I Became the Wrong Race

102 – Lee Sang (3)

My sister didn’t play the games I played.

There weren’t many games my older sister played, except for Grimm Darker. It was a game famous for farming and healing, and a game famous for building while the whole world was square.

My older sister didn’t really enjoy online games.

I think it was probably because he was the one who checked the poor situation the most by writing a household account book.

As a result, my sister wasn’t used to multiplayer.

Even things that were usually taken for granted and accepted as common sense in games were almost like a new culture that my sister didn’t know about.

In other words, my sister doesn’t know that she trolled.

Even if I find out that my sister and I are siblings and say to my sister, ‘Sister, you just trolled.’

‘Troll? It’s a monster with high regenerative power. What does it mean?’

There was a high possibility that the answer would come back.

No, it’s not that big, it’s 100%.

Of course, it wasn’t something I couldn’t understand.

My sister was the only one who knew that that pounding sound was language, and the rest of the group didn’t seem to even know that it was language.

Even I realized it was a language entirely thanks to the status window.

I knew because I had already seen the translation function a few times, I knew it was a translation function, and I had also seen how accurate the translation was.

What if it wasn’t?

At best, you can say, ‘Oh, as expected, sister. You must have thought something like, ‘That’s hot.’

So I knew what reaction I had to do now.

“As expected, sister, you have quick hands.”

“… Ah, well, something like that happens.”

The older sister who receives words with a bright smile. My older sister pretended to be embarrassed, but it was clear that she thought I might have heard.

“What about those?”

Monsters staring in fascination at the bursting heart. Their eyes slowly turned towards us, and I lightly clenched and unclenched my fists.

“Let’s organize it quickly.”

The fight that unfolded thereafter was one-sided.

When I jumped out of the battle line and slaughtered the legs, arms, elbows, and knees with my fingers, Lorian made up for the gap by scattering blood-red sword light.

My sister held the star blade with both hands and swung it, and although the sword was flashy, it was cruel enough to let you know that it was not a sword for beauty like Melody’s sword.

Swordsmanship for precise and merciless killing. If it were martial arts, it would be correct to call it a killing sword, but it was an extremely high-level sword.

There were a few points of swordplay, but there was no point in considering them. It’s not like I’m fighting with my sister.

Melody swings a colorful sword next to him in contrast.

While faithful to the basics of Lorian, the heavy sword, the killing sword that sprays death, and Melody’s duel school vision come together to shine on the battlefield in a variety of ways.

As a result, the cleanup was completed quickly.

Later on, the focus was on quickly clearing out the enemy rather than trying to fill in the gaps.

I shook my hands out of the cavity filled with death, drenched in blood.

The flesh of the once-human being that was still hanging between my fingers fell down, and as I shook my head from side to side, blood splattered everywhere.

“Llewelyn. “This way.”

There was nothing for me to do while my sister and Melody cleaned up, looked around, and dissipated their magic. As I was wiping away the blood that stuck to my hair, Lorian approached me.

After taking off his armor made of blood, Lorian took a handkerchief from his arms and stretched it towards my face, looking a little tired.

It was a care that reminded me of my older sister. Especially when I was in elementary school.

So I stayed still and Lorian wiped the blood and flesh from my face.

“Why are you so obedient? Did running wild make you feel better?”

“No, just. “There is no reason for you to hurt me.”

“If you had to choose the person in this world who is least likely to hurt you, I would be at the top of the list.”

Lorian laughs and stands on tiptoe, wiping the area around my eyes, rubbing my cheek, and wiping under my chin.

I found that touch comforting and fell into thought for a moment.

Specifically, about the message the heart showed a little while ago.

At first, I thought the message was directed to me.

Didn’t you say it was betrayal?

I gave him strength and took care of him at best, but he betrayed me, so I had nothing to say even if he called me a traitor.

But that didn’t seem to be the case. I recalled the bitter smile and words my sister made right after throwing the axe.

‘I know.’

My sister understood what my heart was saying faster than the translation on the status window.

So we quickly attacked the heart and disabled it.

It didn’t seem like he was afraid that someone might hear it.

Anyway, since she was my older sister, I thought there must have been a reason.

There may have been some kind of manipulative power, just like the red beast Hertol was manipulated.

More than anything, I trusted my sister.

But there were still some questions that I couldn’t erase.

What if the word ‘betrayal’ that my heart said was not to me, but to my sister.

Does this mean that my older sister betrayed my mother?

Is it a betrayal to leave the emperor, run away from the empire, and come to the New World?

Or is it just that she is subordinated to her mother, and she is not the mother herself?

I couldn’t figure it out. But I couldn’t ask.

“Your thoughts are deep. What are you thinking about?”

“… Just wondering what to do next.”

“Well, seeing something like that might make you think a lot. There’s also the matter of Isla’s younger brother.”

Lorian took the handkerchief he had used to wipe my face and gestured lightly, and the blood and flesh on the handkerchief floated up and fell to the floor.

… If this was going to be the case, shouldn’t I have just removed it from my face with blood magic instead of wiping it directly?

Lorian recognized my expression and laughed.

