The Branded Female Fencer

Chapter 466: 466 Boys, Part 37 - Lord of Killings


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"What can I do for you?

The person was a layer. He gently held Elsia of the same stature on his right shoulder, with his sword between his belt and trousers on his left hip. It is the sword used by the Knights of the Temple. The layer was faceless and stood up on the spot as if nothing had happened. Even the eyes that look at Lunatica do not have the emotion that it is particularly bad to be found. I just, really, stood there with no emotion whatsoever on the spot.

To the overly floating attitude of the layer, Renatica doubted my eyes for a moment. It would be almost unmistakable for the lay to be the lord of earlier tragedies within the Church. There was no one in the church who was already moving, and some blood was returned on his clothes. But after all that killing, even people who are good at killing are somewhat short of breath, and excited. But there's nothing in the layer. No excitement, no shortness of breath, he didn't even look upset.

That was the case among the earlier churches. The method of killing gives some character character. Rarely if there is resentment, those with strong self-assertion try to hide traces of flashy killings. But there's nothing in the way of killing layers. There is no color. He just killed for sure and left the spot without even hiding the body.

Renatica was afraid of the way it killed her. It is proof that you have no feelings for killing itself. I wasn't trained, I wasn't born with any feelings for killing. I'm sure it's possible for the boy in front of you to fall asleep flat on a pile of corpses. Renatica understood that it was a race that was decidedly different from herself, who became trained to kill people.

Lunatica is terrified of the boy in front of her. Those who taught themselves to kill once said: There are four kinds of people in the world that must not be fought. One is a fellow assassin of the same kind. One is an official of the Church of Arnelia. One is Diore-Nightroad-Brigandi. And he said the last one was just 'kill', a born killer.

People who just kill are missing somewhere as human beings. Therefore, the behavior cannot be read through and it is extremely dangerous to deal with them. Rather than being born broken, I think Renatica was only able to kill even more efficiently through training, and should never be born broken. Because Renatica always thinks that killing people with their emotions out is going to be very unbearable. Renatica thinks everyday that knights and mercenaries who can do that are more cruel.

And in front of Renatica, there is a boy who did the slaughter plainly. I didn't plan on stopping this kid from doing anything, but Renatica met him. Something tells me this boy needs to stop here now.

In doing so, Layer let Elsia hit the wall as well, and he turned himself relative to Renatica. Slowly he lays down the Knights of the Temple sword, which is not commensurate with the size of the layer.

"... I don't want to spend much time with you."

"That's the same here"

"Right. But you can't keep me alive when they find out about me. So just die."

Signs of layers suddenly become rare. And I wondered if his appearance was blurred, and the poking of the layer had been precisely on Renatica's face.

A completely unintentional blow. As an assassin, it's an ideal attack, but it was launched by a boy who wasn't supposed to be trained in any way. The movement is faster and less wasteful than this, but the way the poke is rolled out is clearly different from that of a trained human being.

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Even if there is no waste in the operation itself, there is a lot of waste in the activation of the poke itself. Renatica cut off the paper and punched him, but a second blow flew in.

Renatica grabbed her hand trying to turn to the counterattack and rushed to deflect Layer's attack with a machet, but the attack was heavier than she could have imagined and Renatica's cheek was sliced thin. But not long after Renatica was surprised, the slaughter of the layer's speed of light rolled out so uninterrupted that there was no time to count.

7, 14, 23. Serial slaughter enough for Renatica to stop counting along the way shows no sign of how to fade. The slaughter of layers with little spare motion and unexpected orbits would be just as long as it wasn't Lunatica. It would be cut. Renatica was aiming for the moment when the layer's offense stopped, but as it was, she felt herself taking the limit first, not to glance at the layer's sword, knocking the left spinning kick into the side of the layer and blowing it away.

I thought Elsia was gone the moment I let her go. Because it was an aggressive event, he unleashed a kick close to his full strength. Lunatica's kick is powerful enough to rupture the built-in and drive even adults to instant death if they release it at all costs. If I let that go at the kid, it wouldn't have been weird to crush all the guts and stuff, but the moment I kicked him, such concerns blew up.

"What a body..."

The feeling when Lunatica kicked was like thick beast meat. The feeling that the blow that should have been struck out is absorbed by the thick fat. Not to distract the body, but purely the flexibility of the flesh. Layer's body absorbed Renatica's blow.

And as Lunatica imagined, the layer came standing as if nothing had happened. Pampered his kicked right belly, he walks toward Renatica again.

"... rarely did I hear that there are people with different muscle structures themselves, but you are"

"Come on, I'm just making the obvious moves I can make."

Renatica has never spoken to a subject to kill. That's natural for an assassin, but at the same time I wonder about myself not being an assassin already. And this question came naturally out with a mouthful of mouth. Lunatica herself is bewildered by herself like that, but the lay lay plainly points his sword at Lunatica.

"You're strong, sister. I've never done it before, but if I don't do it to my limits, I'm not going to be able to defeat it."

"... and if I can get above that, I won't have a hard time"

Against a layer of lightly bent knee poking, Renatica took off her coat and revealed the weapon she had planted all over her body. And when they drooled their arms gripping Matchette in both hands, they pushed each other as if it was a signal.

Continued

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