511 Witch Regiment, Part 3 - Ice Witch

"Swede, I want you to hear the purpose of this regiment."

"Is there still something? Well, I guess I got a point."

"Actually..."

Fairtoose turned to Sweden and began to talk to her. The increasing number of demon kings everywhere. And that Oranzebul, the head of the High Elf, began the unjust slaughter of humanity, leading the strong men out of common sense, beginning with the resurrected hero king, the sword emperor who lives now. And that I don't know what that purpose is. Although Fairtoose bravely decided to convene this regiment, he felt despair that things were bigger than he could have imagined if he had looked into them.

Swede listened silently until he had finished speaking the whole way, but sighed loudly as he saw the look on Fairtoose's face when he had finished speaking.

"I'm not in the mood for a drink. I like it hot too."

"Swede..."

"It's been a long time since I've been called into the world. What a big incident. It's not the best I can do to protect the ice field."

Swede slowly lowered his back to the stone around it. This is a rare behavior for her that is always cautious.

"I have an orange zebul... of course I've never met him in person, but I also respected him as a great wizard when it comes to knowing his accomplishments, his acts, his words and actions... but I didn't know it would kill humans around."

"What do we do?

"Well, it's up to you to decide. No matter how old I am, don't throw a round conclusion."

"Most of all."

Ingvar nodded, but Fairtoose wouldn't back down.

"I usually would. But this time the problem is too big. If I make one mistake, I can't make a decision that would jeopardize the very existence of the witch. I can't repeat witch hunting history anymore."

"But if you look at my face, I don't know if you've come up with any conclusions or measures yet. Strongly, the possibility is horrible, and I'm very unwilling to say it, or something."

Fairtoose nodded to Swede's allegations. What surprised me was Ingvar.

"... that's the smartest ice witch I've ever seen. It's a prospect, isn't it?

"Fair, what do you mean?

"I noticed the white witch there." Perhaps humans are wrong and the Orange Bull is right. "

In front of the surprised Ingvar, Swede snorted and laughed.

"Don't be surprised, Dark Witch. It's nothing strange. Originally, Orangeable's philosophy of conduct would be such if he read his performance. The Five Wise Men are those who mediate this continent, and those who were formerly called Demon Kings have upset the equilibrium of this continent.

But nowadays there are too many humans, and humans are arguing with each other over demons. Looking at this situation, I don't think it's strange that Oranzebul thinks about doing a human solemnity. Now humans are breaking the balance of this continent.

You know what? They say that some humans may fight against each other the demons they catch just for fun, or they may compete if they catch a Fae. It's still cute if you do it to that extent, but it seems that some people in the world do more degrading deeds. The humans we've been protecting, they're gonna show us a lot of decadence, aren't they?

Ingvar was blue in a suicidally laughing swede. Fairtuce and Drafanella watched the situation calmly, though.

Swede continues. It was very rare for an ice witch to keep talking so much.

"Well my philosophy of action is roughly far from human protection. I don't live in a place that's human in the first place. All I have to do is protect the frontiers of the ice fields now and in the future. I know you're more to blame for being human, but... if there's one thing that bothers you, we're all saying things in our imagination, and no one checked with the Orange Bull himself. Wouldn't it be okay for us to determine our position only after confirming the true intentions of the person?

"That's... though. How do I meet the Orange Bull himself"

"A group to find a way to do that, that's going to mean. But I don't know, and I'm not interested. And a strange apprentice contacted me. They say there's something wrong with the ice field junction. I have to turn around today and see how it goes. So I'd appreciate it if you'd do the discussion without me"

"Such a discretionary!

In Ingvar's words, Swede stares at her. That gaze is exactly the blade of ice. Ingvar, who touches upon numerous fears as a dark witch, also shrugged himself unexpectedly.

"Certainly on its own. However, in the first place, participation in this group itself is inherently free. I didn't mean to come here much either, but I can't mess up my own witch tie if the head of the witch is just wishing. Otherwise, who talks to Granchelle, who doesn't like it?"

"As always, Granchelle and you're not close..."

"Naturally. There's no way I fit in with a woman who moves with such emotions on the spot. This time I vacated the ice field to see how much my uncle Closes could work, but otherwise he hasn't come out. Who's with that exploding woman..."

Swede, who thus speaks ill of Granchelle the Witch of Fire, must be said, but most vivaciously, that all witches knew well.

Fairtoose was thinking about the future while Ingvar and Drafanella lost their anger and uncollectible swede.

"(I don't know what's going on... surely waiting for Anschelen any longer may not reveal any. Plus her fortune is enough to avert close danger at best. I wonder if there would be better measures than that if we all discussed it. Swede already showed me the possibility.

Behavior rather than worry? That's what Ingvar said about me, too. Were you acting like me after all, this? All right, you want to try it) "

When Fairtoose cemented such determination, there was a question that was remembered all the time behind her brain. I was going to talk to Anschelen in the first place, but Swede, an older witch, might be the right topic.

"Speaking of which, there's someone in Ice Witch Swede I'd like to talk to."

"What?

Continued