I Became the Wrong Race

155 – Miracle (2)

“… Miracle?”

It’s not that even the word miracle doesn’t exist in Grim Darker.

But there was a gap with reality. Unlike reality, in Grimdarker, miracles were closer to the image of impossible.

For whatever reason, it was a dark age that came after the Mythical Age ended. During that time, it was clear that it was a remnant of a myth.

So that reaction was common sense.

“What kind of pun is this? “You will not be allowed to have a proper life.”

But it seems suspicious and doesn’t come close. The soldiers stop and do not fire even though they have prepared magic.

It was worth it. Az Dan is a cautious person, and his caution may have saved his life many times.

But now, that caution has become toxic. I smiled while holding the sword.

“I don’t know what kind of trick it is, but with the sword of the Minister of Finance…”

“It’s noisy.”

I tilted my head, changed my posture slightly and turned my body to the side.

It was a minor, significant change in attitude. But Azdan’s expression hardened.

“You talk too much.”

I quickly read the power flowing through my body and the history of a person.

As the pages of a book flutter across my fingertips, the time accumulated as an individual passes, and my movements are quickly corrected accordingly.

“… “Everyone fires.”

Azdan did not just look down at me. He was cautious and attacked cautiously.

The soldiers aimed their arrows at once. The crossbowmen in the second row stood up and aimed their crossbows, and the spearmen approaching me also took out their hand crossbows and aimed at them all at once.

Soon, my entire field of vision was filled with arrows and crossbow bolts.

Countless arrows were fired almost simultaneously despite the differences in whether they were short or long.

I didn’t avoid it. Even though my entire field of vision was dyed black, I didn’t feel any sense of crisis.

Instead, I pointed my sword forward as if to show off.

The sword’s face faced forward, and I moved my body following the sword extending like that.

There was a sense of discomfort.

It is a feeling of discomfort that arises naturally. There is nothing we can do. Rather, because there was such a sense of discomfort, I was not swayed.

A sense far beyond that of a human scanned the entire arrow.

They were fired almost simultaneously, but not completely simultaneously.

Azdan was embarrassed that I didn’t dodge, but he prepared magic in preparation for any unexpected surprises.

The two rays of flame floating next to him revealed that the previous me would have had no choice but to die.

But I’m not scared. I perceived the speed of the arrows with a keen eye beyond my senses.

Time to come, first collision, final encounter.

In terms of time, they all reach each other in a short period of time, less than 0.1 second. If you don’t defend yourself, your whole body will be pierced.

Even if the head is not cut off, it is immortal, but if the wound is that severe, there will be problems with movement afterwards.

It felt like I could see a future where I would be pierced and subdued by an approaching spearman, and my head would be cut off with an axe.

Unless I do nothing.

I saw arrows. They shot very quickly, almost simultaneously, but not really simultaneously. As can be seen from the difference in the time it reaches me, there is a minor difference.

Some people heard the command too late, some people had short arms, and some people had bad bows.

Or it could be because we were impatient, or it could have been delayed for some other reason.

Either way, if you look closely, the arrows were moving at different speeds and in different positions.

Even though the goal was the same, it wasn’t really about enveloping my front line tightly.

I held the sword.

There was an individual’s time, memory, and discipline flowing through my body.

Parents who died after being swept away by a falling shower.

The sorrow of a girl who was left alone and had to somehow survive.

A swordsmanship that arose through the intertwining of twisted genius. I took two short breaths and took a step forward.

Az Dan raised his hand in surprise, but it was already too late.

I turned around on my feet. The sword flies naturally.

It’s a sword face. It is not a sword attack to cut or stab someone.

This was literally a swordsmanship created by a child who had no place to hide from the rain and was angry at the rain showers.

At the same time, it was also the swordsmanship of an adult who realized that his parents would not return even though he was able to sweep away all the raindrops that fell at the end.

I pointed my sword at the rain of arrows.

Kang!

The arrow touched the sword’s face, which was heated with flames. The short sound of metal is drowned out by countless sounds of metal ringing one after another.

It’s like falling rain. The sound of raindrops pattering on the floor has a sense of rhythm that drowns out the initial impact.

This rain of arrows is the same. Even though they are fired all at once, there is a rhythm created by different habits and situations.

That was where I had to dig in.

All that’s left is to be clever.

An excellent sense of balance that allows him to stand on one foot even on a shaking bow, and a superhuman concentration that allows him to build a tower using the corners of cards.

With a slight sense of despair, longing, and emptiness, along with a light movement of the wrist.

I straightened my waist.

The arrows that were aiming at me all followed as if they were stuck to the sword’s face.

The moment the arrow hit the sword surface, I twisted my wrist and tilted the blade to retrieve them all.

Scatter the stuck arrows. At the last moment, I used my wrist to shake it off, and the arrows flew in all directions.

The arrows that flew in after him were unable to pierce the curtain and were frustrated.

I heard it like the sound of falling rain.

The sound of a flying arrow meeting a scattered arrow and breaking, the sound of an arrow landing like that.

It was different from the swordsmanship I was familiar with.

Completely defensive swordsmanship, movements that don’t seem to be taking on humans.

A swordsmanship created to defy common sense and laws. Swordsmanship that can fight against nature.

