I Became the Wrong Race

152 – Subjugation (4)

Agility.

That name, which not many people in this world know, was actually different from what is commonly thought of as agility.

Grim Darker’s agility was an ability that encompassed his senses.

It was an ability that corresponded not only to dexterity, but also to the five senses, and those with high levels of this ability were bound to show off their senses like beasts.

Llewelyn said that when she told Melody how she escaped, her reaction was unusual.

If you can do it, you can too.

And that was true. At least as far as Llewelyn knows.

Llewelyn’s agility at the time was 20.

She was currently like Melody with her Dexterity at 20. Therefore, Llewelyn believed that what she was able to do was also possible for Melody, who had the same level of ability.

That wasn’t wrong.

20 is the level of superhumanity.

It exceeded the limit of 18, which is considered the human limit, and was a realm only allowed to humans who were the squires of Netel.

Even Llewelyn, who had no knowledge of architecture, was able to figure out the structure of the entire fortress in a year and plan an escape.

If you close your eyes and focus on your senses, you can feel beyond the wall. When the wind blows, you can trace the wind and read over the hill, and you can map the space with the sounds you hear.

It’s at the level where you can first sense a starving animal crouching in the bushes with your sense of smell.

Melody could theoretically do that. Sight is just one of the senses. She said she lost an eye, but it wasn’t a problem.

The problem was that Melody was human.

Humans are creatures that rely on vision. It’s not just dependence either.

It is a fierce dependence. That’s why people who lost their eyes are usually scared.

Even if the sense of loss was cut out and the pain was removed, the fear that remained was created for that reason.

It was because if you lose your eyes, you lose a lot.

Humans who lost their eyes were unable to balance properly. This may not be the case for humans who were born with it or who have adapted, but for humans who have just lost their eyes, it is difficult to even stand up properly.

As a result, I lose confidence.

You are not even sure, and you begin to doubt your every action.

Is he moving correctly?

Is he doing it right?

Is it right to follow your intentions?

I can not know. Because I can’t see it. It becomes the unknown, and the unknown becomes fearful to humans as if it were natural.

It was not arrogance that made Felencia confident of her victory after seeing Melody lose her eye her her her her.

It was a cool analysis. Nevertheless, considering the possibility of himself being killed and his strength, he sent his soldiers first.

When blood gushes from the necks of those soldiers, he feels like he made the right decision.

I couldn’t understand. Felencia looked at the girl, her hand clinging to her sword.

She spins gently as if dancing.

There was a decisiveness in her turn that knocked away her ax she aimed at her and stabbed her straight in the throat, and there was a meticulousness in fluttering her her cloak her to deflect a spear aimed at her back her.

She completes her rotation with a deftness that makes it seem like she has eyes on her back, stabbing her gently held estorque.

Her dark brown blade pierced through the armor her and pierced the spearman’s neck her her her, and by the time the blade came out, Melody was no longer there.

Walk confidently. There was no sound or presence of her in her her light her steps her her her.

Before you know it, it’s just a stone’s throw away. When Felencia saw the dreamy girl approaching her, she hurriedly swung her sword.

Kaang!

The sword strike that made contact was light. She can’t even push. Felencia had the advantage in terms of physical conditions.

But, why?

Strange. Emptiness, like dealing with an illusion. She did the same when she saw the blade shoot out as she gently pushed it away.

“—Pfft!”

As she twists her head to avoid it, the hat on her head is pierced and torn.

The sword was aimed precisely at the area under her chin.

Sophisticated and soft. It’s not that fast, but it’s hard to avoid. She feels out of breath without knowing why. Felencia dragged her front paws behind her and threw out her estorque.

Kagagak, jjaeng!

Melody held out her sword blade with her delicate hand, and her Felencia sword flowed along the blade and passed by her side her her her her.

There is no strength. There is no speed. However.

‘What? The sword attack…’

A sword plays that extends outward. The target is the snow. Even though it may not be visible, the accurate sword strike was unwavering.

Hesitation, anxiety. I didn’t even feel anything like that. The sword attack was moving forward with the intention of taking life with confidence.

‘How? ‘Isn’t it invisible?’

A person who has lost an eye cannot move properly.

Because they have not adapted like humans without eyes, they cannot move as usual when they lose their eyes.

I only discussed this without the sense of loss, but in reality, the sense of loss has a significant impact on the will to fight.

A person who has lost his will to fight cannot fight. That’s usually the case.

But what about this?

Felencia had to allow herself to be attacked several times while struggling to deal with the heavy rain of swords that rained down on her.

It’s clever and gentle.

Act as if you know your own thoughts and intentions.

Her her sword her strike her, which curved gently as if passing by the Estalk she had raised to block, pierced her side her her, and as she twisted her her body her her her, barely able to block it , it changed its trajectory and stabbed her in the leg.

