I Became the Wrong Race

109 – Deviation (4)

Even though I’m a fucking man who fights even if I’m losing the fight.

He wasn’t a crazy person who would throw himself away even in a fight where the odds of winning were too low.

There is a difference between not knowing how to give up and doing something useless.

I swung my fist.

“Oh my.”

“Come here, you b*tch!”

“It’s rough.”

The realization of the imagery was lifted. My strength returned, and my monstrous body performed as it should.

So I felt like I could win. With my strength, I can compete with the giants.

My agility is superior to that of any elf, and my health is worse than even a dragon.

I thought I could reach it with my strength. I believed I could twist that neck out.

Still, I couldn’t reach it. It was ridiculously like that.

Well, Eshaterna must be moving carefully as her mental image she has disappeared

Then I too need to be careful.

Kwauuuuuk!

Using the lightly stepped foot as an axis, turn your waist and lift your legs with your waist.

A clean roundhouse kick. Originally, it was a heavy kick that had to be done with both legs, with the tail as the axis, but I was superior to the Dragon King in terms of physical ability, so I didn’t have to do that much.

So one leg is enough. The problem is that it doesn’t fit.

Quad deud deud deuk!

The leg I swung broke through the heavy stone wall, and Esha Terna landed a short distance away and crossed her arms to block my strike.

“Dude!”

Without hesitation, I lunged at her and swung both her arms and then her legs.

A dragon’s claw that cuts upward from the bottom. The direction of her body was twisted by the clap of her hands, and she was able to pull her body out of her.

The front kick that caught up and stretched out was avoided by jumping up the moment it rolled on the floor.

[Explosive leap]

Aiming for the moment of landing, he narrowed the distance and seemed to catch the thrown elbow with a dagger, then turned to kill the power.

“It hurts. In terms of strength, I think I’m stronger than Nauri. That’s why.”

I block my attacks with minimal means and effort. I don’t know if we fight properly, but for now, that’s it.

The moment when I distort my face with nervousness and irritation.

Eshaterna’s alluring face suddenly approached me and was right in front of me.

There was a dagger around my neck.

I caught it with my hand in time.

“Same eyes, same hair, same facial features…”

The other hand could not block the remaining dagger. The dagger was aimed at my eyes.

A dagger pointing past my eyes, then my hair, and then my facial features. Eshaterna stopped laughing and then suddenly looked straight.

“What kind of relationship?”

I felt something eerie. Something bordering on obsession. I later remembered Esha Terna.

A character that can only have homosexual relationships.

And the older sister is of the same sex as Eshaterna.

That means.

“… “It looks like you like your sister, right?”

As I twist her mouth, Esha Terna’s scarlet eyes calmly reflect on me.

Reflected in her eyes, I was smiling fiercely. You can make this kind of expression with this face.

Mirrors are rare, so you have to be able to tell. As I was thinking, the two daggers clinked and rolled around on the floor.

“Eup.”

“… I see. “It’s as pretty as Nauri.”

Eshaterna’s hand grabbed my face.

It’s like a wild dog wagging its tail at a person to get affection.

No, fuck. Even if I am a former livestock.

How about this?

But she could not protest, because defeat was already certain from the moment the dagger was pointed at her neck.

Even though I often play 50-minute games because I don’t like to accept defeat.

If it was such a clear defeat, there was no need to say anything.

Above all, Esha Terna’s murderous intent suddenly appeared, and her heart weakened because her face she was once used as her companion her in the game… I won’t lose.

Still, there was something I was a little reluctant about. I held her face and frowned at her eyes.

“A little better.”

“… Small, will it be better?”

“Because he is my younger brother. It’s small. “Don’t you like it?”

The grinning face of her is creepy. It’s clear she’s crazy. She’s a self-proclaimed b*tch and her b*tching is rare, although she does call her self a b*tch.

This b*tch was able to do that because she was a cool-headed crazy b*tch. She is a murderer who knows she is crazy and knows how to take advantage of it.

Why, isn’t there a guy like that in movies too?

Putting a silencer on a shotgun and flipping a coin to kill someone, or drilling a hole in a person’s head with a livestock slaughter tool.

This b*tch is that type, so to speak, so I coaxed her out.

“… To be honest, I don’t hate it.”

I thought it would be okay to be honest.

Anyway, this is my first time seeing her, and I didn’t think she would say to her older sister, “Mijual, Gojual, Negu’s little brother.

So when she confessed, there was a part of her that made her feel at ease.

“Do we look alike like that?”

“Seeing the corners of his mouth, his turn up, I guess he really cares about me.”

“Well, right… However…”

But something came to mind again.

Aren’t these the limbs of this child’s mother? When I made eye contact with her, Esha Terna tilted her head in confusion.

“What do you want to do?”

“… That’s right.”

Several thoughts were seen quickly passing through Eshaterna’s blurry eyes. Blinking, her long, brilliant golden eyebrows flutter along her eyelids again and again.

