The Branded Female Fencer

"Sir, with all this power, you can do anything? You're gonna give that up, huh?

"Maria, that's not true. The excess power in your hands destroys you. There is nowhere, such as the guarantee that these forces can be handled as they please, and there is no means to stop them if they are rebelled. You can't call that a force of war, it's just violence.

I don't need this kind of power. With Maria, if such a man wandered at his feet, would he not be able to sleep with his pillow high?

"Hmm, I did wonder if I could play with Tyran."

"I hope it fits to that extent. Isn't it a ruin because you can't handle it in people's hands?

In the words of Puritanical White Fun, Bradymaria put aside a little time but was nodding.

"Indeed, my husband may be right. Well, how about some armor like that?

"If we're not going to be targeted, we should continue our exploration. I'm worried about Ucco, too, but try this much power on the ground. Neither Oranzebul nor Arnelia are we anywhere on earth in the first place. These guys should be destroyed for sure. Look for just that clue. I'm gonna need Maria's help, too, okay?

"Fine. Sure, you can't let these guys go wild when you see them."

Puritanical leisure and Bradymaria, with their definite determination, stepped into further danger zones.

"... didn't you hear some kind of interrupter right now?

"Come on, isn't it your fault?

"No, I did hear you. Up there, Ben."

Bergay, Gunz and Cerberus each have a story to talk about. Doom was trying a cane of remembrance from one end, where he called it a residential area. Not too far from him, the fellows are exploring.

But there is nothing to behold, and the ruined group of buildings will only be extended. Even if the wand of memory bears fruit, there is nothing to speak of but Doom. Only Doom prolongs its work, Cerberus, who provides fat as a source of light, suffered regularly, and others were getting tired of it. Then the voice of the Terminator was heard in the distance.

"From a place called the middle layer."

"Is it possible that Ucco is dead?

"Hmm, sounds like my voice was a little different for that..."

"You, were you that good with your ears?

Cerberus clears his ears to Gunz's question, but he didn't seem to know anything more.

"Well, for a moment like that. Bye. Ora doesn't even know. Eppe."

"You're a pig."

"It's more useful than you."

"Huh?

"Gunz, you know the word 'audible range'?

"Ooh!? Absolutely!"

"Even pigs are pigs, dolphins - there are creatures, but they talk with sounds unheard by humans. Ola can do just a little bit, too."

"Try it!

Gunz provoked Cerberus, but Cerberus was frightened.

"It doesn't make sense to talk in a voice that doesn't sound like Gunz."

"Rue, I'm telling you to try!

"Bye..."

Cerberus made a noise, but Gunz can only hear some of the tall noises that say pipipi. Of course, no one could hear me.

"What the hell are you talking about!?

"Don't tell me."

"By the Gunz, Suebe, you're gonna do it, right?

"Why the doom, you know?

"Temee, I'll kill you!

Gunz kicked Cerberus, but Doom sighed and retrieved his memory wand.

"No, nothing's hooked. I've gone back as far as the moment I could get here, but I don't remember people. This building is created 'automatically' in some way. If someone's will isn't interfering, there's no way to explore it with a cane of memory."

"Create automatically? You're saying the building could have been on its own?

"Sounds like it. Just like constituting witchcraft, if you knit something like a blueprint with witchcraft, maybe you can make it. It's like pouring iron into a template."

"It's - it's not the human way. That's where the Spirit, or even more God, works."

Doom was nodding at Osirian's words.

"I guess so. We would be incomprehensible enough from people who can't use magic or people who are powerless, but again, many times a high-dimensional existence has created this place. If you're not sure about the material, you don't know how to move it. There are no spirits to pass through the magic. How the hell are we going to use this building? Until I got off, I remembered earlier, but I don't know where I'm going from here."

"... Isn't things simpler?

Doom turns his gaze to Bergay's remarks.

Continued