The Branded Female Fencer

"... that's crazy. There's no bottom."

"No bottom? What's this all about?

Earthgal replied pointing to the horizontal hole that appeared in front of him.

"In Simola's story, this should be the bottom of the top tier. There's a bottom here, and he said he's using it as the shortest path into the deepest depths of the ruins of purification. It's usually a closed road, so it lacks safety."

"Lack of safety?

"The gap at the bottom is empty, and the number of people can go through it, Simola said. He also said that it was just not the protection of the Spirit, it was Naruto. Simola cannot be managed, nor can she use the power of the Spirit. It's a place where magic can only be activated with intrinsic magic."

"Does that mean you'll be at a disadvantage long enough for magic?

"That's the thing, old magician."

Earthgal answered Sheva's question. Because beginners of witchcraft cannot successfully harness the power of the Spirit, they can only fail or deploy small-scale witchcraft in an attempt to start witchcraft only in the stream, which is an intrinsic magic. The better you are as a magician, the better you can harness the power of the Spirit, making large-scale magic using the Great Stream available.

Humans, of course, even subhumans such as elves and demons like Bradymaria, have known limits to the amount of intrinsic magic. You don't deviate greatly from Earth Gale, your mentor, and the sorcerer in line without the power of the Spirit.

As an Earthgal too accustomed to listening to the Spirit's voice, a land where the Spirit's voice is not heard in any way is the same as true darkness. With Earthgal, who lived thousands of years, this was the first experience of this kind of land. Of course, he wasn't the only one, Sheba, his disciples, and the Enemas were blue-faced, understanding what Earthgal was trying to say again.

"Gwendorf, what do you do? How much magic is available?

"I could use a brace if it was just an attack in the first place, but without the aid of witchcraft, don't lack some accuracy or control. Groundgal will know about me, but my braces are not something I can control by nature. Using magic aids to attenuate power and finally gain control."

"I mean, when it erupts?

"with power, direction,"

"That's troublesome."

Earthgal nearly held his head, but beside him, Sheva looked strange.

"Sorry to bother you both, but our goal is only the beginning and end of our fellow clowns. I want you to act differently here."

"Of course, old magician. You don't have to worry about us. Act differently without permission."

"Then I feel the magic of your goal, the Warcraft, coming from far below. If you need help with this Sheva, I can help you, but what do we do? This carpet can be used with a small amount of intrinsic magic. If you want, can I take you with me?

"(That's clever, that's a monster bitch.)"

Vodun, the all-purpose scholar, was impressed. Why the Clown Hansvr headed to this ruin. That's because the Warcraft opponents have decided to find it more interesting than the fierce ones gathered in Arnelia to break out against them.

There was something about Hansvl that he didn't know what he was thinking, but he also seemed to want a place to die for a long time. The stronger the opponent looks, the more Hansvl joyfully goes towards it. Vodun did not directly inquire about the inside of Hansvl, but Hansvl had that nature.

Then you must always be near the Warcraft - then it is better to have this true dragon and his mentor tailor each Warcraft than to fight Hansvl, the most powerful of his people. Yes, Sheva thought of it because it was obvious.

Naturally, Vodun has the same idea. Vodun's interest was better suited to the ruins themselves than such a request that would not even be gold. I want to leave Hansvl alone and get out of here and explore the ruins right now. That's what he thought, and the moment Vodun stared at the bottom of Nara from the heel of the carpet, Vodun saw that something glowed in a tickle red.

"Woman, evade!

Rarely heard as a float, Vodun's scream. Faster than listening back, Sheva advances the carpet, jumps over Gwendorf and Earthgal's head and tries to jump into the horizontal hole.

A pillar of red light crossed in front of them, who grabbed the roots of Earthgal a moment late and drew them. The red light pushes straight through the ceiling, and the sky clouds also rip open to peek into the faces of the moon hidden in the clouds.

Breaking through the ceiling, Gwendorf was undoing his phantoms and returning to his true dragon appearance as the rock poured like a splash of rain.

Continued