I Became the Wrong Race

55 – Building a Nest (3)

What was engraved on the mural clearly had the same appearance as me.

It was a delicate mural, and unlike other murals, this one was almost undamaged.

Thanks to that, there was no doubt that it looked like mine. This was definitely my face.

The problem is, why is my face engraved here?

While the heart beats violently and the lungs that do not need breathing quickly divert useless oxygen to the body.

I closed my eyes tightly.

“Lu?”

Isla called, and even as the mourner behind me moved left and right and looked at me, I closed my eyes and composed my mind.

In addition, I also organized the things I saw.

This is a pantheon.

Most of the engraved murals are of gods or their servants, and this mural, located at the center, is likely to have that much important value.

And there was my face.

No, is it just my face? I opened my eyes, feeling the pulsation slowly subside.

“… “There is only my face.”

Isla was not engraved on the mural.

There was no mourner, and likewise, there was no blood knight Lorian or melody engraved on it.

In other words, it is not a mural carved in anticipation of the future. Then why on earth is my face here?

I didn’t know.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

Isla was probably worried about me, but her voice was showing rare emotion.

Vivid concern, slight fear.

As she was always expressing her feelings honestly, I noticed her hesitation in her eyes and then turned my attention to the mural.

And I saw details that I had not yet looked at properly.

“This… “It’s definitely my face.”

Although it is said to be a mural, it is almost as elaborate as the statue I saw in photos before being possessed.

So I was certain that it was my face.

A handsome man who can be called classic. The face of a homunculus that I often can’t believe is my own.

But something is different. After looking at it for a while, I could tell the difference.

First of all, the outfit was different. In almost every situation, I wore armor that I stole from Lorian and that became my own because it didn’t fit her body.

However, the man in the mural had the same face as me, but he was wearing what should be called a priest’s uniform.

A generous robe. A shabby attire that a monk might wear and that does not discriminate between men and women.

In addition, there were many differences.

“… “Something different.”

Isla said and stretched out her long fingers and placed them on the mural.

And then she lifts her finger from the face of the mural and points it at me.

Cook, her finger she was poking my cheek.

“The expression is different.”

“Facial expression?”

“Uhm, definitely…” ” Your face is a bit more relaxed. “It wasn’t that desperate or pathetic.”

“I would rather say it was excellent than that.”

A face full of excellence. This explanation reminds me of a former friend. I nodded while looking at the mural.

The man in the mural certainly looked sad.

He had lost a lot, and he seemed to be grieving over what he was losing from now on.

It was different from me.

It was different from me, who had very little to lose and the only experience I had was being deprived from before I was born.

Losing something means that you once had it. I looked at a man who looked just like me but lived a different life.

Information flowed in.

Although it was a simple mural, I was able to learn a lot just by looking at it.

A man who once had everything. A man whose name I don’t know and who I don’t know anything about.

When I turned my head and looked around, I saw many things.

Things I can finally see. From the murals on all the pillars with gods engraved on them, to all the patterns and symbols carved on the ceiling.

It all seemed to flow towards this mural located in the center.

As if it continues from the first page of a book to the last period.

Every part of the temple is a passage from a book, and the central steel is a period.

All the gods and believers gathered together and waited for this man’s trial.

No, trial?

I didn’t know why the thought of a trial came to mind. While she was just staring blankly, Isla grabbed her hand.

“Roo. “Over there.”

When I looked up, I saw a bird flying from the cracked upper part of the temple.

It was a bird that felt quite large even though it was far away.

“Is that right?”

“… Ah oh. That’s right.”

Lately I realized it was Brock.

Explanation Isla might have been embarrassed that she found it first, but she didn’t even think about it because her head was so dizzy.

“Let’s go.”

The shame is that I am not in the position to lead.

Nevertheless, I followed Isla’s guidance and stood in the center of the temple.

“Is he dead?”

“That won’t be it.” Because I’m strong.”

I’m sure there’s Lorian up there. The problem is that there is no reason for Brock to be alive until now.

Since he is not unconscious and is being kept like a treasure, Lorian must have had an intention in keeping Brock alive.

