I Became the Wrong Race

30 – Marcie (2)

“Wait a minute. Take a break….”

I couldn’t let go of Isla’s hand even when we were far away.

And the difference in physical strength was remarkable. No matter how good Isla was as a hunter, beastman, and shapeshifter, her physical strength was high, but it was not at my level.

I didn’t stop even for a moment as I reached the outskirts of the city, and at the end of that long run, Isla was panting with excitement.

Sweat wet her forehead, and her hair stuck to her skin.

Even so, I couldn’t tell them to stop so I was dragged in. When I let go of her wrists, she lowered her upper body and gasped for a long time.

Her tail was limp and her ears were lying on top of her head, exhausted.

My panting breath was strangely strange, but I had no time to worry about it.

I pulled Isla, who was still hesitant, into her shadow and looked outside her.

There was no one chasing after them. Thank goodness.

I was so embarrassed that I decided to run away, but if I think about it calmly, I shouldn’t have done that.

Although I was certain that the person running there looked suspicious, I couldn’t just ignore the visible signs.

So I ran away. As a result, we were standing a long way from the port.

There I was in her alley with Isla, puffing out her chest and catching her breath.

The silence was broken while Isla was catching her breath.

“That was a javelin.”

Without a doubt, it was so. As I agreed, Isla patted her chest and caught her breath and spoke.

“The person was thrown upward and pierced with a javelin from below.”

It was an incredible story. It was an execution method that was far from efficient and could be seen as truly eccentric.

However, I was not one of those people who ignored my colleagues’ opinions simply because they were difficult to believe.

“… “Why?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know.”

Isla gasps and grabs my arm.

She slammed her head into my body with a loud sound and held her breath for a long time.

Only after she had finally caught her breath was she able to share her guess.

“I guess it’s just a show off. “It’s like marking territory.”

It was an extremely hunter-like approach. And when I heard that, I thought it might be the same.

Although the premise was that all of her guesses were correct, it was a death that could only be seen as a show off.

A broken ship, intelligence agents and sailors spread out in front of it.

When thinking about how they might have died, the most accurate expression would be showing off.

I didn’t bother to kneel down and grab each one one by one and throw them into the air.

Even though he would have died if he fell, he decided to throw the spear and pierce it. When it falls, the person looks like a whole pig on a skewer.

And then they go out of their way to display it by reconstructing it to make it look as beautiful as possible.

For what?

If it’s not for show, it doesn’t make sense. I couldn’t understand it if it wasn’t for show.

In Grim Darker, there were no such types of skills or magic that required such preparation.

It was just a joke and entertainment. I did it to enjoy it.

The more I realized, the more clearly the enemy seemed to be drawn.

Inside, I clenched my fists tightly with the body of a monster.

The art of sinking a ship with a single blow and throwing a javelin and piercing a human being in the air.

It was not the kind of level expressed by words such as skill, occupation, or technology.

That was power.

Pure and powerful power.

A power that is several levels higher than mine with a power of 20.

Monster upon monster.

It was about time I swallowed the answer I instinctively derived.

“We are a group of shape-shifters.”

Someone’s words naturally blended into my thoughts.

I reflexively turned my body and pulled out my long sword.

Isla bent down to avoid interfering with the trajectory of my sword and pulled out a catapult from her belt.

No matter the situation, the surprise attack was allowed.

I don’t know who it is, but it needs to be deleted from this spot.

The thought that came to mind quickly volatilized.

There was a man at the end of my day.

A middle-aged man with a pale complexion, shaking away flies and clutching his shoulders.

The place where one of his arms should have been was roughly torn and empty.

Even though a weapon was pointed at him, he was a man who stood upright.

“… “Thank goodness.”

No, you are wrong. I had no strength to avoid the attack.

That alone gave me an idea of what had happened.

“I felt like I was going to die soon, but I guess I can deliver.”

The man’s body collapsing.

The man, who slumped against the wall of the alley without any time to hold on, looked up at me and Isla.

Me and Isla were caught in the wandering gaze. He held his breath and was sure that he was the person Isla and I were looking for.

“The intelligence unit dispatched to the New World was wiped out. “I will die soon, so I am truly annihilated.”

I burst into tears, the blood welling up and soaking the ground. It was blood coming from a torn shoulder.

The area is too large to stop the bleeding. To begin with, I have no medical knowledge.

He smiled at the blankly scanning gaze.

“There was an inner conflict. I stopped at the top of the ocean and tried to approach secretly by ferry… The helmsman and captain were killed and captured.”

The Imperial Intelligence Department would not be an easy organization. Since it is a national intelligence organization capable of calling itself an empire, it must have a certain amount of power.

