I Became the Wrong Race

35 – Warrior (2)

No one present could see Owl Bear’s approach.

Even though it was such a huge shape. This was due to the speed that came from the Owl Bear’s special feathers and transcendent strength.

It was an attack that even Llewelyn, who had the best senses among the people and monsters that filled the place, could not see, so even to other imperial troops, it was a truly invisible attack.

It was no different from an unexpected surprise attack. Wouldn’t it have been the same even if I closed my eyes?

But Llewelyn somehow managed to get it.

Her twisted feet, toes turned backwards, move her legs and twist her body to avoid them.

Just by brushing against it, the cape flutters violently, and a strong wave sound fills the space. A hole opens in the ship and sea water begins to seep in.

Nevertheless, there was one sound that overwhelmed all the noise.

Wow!

Blood spurted diagonally across the Owl Bear’s body. The blood that splattered was not ordinary human blood.

Only then did the Owl Bear come into view, turning red.

The monster turned its body faster than the blood splattered from the cut fell to the floor.

That’s how monster and monster faced each other.

Quaguaga River, boom!

Two sharp swings of the front foot and a kick-like hind foot. An accurate and deadly attack from a warrior who understands his body well.

Fast and accurate. It is not that of a beast. The Black Knight was avoiding it.

Kwasik!

No, it was not a complete avoidance. The upper part of the helmet was torn off by the upward strike that followed the last kick, exposing his hair and part of his face.

Cold, sunken gray eyes and black hair. It wasn’t just pieces of armor and helmet that were flying around.

Torn scalp, scattered blood drops, and the toes of the Owl Bear’s front feet are present.

Hit and cut. Even though they were both in pain, the two warriors greeted each other without any sign of distress.

A sword that can be swung by moving precisely from the spot. It penetrates the Owlbear’s stomach.

It would be nice to twist the hilt of the sword, but you can’t. Because Owlbear held the sword hilt backwards and tried to kick it.

Reading her movements, Llewellyn let go of her sword and spun around, not even realizing she could have done so.

Quauuung!

Then, Llewellyn kicked off the cloak, which was fluttering like an afterimage, and came back facing the long sword stuck horizontally. Without hesitation, he brought his clenched fist down towards the hilt of the sword.

Hwi oh oh oh oh oh!

The Owl Bear’s side splits and his internal organs flow out along with his blood. The amount of blood pouring out along with the acrid burnt smell is considerable. The sea water lapping at the bottom is already stained the color of blood.

Likewise, the long sword that had fallen stuck on the floor, but there was no time to pick it up. Llewelyn predicted his front paws would fly towards him and jumped back.

Ugh!

A body flying backwards. It is a heavy attack that feels as if the muscles themselves are shaking. Even though it is difficult to keep my body still, I quickly get up from where I was stuck.

There, Isla, who had already lost consciousness, was soaked in sea water. Llewellyn rushed in front of her to try to keep her from getting caught up.

I saw a large figure jumping towards me. He then realized that it wasn’t just because he was fast that he couldn’t see it.

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Kwajijijijijijijik!

The lower deck breaks, and sea water fills the ship like surging hot spring water.

Despite the pressure that could have pushed his body, Owl Bear saw Llewelyn return to his side, soaked.

Llewelyn has already finished preparing to attack. He put both hands together and slashed at Owl Bear’s head.

Then his head is pushed back greatly. Blood splatters, and the torn scalp from being hit by the vambrace wets the feathers red.

The power of mourning, a skill possessed by mourners, brings back the power of the body at the expense of its lifespan.

The stronger the body, the more powerful it is.

That is why mourners live a short life. That’s usually the case.

If you are a mourner of immortality, the story is bound to be different. It’s like drawing water from an endless sea. Owl Bear noticed this and roared.

The surging sea water stirred, formed ripples, and stagnant water splashed sharply in all directions. Llewelyn raised her hand to stop her beak from reaching for her head.

His left hand was completely torn off with a horrifying sound of flesh being crushed, but he swung his right fist without hesitation.

Wow!

The beak breaks, scattering pieces. I can’t raise my beak anymore. A large object that fires back at him.

It was too close to stop. Llewellyn flew with a shock that felt as if the world was shaking.

‘You can’t just fly away.’

Even as he rolled on the floor and got wet with sea water, he picked up the blade and debris of the star that had been boiling the sea water and got up.

His feet hit the floor hard and hard, breaking the lower deck, but he didn’t care. He threw the debris at Owl Bear, who was jumping straight at him.

Llewellyn moves straight and has obscured vision. The Owl Bear lunged at it, cleared away the debris, and saw a stab aimed at its head.