I don’t know if it’s intended to harm us.

“Let’s go up.”

The quickest way would be to see it with your own eyes.

There was no disagreement with my proposal. They glanced at the roof of the tall temple.

“That’s high. How do you plan to climb? “I don’t think I can reach that far because my knees are bad.”

The mourner had been limping since we first met, possibly due to a knee injury.

So there must be a flaw in the performance of the leap.

“It’s impossible for me too. Even if I transform.”

“Transformation?”

“There is such a thing.”

Isla bluntly answers the mourner’s question.

She is a shapeshifter and was able to become the so-called were snow leopard, borrowing the form of half a human and half a snow leopard.

His leaping ability and all other abilities seemed to increase significantly, but it didn’t seem like he would reach that high.

Then there is only one thing left. B.

I rolled my eyes and remembered my abilities.

Mourner’s special ability called Explosive Leap.

It is a high-speed movement ability proportional to strength, agility, and health.

In the game, only forward, backward, left and right movements are possible, but if it were reality and not a game, it would function as a leap as the name suggests.

The problem was that even if it were, there was no guarantee that it would be reached.

At least the height of the temple roof is about the 4th floor of the building.

It seemed to be over 10m.

And my Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution modifiers total 17.

Considering that one square in the game is 0.5m, and one square per modifier.

The jumping distance is about 8.5m. It was not at the 10m level.

But there is a way.

I packed up Isla’s forgotten items inside the cloak and approached her mourner.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Perhaps.”

“That’s right. I need help.”

He looked troubled.

“Well, I have a bad leg, so it won’t help for a while…”

“Are you okay. There will be no fighting.”

“If that’s the case.”

While the mourner puts his hands together to form a stepping stone, Isla cheers by waving her hands slightly from behind.

I gathered strength in my body while checking the location and height of the temple.

There was no need to write condolences. Even if it’s an old man, you don’t know.

I just use leaps at the right time. If you fail, you will have to wait a while before you can try again, preferably all at once.

“Are you ready?”

“Hmm. Come anytime.”

After hearing those words, I assumed the crouching start posture, which I had never learned, then relaxed and stood fine.

Just the moment when your eyes meet.

Bang!

I stamped my feet loudly and ran forward.

It gets closer in an instant. He didn’t move an inch, as if he wasn’t afraid.

I’d be scared if a monster like me attacked me.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m not afraid of death, or because I believe in it.

For me it was a good part either way. In the end, the result will be good.

I run and jump lightly, straddling the uncle’s two overlapping hands, and supporting my entire body with that one foot.

There was no need for conversation. Let the mourner’s arm muscles swell as if they are about to burst.

Immediately a feeling of floating greeted my body.

However, if you just fly by, you won’t get very far. Before I could give myself up to resistance, I unleashed my concentrated power.

The name of the skill is Explosive Leap.

And just like the name of the skill, the explosive leaping power made my body soar into the air.

“Ugh… ?!”

The sound of an old man being embarrassed. I could hear the sound of it falling, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to take care of it.

This was a necessary action for the mourner as well. As I watched the temple roof slowly getting closer, I took out the hook and rope that I had put in my cloak.

A roof that is barely reached. The remaining distance is less than 1m, but we can’t reach it.

That’s why I prepared hooks and ropes. I swung the hook with great force that flowed through my entire body, from my shoulders to my fingertips.

Pakaang!

A hook that explodes and sinks deeply. My body, hanging on the rope, recedes faster than the backlash that comes to my lifted body.

I could hear the sound of the rope straining and the hook was rattling like crazy.

Squeak, squeal…

I was eventually able to climb onto the roof.

As I climbed onto the roof with the hem of the rope hanging toward the ground, things that I had not seen before when I was below greeted me.

First of all, Brock’s huge nest.

And the wide sky with Brock flying above it and Brock in full swing.

The sky was so clear you wouldn’t expect it to be a snowy mountain.

I looked at the sky and approached the nest.

As expected, the scene I expected was waiting in the nest.

Well, the whole situation proved that to be the case.

Lorian’s military power is clearly superior to mine.

It was easy to guess that Lorian could have escaped on his own, but he didn’t.

