The Branded Female Fencer

"(I was summoned all of a sudden, what is this situation?

"(I want to hear it. He was supposed to be exempt from various roles because he was going to the Unified Martial Arts Games this time. Possible is that Oranzeble gave direct orders)"

"(Again, mental restraint - did you use brainwashing hard)"

"(I guess it's reasonable to think so)"

Dortmund always bitterly thinks that his own Lord is brainwashed, but he always wondered how he could open things up without being a full mage.

In the first place, Graham lacks much of his memory when he dumps his flesh. Although he had decided to serve until his appearance disappeared, Dortmund was beginning to worry about what to call loyalty.

Apparently, Erlich was starting to think he was pretty reliable, but he can't talk to me that far. As Dortmund looked difficult, Erlich engraved the letters again.

"(So, as for you, are you still saying that this situation of the Lord is unbearable?

"(Naturally. Not to mention the Lord's manipulative and interesting men)"

"(That's because you are a loyal knight and the Lord your lifeless deserves respect - but it's not funny to me. Then it's best to solve the brainwashing)"

"(Is there a way?

"(The easiest way is to kill the brainwashed person)"

In the letters of Erlich, Dortmund learned a moment of agitation and willingness to kill. but notice that the person is nearby and immediately suppresses that killing.

Erlich sighed as he gently confirmed that he had not been noticed.

"(Wait for the opportunity, not now)"

"(Of course I know. I know)"

"(Don't rush. The raid from above should still continue)"

"(? Why do you think so?

"(Who do you think is up there? Is this demonic raid a coincidence? Do you think it's possible that demons would storm the interior of the ruins, even if they were abandoned?

Dortmund was annoyed by Erlich's allegations. Yes, demons and warcraft divide habitats in the first place, not just in ruins, but in caves and such. They also have a sense of territory. Not least ruins - real ruins make the demons that live inside extraordinary. It's impossible for the Warcraft outside to come inside.

In other words, there will be those outside who are directing this raid. Erlich immediately realized the fact.

"(I think I know Oranzeble about that, but I don't even seem to be able to afford to be outside. Even idiots will know the most awesome magic is drifting about whether something inside is that important, so I guess I'm going to do something about that one.

It's troublesome when you do. You'd better think of doing something about a huge source of magic first, and then doing something about the Orange Bull) "

"(Not so many guys down there)"

"(I feel it knowing the Great Demon King directly. There is something about the difference in digits. Honestly, I just want to get away with it right away if I can)"

Finishing the magic formation where Erlich said so, Dortmund left once. Any further contact can lead to distrust.

That's when the blanche with the clothes came back. He was dressed like a dress with a large slit, with armor and nails on both arms. Though the original is a beast, if you dress it up, your gaze gathers unexpectedly in a white monochrome appearance that looks quite good.

Blanche lined up next to Lifeless with her long hair up.

"Ousama, Colledei?

"Oh, that would be nice"

"De, take Nani to Citarai's?

"Erlich is going to find out the way. You're the one who senses and breaks traps."

"Sita's okiike thing is mockingbird?

"Yes."

"Is he okay?

"That guy?"

A little man stood ahead of Blanche pointing at him with his fingernails. The man stood there as if nothing had happened, with his sword and axe on his hands.

How long have you been there? Of course, neither Lifeless nor Orangeable noticed the man even Dortmund was there. When the man noticed that his gaze had gathered, he took all the weapons he had thrown with one hand in order, clothed them together there and turned them into a round of flowers to show them. And when he offered it together, he showed it in gratitude.

That, toward a fitting little guy like "Clown," each let go of his killer temper.

Continued