This is an attack we have already seen. The only attack that worked even before going into ‘that state’. As he twists his head, flames rise and pass over his head.

Normally it would end there, but Llewellyn did not waste the inspiration that came to him.

Tsuzuzu In other words, I drag his feet, stab him with my waist, and receive the resulting recoil to break his sword.

Go!

The blade that stopped in the air struck Owlbear’s neck.

It was a common swordsmanship technique. A simple art of changing direction by receiving recoil with the waist.

However, due to his overwhelming strength, this is something he cannot normally do. It does it.

A method that previous Llewelyn would not have thought of. Owl Bear noticed the enemy’s growth.

‘That’s great.’

Although he was in pain, he was happy.

I had to step down. If the enemy grew, we also had to prepare as much as possible to meet it.

However, Owl Bear did not back down even after realizing the fact. Rather, he stepped forward.

Front feet rising from bottom to top. It picks up sea water and debris and scatters it.

Squeak!

When Llewelyn’s blade meets the blade, the only result is that her front paws are cut off. It was a great defense. The Owl Bear was impressed, but lashed out at Llewelyn with its severed paw.

Llewellyn flings backwards, breaking her boat and sending her hurtling across water that rises to her ankles.

Swinging her sword, thrusting her fists, striking with her forepaws, and so on.

The imperial soldiers who were preparing to escape on the sinking ship saw it.

“… Monster.”

It was just as someone said. It was a monster fight.

However, even a fight between monsters has an end. The fight was slowly approaching a conclusion.

’60 Seconds.’

Owlbear knew that Llewelyn was a mourner, and from what he lived and fought for, the mourner’s time limit was 60 seconds.

I also knew that the 60 seconds were slowly coming to an end.

Usually, mourners can only write condolences once a day, or at most twice.

This was because there were no living mourners even though he pursued power by overusing his short-lived power.

If you aim for it, it is the moment when mourning ends. The Owl Bear, who was on the defensive, was counting down the time that was running out.

Splash!

Suddenly, I saw Llewell Lin get down on her knees.

Mourning is inevitably accompanied by feelings of helplessness and fatigue. Because it awakens and uses the potential sleeping in the body to its full potential.

And in that state, you cannot avoid attacks. Owl Bear put her front paws together and raised them high.

That was a downward strike using the weight of the whole body.

It is a blow that even the strongest homunculus cannot withstand.

Even if it doesn’t die after being hit with this, it will be dragged into the sea and crushed in its arms.

Even if you are a homunculus, you cannot endure the feeling of helplessness and fatigue that comes from a shortened lifespan at the moment when the mourning is over.

It was a time when Owl Bear was confident of victory and preparing for his final strike.

Llewelyn recalled her memories even in the midst of mental shock caused by her frequent injuries, regeneration, and pain.

[Mourning 1/3]

She looks at the faces of those she has killed and harmed, those who have died because of her.

[Mourning 0/3]

In the midst of fatigue that made him feel like he was about to lose his mind, his world condensed.

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 60 seconds]

This is the third lament that has been used repeatedly in a short period of time.

A feeling of intense fatigue that even a homunculus could not bear came upon him, but he straightened his knees.

Quaaa!

A loud noise sounded, and Owl Bear noticed that there was no homunculus under his paws.

The seawater was just rising endlessly from the bottom of the boat, which had holes in it.

Then where?

Before he could turn his head, blood poured out of his neck.

Neck split into a half-moon shape. As I hold on to it with my still relatively intact front paw, blood soaks the sole of my foot.

How? When I turned my head, I saw Llewelyn.

Llewell Lin holding her sword in her left hand, her right arm completely crushed.

The man took the last attack with his sword, gave her right arm, let it go, and then swung the long sword with his left hand.

Right arm and neck were cut in half. In this battle, Owl Bear was pushed out. Even a roar cannot be heard because the vocal cords are split. Bleeding is also unusual.

But there is still a front foot left. The beak was also split, but remained. But he failed to choose a counterattack.

Faster than he could think of counterattacking, Llewell Lin twisted her body and brought down her sword.

She changed the direction of her waist and brought down the rising long sword again. The straight slash of the bell reminded Owl Bear of a scene he had once seen.

Anger when his entire family, who hid him and raised him because he was a shapeshifter, died, and he himself was almost beheaded.

In the end, the bloody nightmare turned into the monster they were so afraid of and had to kill them all.

I became a warrior and wandered the world, meeting three clans, and eventually giving up everything.

The blade was approaching.

A man who was a soldier of three clans and a shapeshifter who had lost everything whispered.

