I Became the Wrong Race

151 – Subjugation (3)

There was one lie I told.

It was a bit absurd that that was the first thing that came to mind when I fell, but it was true.

Melody.

This duelist called the Golden Oriole recalled the lie he had told Llewelyn.

She spoke to her Llewelyn as if she had never met her mother.

So she acted as if nothing was wrong, and even after taking revenge later, she acted as if she had shaken off all her resentment.

But actually.

Actually, that wasn’t the case.

The reason is that the woman does not really care, because she does not want to worry her mother and does not want to look weak.

However, she secretly wanted to be comforted and did not want to be pitied.

In the midst of Melody’s complicated feelings, she unknowingly revealed a lie about her mother.

Even though the facts are very different.

Melody had her memories of seeing her mother.

She was a battered and worn-out mother. When her mother her first saw Melody, she did not even recognize her as her daughter.

Her mother seemed to have been sent mainly to the eastern part of the empire.

Perhaps because she came from the south, where she was naturally resistant to pollution, her mother was the’optimal solution’that the duel school commissioned by the empire could come up with, and she did an excellent job to match it.

In addition to the pedigree of creating the best masterpieces of the duel school, there is also outstanding achievement.

The Dueling School cherished her mother in its own way, and Melody, who was born and raised in the Dueling School, also respected her mother.

That’s why I went to see her mother.

It was a deviation. It was done even though it was forbidden.

She used her spell her to free herself from the bonds and found her mother with her innate senses her her her.

The image of the mother I found that way came to mind.

That was the point when Melody told Llewelyn her lies.

Melody had her memories of seeing her mother.

She goes on an adventure with the fact that the mother she has never seen is dead? This is nonsense.

But sometimes she thought that way.

I wish I hadn’t gone to see her mother.

There was a scene that flashed in Melody’s memory of falling.

Half of the face she was marred by burns, the left hand her was empty with missing fingers.

An eye that has become blank due to pollution and a third eye that occasionally emits an eerie light.

But I knew she was a mother.

It wasn’t because of the same hair color or eye color as Melody.

Paradoxically, Melody knew that her mother she was her own blood when she saw her mother her her her, who had had her wings cut off just like her.

Why does this memory come to mind? Melody wriggled from where she fell on the floor.

Her body didn’t move properly. Other than that, nothing seemed right. My breath is sweet, hot, and I can’t control it.

I can’t spit out a spell. It’s not a poem, a song, a speech, or even a whistle.

No melody can be created, so no spell can be created. You can’t recover on your own. Pathetic.

There isn’t even a sword or a cloak. Melody heard a sound approaching.

It was thanks to her excellent senses.

Are you an ally? Or Llewelyn?

It was neither. Chuck, chuck, chuck. The sound of approaching footsteps is heavy. The distinctive footsteps of well-armed soldiers.

The sound of dragging on the floor can be heard at first glance. It is the sound of long-armed weapons.

It is the sound of the end of the handle being dragged. Melody let out a laugh without realizing it.

These are the soldiers sent to deal with it.

She thought about her death even when it was just around the corner.

She has enough room to operate a small number of soldiers separately.

Although it is not visible to the eye, the situation is clear just because Llewelyn is not coming back right away or reinforcements are not coming to help Melody.

It’s a punitive force. A punitive force set up to completely destroy Llewelyn and her small group.

In other words, attacks are taking place throughout the pantheon. Need to help A variable is needed.

But I feel no strength in my limbs. Melody couldn’t even stand up. Every time she exhales, a stabbing pain envelopes her entire body, causing her to grit her teeth without realizing it.

Pain. But.

Pain is familiar. Melody became an adventurer after losing her mother, and she has overcome many crises.

So she needs to move. She needs to move.

“… Oh, really.”

A girl lying on the floor and sighing. Should I always wear a cape?

She wanted to look pretty, so she took it off because it didn’t match her dress.

Really.

Melody felt regretful. There are many things she has yet to say and many things she has yet to do.

Is Llewelyn alive?

I wish she was alive

It was then that her soldiers her her her her, who had closed their eyes as her melody filled her face her her, came within range of her, following her orders to kill her.

Sigh, I suddenly hear a sound.

Whoa!

She couldn’t even react. The sound she suddenly heard was quite familiar to Melody.

The sound of an arrow piercing flesh. That is also a very familiar technology.

Threading the shade.

The magic power generated from the trajectory pushes the body, and the sound of the soldier falling is dizzying.

Someone jumped up from a tree and rose into the air.