“Oh, right. “I was working.”

Crash, my body rolls on the floor. Even though she suddenly let go of her face and rolled on the floor, Esha Terna didn’t seem to care.

“Would you like to wake up? “Walk a little.”

As the dagger was draped across my neck again, I gritted my teeth and stood up.

*

The place I was transferred to was probably some kind of dungeon.

I don’t know if it can be called a layout, but a familiar style was visible.

Should I say that it has a dungeon-specific structure? Due to the production team’s mad obsession with dungeons even though they were not procedurally generated, most of the dungeons were made up of specific standards.

This place was like that too. I looked around and analyzed the structure of the dungeon.

“A barracks that functions as a residence. Is it a fortress?”

“I don’t know. Rather, we tell the story of our village.”

I didn’t sarcastically say, ‘You pointed a dagger at my neck and I want to stab you.’

Because I also like talking about my sister.

“You are so kind. Please accept a scumbag and crazy b*tch like me as a colleague, and hehe, convince the pursuers to send me back…”

“It’s not like that. “My sister tends to work hard for the best results.”

“That’s right. The same goes for the destruction of the duel school.”

Do you even know that?

Since he disappeared after Grim Darker 1, I thought he might have been imprisoned somewhere (probably by his mother’s limbs) and became a prisoner.

I guess he just stayed quiet like a rat.

Doing things like collecting information.

“Isn’t that the charm of Nauri?”

I’m not sure if it’s attractive. I think it’s just personality.

Because everyone has different thoughts. I walked after her and analyzed this situation for her.

Even with empty words, it wasn’t a good situation.

I was transferred to the middle of the enemy lines, and my mother’s limbs, which were at max level, were Eshaterna, the strongest assassin I know.

This is actually the reason why players avoid the profession of assassin.

The current situation could actually be said to be the worst.

How can I get out…

I looked at Eshaterna while thinking.

She walks first with the dagger still pointed at my neck. I don’t even look back at her, but if I do something stupid, she’ll immediately stab her in the neck.

Just by looking at that, it seemed like he knew something about homunculi and me.

It seemed like she still loved her older sister and was obsessed with her.

That’s why it comes to mind.

Why do you do this?

I immediately put the question that came to mind in my mouth.

“Over there.”

“Esha will do. A little better.”

“Why did you come to serve her mother?”

Her steps her stop and she looks back at me.

This dazed-looking elf assassin looked at me and tilted her head.

“Mother, Netel, Him. Whatever it is… “That’s why they dragged me in.”

“… Ah, like that.”

Scarlet eyes roll. As I looked at her, I recalled her actions in Selma.

Selma, she seemed to be manipulated to some extent.

Of course, I can’t say that there were no arbitrary choices, but from the moment I served her mother her her, I felt as if a change had occurred in that person and that she free will she had become blurred .

Selma seemed to be doing such illogical things over and over again. In reality, she doesn’t know.

If so, wouldn’t it be possible to persuade them somehow to create a loophole or a way out?

I’m not very good at speaking, but I couldn’t do anything. I glared at Eshaterna.

“Did your sister really want you to serve someone like that?”

Actually I don’t know. At least I know that my older sister did not believe in religion.

And that was enough. We open our mouths with guesses derived from experience and analysis.

I can’t say I’m good at it, but at least I try.

“The sister I know is a person who would rather choose the lesser evil than commit such crazy acts. But why are you doing this?”

Because it won’t lead to the worst.

The moment when my firm will formed the words, and Eshaterna’s scarlet pupils scanned me as if nails were nailed in them.

She opened her mouth.

“I serve no one, little me.”

“Huh?”

“It’s my request.”

Esha Terna smiled softly and she walked lightly.

There was no agony or conflict in those steps.

“Request, Lord?”

“They asked me to kidnap them and bring them to me. They said it was okay to kill him, so I accepted it, but I never dreamed that I would meet Nauri again.”

The brisk pace suddenly stops. I was too late to stop, so I thought the dagger would dig into my neck, but before I knew it, Eshaterna had just retracted the dagger.

“But like you said, you probably won’t like this, right? Even though our ending wasn’t a beautiful story, I want to be loved.”

Whirling, the dagger that spun in her hand her returns to her her shoulder her her her. I stared blankly at what she was doing, then came to my senses when I saw her passionate gaze her her looking at me.

“Wait, now…”

“The greatest assassin in the Old Continent, a wanted man who was a prime suspect in the murder of five archdukes, and Nauri’s faithful assistant.”

Eshaterna spun in place with a lively movement, as if dancing, and looked at me.

“Now that we can hire people cheaply, what are your thoughts?”

Does this work?

Seeing my blank expression, Esha Terna stretched out her hand.

What on earth do you want?

I swallowed my saliva and said.

“… “What do you want?”

“I want to be loved by me and little Naeuri at the same time.”

Instead. Said Eshaterna, laughing.

“I will kill every client in this dungeon.”

It wasn’t something I would say with a bright expression.