I adjusted my grip on the sword and exhaled as the rain of arrows fell.

By the time the sound of falling had stopped, the two rays of fire in the air had long since disappeared.

I saw Azdan with a frozen expression. It was an expression worth seeing. His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at me and trembled violently.

“Why are you doing that?”

I felt the corners of my mouth rise. How could it not be?

“Are you not going to do more?”

Because a certain calculating woman, who had been engraved in my mind and who had accepted even my own life as a business field with declines and rebounds, was smiling.

I smiled after her and grabbed her sword right away.

No, there was an oxymoron in saying that he grabbed it right away.

I held the sword incorrectly. I held the sword so that it was facing the ground again, lowered the sword at an angle, and aimed it at the ground.

At first glance, it would seem full of gaps due to the shoulder-first position, but in reality, that was not the case.

This was an attitude of counterattack. Even the master of this sword technique does not use it often, so not many people know about it, but it is a move that a thorough being like Azdan is bound to know.

Azdan’s confidence was strengthened.

“It’s not just a copy… ?”

There is no name. I just called it a miracle. It’s a name I have to decide, so I don’t have a name yet.

However, its ability was clear. I erased my soft smile and stared at Azdan.

So to speak, it is a copy.

However, it is different from the copy that usually appears in comics.

Usually, copies have clear weaknesses whether they are used by an enemy, an ally, or the main character. Lack of proficiency, importing a more deteriorated version, etc.

But this wasn’t it. This was actually different from a copy.

Reading the memories and history of beings within the range of my pulse and making them mine for a moment.

To completely understand its existence and treat everything that person has accumulated as your own for a while.

Of course, it does not subdue or incapacitate the individual. But there are also advantages.

Because the individual uses what he or she has accumulated, the skill, experience, and detailed know-how accumulated by the individual are incorporated, so there is no inconvenience in handling it.

Like the source used by Lorian, a miracle that makes even that individual’s technology completely mine.

Not just imitating, but becoming that individual for a moment.

Azdan figured it all out while looking at me. He put his hand into his bosom with a stern expression and took out something.

It was something Azdan never thought he would bring up until now.

His preparations were thorough, and as a result of not being overconfident and looking at everything objectively, it was not impossible to catch me.

But not anymore. His thoughts his were being heard

The most dangerous thing in these mountains right now is that real name, Llewelyn.

The orb in Azdan’s hand glowed brightly, and he poured his magic into it.

Then the marble soared into the sky. So fast that even my reflexes can’t catch it.

But even if I knew what I was doing, I wouldn’t have stopped it. I calmly held the sword.

Azdan looked down at me and said.

“All together.”

The marble that rose into the sky broke and burned brightly.

Bright enough to be clearly visible from the entire mountain range.

*

It was a place full of sword marks everywhere. There were only two people standing, and the two showed a stark contrast just by standing side by side.

A heavily armed giant holding a long sword and looking nervous, and a thin woman holding a long sword and looking up blankly at the sky.

Both had no injuries. However, the countless sword marks on her armor and the tattered long sword she used proved that the fight was not gentle.

However, the fight stopped and did not resume after a gray ripple swept across the battlefield.

The woman looked up at the sky blankly. Until a brightly burning sphere rises above the sky and explodes.

It’s a rallying signal. A signal flare that was agreed to be used in case the emperor’s will could not be carried out due to unforeseen circumstances.

That was obvious even to someone who didn’t know the facts. Anyone could see that it was a rallying signal.

But the woman did not move. She stood there blankly, holding her sword loosely and feeling the blowing wind.

Walterok looked at such a woman blankly.

“Aren’t you going to go?”

“… Would you like to go, sir?”

I ask at first glance, but she doesn’t turn her head. She didn’t do that because she knew that her surprise attack she wouldn’t work.

Rather, it was because she couldn’t even pay attention to such things.

As she stared blankly at the flames, she pondered all the signs and signs that had been given to her.

Although it was not visible or observed directly in front.

Immediately after the spreading pulse touched her, it felt as if someone had read and understood her sword and memories of her.

And that feeling continued as if it wasn’t a lie.

So Rie Heje Dia looked at the long sword in her hand.

A long sword with its blade worn out and about to break.

It was just a tool. It was like that from the beginning.

A common swordsmanship textbook available anywhere. The ideal was higher than the reality, so if you had a little bit of skill, it was a piece of junk that couldn’t even be treated as waste paper.

However, the woman learned her swordsmanship starting with such a swordsmanship textbook.

The textbook said.

It is said that the grander the goal, the better, and that if you swing it with the sole intention of cutting down the world, you can truly become a sword that can cut down the world.

In the end, all the movements included had no meaning, and all the phrases seemed like they were floating around.

That’s how she laid the foundation for her swordsmanship after reading that textbook.

However, it was only a goal, and I never felt that it was actually possible.

Haha, I burst out laughing.

“I really didn’t think it would work.”

As Balteroc looked on questioningly, the woman shook off her sword and returned it to her scabbard.

The woman asked with a bright smile as she tucked her hair, which had blown away in the blowing wind, behind her ear.

“Do you know, by any chance, a place where a competent finance minister would work?”