Because she is an estoc, she could not say that her wounds were light either. Blood spraying out. In it, Felencia looked blankly at her melody in confusion and fear.

I saw a girl with her eyes closed in mercy. Her drooping eyelashes her flutter, and her hair fluttering with violent movements, shines in the moonlight.

Sweat and blood, only the girl was swimming freely among it.

With confidence, not fear, loss, or anxiety.

Felencia couldn’t understand, she couldn’t even understand the melody.

Lost her eye Since she had good vision, there was no guarantee that she would be able to fight without losing it.

Still, she had to do what she had to do to save the situation.

She had to fight.

So she was standing here now.

He dragged her her stiff, painful her body her her as if it was about to collapse onto her knees, held on to her estalk, let out a rapid gasp, and desperately tried to control her stumbling her body her her her her.

She swung her sword like that.

As if it were obvious, the direction in which swordplay was going was not visible.

She doesn’t even know if she’s moving correctly.

She can’t see the front, she can’t see the enemy, she can’t see the environment.

She just lost her eyesight.

But her body moved as expected. When she extended her sword, there was the feeling of splitting flesh running through her fingertips.

The swordsmanship that was practiced countless times on her adventures with Lu Silla is the basis.

It was unfolding exactly as the melody intended.

Despite the fear, anxiety, and disbelief that engulfed her entire body, her body was moving properly.

Even though she didn’t have time to adapt.

Melody found the reason in her pain.

The pain that fills my entire body feels more vivid because there is no place that doesn’t hurt.

Move with that kind of body. There were two main senses that guided her.

Touch and hearing.

Melody suddenly pulled down the sheath of the sword she was wearing at her waist and held it in her left hand.

The moment when Felencia, wary of an attack, aims defensively at Estok.

Tak!

The scabbard taps the floor.

Melody remembered a certain creature. Monsters called giant bats.

They enjoy hunting prey in the dark without any light.

Did she say echolocation? It makes sounds, Lucilla said, and perceives its surroundings through what it returns to.

The melody was the same too. She had an impressive memory of the story Llewelyn had told her in passing.

Melody also seemed to firmly believe that she could do that.

So Melody did just that. She tapped the floor with her sheath.

The sound spreads out. Just as a net thrown over the sea spreads, focus your senses and accept what comes back when it touches an object.

I feel it. Felencia stands on the defensive while retreating in embarrassment, and the people standing behind Felencia.

The sound of trees crying. It’s tight. It’s a bow. On the other hand, there was also a groaning sound behind the melody.

Stepping forward while making a groaning sound. A mercenary who narrows the distance between the injured and dead, looking for an opportunity.

Know how things are working around. Sensing that it is using echolocation, it is intentionally making a groaning sound and narrowing the distance.

However, the sense of melody goes further than that and opens up a new horizon.

I could hear the heartbeat.

Heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

No, isn’t it a sound?

Maybe it’s the sense of touch. The vibration may be transmitted through the ground it touches.

Maybe it’s magical power, maybe it’s an illusion.

But it doesn’t matter. Melody said she wanted to do what she could.

She bit her pretty lips.

Whiiiii!

A whistle that suddenly exploded. My body stiffens. As if it were obvious, Felencia recalled a story that was famous throughout the continent.

Golden Oriole, Melody. The story goes that she whistle destroys the army.

‘Oops, magic… !’

Just as she was reflexively raising her magic power, Melody lightly jumped on her hind feet.

The distance decreases. No magic was used. It is a whistle made as part of echolocation and feint.

The soldiers who had memorized information about Melody stopped for a moment, and the mercenaries who were looking for an opportunity to surprise her also froze.

The only thing that moves is the melody. Just as everyone was trying to raise her magic power to counter the magic, she was the only one who aimed her sword.

Kagak, kang!

Estoc, which Felencia reflexively lifted up, splits in two.

“I lost my magic power. “I’m sorry.”

It’s a kind and nice smile. It would have been nice if the dark brown sword body wasn’t shooting towards the head.

Felencia let out a laugh in her confusion, and her head was pierced just like that.

Her body trembles, and she falls to the floor as she pulls out her sword.

He didn’t move anymore. He just died, staring blankly at his page her her her her.

Melody stood next to the man’s body and spoke.

“I’m busy, so should I keep it short?”

Melody clearly lost her eyes.

The body was not functioning properly due to the injury, and even now it was only barely moving and could not be considered whole.

But why?

The soldiers surrounding Melody suddenly realized that they were outnumbered.

“There is someone I need to help.”

And those were her her last words her her her.

Tak!

Before she knew it, the sheath of the sword in her left hand was hitting the floor.

The area under the falling moon turned red.