I Became the Wrong Race

208 – Sword Saint Association (5)

When Llewelyn first performed a miracle.

Lie Hejedia testified that he could vividly feel the impact.

“I could feel that you were reading my life, and that you understood and approved of it.”

Le Welin sipped her tea and asked the finance minister in addition.

Didn’t you feel bad?

I asked if it was like reading a diary, and didn’t anything come to mind that made me feel uncomfortable?

“Uncomfortable… ? It didn’t feel that way. Rather, so to speak.”

The sound of teacups clattering, the woman cleverly wearing a monocle laughed softly.

It was a kind yet comfortable smile. An expression that makes Llewellyn look even more awkward.

“Very… I felt comfortable.”

Llewelyn did not interpret Hegedia’s words literally.

In fact, it was the opposite. Llewelyn believed that her miracles were deeply reflected by her kindness.

Her father’s kindness her her, the power to charm the three clans without her her knowledge her her her, was at work.

So Llewellyn performed her miracle without hesitation.

There were two main reasons.

Her plan is to win the favor of the Sword Saint and lead the negotiation to a more advantageous stage. She plans to learn the Sword Saint’s skills and use that experience even for a short time when fighting in the future.

It was okay even if the first attempt was frustrated. Even if she did, she thought that if she could see and understand the life of the Sword Master, she would be able to use it in negotiations.

But.

The moment Llewelyn looked into her life as a swordsman, she froze and her face turned white.

Even Liehejedia, who as a finance minister handled gold and silver that were colder than her blood and even killed people, was not supposed to reflect on my life her her as cold.

There was only one thing that filled Llewelyn’s field of vision.

A line created by the combination of life and death.

Even after dividing life and death, blood splatters and sword marks remain everywhere.

Infinite sword marks that invade space and time, fill the whole world, and fill the sky.

The murderous intent that had been poured out non-stop for 200 years towards the man she called the Sword Saint. Among them, there was only one light shining.

That was the Sword Saint.

Shadows fluttered around the sword’s light. The area that was touched by the light because the shadow could not fill it had dried blood stains.

The blood stains looked like some kind of map. A huge map that seems to spread from the shadowed areas and fill the entire world.

Looking at that, Llewelyn thought.

‘How can humans be like this… ? Life?’

The manifestation of a miracle is not a realistic, accurate, and detailed reading of a person’s life.

It completely dissolves the life of that being and accepts it temporarily, and it largely reflects how that individual views his or her life.

Just as when Rie Hejedia lost her parents and was helpless, she set her sights on the sword and the sword.

So it was not visible what he overcame, how he developed his swordsmanship, detailed commerce, and what he did to rise to the top of the empire’s economy.

In the same sense, the life of a swordsman was invisible.

No, would it be better to say that nothing is visible? When Llewellyn’s gaze moved away as if blinking, and the shadow of hell disappeared.

“Is my life like that in the eyes of others?”

A voice rang out from before my eyes. Clear words that reach you very far.

And even before those words, the sword strike was aimed at Llewelyn’s neck, and Llewelyn’s body parried the sword strike almost instinctively and perfectly.

Ae ae ae ae ang!

The sound of metal ringing is loud. With tinnitus ringing in her ears, Llewelyn saw the Sword Saint.

“Look again.”

I quickly narrowed the distance so that my clothes were fluttering, and I saw a giant holding a sword.

The splitting of the shield she held in her hand she did not show any great skill or skill beyond reason.

I just stuck to the basics.

A sword strike that is close to perfection. The target is Llewelyn’s head.

It wasn’t particularly very fast or very powerful.

As usual with sword strikes, it was moderately sharp, fast, and strong.

Force and strength coexist, as if wary of a counterattack or defense that may come at any time.

The most beautiful sword strike.

A sword that has reached the end beyond the flesh sword and the bow sword.

It was an attack that needed no other rhetoric.

Lewelyn noticed that her body was moving as if she was possessed. As she twisted her waist and fired a sword strike from over her shoulder, Llewelyn responded by twisting her right foot and swinging from underneath her to above her.

Her subsequent movements are visible. I feel it.

Llewellyn completely forgot about the hell she had seen just a moment ago, and she saw her sword skills melted into that life.

Llewellyn was drunk with her sword.

Kagaga River—!

The sword strike that came up from below she seemed to have made contact, and then Llewelyn’s sword turned around where it made contact and aimed at her head.

Her swordsman blocked the strike with the hilt of her sword and deflected it, and even cut off the sparks that arose from the place where she was pushed away.

A horizontal cut that seems to leave a long mark in space.

Not a single word wasted, just a straight sword strike.

It is not as sturdy as it is specialized for the dragon’s body like the dragon slaying technique, nor does it feel unrealistic by using an abundance of anti-magic power like Balterok’s technique.

A sword that is just a vague accumulation of time and experience.

Therefore, it was a swordsmanship that was more honest than slaying a dragon, and was so perfect that it felt unrealistic.

There are no beliefs contained.

Just.

‘I want to swing the sword better.’

The voice ringing in my head, the voice of a young swordsman.

On a map drawn with the blood of my family, the boy-giant became intoxicated with the sword of the sword saint who killed his family.

Like Llewelyn now.

The breath that Llewelyn let out spread white, and the smile that twisted the corners of the Sword Saint’s mouth shone white.

Kagak!

The two shields danced, cutting even their breath.

Kang!

A sword strike thrown by twisting the body is returned from a standing posture.