“It’s a hobby.”

“What hobby is it?”

Let’s not talk. As I sighed, Lorian added, putting a clean handkerchief in his arms.

“Well, anyway. Whatever decision you make, I will be with you. Because you are already the master of my destiny.”

“… That sounds really unfamiliar.”

“Because the future of the blood family depends on it.”

“What are you talking about?”

While we were in the middle of an argument, my sister came back.

“It’s not much of a story. Just… We were talking about what to do next.”

“Ah, that’s right. That’s why he came. Sorry, I forgot.”

My older sister approaches me with a bright smile. I saw Melody behind her, shaking off her sword and sheathing it.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“… “I plan to go back and gather people together and talk about it.”

“There’s still no plan?”

“That’s right.”

There was no danger on the way back out of the cave.

In fact, it was not possible to simply set a policy.

The enemy is the world, and we have nothing to gain by fighting.

At best, it is a freedom that we never knew existed and a glory that no one will honor.

There were two things I didn’t like very much.

I like people supporting me, liking me, and praising me, so I only focused on one line for one champion.

But there was no option not to fight.

The enemy was the world, and the fact that the world hated us meant that our chances of survival were very small.

In the end, you have to fight. But what do you hope for and what are you fighting for?

The thought made me dizzy. There was a lot to think about.

“Heavy swordsmanship is the right direction to pursue. Even if it is a huge and powerful enemy, it will work.”

“Hmph, that sounds typical. How is that any different from a monster? “The bigger and more powerful the enemy, the more we must fight it with human cunning and skill.”

As I stayed quiet, Melody and Lorian started talking freely.

Is it because Lorian uses a heavy two-handed decapitating sword and Melody uses the Estoque, a typical rapier?

Their opinions were completely opposite. For me, it was closer to the question, ‘If you have power, do you really need technique?’

That was a common story because I was a monster called immortal who had surpassed the homunculus. Wouldn’t an average human being have the right technique?

“You know.”

Just when I thought either way could be said to be the correct answer, I was suddenly awakened from my thoughts by my older sister pressing my side with her long index finger

“What is your favorite food?”

It was a somewhat unexpected question. It was also a difficult question to answer.

Are you thinking about it?

“Well, I can’t say it’s my favorite food because it hasn’t been produced for a long time.”

“Okay? If you had to choose, which would be better?”

“Do you want to do it?”

“Yes, I am confident in cooking.”

It’s my sister’s cooking.

It’s been a while since I ate it, so I’m not sure if it’s accurate, but my sister’s cooking skills weren’t bad.

Rather, I can say that I am better than my peers.

However, due to our circumstances, the types of dishes were very limited, and the only thing that could be considered Western food was pasta.

The sauce is cheap and the noodles are cheap too. It’s delicious too.

So I remember eating it often. The taste got even better after my sister started working part-time.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t answer straight away that it’s a noodle dish.

Anyone could see that my sister was looking at me.

“Well… I like things like stews. Since Isla did it often, she started liking it.”

“Stew.”

“The grilled meat is good too.”

“… Meat.”

I felt that the more I talked about preferences rather than tastes, the less my sister spoke. But that didn’t mean he told me about the food his sister had cooked to cheer him up.

“But I guess I can’t eat food in my situation.”

At that, my sister slowly raises her head and looks at me.

“If you can do anything for me, I will be grateful. I’m sure it will be delicious if you make it.”

My sister quietly turned her head to my words. I blinked and stared blankly into space, but my walking pace never slowed down.

My older sister just walked next to me.

“What do you want to do?”

My sister asked me. It didn’t sound like a simple question.

A tone of voice that conveys a subtle sense of confidence. I hesitated for a moment and then opened my mouth.

“I do not know. “What about you?”

In response, my sister put her back on her back and walked briskly with long steps.

“I originally wanted to do a variety of things.”

So my sister began a story with no idea what the conclusion would be.

“It’s not because I want to…” ” ” “I thought I had to do it.”

My sister didn’t look at me. I was staring blankly into space as if I was reminiscing about the distant past.

His steps were straight and his back was not bent, so he looked confident.

That’s what I was thinking somewhere.

My sister may not be the solid and dignified person I know.

“But it’s a little different these days.”

“What if it’s different?”

“I think I want to make it a place where people can be happy.”

It occurred to me that my sister might not have been happy on Earth.

If you raised a younger sibling who was no different from a burden, and spent your youth and your entire life working to raise that younger sibling.

I thought it wasn’t strange if I wanted to be happy here and now.

After all, it would be right to hide the fact that he is my younger brother.

“I’m sure you will be happy. You have a good personality and strength…”

“No.”

Just as I was trying to hide the bitterness rising in me, I felt my sister lightly grab my forearm her, so I stopped talking and looked at her.

My sister was facing me.

There was clearly me in those gray eyes.

“I want to make it a place where you can be happy too.”

And then my sister smiles and walks away.

When I looked at my older sister’s back, I intuitively knew something.

My sister won’t look at me anymore.

It’ll just be waiting.

I couldn’t muster up the courage and kept my mouth shut. That was all.