The Branded Female Fencer

"... orah!"

It was Dragreo who came out from under the collapsed rock wall. Kick the rock that burned and melted, and look around.

I thought it was a lightning strike. I realized that the light that had broken the thick clouds was lightning, and I covered Mikoto with agitation. I'm not sure how I did it, but I'll do my best to develop defensive magic. I saw a few layers of defensive witchcraft once developed to prevent his attack in the battle against Lord Silver blow together.

A burning back feeling, the way the surrounding ground turns and melts, Mikoto in his crying arms. The method taken by Dragreo, which he thought would not help in the normal way of preventing, was to force Mikoto to give life.

With vitality, most injuries heal. It will be possible to even grow a missing arm, but not without pain. Dragreo seems to be doing them with a cool face, but that is only because of his mental strength. Dragleo is thought to regenerate any attack, but if his spirit is immature, he goes mad. For one thing, his endurance makes him impatient.

But Mikoto doesn't practice like that. Even if the injury heals, your mind may be collapsing. Dragreo shouted.

"Mikoto! Where -!!

"Uncle..."

Melting rocks have collapsed and Mikoto's arms have grown. There is still as much heat on the ground as a volcano. Dragreo didn't mind his own hands burning, and picked up Mikoto somewhere all the rocks that stood in Mikoto's way.

"Mikoto! You're alive!?

"Ugh, yeah... somehow"

Mikoto, who picked it up, replied with a weak smile. But trying to hold him up, Dragreo notices something strange.

"Mikoto... what's the pain?

"What?

"Is there anything strange about that?

"I don't feel my legs, but... why?

Mikoto tried to look at his feet, his eyes blocked by Dragreo. I felt like I could see it, but I feel like I know what you mean.

"Mikoto, don't look. Listen quietly and calmly... your legs are gone. Burned, fell."

"... yeah, okay. But it doesn't hurt, does it?

"Probably because every part of me that feels pain burns. It's also unlikely to be infected, but the pain will come later. I can't even let it play now, but if I let this wound regenerate all at once, normal humans go nuts. So I'm going somewhere to calm down first. If you can get ready there, maybe you can make it play. Got it?

"Yeah... I'll do what my uncle says"

Mikoto nodded weakly. Around this kind of thing, Dragreo thinks he understands fast and has a lot of nerve for his age. Is it because the two of us traveled and met scattered surprise occasions? Mikoto no longer loses his chill on most things.

But because of the heat in this area, Mikoto's consciousness is also blurred. Dragreo also knows that there is not much respite. I look around, but the terrain is not as uniform as I thought. Even though Mikoto broke some of the connections he stretched inside, he would still have stayed, and since there were only so many connectionists, he would have been able to defend himself to some extent. In a moment, some of them may still be alive. But there's no room in Mikoto to search for them. Maybe there's a second shot.

"We're on the move, Mikoto. My foot would be right there."

"Uncle... what is that?

"Is that it?"

Before Mikoto pointed weakly, I saw a shadow. A fierce fever saw a shadow like a flame as the rock was upbeat. When Dragreo stared at him and his expression stirred, Dragreo turned into a rugged face.

"Mikoto, wait a minute. I'll be done in a minute."

"Uncle... what is it?

"I don't know, I don't know."

But Mikoto soon found out what Dragreo's chopped face, which he rarely saw, was about to say. And Dragreo was rare, casting magic from the palm minister.

"Summon (Sammon), Iced Lizard (Blizzard)"

"as well as" Addition (Enchant), Leap, Fast, Hardened "

"Uncle?"

"In addition, [I bestow Thy blessing upon him, and protect him from evil, and thy name is] Silver Guardian (Silver Cradle)"

"Uncle!?

Dragreo's continuous chant. I only have a bad feeling about Mikoto what that means.

Dragreo tapped the tail of a warcraft fortified with witchcraft, prompting him to go.

"Go, we'll catch up later"

"Uncle, you can't! Not even my uncle!

"I know. No matter how stupid I am, I know how bad that is. But don't do anything. You can get away with it. When would a little bug be nice?

Dragreo provoked him to talk to someone who would be watching this one. Like answering that word, I feel the Yangtze shake.

Mikoto tapped the dermis toward Dragreo from the inside protected by a thin silver coating.

"Uncle, I figured it out! I said I was the son of doom - but no! Don't let doom bring you doom! Doom is..."

"I knew it from the beginning. A kind child like you has no head to bring doom. That's why you said it from the beginning, right?

"Uncle, you didn't say anything?

To Mikoto's scratch, Dragreo tilts his neck.

"Is that right?

"Uncle, you brought me around without saying anything?

"No, but you are. Your back should have been talking, huh?

"Normally, it's a kidnapping, isn't it? It's a legal term for the Eastern Continent where slavery is banned, a minor abbreviation, right? The one that's going to be jailed or forced labor, right?

To Mikoto's words, Dragreo sweats.

"Oh, that? Am I?

"Uncle, I don't have enough explanations. So... take responsibility, okay?

Dragreo thought that Micoto's leftover words were not disturbing as a boy, but now they are not. Even if I'm not told, I recognize from the beginning that's my mission. Because you are the only one who can accompany the Son of Doom in the first place.

Continued