The icy cold blue-gray eyes scan the surroundings. There are many soldiers. I can’t process everything. As soon as the judgment was finished, the bow made of light stretched out.

Thump, thump, thump!

Rapid fire without worrying about hit rate. However, the technology accumulated over a long period of time led the arrow naturally.

The armor made of steel is pierced, and an arrow fired aimed at a gap in the armor ends the life.

The bodies of the two soldiers who had come close to Melody fell over, and Isla drew her bow in a gentle parabola.

Even the moonlight flooded in under the dim sky. With the condensed moonlight leaving a clear trail, the soldiers retreated all at once, putting their shield soldiers at the forefront.

Caen, Kaga River!

The shield was pierced, but not completely. The moment Isla landed on the floor, she rolled over and extended her bow again.

Thread the shade. The magic power emanating from the necklace around the neck created a trajectory, and the arrow made of light accelerated along the trajectory.

aaeaaaeak, eueoeuung!

The arrow fired this time was not light. Fly away with the shield intact. While the shield soldiers were tangled up, Isla saw Melody lying on the floor.

And the moment I saw it, I was shocked.

Blood flowing down, body barely able to move.

What is more serious than that.

Isla was heartbroken. She has few facial expressions and lacks expression, but that doesn’t mean she has lost her sensitivity.

Isla hated seeing people who treated her well get hurt.

It’s not just people. She threw the remaining beef jerky to the dog that followed her and waggled its tail as she passed, and gave bitter bone glue to her mourner.

It was she who made Tavadni Rovni of leather for Esha Terna, and it was she who visited Lorian most often.

Isla wanted his her family her her her. To her, these were her first companions.

Isla chewed her lip slightly and then saw a soldier jumping out of her bushes.

A soldier with an axe. She’s close enough to shoot a bow. Isla quickly put away her bow, aimed her crossbow, and fired.

Tung, kaang!

Perhaps because it was obvious where to shoot, even though it was a very close range shot, the soldier holding the ax deflected the arrow and narrowed the distance.

Isla’s weapon her was actually neither a bow nor a crossbow.

She put her lead bullet into the slingshot on her waist in less than a breath and swung it.

Under the moonlight, a catapult loaded with lead bullets drew a full moon, and a heavy attack accelerated by centrifugal force and the transformation of the upper arm crushed the ax soldier’s skull.

A collapsing ax soldier. Isla’s body spins and kicks. The legs of her suddenly resembled those of a snow leopard.

Kwasik!

Head completely broken. Isla stood on the floor without even recovering his thrown leg, turned his body to her, and fired the catapult.

Just like that, the head of the soldier who was charging behind Isla with a spear was split open.

The fight usually stops at this point. Because fear is a natural emotion for humans.

But strangely enough, the soldiers closed the distance without hesitation. Although he killed more than ten soldiers in an instant, he didn’t even feel fear.

It is an operational retreat. If there’s a distance and there’s no one to protect, it’s okay. It was impossible for Isla to handle all of these personnel.

She recalled Lucilla’s instructions

‘Go help people and bring them here!’

Lucilla knows Isla is quick on her feet. Since the snow leopard’s unique leaping ability and harmony with the forest are considerable, she thought this would be enough.

Isla’s thoughts that she were the same. But she didn’t expect anything like this.

If you don’t kill them all, they won’t retreat. If so.

Isla jumped behind her to avoid the spear blades that were aimed at her, and she kicked away the spears that were coming towards her one after another, reaching a stone’s throw from her melody of her.

“Melody.”

“Dew, la…” ” .”

My voice has no energy. She barely managed to muster up the strength to speak. Isla suppressed her sorrowful face and leapt, holding her melody at her side.

Her leaping ability surpassed even her her own body weight her her hers, and she was even capable of putting a particularly light bird beast at her her side her her hers, and Isla was able to evade her soldiers by jumping so lightly.

But she gives chase. She runs into the forest without hesitation and catches up.

It looks like if she even stops, she will cut down the tree she was climbing on and pull it down. Isla jumped from tree to tree and gritted her teeth.

“Isla, what about my sword and cloak?”

“I have it.”

“Get down, give it to me. “I will fight too.”

I am in no condition to fight. It’s impossible. Then you die.

She couldn’t say that. She felt a sense of déjà vu.

Isla herself had something like that with Llewellyn. Isla jumped from her tree and had to twist her body in the air to avoid an arrow aimed at her head.

“But… Melody.”

Although Melody is a romantic enemy, she is a friend.

She is not something that deserves to be lost.

