The Branded Female Fencer

The owner of the signs was the opponent who knocked him down yesterday, Tochi Heritage.

When Drew confirmed his identity, he was throwing away the grass whistle in the wind uncomfortably.

"What can I do for you, bastard? If there's someone like you, the sound of the grass whistle will rot."

"Doesn't that make you so unholy and friendly, huh -" Boy "?

Drew reacted perfectly to the words. He stood up slowly, shaking his killer in silence. I can see by your side that you've already entered a battle posture.

But when he drank from the virtues he had brought in, the Heritage recommended the other to Dru.

"Even if it doesn't kill you. The Unified Martial Arts Games are not good. I didn't expect to get local liquor near the escaped raw house. I thought I'd never taste it again, but the familiar flavors are still good."

"I'll ask you again, you bastard. What can I do for you?

"Naturally, to fulfill. That's what servants hate to lose. I can't forgive you for not losing. Especially not the weak on our people. If defeat is known, it will be sanctioned.

But before I do, I just want to make sure that there's one thing. "

When Heritage drank his own liquor, he threw out the virtues. And when those who offered it to Drew found out that Drew wouldn't receive it, they opened their eyes and started drinking.

"Boy, isn't that body a crop?

"... I don't know what that means. I don't know if I can make a body."

"There are as many ways as there are. There's also manipulation, possession of other people's bodies, manipulation. There are a lot of things.

But the body looks like it was made by putting something on top of the original body. No, I fought and felt it. The battle so far has been won, even though it has chipped, because even though I am not used to its body, my experience is missing. Does it fit?

"Well. Assuming that's the truth, why should I tell you?

"Of course not. but you shouldn't expect to be able to fight it tonight with your crop body."

When the Heritage sprayed Derek's liquor on his arm, he pulled his arm out of his sleeve and pulled his torso apart. It was like a different muscle protuberance than yesterday and the length of the knife pulled out of his hips revealed the seriousness of the transmission. Too long to slaughter people. There is no one but the Heritage who knows that it is a horse-slayer knife, or a ghost slayer knife without a horse-slayer knife to slay more.

Drew took care of this himself. I assumed it was separate from yesterday's handover. Heritage speaks.

"The condition of the fellow brave Zems is to be extremely easy, overwhelming and powerful. It must be a crumb that we can't live with in people's ethics, but we are silently acquiesced in doing whatever we want with Zems' asylum. It is a privilege for us because we are too armed to complain.

Conversely, the weak are not needed. If you show weakness, you will be eaten but must. Those who give defeat to them must not live in this world. "

"So kill me. I'm not going to tell you anything else, and I would have learned at the competition that I lost. What's the point of killing me?

"Come on. If you say so, there's no reason."

"Then..."

Drew said with frustration that the tradition suddenly began to groan.

"Honestly, I don't care why. That hurts my instincts. And the eastern continent was almost banished. He went a little too far for his own taste, and he was being chased."

"... you smelled like you were seated. That, no way--"

"Arnelia is not a tough land - not one of the male whorehouses. I've been patient for a long time, but I'm already at my limit.

And I'm confident in the smell of superb prey over the skill of battle. It is also because of its sense of smell that I found the figure to be a contradiction. I'm sure Lord Dru's buttocks (Isai) and Kikusa will be superb. I want to taste it fast, so let's do it at the limit. "

Once again, a large amount of covetousness dripped from the heritage. That's exactly what a hungry beast is. That's what it's all about, so it's worse at the end of the day than an exasperated oak or goblin.

Even Drew stood up with his sword, fearful.

Continued