I Became the Wrong Race

106 – Deviation (1)

[Play time: 9,742 hours]

“I figured it out.”

By the time two days had passed. Melody gathered people together and spoke her words.

It wasn’t surprising. So everyone looked at her quietly, and Melody took out various materials from her familiar travel bag on her waist.

To be honest, I didn’t even know what it was when I saw it. If it’s important, the melody will explain it directly.

“Servan and Marci. “This information was discovered in two cities nearby.”

“… “It’s because I can’t read, can you explain?”

The uncle raised her hand her her, and Melody looked at her uncle for a moment and nodded.

“It’s circumstantial evidence, eyewitness information, and reconnaissance results. If you need detailed information, please read it yourself.”

And as he gently pushes the documents away, he quietly stares at Melody, as if he doesn’t seem to have much intention of reading them except for his sister and Lorian.

“To sum up… A strong man presumed to be a Sioux tribe was discovered in Marsi, and it is said that there are a large number of warlocks in Servan’s graveyard.”

“Warlock?”

“Yes, they are the same warlocks that Llewelyn defeated.”

A warlock. At that time, the magic I used in the graveyard came to mind.

Magic like insulting death and dealing with death itself.

It may be surprising, but if you think about it, it was her mother’s influence.

“A warlock must also be someone who is influenced by his mother.”

“Huh? “Didn’t you know that?”

It wasn’t until I saw Melody’s eyes widen in surprise that I realized how much these people were overestimating me.

I’m not good at memorizing things, so I had to whine to my friends for help every time, but I’m doing really well.

Oh, that baby was in my memory. Why can’t I do that?

It was a bit confusing, so I tried to talk less, but Melody quickly hid the shocked expression she had for a moment.

“As Llewelyn said, there is a high possibility that the warlock is also a descendant of his mother’s limbs. “If they are gathered in one place and preparing for a ceremony, it is most likely their mother’s plot.”

“It looks like there are conspiracies and limbs in both cities.”

“That’s right. “What do you want to do?”

Public hair and limbs.

Both sides deserve to be crushed, but the order is important.

So I thought for a moment and then opened my mouth.

“Are the limbs in Marsi strong?”

“I did my own research, but it has considerable magical power. “They will at least be at the level of me, my sister, and Lorian.”

“There is no way you can match me, a blood knight of three clans. Even if I give it a good rating, it’s probably lower than mine and at about the same level as you.”

I thought to myself as I overheard the sound of Lorian stretching.

Probably level 20. Hertol was weakened, and Selma was easily defeated through expedient means, so the conditions would be very different from now.

Above all, I don’t know Selma’s level her. I didn’t think it was level 20.

Considering that, I think I should give priority to Marci over the warlock in Servan.

“Why?”

“When we attack Servan’s warlocks, there is a high possibility that the Sioux in Marsi will come for support.”

“Isn’t the opposite also possible?”

It didn’t seem like he really thought that way.

It was closer to a procedural question, asking to check whether the idea was really perfect.

So I shook my head firmly.

“No. The warlocks are stationary as they prepare for the ritual. Completion will come first.”

“Then the warlock’s ritual will be completed, and wouldn’t it be more dangerous?”

“I guess so. However, it is better than dealing with the limbs while receiving a backlash from the magic power used in the ritual.”

This kind of prioritization was almost an essential virtue for someone like me.

When there are two colleagues bitten by the enemy in different lanes, consider and save who will lead the teamfight later.

This is also an insight that an expert must have, so I was confident in this field.

From my perspective, it was Marcy who had to take priority.

Because it’s a port city, there are a lot of new people coming, and as I said, it’s difficult to deal with those who come as support when dealing with warlocks.

Although it is more of a meta thought, there was also this judgment.

Even if a warlock were to come for support, they made up of wizards would be very slow, but I thought that if the Sioux in Servan were to come for support, it would be very fast.

“Then what should we do?”

“We need to scout for power.”

Something a friend once said during a game that stayed in my memory.

I thought it might be something to do with some sort of force and investigation.

“Power reconnaissance. It’s okay. Then composition is important. “I will definitely go.”

Fortunately, it was delivered thanks to how the status window translated it. I was worried that the facts might not be conveyed properly because it sounded like military terminology.

If it works, that’s it. I nodded and looked at Isla wrapping her tail around my wrist.

“I want to go too.”

Absolutely, when it comes to scouting, there is no one as talented as a hunter. I smiled and nodded, but.

“Oh, not Isla.”

I turned my head at the same time as Melody continued speaking.

“Why?”

“Because Isla is pretty. “Pretty people stand out.”

Ah, indeed.

Marci was the city where we worked next to Servan.

And there, there was attention secretly directed towards Isla.

“What about Lou?”

“Because Llewelyn wore armor. “Everyone who knows the bare face is in the pantheon.”

“You… ?”

“I can change my appearance somewhat with magic.”