As the blade struck, bright blue sparks erupted, and Llewelyn leaned over to relieve the aftereffects of the sword strike.

Naturally, she pulls away and takes a step back.

‘Counterattack.’

And her wrist flips over faster than her feet can drag.

Llewelyn twisted her wrist and aimed at her swordsman’s head.

Jjajaeng!

As if waiting for such a sword strike, the swordsman let go of her left hand holding the hilt of her sword.

With her freedom of movement, she draws the sword and swings it with just her right hand.

The goal is swordplay. The place where they clash is at the end of the hilt.

In that way, the hilt of the sword matches the stab and bounces away.

Kaang!

The Sword Saint twisted her body as she held onto the sword that was being pushed back, and Llewelyn took advantage of the aftermath of her swing to stab her without even an inch of space.

I love you!

A flash close to the speed of sound.

As Llewelyn twisted her body to avoid it, her sword blade stuck in the ground, and Llewelyn stepped on the back of her sword and pinned it.

Because her strength is superior to Llewelyn.

But it was a misjudgment.

‘I can still swing it better.’

As if he could hear her swordsman’s thoughts of her, Llewelyn’s body her soared.

It broke her center of gravity and caused her to soar. Her senseless projection of power was disoriented, and Llewelyn twisted her body in the air.

White light appears immediately. Traces of a sword blade approaching.

Llewelyn leapt up from where he stepped on the back of her sword and faced her with the sword aimed at his head.

As far as Llewelyn knows, there is no way to stop or avoid her in the air.

However, Llewelyn’s body still knows the heart that is beating violently and the experience of the Sword Saint.

Twist your body in the air and apply the force that pushes your body.

All that remains is to use the central area of the sword. Let Llewell Lin move her thoracic spine and scatter the sword strikes.

Jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja ejaejaejaejaejaejaejaejae!

It made a sound like a swarm of bees.

And it seemed as if the sun had risen at the place where the sword strikes the audience.

That’s what the sparks that rose between the countless iron blocks looked like.

As the swordsmen surrounding her admired, Llewell Lin twitched the corner of her mouth.

She felt good.

It was a ‘good feeling’ that was different from a feeling of omnipotence or a base, impulsive pleasure.

The fact that there is a way to go further, that there is a longer path of the sword ahead of the path the swordsman walked.

Nevertheless, if you look back and look back, you will be at your current position, which feels like a long time ago from the starting point.

A thrillingly good sense of achievement and despair.

At the same time, the spirit of victory boiled over.

A pleasant sensation calmly fills her body, rising from her waist to her head like an electric current.

The moment when the corner of Llewelyn’s mouth rises and her Sword Saint smiles with the same expression.

The two men’s feet moved towards each other at the same time.

Coughing, I turn my body around the foot I stepped on. The ringing sound under your feet is scary.

But it doesn’t stop. Llewellyn slowly turned her body from where she stepped.

Turn her ankles to the side of her, bend and twist her knees slightly, and draw her strength from her calves and her thighs to follow.

The boiling power is purified from the waist of her. The waist her is slim. The line that rises from the waist and touches the thoracic spine is the center through which the sword strike flows.

Llewellyn took in her breath when she realized that.

Twist her her waist her her her. The power that started from her waist finally passed through her shoulders.

Finally, it reached her fingertips and reached the sword her.

The tilted wrist accelerated from the straight blade of the sword with mighty power surging from the ground.

A technique that cannot be performed unless you have a giant body that has been trained and built up for 200 years.

Catch up Reading life through miracles, reaching a body far beyond that of a homunculus.

Like a bent bow unfolding, like a swung whip tearing apart space beyond the sound.

And like holding a sword with both hands and swinging it.

The blade accelerated transcendently around Llewelyn’s body.

At that time, Llewelyn became a sword, albeit for a moment.

It was like a sword being wielded by a huge being, using her body as the hilt.

The feeling of the sword becoming the blade and Llewelyn herself becoming the hilt. In it, Llewelyn herself could not figure out the whereabouts of her sword.

A transcendental blow that was far beyond my senses.

With such a blow, the two swords shot towards each other and collided.

It was a quiet clash.

Silently, as if there was no aftermath, Llewelyn’s star cluster and Sword Saint’s shield split fell out of her hands, unable to overcome the collision.

There was no time for Llewell Lin to frown her quizzically.

He found out later. The impact was so strong that all sound disappeared.

In the great silence, the cluster of stars broke and returned to Llewelyn’s soul her her her, and her her shield her her spun through the air and struck the ground.

As Llewelyn’s vambrace broke and blood gushed from her hand her, Llewelyn saw the swordsman’s expression her her even before her pain her her.

He was smiling. As if it was very refreshing and exhilarating.

‘Why…’

That time when Llewell Lin froze because he couldn’t understand her expression.

――!

Sound returned to space.

A strong shock wave sweeps everything around and scatters dust in all directions.

Llewelyn’s cloak fluttered like crazy, and by the time the shock wave had dissipated, even the miracle it had brought had long since dissipated.

Letting out a rough breath, Llewelyn raised her head. There was a giant there.

The best swordsman on the continent with a reassuring smile and a sense of anticipation and achievement as he looks down at Llewelyn.

He put his hand on Llewelyn’s shoulder.

“Now do you understand why I came here?”

Llewelyn looked down at the giant’s hand on her shoulder and at her her her own burst, bleeding hand her, and then she answered.

“No. “I have no idea.”