I Became the Wrong Race

53 – Building a Nest (1)

“Do you want me to teach you swordsmanship?”

When we returned to the camp, the Blood Knight was dressed.

It’s not that I’m disappointed that I’m not wearing it, but it’s just that I wish people would wear it, so there was no problem.

If there’s a problem… I guess I should say it’s the clothes I’m wearing.

Lorian was now wearing clothes that matched her appearance.

A long, white dress. From anyone’s perspective, it was a dress that a noble lady on a picnic on a spring day would wear.

The problem with her was that she was wearing an extremely awkward black and red prosthetic arm, and on her waist she was a thick sword the size of her own waist.

It was a strange combination. A combination that seems crazy at first glance.

The only outfit that suited the weapon was a breastplate that filled the chest of the dress.

A silver breastplate that matches well with the dress. I looked at it and wondered where I could get something like this.

“Oh, you mean this? “It’s a soldier’s memento.”

Is it okay to call it a keepsake? Wouldn’t it be closer to loot? I wondered what the soldiers would think of that, but I didn’t ask.

“Anyway… “Did you say you wanted to learn swordsmanship?”

“Didn’t you know how to use a sword?”

A completely different voice with a similar tone. I nodded to the question the man added.

Even Isla, who was quietly chewing the stew ingredients around the campfire, looks at me.

“I don’t like it.”

“I’m learning.”

“I hate learning from him. Rather learn from me.”

Swordsmanship to Isla?

It would be possible in addition to long-distance combat, but I thought that no matter how high Isla’s level was, it would not be at the level of her Blood Knight.

Above all, unlike Isla, the Blood Knight also had skills he wanted to learn.

“Teach me later. “It’s because there is a skill I want to learn now.”

“… “That?”

After all, Isla. She pursed her lips as if she had noticed, and only the blood knight, who was sitting quietly, blinked at her.

“That’s it.”

“The technique of cutting my head.”

“… Ah, you mean the shadow of the moon.”

Is this a technique called Moon Shadow? It was a strangely oriental name.

No, maybe it’s just something I hear.

I still didn’t understand this fluent understanding of language or anything like that.

“Well, I guess I’m curious too. Usually, people wonder about the means by which they killed themselves…”

The Blood Knight was convinced and said.

“Okay, I don’t feel like it.”

No, I guess I’m not completely convinced. She concluded her sentence with a somewhat uneasy answer.

“I’ll teach you every time we go camping. Llewelyn.”

It’s a good ending to say that I kind of accepted it.

For a moment, I thought, ‘It’s this simple?’, But I didn’t say it out loud.

At first glance, the situation seemed to be in my favor, but I didn’t know how much he was serious, and I couldn’t completely trust him.

I had to be careful. I kept my head down while hiding my true feelings.

“There’s something else I’d like to ask.”

“I just wanted to ask.”

“Do you not want me to become strong?”

It’s hard to explain the unwillingness because that’s not it. Lorian grinned, as if he had expected that to be asked.

“That’s not it. It would be good if you became stronger.”

As far as good things go. The thoughts that came to mind were still within Lorian’s expectations of his.

“Of course it’s good. There was a shortage of family members. In my clan, there were only those who were stronger than me or those who were weaker than me.”

“Then why did you dislike it?”

“You’re quick-witted. No… “Does this face reveal emotions well?”

A blood knight with the appearance of a girl caressing her small face and sighing.

She answered.

“It’s not me who’s fighting you, who’s gotten stronger, but other guys, so I’m just displeased because I feel like I’m only doing good things for others.”

Is that so? As expected, the reason this Blood Knight came down to earth seemed to be because he wanted to fight me.

I don’t know what to think of that, but I understand.

“What a blasphemous thought.”

Until just before the next sentence.

“Buddhist scriptures… ?”

Isla speaks for me. The Blood Knight seemed to have noticed my mistake relatedly.

“If you tell me what you didn’t hear-“

“I’m asking because I’ve been asked.”

“Hmm.”

“What kind of being is my father to say and do such things… “You thought it was blasphemous?”

I guess they thought it was blasphemous to put self-interest above finding their father…

Lorian narrows his eyes for a moment as if he is annoyed.

She crossed her legs and closed her mouth.

Are you saying you won’t answer? It was about to get a little steamy.

“Let me correct one misunderstanding: It’s not that I don’t want to talk. “I can’t speak.”

What you don’t do and what you can’t do. The difference is clear. At the spot where my gaze was directed, the Blood Knight groped my neck and spoke.

“Oath, command, covenant. It is a restraint that binds blood relatives, shapeshifters, and necromancers.”

“Restrictions… ?”

“I can talk about this bondage itself, but it is a bondage that I cannot talk about things related to some clans or things about my father.”

