I Became the Wrong Race

107 – Deviation (2)

Suddenly I remembered the past.

Maybe it was because I had gone on a date with my older sister before, but this scene was very familiar to me.

Of course, given our circumstances, there weren’t many places to go to have fun. Even common travel destinations were a burden for us, and my sister and I’s dates would change accordingly.

I still felt that way.

Since our purpose was reconnaissance, we couldn’t go out and have fun, but we had a lot of fun just walking around together.

Seeing something you’ve seen before in a new way, seeing something you’ve already seen together.

If dating means meeting and spending time alone, I have already gone on several dates with my sister.

It was still the same now. As I walked with my sister, I remembered again the things I had already seen and heard.

Many things in the port city of Marsi didn’t seem much different from before we left.

People who were unfamiliar with me when they saw my face for the first time did not see me and my sister as brother and sister with a good relationship. Of course, I also realized that.

“Sister, over there.”

“Call me sister.”

“Sister, how about going to the shopping district over there?”

“Don’t be polite.”

“… Yes.”

In the meantime, my sister was hoping that I would ‘behave like before’.

An action that reminds us that we know each other and that we know each other.

But putting the trigger and the hilt of the sword in my hand. For the first time, I thought my sister was a bit vicious.

It had to be that way. Since I have no way to resist, I should at least bark loudly.

It wouldn’t be arrogant to say that this is my own resistance.

I was desperate to maintain my senses. My sister’s touch, smell, and soft voice lingered nearby.

“I’ll feed you.”

“Thank you, sister.”

I liked the taste of the dried fruit and melted sugar that I put in my mouth and chewed. I used to like sweet things, but it was because I could barely eat sweet things after falling into this world.

Modern salty, spicy, sweet, sour, and savory foods do not exist in Nettel, the world of Grimm Darker.

The only thing that was similar was these snacks.

Of course, the level of gastronomy in the Middle Ages was not low. But it is something that can only be experienced in a noble land like the imperial palace.

Such snacks could not be found in the port city of the New World, which was like a place of exile. I walked with my sister through an alley I once passed wearing armor and chewed a snack.

It tasted like an apple, dried with sugar water applied well. I think it’s Tanghulu or something similar, but I don’t know because I’ve actually never had Tanghulu.

Our circumstances weren’t that good, so we didn’t have a lot of money, and my sister and I usually ate lunch boxes that we made ourselves instead of snacks.

The cycle of these dates was usually long. My sister is busy, and her holidays tend to have an impact on our finances.

It was mainly due to my insistence her her, my sister’s her own her fatigue her her her her, and, although I’m only now realizing it, my sister’s her selfishness her her her.

It still seemed real even now. If there is a difference, is it the eye level, the color of my sister’s and mine’s eyes, or the final line that is invisibly pressed between us and my face?

There will be no deviation beyond this. At least for now.

I kept walking while thinking. We kept many things in mind and worked hard at both work and dating.

“What do you think? Oh, you have to speak informally. Or do you get scolded?”

“… There’s nothing different from before. I can’t recognize my face, but the people I saw back then are still there. “It would probably be difficult if we got caught.”

“What do you feel?”

“Doesn’t exist. “For now.”

Because her arms were crossed, my arms were pressed against my sister’s chest her her her.

I tried to ignore the feeling as much as possible, but every time I tried to pull her arm away, my older sister pulled my arm closer and hugged me with a subtle trick, making us seem more than just friendly siblings, but a bit suspicious.

It reminded me of the not-too-distant past.

‘Are you siblings?’

The landlady looked at us kindly.

There was no doubt in the woman’s eyes at that time. She probably just seemed like a brother and sister who got along well.

But now it is different. The gaze directed at us now is not so kind.

It is not a hostile thing. Rather, it was a kind of imagining something.

Brother and sister, nobles who set out on a journey to a place of exile called the New World, siblings who are too close to each other.

I guess he thought about the forbidden relationship and that’s why he came here.

It made me sick to know that it wasn’t completely wrong. I felt my sister’s emotions and hardened her expression.

I am.

I was very grateful to my sister.

