The Branded Female Fencer

The sudden voice alerted Layar Natika, but he looked at Hansville and resolved the alert. There was nothing like killing or evil in Hansville when it was before, and the lack of familiarity hid behind it. Soon the lights of life will be gone, but that's all it looks like.

You're dying.

"Yes, soon. I was satisfied with the way I died. The last battle was good, but before I died, I had some heart left."

"Remaining?"

"Yeah, we can't just leave that big beast alone. The means, the possibilities, the teaching of who I got."

Hansville took the bottle of drink out of his pocket and sent it up to the two of them. The light red liquid is slightly disastrous to both eyes.

"What is this?

"It is a spiritual medicine made from several herbs that can be taken at the border. And a little of my blood."

"... you want me to drink this?

Hansville laughs at Layer Lunatica with a blatant disgusting face.

"I'll take care of that, but if you want to knock down the tangle earlier, I recommend drinking it. Now, why don't you listen to me and make a decision? You'll have about that much time. It's like a confession of a dying clown."

"... okay, let me hear it."

"Fufu, that's kind of you. I used to be a brave fellow - oh, I'm still a fellow Zems, but I'm not such a scum. He was one of the real heroes. Has it been 50 years?"

Hansville's eyes, which began to speak, looked at the void. Layers also realized that they were losing sight.

"I came from a village near the border - just carrying that much luggage. A boy hired locally by brave men to carry their luggage. Since I was working as a loader from the border, I was far more powerful than the average adult, and I was proud of my health, so I began to accompany them on their journey. It's not pathetic that you can only carry luggage at that time, and it was the beginning of being a clown that learned the art of healing their labor.

They were wonderful. He was the ideal pair of eight brave men: strength, personality, collaboration. They were passionate about exploring the border. Expanding the world in which people live. I was wondering if discovering new materials would still help treat incurable diseases.

Of course, there were friends whose purpose was prestige and wealth, but the heroes' heat was strong enough to move them. Me, too. And about three years after we started working around the border, there was one carelessness. I thought it was strangely easy to move forward, and I encouraged my friends to be careful. But no one was with me. There was also a large reward for returning one year ago. I would have let you know that you haven't met a life-threatening enemy in a whole year.

But I still think so. If I had held back strongly at that time, it would have ended a little differently. I heard about it from my father. "

"What was that?

"King species exist on various frontiers. At least one, and many more. The Zaratan Emperor in the Misty Valley is famous, but so is the one we met. Only the locals know it, the king of the woods, a presence called Verdwarn. No one had ever seen him, but his existence had been told to Makoshiya. Be careful when the woods are weird, they're inviting you. If we move on, we'll never get out again.

We have significantly updated our records and collected materials we have never seen in the depths. Experiments on the spot also led to the inference that some cures for incurable diseases might be available. But I couldn't find my way home. Go up to the high ground and check the direction, but get lost no matter how. It was only three days later that I realized that my goal was moving. On day 4, the white stalker subspecies attacked me and split my allies, and on day 5, when I reunited again, it was mixed with monsters that turned into humans. This resulted in the loss of most of the food and equipment and the death of others.

There were fewer than four of them, and I even ran with a heavily injured companion. Then I felt signs of beasts and monsters at regular intervals, but they never attacked me. Instead, the sweet smell drifted - the fellow who began to see hallucinations gradually lost his mind. The laughter sounded like a mockery of us fighting, the food ran out, and we couldn't even find one of the fruits in a forest that was so rich in food - to survive - "

"--Your abilities belong to your people?

"Yes, I inherit some of the traits of what I ate. That's my trait. I returned from the border ten years later. The pursuit of Verdwarn has been wiped out, and the tags and figurines of his allies have been collected and returned to the Alliance. I've come to be called a crazy clown because the outfit was so unusual and intriguing at the time.

At that time, I was certified as S-Class at once with the materials and crusade lighting that I brought back, but I didn't feel like I could go back to human life anymore. I was recognized by the Guild as a person who pursued the Lord of Verdovarn and other frontiers and continued to live on the frontiers and felt touched. Actually, you're crazy - the first dangerous person I've ever met there. Even if it meant keeping an eye on him - and that would have kept an eye on me - that's how I became his companion. "

"I see. So, when you drink this liquid, we inherit your abilities?

The layer shakes the red and black liquid gently. Hansville nodded.

"Yeah, me and my buddies - and some king seeds I've succeeded in getting rid of. Not everything is inherited, and some or all of it may not be inherited at all depending on the vessel, but if you have the strength, it is likely to be inherited.

At the very least, it will be necessary to survive here now. "

"I understand."

With that much nod, Layer did not hesitate to open the lid of the vial and drank the liquid.

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