It’s something I’ve never heard of. Anyway, it’s worth it since you won’t encounter any of the three clans during the game.

“What kind of person is my father?”

Lorian shakes his head. Looking at the long flowing white hair, I asked one question after another.

“What happened to my father?”

“Why on earth are you looking for your father?”

“Has there been any investigation into your father among the three clans?”

“Is your father human?”

From trivial questions to important ones, to information that can infer your current whereabouts.

She couldn’t confess a single thing.

“Why did you join me?”

“Didn’t I give you information?”

“That’s right, but wouldn’t that mean betraying the clan? Is that no problem?”

“There must be a problem. But… Father takes priority over family. I don’t know if other members of the clan are like that, but at least I am.”

That was all the information I could find. I don’t know if it’s trustworthy, but if it’s true, a lot of things can be inferred.

It seemed like the three clans were less unified than I thought.

At the same time, there didn’t seem to be many means of coercion like that bondage.

It was a unique organization.

Based on what I saw and heard in the game and what I experienced, I thought it was a completely evil dark organization and its goal was the destruction or conquest of the world.

In reality, the purpose was different.

At first glance, it has a similar purpose to mine.

Just like I wanted to find my sister, they wanted to find their father.

I don’t know what he was going to do after that, but at least that’s how it seemed.

The problem is the means. It also gave me a lot to think about.

They did not choose any means.

No, there was a sense that he voluntarily chose an evil option.

But why?

Even if you roll Crayon Shin-chan right now, you won’t get the answer.

I eventually gave up and drank Isla’s stew as it cooled down.

“Eat it while it’s warm.”

“Sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, I’ll give you another bowl, so chew it thoroughly.”

“It’s heartbreaking.”

I ignored Lorian’s words and drank another bowl of stew. Meanwhile, two women’s voices were heard from beyond the bowl.

“Are you not eating?”

“He’s also benevolent. But blood relatives do not eat. To be exact, they don’t eat human food.”

“Then?”

“Drink blood. If I need it later, I will either get it from the enemy or requisition it from Llewelyn.”

“I don’t like that, so drink from the enemy.”

A consistent favor towards me and a slight obsession. It was a clear romantic feeling.

But honestly, I still didn’t know why Isla was attracted to me.

What did I do?

Even if I look back on my memory, I can’t think of anything like this.

But it was a bit awkward to even ask.

At the time I died and came back to life, I thought I should hit Isla’s favor with a straight ball, but when I actually tried to do it, I was too embarrassed to do it.

If this continues, will he end up like Gyeongsang Province’s father? Even while thinking, I piled up empty dishes.

“But you didn’t answer my question.”

Around that time, Isla suddenly blurted out.

Lorian turned his emotionless eyes towards Isla.

“Which?”

“What does Buddhist scripture mean?”

“… Was that a question?”

Oops, she overlooked that there were people who couldn’t read Isla’s coolness of her.

Isla lowered her eyebrows by about 2 mm as if she was slightly hurt, and Lorian didn’t even notice it and just blankly closed his eyes.

Then she glanced at me and saw Isla asking for help. I complied with her request

“Buddhist scriptures… “It is a sin to show an attitude that is not appropriate for a transcendent being.”

It was a shitty explanation for a Nazi. Unlike my intellectual confidence, Isla was embarrassed.

“Does a contractor have to have a good attitude?”

To interpret it, it means that there is a proper attitude that must be shown to the transcendent, and if you do not do so, will you be punished?

I shook my head.

“That’s not true. It’s just the culture of the three clans, so it’s better to just leave it at that.”

“That’s not possible.”

“That’s what a crazy b*tch who takes off her clothes she says.”

“Hey.”

“I hope you do the same.”

“I think it’s just a tongue-in-cheek play by inferiors, so I overlook it leniently.”

Unlucky year. I chewed and swallowed it in thought, but Lorian looked at me as if he could hear everything and then stood up.

“The meal is over, shall we try?”

They were trying to beat me up using sword training as an excuse.

She put the true sword in her sheath and gestured with her chin, and I straightened up in the same way.

The snow stopped falling a long time ago.

“It’s good. I was already so unlucky that I wanted to beat him up.”

“With Malbonsae.”

Lorian speaks but doesn’t bother to stop him. I nodded at Isla and Ajae.

“I will be back. The uncle…”

“I guess it’s just there. “His knees he was sore.”

He was a person who had learned etiquette not to talk as much as possible when eating, so he stayed quiet the whole time.

My knees may be sore because I used my legs a lot during a fight recently.

Elder abuse is not good. I nodded and followed Lorian toward the clearing.

It was a place where the tent was not even at the end of the field of vision.