Escorts and personal force will not be lacking.

According to what I have felt since playing Grim Darker, the Empire cannot defeat the three clans.

It was the same even now.

“There was a group of transformation people. “They were a group of shapeshifters who turned into bears.”

Transformers. Normally, I would have thought that he was originally a beast and inherited the bloodline of three clans, but now is an exception.

There are three clans.

It was like that from Grimm Darker’s first work.

The assassination of the five archdukes was actually the work of three clans, and judging by the released information, the empire’s civil war was also instigated by the three clans.

All the evil deeds that were revealed in earnest in Part 3 were also done by the three clans. What Melody said came to mind.

‘In reality, the forces are divided and there is a fierce political fight going on.’

So Lucilla, the protector of the nation, could not come to the New World. The New World was abandoned.

‘The influence of the three clans is reaching some of those forces.’

Everything that has happened so far was simply explained because of the internal communication between the three clans and part of the empire.

As long as the information reaches the three clans, all reinforcements coming to the New Continent will die, and no matter what they do, they will be one step slower.

Like now.

I glanced at the man, whose breathing had begun to slow down. As he knelt down on one knee and made eye contact with him, the unknown agent smiled faintly.

It was a smile that would not last long. That face hardens. He and I both froze at the sight of someone approaching us.

It was a strong presence. It was invisible to the eye, and the mere fact that it was approaching and looking at it was enough to vividly feel its presence.

It was obvious who it was. I made eye contact with the agent.

He smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

The meaning was obvious. I made up my mind. Since his life was dying anyway, it was up to him how to use it.

All that’s left is to accept it. But the hand becomes stiff and does not move.

Nevertheless, the fact that I have to do it encourages me. Around the time I heard approaching footsteps.

I gritted my teeth and then raised my hand.

Kwasik!

I feel nauseous. I was disgusted with myself.

“I found it… Yes?”

The headless body fell down, and I stood up and saw the person approaching.

Anyone could see that he was a bear-like man.

A typical warrior with brown hair, a brown beard, and golden eyes.

He looked back and forth between me and the corpse with his head smashed in confusion.

“… “What are you?”

Quickly judge based on facial expression, attitude, and presence. I glanced at him who was taller than me.

A group of shapeshifters who sank a ship and created countless exhibits in the harbor.

He was a member of three clans that were probably bear shape-shifters.

Perhaps a monster with stronger strength than me. I tried to hide my nervousness.

What attitude should I take here?

This agent gave his life as a hand that I could use. If you don’t use it, you’re dead.

In that sense, it was good to utilize this death.

“That is what I will say.”

Then the shapeshifter scratches his chin. Golden eyes that seemed to glow in the dark looked at me and Isla one by one.

Only then did I see something.

I’m sorry to the agent, but he was a decoy.

A bait released by the shapeshifters to hunt down ‘collaborators’ of the Imperial Intelligence Department.

He finally realized that and chose death. To create an alibi even if it means dying soon.

It was like leaving it to my abilities, but there was nothing I could do while everyone was dying. What he could do was limited.

Moreover, it was right after I took the bait.

Since I didn’t want to fight here, I had to calm down as much as possible.

“I was about to extract information when he suddenly bit his tongue and committed suicide. “Is it your fault?”

A group of shapeshifters whose expressions become even more confusing when they deliberately stick to an arrogant tone of voice.

He looked back and forth between the headless corpse of the agent and me with a blank expression.

It might be tempting to hesitate because you don’t know anything, but I didn’t hesitate.

I had enough material to judge and deceive.

I picked up a broken ring one day. Wasn’t that written on the ring destroyed by the Blood Knight?

Because the research was not recognized, it was transferred to another department.

And if departments and clans were divided, political strife was bound to occur. If they are all beings who think like humans, it’s strange that they don’t exist.

That’s what I intended.

They are trying to make me think that I am a subordinate sent from another department of the three clans.

“No, that…” “Who sent you?”

Fortunately, it worked out as I intended. I slowly withdrew the Precious Blood that had been deliberately wrapped around my body.

Then the bear shapeshifters opened their eyes wide. I opened my arms to him as if showing off.

“I am a squire sent by Blood Knight Lorian, and my name is Llewelyn.”

The sword-red armor symbolizing the blood knight and his ominous attitude made the shapeshifters quickly kneel down to him.

“The foolish beast sees the young blood of its kin!”

And fortunately, his hierarchy seemed to be lower than that of the blood knight’s squire.

I said, relieved that the unknown agent’s death was not in vain.

“It just worked out. “Whatever your mission here is, stop it immediately and follow my instructions.”