Lorian.

Lorian, a member of the three clans and a blood knight, would know something, unlike me, who had to intuitively look at the tombstones to gather information.

So, he would have waited for us to come and kept Brock alive to make it easier for us to come.

So I approached the woman who was lying blankly in her nest, looking up at her brok.

“It’s too late.”

She continued as she glanced at Brock, who was standing next to her.

“Okay. Since they were beaten and kicked out, they will stay still until I leave the nest.”

“You can attack with evil.”

“That won’t happen.” Brock is smart. “I have a strong obsession with shiny things, but I will give it up if it can kill me.”

As expected, Brock just flew around and clucked, but did not come down.

So I sat next to Lorian and looked blankly at Brock.

“Aren’t you going to kill me?”

Lorian quietly shakes his head. She was lying down with the back of her head like a blanket.

“I don’t harm the weak.”

It was ridiculous. It was so absurd that I couldn’t control my facial expression of her, and the moment I looked at it without thinking, Lorian noticed what I was thinking.

“Ha, I’ve seen many people who call themselves strong, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone say they’re weak.”

“Then isn’t it?”

“Llewelyn, you are strong.”

“I was robbed.”

“… If you speak properly… No, it’s done.”

Lorian heaved a sigh, took the beheading sword I held out, and said.

“I’m not just talking about physical strength or technique. Even if you have skill and strength, a weak person is weak.”

“Then?”

“Unless you choose your own life, choose a battlefield where you can fall, and have the fighting spirit to dedicate yourself to the fight, you are all weak.”

In other words, I am that kind of person. I stared blankly, not understanding, but Lorian lifted the corners of her mouth and smiled.

Just looking at it, it seemed like it didn’t have any emotions, and that was my first impression as well.

Lorian had more emotions than she thought.

“So you are strong. It’s different from any blood bag I’ve ever seen. “So we fought, didn’t we?”

Lorian came out of the air fortress and fought.

I was half out of my mind with grief, but it was a fight I chose, and I tried to escape by beating up everyone who got in my way.

They said they met Lorian on the way and were blocked.

Instead of leaving it to other blood knights, she chose to fight with me and pursue her voluntarily.

Even though it may not be necessary.

“The blade of the star.”

“… The owner of that sword was also a strong man.”

“Who is that subordinate?”

“Are you saying they are weak?”

Lorian laughs as if he is dumbfounded. She really laughed at me this time.

“They were strong. Even though they were used and abandoned by their clan, they did not avoid fighting. I was ready to sacrifice my life at any time. “It would have been dangerous if I hadn’t consumed enough purified water.”

I was just being polite. His words were filled with many emotions.

A truly pure perspective on struggle.

I was speechless and speechless. As a modern person, I couldn’t understand.

“So you followed me?”

I could just say that one thing.

No answer came back. There was no need to hear the answer because I already knew it.

Lorian was silent, and we sat down next to each other, looking up at Brock.

“Did you see what was down there?”

“With blood magic on the way in.”

“Is that why you knew I was coming?”

“That’s not it. In the blood clan, there is a magic that tracks escaped ‘property’ like you. “I figured that out.”

“Ah.”

Is that why the assassin always landed directly on my location?

Then, it wasn’t surprising that the Owl Bear Transformers didn’t recognize me.

It’s only the blood clan’s vision, and if the three clans aren’t very united, you can’t help but know.

“Isn’t that what you want to ask?”

Lorian was not pleased with my silence. She looked up at me with an anxious expression.

He looks like he wants you to ask. The appearance of wanting to confess somehow.

So I gently opened my mouth.

“The tombstone below. The man engraved on the monument in the very center.”

I can hear the sound of gulping and swallowing.

“Who is it?”

Lorian said with a relieved expression.

“Son of God, last priest of the pantheon, wisest one.”

There is no answer. But it didn’t bother me. Knowing that the most important words will come out sooner or later.

“And we…” ” ” “I called him Father.”

Lorian, who was looking up at Brock with a confused expression, looks at me.

Those eyes were shaking slightly and reflecting on my face

The same face as the one carved on the tombstone.