If you release the transformation to reduce the volume, and then transform again, you can avoid and counterattack.

But the warrior man shook his head.

It is the perfect finishing touch to a perfect strike. By skill he was defeated.

I had to give in. The life he had built encouraged him to do so.

So he closed his eyes.

“Thank you.”

The star’s blade draws a red trail along with words that may not be heard.

The blade of the sword is stuck in the neck, and the neck falls in the flames that follow.

Silence comes with the sound of the neck rolling on the floor.

There was only the sound of the rippling sea water filling the ship and the soft sound of the wooden structure characteristic of a sinking ship collapsing.

Llewelyn stood there panting for a while and then moved.

She had to return to land. If things continue like this, you’re going to die.

Carrying the unconscious Isla on his back, he swam, holding on to his fading consciousness.

Recalling how I learned swimming when I was young with the support of my older sister and the district office, I somehow managed to move my limp arms and legs to swim in the sea.

The sea, which was still dark, was warmer than expected. It grabbed his ankle and pulled him in, but the homunculus’ strong body overcame it.

Llewellyn barely made it to the port, thankful that he was a monster.

I climbed the ladder and tried to somehow get inland from the creaky dock.

He was just about to catch his breath and fall asleep.

Faaat!

Light shot out from all directions. The light was so intense that it was difficult to even open your eyes.

It was magic. A magic equivalent to a searchlight in modern times. Llewellyn belatedly remembered something as the light poured in on him from all directions.

‘Ah, that’s right.’

The Owl Bear Transformers had subordinates. Wizards and mercenaries prepared to hunt Melody.

Llewelyn, who was absorbed in the fight and whose mind and body were both in tatters, could not remember.

She had no choice as her consciousness was periodically interrupted and continued.

There is nothing we can do when the problem has already occurred. Llewelyn gasped, then gently put down the soaked Isla and stepped forward.

I was so tired that I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment because she was covered in blood.

She didn’t even know if she could fight. But she had to fight. He instinctively thought so.

But his body did not allow it.

Tangrang!

Before I knew it, the sword slipped out of my hand and rolled on the floor.

Let’s go!

His knees buckled and he fell forward, and his legs no longer moved.

I didn’t know if it was because I wrote it in a distorted way for too long, or because I wrote her lament three times.

I only vaguely knew it was a crisis.

That too is a desperate crisis. Llewelyn knelt down, dazed as she looked at the enemies who had surrounded her.

Even if he was fine, it was an unknown number whether he would be able to deal with them all.

“… “Prepare to attack!”

The wizard who appears to be the representative raises his hand. As he made a hand sign with his other hand and aimed, other wizards and mercenaries also aimed at Llewelyn.

Those holding swords draw them, and human hunters holding bows and crossbows aim for Llewelyn’s head, torso, legs, etc.

The wizards each prepared their own magic and took aim at Llewelyn. Llewelyn knew that in this situation he had no way out.

I don’t know if it’s at max level.

‘It would be nice if my sister came to help.’

It was around the time when I burst out laughing at the vain and childish thoughts.

Suddenly, a sound reached his ears.

“What does this mean?”

Even Llewelyn seemed to be the only one who heard it. Before anyone could respond to the wizard’s puzzled voice, a melody began to flow.

A sound that sounds like a chirping bird, or strangely like a musical instrument.

It was a high and sharp sound, but somehow pleasant to listen to.

“This…” Whistle?”

If so, it was a very skillful whistling sound.

It was a moment when the expression of the magician who was temporarily acting as the leader stiffened with uncertainty.

“Everything is fine… !”

―!

The resounding melody is filled with magic. A magical melody that hits the brain and body of everyone who listens.

The mercenaries’ bodies stiffen and fall to the floor.

Soon, a girl walked forward accompanied by a sharp melody.

A beautiful girl with blond hair that is almost the color of apricot, wearing an estoc held in her hand and a cape.

She waved her hand at Llewelyn, who sat blankly. Soon, a sonorous voice came out at the end of the melody.

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“There are a lot of things I want to say… “Also, I didn’t want you to push yourself this far.”

The girl tapped my lips and then withdrew her hand. She rarely opened her eyes and gazed at Llewelyn with proud eyes.

With a love that reminds me of an older sister.

“But you did well.”

“Gold, golden… !”

As Estoc stabbed the neck of the wizard who had just come out of paralysis and escaped, Melody shook off her sword and spoke.

“From now on, please leave it to me and rest in peace.”

A cute face of a girl squinting one of her eyes and winking.

That was Llewelyn’s last memory before she lost consciousness.

He fell asleep in deep relief, without any anxiety.