The Branded Female Fencer

The elders who gave the order cry out to the blue conjunctors.

"Why don't you guys do everything you can!

"Such an idiot...! I've done everything I can!

"What!? It wasn't originally about stopping Princess Saurka from going wild! Why can you move in here?

"Fugi ah! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, Mikoto! Do something!"

"Uncle would be fine for a while, wouldn't he? I can't help it anymore."

When Mikoto put his hands together, the junction vanished in an instant. The junction, which was stretched with all its strength, suddenly vanished, and the junctionalists collapsed into the spot as if suddenly they had been forced to stop walking with all their strength.

One Mikoto stands flat as even Dragreo kneels. The old women had already lost their hips and looked up terribly at Mikoto on the spot.

"Hey, what is this girl?"

"Our connections don't work, etc. It was once used to stop Ucco and Acqua."

"Mikoto... your son... your son of doom, huh?

An old woman who was drinking asks Mikoto. Mikoto nodded as he twisted his neck at the old woman's inquiry.

"Son of doom. Honestly, you don't know, because you were born here, trapped in a small temple. He told me to throw up because he didn't like the people who took care of him, and still shouldn't let him die.

I wondered why I was alive, but if my uncle hadn't let me out, I'd have lived without thinking about it as it were.

My uncle came down from the sky and the temple broke. Then your uncle took you around and looked at the world, didn't he? The world is so beautiful and lovely - yet somehow you want to break it all.

Well, I noticed when they told me. My role is that or "

Mikoto's eyes suddenly stained black. The pitch-black air emitted at the same time and the rotting ground. Dragreo stroked his head when the air tried to reach the old ladies.

"Stop it, Mikoto. Fucking roles, missions, fate. The earth and the sea are tiny. You know that too, don't you? Me and you, we could be more free."

"Uncle... Uncle is a fool, but you're a good fool"

"You're telling me to say Abo there, aren't you?

"If you say it in a good way, it won't tighten up."

Mikoto grinned and caught the kill. Some of the old women fainted or even had incontinence, but the old woman, who was drinking, looked intrigued at what had happened in front of her.

"Well - you know what? Destiny of Doom is still about the Son of Doom - is that what meets the Great Sage and his destiny changes! So what is prophecy - where did it go crazy?"

"That prophecy is just one of a few 'doomsday plans'. So would Ucco and Acqua. But that fate was screwed once. That's how the ancient dragons, the demons, and the ancient warcraft work together. If we hadn't gotten extra hands on it, the Demon Man and the True Dragon might still have worked together."

"Dragreo, Lord - do you remember me as the Great Sage!?

"It's obscure because of the Orange Bull. Orange magic is a wedge. The effect isn't permanent. Yeah, unless it's fortified up against the face again, you're not going to be brainwashed, but unless he solves it or dies, you're not going to solve it completely either. You don't have a lot of time to think straight because of that, but you know what I'm supposed to do, right?

The old woman nodded forcefully.

"So you're next to that girl - but it's..."

"I know what will happen. But I'm the only one who can, you know, tell me this is what I was born for, and I feel like a strong mission, right? But most importantly, I did."

"Uncle, Loricon?

"Lori - what!?

Dragreo panicked, but laughed that Mikoto would creep into the way it was.

"I'm joking, Uncle. I appreciate it."

"Ooh! Never mind!

"It's more frightening to say."

The old woman was also laughed at, but drank all the liquor she had left at once. The look on his face clears up all at once.

"Right, you know what? I don't know what happened, but fate has turned. We were in a cage. We were pointless!

"That was pointless. I don't mean to tell you, but it doesn't mean you're not going out there. No matter how many arguments you accumulate in a narrow world, there are limits to it."

"I see, what I thought I would do had already become an internship? What we've been worried about for thousands of years can't be solved this way.

But, Lord, what are you going to do? The daughter - Mikoto was destined to fight our princess. Then the fate is no longer fulfilled. What do you think would be best to do?

Dragreo was troubled by the old woman's words as she stroked her jaw often, but put her hands on her hips, her chest stretched, and she said clearly.

Continued