocking on his knees and nodding.

"You ask the Devil's Sword itself for credentials! I see you didn't have that idea!

"Hey, did I say something strange?

"Yes, because Her Highness the Princess. If that was possible, someone would have qualified by now, wouldn't they?

"But for not trying anything."

Neither did Annecloses to Orloage's allegations, but Swendle unsurprisingly defended Annecloses.

"No, you're absolutely right. Sure, there's something you don't know if you try everything. You're still right to bring you here."

"Huh?"

"Take care of that mindset, Anneclose. Our first generation has overturned the notion that it is useless to defy the forces of demons. It is those who push through what everyone thinks is impossible and who give up, who will be the ones who will come. If you can't make it, you're just a big idiot. Which one are you?

"Regardless, I would like to be the one -"

Swendle observes the expression of the staring Anneclose.

"but?"

"I know how short I am. If it comes down to it, it will be with someone else's help."

"I see, that's not bad either. The more choices you have, the better. Well, I'm feeling very much better. Orlowarge, can I take care of this place?

"Yes. Which way is the king going?

"Let me help you smash the flies loud in the suburbs. It's time for all of our dragon knights to become dull. If we move him somewhat, they'll say what the army is for.

I'll have to sell Arnelia some thanks. "

Swendle flips his coat and takes a seat. Orloage stood it up and sent it out with deep gratitude.

"Welcome, my lord."

"What about me, my king?

"Don't be silly, you don't think you have enough commanders? Join me in command of the army."

"Yes!

To Swendle's suggestion, Anneclose was unworthy of age and heartfelt. Attendance with Swendle, the highest dragon knight (dragon master) and father and king powerful enough to be said to be the resurrection of the first king. The sight I once dreamed of became a reality. Anneclose was following the king, forgetting the abusive actions of his father, and his previous grievances.

"That's weird."

"What's odd, Ray Fan?

"I didn't expect to expose Levantine, the prize, to the crowd without saying no. Will Arnelia do such an act at this time that no longer takes account of the people?"

"So is that."

The same was true of the Ray fans who were surprised by Levantine's appearance. But since Alphilis had another concern, it was not the case now.

Alphilis was releasing Pandora and letting him look inside the venue. Because Levantine was also Pandora's purpose, and I thought as an alphilis I needed to know what a Levantine sword was. I couldn't turn down Pandora's offer to explore the signs of Levantine if I had time.

But it was another fact that Pandora, who strolled around the venue and returned to the Alphilis earrings, told him.

Continued