She loved her sister her her her. On the other hand, I loved her as a family member.

Maybe that’s why I thought I was lucky my whole life. Maybe it’s because of the amount of media I’ve been exposed to, but I’ve seen many ‘processes’ that take place when a protagonist or person in a similar situation to me appears.

Bullying, beatings, hunger, cold, all kinds of pain that comes from not having what you have.

Something like that.

It’s a typical and common tragedy, so it’s something that doesn’t need to be counted or considered.

However, scars that cannot be lumped together are said to be common in each individual.

I almost never had anything like that.

I had many friends. It may be because I have a good personality and a great personality, but it is also because I am lucky.

My friends were as good-natured as me, perhaps even better than me.

There were kind guys, there were mischievous guys, and there were also loyal guys who seemed a bit vicious.

I had many friends, both men and women, and there were no guys who tried to ostracize me.

I was like that too. I even hated fighting and fighting for rank.

Of course, while my friends were going to Taekwondo and Kendo, I knew that I would get in trouble if I fought because I hadn’t learned anything.

Looking at it now, I’m not a person who hates fighting.

Despite my nature, I thought that the reason I was able to grow up without a single fight was because I was similar in height to my older sister, had a thin frame, and lived a life of kindness by building friendships with my kind, angelic older sister every day.

I was lucky.

No matter how many orphans I’ve seen, no one was as lucky as me.

I’m probably the luckiest orphan in the world.

I had a sister who was willing to sacrifice herself for me and take my life for a ride, and a strange landlady who was generous but only moderately interested, so I didn’t have to be lost.

Even though my sister was gone and I couldn’t pay the rent, he was a really good person because he allowed me to live part-time and pay only half the rent.

My friends were good too. While teaching me what it means to get along with people, I have reached a level where I can overcome my older sister’s absence.

As a result, it was difficult for me to feel the affection that the person I was grateful for showed me.

Because I lack affection and continue to crave affection even when I receive affection and get drunk, it was difficult to push away people who showed affection to me.

Also, I thought that what I had been feeling and mistaken for familial love might actually be the sense of discomfort I felt at times.

And I thought that maybe the anguish that filled me in middle school wasn’t just anguish, but maybe it was intentional.

That’s why my sister’s affection was difficult.

I wanted to ask. Did you really think of me as that kind of person and devote yourself to it?

An unpleasant question rose up from my throat, asking if it was just like that, and I could barely suppress it.

Still, I’m an orphan, so I’m used to giving up.

I felt thirsty. Only after the question I had been holding back and swallowing melted inside of me did I finally turn my head.

My sister was there. My older sister silently looking up at me.

My sister expects different things from me. Perhaps, my sister doesn’t plan on returning to Earth.

I was like that too, but I thought that siblings really got along well.

Even if I went back, nothing good came.

The older sister will also have to feed her younger brother her, who has demanded her devotion for the rest of her life, and be trapped in the bondage of labor for the sake of unfulfilled feelings.

I feel sorry for her, but she must worry about how to live in the future.

Unlike this world where we can live more intuitively and more clearly.

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me. I think it would be better to live here like this.

I found the sister I was looking for, and she knew I was here.

I guess I just have to live like that from now on.

Then there was only one problem left.

What kind of relationship should I have with my sister in the future?

My sister was still a kind and considerate person. The reason you handed me the sword hilt now was probably to make me think about it and make a choice.

Maybe, I think that accepting myself after struggling like that is a kind of reward.

Actually, I don’t know.

I didn’t want to think about it anymore.

After much thought, I decided to just enjoy the moment. I thoroughly enjoyed my first sibling date.

I tried to ignore the heavy, soft feel pressing on my forearm, and clasped my hands under my arms.

My sister was shocked and then smiled. Maybe it’s because it’s something that hasn’t been done in the past. He looked embarrassed, but it didn’t last long.

My sister and I were able to balance work and dating while walking around Marsi.

“What do you like me calling you?”

“Llewelyn is fine.”

“Then I’ll be Lucilla.”

I knew it all and thought it was like a skit, but if I thought of it as a kind of role play, there was nothing I couldn’t do.

