Chapter 135.2, Demon King of Evernight
She moved her body as freely as she could before it was eaten away by the disease — no, even more freely. Her brother did gymnastics a lot, but Mirele understood his feelings well enough. Even Mirele, who had only been sick for a few years, couldn’t stop feeling happy. There was no doubt that her brother, who had literally felt helplessness until the day he died, felt even more joy.
She felt a tremendous exhilaration at the smell of blood and the presence of a battle. A towering fortress. She felt no fear for the countless murderous intents that were aimed at her from there either.
The bat that her brother had sent was squeaking above her head. There was no full moon tonight. It wasn’t the time when vampires could reach their full potentials but it was enough.
The five senses of vampires can handle a large amount of information. They can see in the dark as if it were a day, but they’ll never be blinded by a blazing fire. They can pick on the sound of a needle falling, but they will never have their eardrums rupture from a loud sound. They are sensitive enough to even feel the flow of the wind, but they’re not weak to stimulation.
In other words, they’re perfect. They have countless weaknesses, but if they take in the information properly and pay attention, they will never have to worry about surprise attacks. It seemed that her brother had continued to fight without caring about his body being harmed, but Mirele didn’t have such a philosophical view yet. And the aversion to being wounded was always in the corner of her mind when blood rushed to her mind due to her combat instincts, dampening them. She lightly dodged the incoming counter-attack of arrows and threw the wooden cannonball. The castle wall made of stone was solid, but if she kept at it, it’d eventually collapse.
The reason why Mirele wasn’t transforming into a wolf was partly because a humanoid form had more maneuverability, but it was also to avoid killing the opponents too much. She crushed a few towns in search of their main base and killed a little too much. If their numbers were reduced, the profit from incorporating them into their army would also decrease. It was one of the things she had to reflect on in the strategy against ‘Demon King of Evernight’.
If she kept on throwing trees, the moat would soon fill up, the enemy would despair and start making noise — there was still a while until dawn, but she wanted to go home as fast as possible.
Flaming arrows were fired and pierced the trees. They were trying to buy time by burning the forest and reducing the number of objects she could throw. It was an underhanded move. Mirele pulled out the burning tree and threw it a little higher. The burning tree disappeared beyond the outer wall, followed by the screams carried by the wind.
By now, the opponent should have become aware of Mirele’s intentions.