The Branded Female Fencer

"Are you our enemy or our ally?

"I'm not an enemy or an ally. Of course, what's going to happen is going to change, but if you insist, whoever gets in the way of my research, even spirits, are enemies."

"I see. Then I'd like to finish the cuckoo I'm here, but can you give me a hand?

Upon hearing the offer, the middle management stared at Notice as if it had attracted only a little interest. And when I grinned, I approached them softly to slip beside them.

"It's funny, what's your idea? If we're not enemies or allies, should we be allies? Is that the wisest place to be a true dragon?

"I was simply blessed with a role. Fighting power was not even high among the ancient dragons, and after thorough backward support, a variety of wisdom was gained. It's a disgraceful consequence."

"I see, is that the difference with Stervese who kept fighting on the front lines? It's really interesting to know that those two are going to be turns. Maybe next time we'll study the romantic situation of humans and their respective races."

"So, what do you say? Are you gonna cooperate with me?

"Fine."

The middle-level administrator admitted it softly. Earthgal and Gwendorf also lost their shoulder watermarks to the speed of that response.

"Are you sure? Is it the subject of research?

"Hey, you can't take more detailed data than you've already unleashed. Then I thought it would be more helpful to take combat data.

Leaving me alone on that would give me a life expectancy, but I'm also angry that I'm wasted getting rammed up and roughing up the middle layer. Like you guys, I get the extra attention. I'd rather just knock it down and be glad you guys are gone.

So I'm already letting go of my hand. the former administrator and their delivery. I'm prioritizing your elimination because there are a few people who woke up inspired by Ucco, but is it time to arrive?

The middle management operated the lithographic slab and switched the screens one after the other. Among them, there is a place that shows a mighty red dot.

You know what I mean? This big red dot is wuss. It is set to display in response to visceral magic. Looks like there are a lot of other intruders in the whole picture, but UCO is the biggest... uh, a little bad?

"Where am I? What's wrong?

"Manufacturing plant. It's a manufacturing plant for weapons, food and weapons made here. If you get busted here, you'll lose your middle-level function. Um, should I go too...? But hey, I know someone who looks familiar..."

The middle level administrator manipulated the screen further with bumps and worries. Then there was someone on the screen fighting Ucco.

"Ha ha. If you don't think you're on the move, are you already engaged? I can't believe I stopped Ucco on my own."

"Who, this?

"I don't know. But for your ridiculous outfit like a clown, you're really strong. Isn't this a pretty good warrior in a human being? But it won't be enough to win, so let's turn to backup."

A middle level administrator switches the screen further and utters words.

"Uh, uh, this is the administrator. They got rid of Ucco who broke into the plant as soon as possible. We've assembled the power we're currently activating. Which way?

"... this is the Administrator (Commander). We're on our way, as ordered, but there's obstruction."

Who's going to interfere with you? Brady, Maria wouldn't even be a problem if you guys had the strength, would you?

"That's - the one unexpected being. Currently one of the three commanders and a squadron have been dropped. The two remaining bodies are now on their way to destruction, but will you prioritize Ucco's destruction over that?

Our current operational success rate has dropped from 97% to 80%, and we have about half an hour left. "

"He said the command rank was dropped!? Who's the enemy, dude!

A middle level administrator irritated by Russia roughed up his voice. In contrast, the administrator answers calmly.

"There are three enemies. All with low talent and little use of witchcraft, but a high standard of ability for the human species. It is estimated that there is only one, different person mixed together."

"Who, no, 'what,' is that!?

"The identity of the enemy is unknown - no record. It was queried by a lower level administrator or the Central Intelligence Agency (database). It is estimated that Sin - confirms the suspension of two commanders. From now on, we will move to a state of combat. Bye."

"Sin - what!? Hey, hey! Goddamn it, I cut it! It was a mistake to restrict your ability when you took away the authority of an administrator."

They couldn't get in touch without answering. The middle-class administrator tapped the pillar that was next to him, as irritated, and the crack crept in, and the creature that was inside was astonishingly dull.

"(The one pillar we hit didn't scratch)"

Notice was surprised, but middle-level administrators began to process the lithographic tablet at high speeds, whimpering with bumps. Notice wondered if she could not hide her anger in that expression and was behaving differently.

Continued