The Branded Female Fencer

Doom walked into the spot with a sigh.

"No, you're doing great. I can't break through forcefully."

"How are you?

"You can't use all sorts of magic. Then there's only so much you can do. Even the evil spirits in me are not infinite. I don't want to waste it."

"I use my powers, but I'm not scared. How sturdy and sturdy. Dezeia, can't you do something?

"I'm already doing it, but I'm not responding."

Dezeia sighed at Osiria's suggestion.

"Sleep incense is sprayed throughout the room, and magic that attracts abnormalities of state such as fascination and delusion continues to flow. But there's no response at all."

"Hey, isn't it sweet the way you do it?

"You'd die of passion a hundred times, right? Want to try it?

To Dezeia's words, Gunz raised his hands and indicated his intention to surrender. Osiria is suspicious.

"That man, you say he's totally resistant? Or not?"

"But there's got to be a slight reaction. I mean -"

"I'm not human in the first place, and I'm not even alive. That's what you're talking about, isn't it?

"Like a Silence doll, you think it's a liaison trick?

To Osiria's doubts, Doom was twisting his neck.

"You must be a far more complete doll than Silence. A doll that completely intercepts only those who enter this room, made with precision that is not reproducible by current technology. In a space where magic is difficult to use, combined with as much endurance as Dragreo, if attacked with more sophistication than Titania, I can't help it a bit. There must be very little defensive mechanism, and you must be complacent that this whole thing is enough.

I wonder if humans will be able to make something like that eventually. "

"It won't be if you're impressed. How do we break through?

"Wait for the plane. There must be some movement in the middle."

It's a very passive maneuver, isn't it?

Even for Gunz's chilling, Doom kept looking at the doll with a serious look on his face.

"Even if it looks like this, you're surprisingly long tempered. You can do it indefinitely in terms of fun, but otherwise you can wait.

Plus, we need some kind of operation before we open the next door. I don't know how long it will take to accomplish that, but how much effort do you think it will take to attract even one breath of that doll? If I told you guys to risk your lives, you'd have to breathe three breaths at the most, right?

Each of them looked at Doom's answer and no one denied it.

"The winning opportunity is for a moment, but yes, I will definitely visit without setting aside time. We'll just wait and see."

"In the meantime, what about the Oras?

"Stay here. There will be occasions when we can win."

"Me too?

"So is the old man. Maybe it's better if we stay here to keep track of Titania's movements, huh? If my expectations are met, the passage ahead of that doll is the heart of this place. If we hold down the hub, this ruin will be ours. Then it would also be useful to know Titania's movements"

"If only that prediction had been met."

Bergay had calmly neither affirmed nor denied, and had begun meditating while standing on the spot. Sharpen yourself and wait for then. Gunz fell asleep and began to sleep, but Cerberus began a public conversation with Milnay, while Osiria and Dezeia refrained beside Doom.

Doom then sits still observing the doll while he sits on his cheek cane. In the meantime, the dolls did not wander, nor did they look at them, and they were in a fixed position.

"Hey, Gwendorf. It'll help."

"I don't mind, I just needed you, too."

On the sky from Tarram to Arnelia, the mentor Earthgal was on Gwendorf's back. Earthgal had multiple as a way to get to Arnelia, but he chose that method half-heartedly because of an unexpected reaction in one of those unlikely hands.

The head of the True Dragon, who lived together for a long time and had rarely been able to meet in recent times, responded to the call of Earthgal.

"But it's been a long time. Hasn't it been nearly a thousand years?

"Isn't it nearly 700 years, because we meet once before we can have a tarram prototype"

"Oh well. If you live long enough, you won't be able to run out of time. More than two thousand years ago, we talked about it every day."

"There was less power and less intelligent life to talk about."

"Now you're saying there's more?

"Humans. Other than that, I think it's down."

It seemed as if Gwendorf had a little joy in his words and a not-so-small disappointment. I could also imagine those causes in Earthgal, but now I keep quiet.

Continued