The Branded Female Fencer

"This administrator... did you lose better with Levantine? Levantine is a demon sword that breaks mountains, right? That you'd rather lose if you had that... what kind of fight was that? Damn, I don't care that it's fragmented!

"Doom... what did you see?

"You may have found out something terrible. But now..."

At that time, the scaffold wobbled.

"Hey, what?

"It's moving, you scaffold!

"That's tough too, but don't come anything from above"

"... that, aurangebull! We're evacuating!

Doom, who doesn't lose sight even in the dark, realizes as soon as possible. Reacting to Doom's voice, as soon as they all left the scene, a slow row of orangeables and lifeless descended from the top.

"Hmm, that's it for vertical holes too? I tried to prevent Arnelian bowling."

"But Master, this scaffold seems to be sinking even further. Looks like the source of what appears to be Ucco's magic has also fallen downstairs, and shouldn't we stay here like this?

"I don't know how to contact you, but you do. But if it's coming down, it's a volatile shock."

"Ousama, it's Aluitel, here."

The scaffolding Blanche pointed to seemed to grow legs like spiders from the side and slowly down. Orangeables looked difficult on that fact.

"... When I once explored this ruin, there was nothing. The door in the back didn't open, and this vertical hole was the only way in. There are very few great streams from here down, and the exercise of magic - in other words, it was difficult to use levitating magic."

"Well, then I'd better restrict the exercise of magic too."

"Right. Your immortality could also be lost here. It'll drain you enough to use, so you'd better leave it to your servants to fight."

Dortmund was secretly murderous in the words of Oranzeble.

"(From here on out, the exercise of witchcraft will be restricted, you say? Then now would be a good time to kill this guy)"

I haven't put my hand on the sword pattern yet, but my left hand has moved tightly. Plus, Dortmund remembers the stories of each and every Orange Bull.

"(This one, you said you killed the king's wife - my sister. Who killed him for a long time, but I didn't know, but this guy was the enemy! I'll kill, I'll kill you. If this guy hadn't even killed my sister, the kingdom we built would have been more peaceful for a long time -)"

"... so I shall summon my servant, too. In some situations, we might need to split up."

Summon

In response to Orangeable's summons, three servants appeared next door. One was a swordsman like a human being, the one giant about twice as big as a giant, and the other a woman with long silver hair.

The moment I saw one of them, a swordsman like a human, Dortmund put his hand on the sword to release his killing spirit.

"Orangeable, you!

"Ho, did I still? You're the survivor of the Dark One, aren't you? I wasn't sure because you never take a helmet in front of me, but did you still? I thought it was extinct, but aren't you the last one anymore"

"Dortmund, what's up? No!"

Magic can still be used here. Erlich rushed in between thinking it was after he went down more underground even if he wanted to set it up, and Dortmund stopped right there. Lifeless stared at Dortmund with a strong eye.

But Dortmund didn't even pull the sword at the right place, but he didn't seem to be able to control his emotions.

"It's - it's my father! You've even got my father!

"Well, it was your father - but I wasn't the one who killed this man. Rather, me and him were friends. I died in the middle of a battle, but I'm just letting you make the most of that carcass. This is also his will - we made a promise to make a peaceful world together.

Corpse sorcery (necromancy) is not just inherent sorcery for lifeless people, but is manipulated by applying spiritual restraint to it. Not enough to show off my full season of combat, but still enough as my escort. "

"You think it's necromancy? Bye."

"So are the other two. One is Bronsel. As you may know, the ancient giant of the Five Wise Men. Now one is the princess of battle of the Silver Clan, the woman who was my wife."

"What? You, take your own wife like that -"

"Anything I can use, I'll use it. My wife is already dead. My wife's soul is no longer in this world, just its flesh. What I loved was the soul of my wife. It doesn't matter, like flesh."

Oranzeble said so and saw the remains of the three bodies, but his eyes seemed a little sad, so Dortmund was loosening his sword-shaking hand.

The Orange Bull continues.

Continued