This is right after the situation where she lost Selma. She didn’t want to lose more.

Even her her heart her her aches when she sees Llewelyn, because of her memories of her her fight her with Selma.

So she feels guilty for avoiding it without even knowing it.

She wants to express her true feelings and say that she is okay now, even though she couldn’t say anything on the hunt she went with.

I didn’t want to lose even the melody in that situation. So Isla couldn’t readily follow Melody’s suggestion.

Isla’s eyes turned to Melody with a rare tearful expression, and her words came out spontaneously.

“Snow…”

Melody couldn’t readily show any reaction to those words.

She is a duelist. She wields magic and wields a sword.

She works her magic with the power of melody. And Melody was the best dueling scholar you could find anywhere.

Natural talent and accumulated experience, high status.

She was a master duelist who could truly embody her own magical ideals.

Apparently she lost her eyes.

Now I can’t even see in front of me anymore.

Everyone knows the importance of vision in combat. Even if you are unfamiliar with combat.

But.

“It’s okay, yo.”

Because she lost it, there was a way to get it into her hands.

In front of her, a realm that she had not yet reached was beckoning.

*

It was not only the imperial army that was mobilized for this subjugation.

There were also so-called ‘adventurer-born’ mercenaries.

Not all of them were mercenaries or employed, but it could not be said that the number of mercenaries was small.

Even the ax soldiers who lost their lives due to Isla’s slingshots and kicks were mercenaries.

However, the man currently leading the ‘Golden Oriole Punitive Unit’ was different from those idiots.

He was melodic and spherical.

The name was abandoned. All that remains is Felencia, the family castle.

He was once a member of the Dueling School, but was a man who entrusted himself to the empire right after Melody and Lord Protector overthrew the Dueling School.

He was once an elder of the Dueling School and was considered a strong next dean. After hearing that he could kill Melody, he set out straight away.

No compensation was received. Rather, it was a situation where he had to pay the price.

At least Felencia herself thought so.

The privileges, bright future, and harmonious family that I have enjoyed so far.

Everyone thought that Melody had taken it from them. The defense of the nation was only a means, and the subject that destroyed it was Melody.

So Felencia looked at the girl standing in front of her and snorted.

“You’ve lost your sight, Melody.”

I closed both eyes. It was closed and did not open.

Her flowing blood wetted her forehead, and the dress wrapped around her body her her could not be considered protective gear.

The only thing you need to be careful about is the cape wrapped around your body her. That purple cloak was called the golden cloak, even though it wasn’t the same color.

The most valuable treasure that melody possesses. The best armor that surpasses any shield in terms of defense.

But you come here believing in just that?

Felencia laughed and grabbed the hilt of her sword.

Did she ‘give up?’

Felencia guessed the situation.

There was no intrusive hunter in sight. It could have been an ambush, but considering the situation throughout this campaign, it didn’t seem likely.

Felencia knew her worth.

She is not someone who will take time to kill.

The troops, generals, and mercenaries who have infiltrated the facility and tie up the defense force.

A former alumnus and dean of the School of War who was hired to punish the finance minister and the ‘true pretenders’ who are holding back Balterok, the leader of the Black Knights.

If you take the time to ambush them and kill them, those are the people. Not a mercenary who survived and perished due to the whim of the protector of the nation.

So there is no ambush here. All that remains is one melody.

Survive. Take revenge, survive, and regain glory.

What confidence? Felencia drew her sword.

A sword similar to the one Melody draws and holds in his hand,

A sword that was good at stabbing and was also favored by the first duelist who became the root of the dueling school.

Felencia grabbed the sword she had drawn and aimed it at Melody with a sword move.

“Kill.”

The entire army ran on that single word.

In the sound of tangled footsteps, the sound of weapons meeting the floor, and the sound of metal armor rubbing against skin.

Melody let out a long breath.

Recalling what Llewelyn once said.

‘Your sense of melody is at the same level as mine. What I can do is also melody.’

Melody grabbed her sword and brought her free hand to the edge of the sword.

Her curled fingers stopped in front of the sword face.

Teeing cried with a cheerful sound.

And Felencia saw.

Countless weapons pass by without even being able to hit the delicate girl who has lost her eyes.

A blind girl holding a sword with golden ripples flowing out of it.

A golden oriole with new eyes.

As Melody’s body moved as if dancing, blood spurted from the soldiers’ necks.

The girl was kindly closing her eyes among the blood.

Felencia felt goosebumps rising on her arms and immediately grasped her sword.