The Branded Female Fencer

"... you don't have to come back. Stand up, young knight."

"Gu, uhh... somehow. He showed pity."

"No, thanks to you, we have a gap to attack. Let us rejoice that we have each other's lives. Is the knight in front of you all right?

When Mascarade looked at Marion, he managed to get out of the private house. Seeing that you can afford to apologize to the residents, this one will be fine.

Mascarade was relieved and at the same time rethinking that he should still go to the Deep Green Palace.

"Knight, I'm sorry, but I'm still headed to the Deep Green Palace."

"Why? I think I mentioned earlier why it's useless to go"

"Earlier it was said that the main knights were paying for it, right? But you think a knight who can hold those two monsters is being turned around the Arnelian metropolitan area? I'm sorry, but the two knights were lightly embellished. Though how better to be away than that, it extends to the idea that a knight who keeps away from home is better. How about that?

"It's..."

Mascalade looked at the sky and his expression was cloudy in Russia as Miltre mumbled. And at the same time, he rushed out with all his might.

"Lady, where!?

"Look at the sky! Not quite."

"Hiya!"

The voice heard from the sky belonged to the female clown. He rode the blade of the wind earlier and came back under control. I finally understood that Mascarade was dealing with a monster whose common sense didn't work, even though he had the face of incredibility.

Miltre and Marion were also running when they saw the sky.

"Such a monster, you can deal with it!?

"You can't!

"What the hell is that!?

"I want to hear this one!

As the three rushed in unison, the wind blade blushed behind them as they turned the boulevard. At the same time, a female clown lands on the roof of the building and looks at the three of them.

"Cocksucker? Now do you think it's cocksucker!? But I'm fast. - Hey, don't!

Carnivorous beast as the female clown jumped out. Best of luck, she made the full jump from a rounded position. But the momentum was too good to land, and he rolled straight through the residence on the other side.

I heard screams from the residence, but none of the three of them stopped their legs anymore. It will catch up soon, or at least it's a monster that we can't stop ourselves right now. We had to report it quickly and hit it in a group, and that's when we realized the damage couldn't stop.

After graduating from Gloria, early in their tenure, the Knights of the Temple were Miltre and Marion, who were willing to participate in the task of combining Arnelia's commemorative and unified martial arts competitions, peace conferences and major festivals, but were finally aware of what world they had set foot in.

"Marion! When you're done with your mission, stick with the booze! I'm in the mood to say a great deal of stupidity!

"That's unusual!

"Don't be alarmed, knight!

The moment Mascarade screamed, a female clown in a rolled barrel broke through the private house and came out. It's decided sooner to run, but common sense doesn't work for this woman clown anymore.

I even lay the barrel over my head at my feet and run on it as I rolled the two barrels, but leave this clown, who laughs so well, alone and the three increase their speed even more.

"Why would you do that?

"Knight, have you ever seen the street art? It's no use asking for meaning in the clown's actions!

"You mean we're forced to be together!

"Yes, and to the art of being a bad hobby and not being a little funny!

Finally, an unbalanced female clown flourished, but when the barrel rolled into the private house and hit it, it exploded in abundance. The three of us unwittingly turn ourselves over to the roar and blast, but isn't there another barrel rolling over here?

As soon as Miltre reacts, he grabs that barrel and tries to throw it into a nearby waterway.

But his arm grew out of the barrel he grabbed, and he suddenly grabbed Miltre's arm. That was a female clown who was supposed to have been in a barrel earlier.

"Whoa!

"Miltre!"

When Marion slapped that arm off with a sword, Miltre threw a barrel. The waterway fell. It exploded in abundance, but the female clown who popped out into space was posing when she landed on the other side of the waterway. Of course I didn't cut my arm or anything, and I didn't get one injury.

"Bye!

"I won't deal with them! Let's hurry!

Then the clown raid continued, but the clown apparently was just playing with the three of us and he didn't really intend to kill them. Ability and purpose are unknown, but the knights couldn't afford to even think about it.

But Mascarade is not the only one who stops thinking at all times. Because when you stop thinking, you know you're really going to run out of fate.

Continued