After all, he is fundamentally a bard. I was convinced, and Isla stared at me expressionlessly.

“Sorry.”

“… Come back and see.”

The tail that was wrapped around my arm her slowly unraveled, and Melody smiled at that.

“The rest is… How about three people?”

“Three people.”

My eyes turned to the people who filled the seats.

It wasn’t difficult to decide.

*

“So.”

Lorian glanced into the distance.

“Me, Melody, and a human collaborator to explore?”

Lorian’s gaze returned to me, and at first glance she looked displeased.

“Well, that’s how it happened.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s about the looks.”

Lorian still looked upset, but she looked at me and my sister next to me as if she had no choice.

“I’m sorry, can I borrow it?”

My older sister, who had a kind smile, looked almost the same as me.

Since they had gray eyes, black hair, and straight hair, they looked like brother and sister to anyone who saw them.

I felt like I could use that to my advantage.

Just look at Melody, who has dyed her hair and eyes red with magic, and is keeping her mouth shut with an expression of displeasure.

In the end, they were dragged away by the old man, and we were scattered throughout the city of Marsi.

There were five people selected, including myself.

Me, my sister, Mourner, Melody and Lorian.

Everyone was either familiar with this city or familiar with reconnaissance and infiltration.

Although I was familiar with the city and used to infiltration and reconnaissance, Isla, whose face was known, could not come.

So, with the feeling that if you don’t have teeth, you chew with your gums, these five people went on a power reconnaissance together.

It’s a powerful reconnaissance, as it sounds, but in reality it’s closer to striking.

In that sense, the group formation was created to prepare for ‘misfortune’.

Because he is a mourner, he cannot be attacked and has an excellent sense of survival and combat skills.

And Melody, who has excellent combat and utility skills, and Lorian, who is from three clans and can handle both tanking and dealing, are put in a group.

In the same vein as Maansa, my older sister, who is an all-rounder, and I, who are excellent at repelling surprise attacks, formed a team.

Everyone knew it. I wasn’t so immature that I didn’t know that, and I wasn’t lacking in experience either.

But.

“It feels like we’re on a date. It’s fun.”

My sister said that. Even though I knew it, I did it.

In fact, it went one step further.

“We are brother and sister. The family got bored… A little deviation.”

While stopping by a street vendor and hearing rumors, I even calmly said a lie that wasn’t a lie.

At the same time, what my sister wanted from me became clear. I guess they’re asking me to pretend to be her brother or sister. Even though they are real siblings.

What was absurd was that my sister and I knew who each other were.

But pretending to be brother and sister? I read the underlying intention.

But I couldn’t refuse.

Pretending to be sister and brother. Perhaps because I hadn’t been able to do that for a long time, I hung out with my sister like I was starving.

I walked next to my older sister, who was humming with her arms crossed.

The humming song was familiar. A song I heard when I was still on Earth.

But it doesn’t reveal it. My sister would want that too.

I know that my sister is my biological sister, and she also knows that I am my younger sister.

But it doesn’t reveal it. It felt strange that we were pretending to be siblings without showing it.

Only then did I realize that there was at least one lie in what my sister said earlier.

Deviation.

This is an aberration. As I thought about it, I felt an unknown touch passing through my spine.

It’s creepy and numb. But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

In fact, it was the opposite. I was dating my older sister even though I knew she was my older sister.

I felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t have done.

It was definitely like that, but…

“What do you think?”

“Yes? Oh, that…”

“I mean the city.”

Oh, is that what you’re talking about? I finally calmed down and looked at the city.

Marsi, port city.

A New World imperial territory once ruled by Melody, and a place believed to have been taken over by her ‘mother her’

There is a level 20 powerhouse that is her mother’s limb somewhere here.

But for some reason, there was no difference in the city compared to before I left.

There were no special rumors, the people seemed to be at peace, and the overall standard of living was high as they had become wealthy due to the intervention of the imperial decree.

That was clearly strange.

The ruler changed and things didn’t get messy? Even if something as big as a mother intervened?

“It feels too routine. As you said…”

“No.”

Cold voice. When I was shocked, my sister hugged my arms tightly.

Then I felt a soft touch on my arm her her her her. I trembled slightly and held my breath due to that enormous mass.

“You shouldn’t call me sister, you should call me sister. “They’re brother and sister.”

Sister.

Pretending to be brother and sister wasn’t everything. I knew it instinctively. Because we know each other, this deviation can remain as a deviation.

And my sister wanted to go one step further through this deviation.

Because I still have the choice. My sister was telling me to keep my options in check.

I feel like I’m breaking into a cold sweat.

However.

“… Nu, me.”

I couldn’t refuse. My sister was next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder and laughing.

“Good.”

A contradictory pleasure swept over me, and I could barely catch my ragged breath.

We walked through the city at night.

Likewise, night seemed to come in my heart.