My older sister was immersed in it and enjoyed playing as her character, so she might be used to it.

I wasn’t used to it, but there was nothing I couldn’t do to suit my older sister. It was about time we reached the pier while walking.

“Do you like the sea?”

“Very. “I didn’t see much.”

“Okay? Shall we go see it?”

In the past, we would walk around like this and talk about the future.

I remembered that one day, when I graduated and made decent money, I thought about saving it and going to the beach together on vacation.

Yes, it was definitely a few months ago my sister disappeared.

I never thought I would achieve it like this. I nodded, and my sister and I walked toward the sandy beach.

My older sister was wearing a cape and it was shaking slightly in the sea breeze, and I was wearing normal winter clothes and didn’t move a single thing.

At night, the sea was quiet, but a pleasant wind was blowing. The wind blowing from behind made my sister’s hair flutter.

My sister was standing on the beach, feeling the wind blowing, with her hand on the side of her head. All kinds of emotions were rushing through her eyes.

What is my sister thinking?

Don’t give me the hilt, but maybe she thinks she should have revealed that she was her older sister her first her?

Or do you feel fortunate that we can meet again like this?

After guessing what my sister was thinking for a while, I turned her head and looked at the night sea.

It was said that the sea at night is warm.

I remember learning it in middle school. Of course, the coast of the New World is very cold, but my sister and I are strong because we are homunculi.

Can I go in up to ankle level? It was when I looked at my sister while thinking.

I froze in shock when I saw someone coming up behind my sister.

“Llewelyn? What’s the matter? Who…”

My sister turns her head to follow her my gaze her her her. My sister’s gray eyes shake when she sees someone behind her.

“Well, you look happy?”

A woman with a soft smile.

Her flowing golden hair Her Her sparkles in the moonlight even under the night sky, but she is strangely invisible and unnoticeable.

The clothes that cling tightly to her body have a coexistence of openness and stealth that makes one think they are martial arts uniforms. The hem of her clothes was tight, making it easy to move quickly.

There are ears sticking out on both sides of the head

Elf.

A dagger and its scabbard hanging over the shoulder in a pointed shape like an ear.

Assassin.

Unconventional appearance and combination. But I know.

I am not someone to look down on.

My sister knew that too. The older sister’s body spins, and the assassin moves at the same time.

The sister’s legs her, which twisted her waist and swung, and the kick that the elf twisted her body matched precisely.

A shock wave explodes in the air at the sound of a ringing sound. A combination of strength that surpasses humans and technology that reaches perfection beyond maturity.

Scarlet eyes flashed between golden hair.

“Aha.”

With a small crunching sound, the legs of the older sister and the elf assassin rotated simultaneously. The whites of my sister’s eyes turn black as she stands firmly in her place.

As if in contrast, the elf’s hands pull out daggers.

And a voice filled with magic that resonates at the same time.

“The above changes.”

“Embodying imagery.”

The space trembles. The world succumbs to the enormous magical power. What happens is change and implementation.

Beyond manifestation, which is the first stage of the intrinsic period, transformation that acts by twisting the expression of the intrinsic period, and realization, which is the final stage of the intrinsic period and the step of bringing the world to its knees.

My sister did not use implementation. I was worried that I would get caught up, so I changed it.

So I’m pushed. I am the one who has to move.

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 60 seconds]

[Explosive leap]

The moment I started chanting, I was already jumping out.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

The moment my outstretched leg kicked the elf assassin in the face.

The whole night swirled around and solidified.

My leg her her her her was already blocked by her her hand her her her. The elf’s eyes, filled with sunset and flame, move and look at me stickily.

Eyes full of hostility and murderous intent. I recalled the woman’s information while feeling a chill running down my spine.

“Who are you?”

Grimm Darker’s monumental first work and the first companion on the first journey that opens the series.

And at the same time, Malicious Hyang’s colleague has not appeared since Part 1.

The only colleague capable of same-sex romance.

He was the executioner of the southern elves, but was exiled because he enjoyed murder.

The strongest assassin, Eshaterna.

I knew instinctively.

Her mother’s limbs are in Marcy.