So why, exactly, did these psychics go mad when the emperor was in grave danger? What was the reasonable basis for that? Where was the logic?
And who had planted that thought in my mind?
Still, that didn't matter anymore.
At the critical moment, Amyia had already raised her hand. A swarm missile slid straight out of her sleeve and hurtled into the star-seer's face.
After all, the girl was paralyzed from the waist down, but her hands still moved as quickly as those of a seasoned psychic.
Just judging by her hand speed, she was twenty times faster than an elite armored grenadier.
At the same time, the prosthetic components in her waist, abdomen, and back began running at a drastic overclock, emitting a barely audible high-frequency vibration that transferred explosive force to the girl's rigid lower body. As a result, even her half-paralyzed body could still dodge with more agility and speed than an ordinary person... Well, only three or four times faster than an ordinary armored grenadier.
Fortunately, the star-seer opposite her seemed to have been startled by the Gumeyan girl's movements. He froze for a moment, which was just enough for his target to dodge the vortex at the last possible instant.
In a flash, the missile struck the star-seer in the face, and the resulting explosion engulfed his head. Yet that gloomy voice, thick with suppressed bloodlust, still burst from the smoke.
"Why are you dodging, Miss Agnes? Why? You should have died at the War God Festival four years ago!"
Amyia's prosthetics carried her backward, as if she were riding a skateboard.
After the brutal riverside battle at that year's War God Festival, Amyia had suffered a backlash from overusing her psychic powers. The psychic circuits inside her had been damaged, leaving her almost