Lorian took out his beheading sword from its sheath, dressed in an outfit that did not suit the biting cold.

Then I turned it with my wrist.

A decapitating sword that rotates with a whistling sound. It was a heavy sword that, if used against an ordinary human, would result inevitably in death even if it was sheathed.

On the other hand, when the fire goes out, my sword is just an ordinary sword.

No, actually, it’s below average.

While reflecting on that fact, I held the star blade in its sheath in my hand.

“To see the sword that cut off my arm like this…”

“It sucks?”

“I’m excited.”

“Crazy b*tch.”

“Llewelyn, I was trying to be careful, but… Speak softly. “The fact that it was a blood bag doesn’t take away the manners that were instilled in you.”

“I remember being instilled with something like that… “I don’t have one!”

He rushes straight in and swings his sword.

The sword strike of mastery level 3, which had already melted into the body, was fierce and sharp, but was most accurate.

It was a supernormal ability given by the knowledge gained by reaching mastery level 3.

In any attack, the thing that had the greatest impact on power was accuracy.

In that sense, skill level 3 was much more accurate than skill level 2. I feel like I hit exactly what I was aiming for to some extent.

What if we reach the final stage, 6? Although I was looking forward to it, the sword I swung was easily blocked.

“It may be easier to transfer technique if you reduce your strength as much as possible, but… “You want to get hit, so that’s it.”

Take a good look. With those words, Lorian pushes the beheading sword. Even though the sword is only held with the left hand, it is easily pushed away.

How? There was no need to ask why.

It’s the waist. Even if his strength is weakened, Lorian is a blood knight.

In addition, if you use your waist, it is easy to push away an blocked attack.

Above all, the beheading sword is heavier and larger than my sword. If you think of it as a lever, it’s a much longer and heavier lever than mine.

But don’t miss it. Aim for the moment the sword that was pushed away falls and pull the sword in to attack.

Just like that, I swing it horizontally with my waist.

Buuuuung!

However, my attack of conversion only topped the grass on the ground and split the air.

Not in place Where did it go?

When I looked around.

Wow!

Something hit his neck and passed by. Strong impact even when struck with reduced force.

Cold sweat runs down my back. I thought I wouldn’t get hit again, but I got hit again.

I couldn’t even see it properly.

The only thing that remains in her eyes is the bloody afterimage of her accelerated trajectory of her, her right foot dragged across the snow, and the sword that struck my neck.

If it weren’t for the sheath, the head would have been cut off.

And that unlucky smile. Although I have a fair face, I was unlucky and looked a bit like a bad person.

“This is the moon shadow. How do you know?”

Even the boastful words were unlucky. That also sucked.

But I couldn’t just ignore the fact that I was screwed.

“What a mess.”

“Dog… Um, is that an insult? It seems like a compliment, but…”

Moon Shadow was an amazing technique.

It was my mistake to think that I would be able to respond as my skill level increased, my strength increased, and the number of attacks increased.

Even if I learned that technique, I didn’t know if I could stop it. It was such a great technology.

But that doesn’t mean I wasted the opportunity by being treated like a fool.

“I still don’t quite understand how it does it, but I understand why it’s a moon shadow.”

Footprints dragged on the floor.

The foot that dragged while braking at the moment of accelerating past me looked like a halo near the moon.

And there’s even a sword. If this is the clan’s unique technology, their weaponry will shine with a dark red light.

It wasn’t strange if it looked like a shadow. Upon hearing my guess, Lorian opened his eyes wide and was surprised.

“I wasn’t able to figure out any of my squires right away… “That’s great observation.”

It couldn’t be attributed to the skill bonus and incredible agility.

Well, I’m not a crazy person who hates being praised.

How happy I am every time I see guys carrying a game and talking about how it was the best tower they’ve ever seen.

Even though it was reported right after that as ‘intentional death by the enemy.’

Still, I was happy to receive praise. I smiled with satisfaction.

“Then, I’ll show you one more time—”

Suddenly I saw Lorian soaring.

“… Uh.”

The decapitating sword falls on the snowy ground, and Lorian soars high into the sky and moves away.

So fast that you wonder if this is part of technology.

Belatedly, I saw something grabbing Lorian’s shoulders and flying away.

Yes, it was a bird.

A very large, black bird that looks like it could swallow a decent human being in one bite.

Creatures of three clans, otherwise called Brock.

It was the monster crow they created and abandoned.

“No…”

Now, they were kidnapping my daily teacher, squire, and informant.

But why? Dazed and frozen, I watched it disappear towards the mountains beyond the horizon.

One fact came to mind late.

Brock likes shiny things.

“What the fuck.”

And at that moment, Lorian was completely white and sparkling.

I picked up the decapitating sword and ran to the camp.