I Became the Wrong Race

117 – Warlock and Black Knight (5)

Isla, what do you mean?

I couldn’t say that. Isla’s expression must be very serious.

He didn’t even need to ask. Isla looked at me with a serious expression, then came over and placed her cold hand on my forehead.

The cool touch felt good.

“I don’t have a fever.”

“I’m a homunculus, I don’t get sick.”

“But if your head boils, you can talk nonsense.”

Hmm, that’s right. I obediently agreed, and Isla looked at me blankly and pulled my cheek.

Ouch.

“Then it’s really Balterok.”

“Why is Balterok a slayer? “He was a very polite and serious person.”

The Walterok I saw like a normal black knight.

And this was something very rare, because it was usually at odds with the Black Knight and being sane.

So I thought there was no problem with Walterok.

In the game, he was strong, serious, and trustworthy (of course, there were exceptions in some professions), and he still looks the same now.

However, Isla said that Balterok was a massacre, not a survivor.

Has something changed? It reminded me of something like the butterfly effect that often appears in these types of possession situations.

Did your sister become a massacre because of something she did?

It didn’t look like that, but while I was thinking, Isla’s face her suddenly got closer

Oh, this.

Sure enough, Isla placed her lips on top of mine and then pulled them away and smiled with a slightly red face.

“First of all, hello. Nothing special happened, right?”

“… Yeah, there wasn’t one.”

“Thank god. “I met the massacre and he was fine.”

Isla’s hand gently brushed my cheek, and she flicked her tail.

“So, why are you called a massacre?”

“Literally, because they killed so many people.”

Isla’s story that started like that was definitely Black Knight-like.

The proportion of warlocks in the North is higher than expected.

Security itself is lacking, and it is a place where the Empire’s influence cannot easily reach, so it is a good place for a warlock to decorate.

So, the black knights often came up to the north to search for warlocks.

The Valterok that Isla knew was almost like a red mask.

A symbol of fear that comes from telling a crying child, a child who is not sleeping yet, or a child who does not listen to their parents and behaves unruly when going out hunting that they will come to catch them.

The explanation is that many of the things that are unclear whether he did them became the achievements of Balterok the Slayer because they were done by the Black Knight, and that’s how Valterok became the Slayer.

Then there is nothing else to do but be careful, right?

I thought so.

“There was a good reason why Walterok gained such a nickname and notoriety.”

It was a bit weird because I heard it was created because it was worth it, but it seems like that wasn’t the point.

“I know it happened because there was an incident where Balterok was called a massacre for the first time. “You can find out more details by asking ‘Uncle.'”

The attitude that one does not know much. But that was the Isla thing.

Mourner would know. Thinking back to Mourner’s past, it didn’t seem like he had much to do with the Black Knight, so I joked while thinking about whether I should visit him once.

“I’ll ask once and see. But it’ll be okay.”

“Yes, Lu is good at taking care of things. “I will believe it.”

Oh really. If you make that kind of expression.

I was grateful for Isla’s deep trust in her, but also curious.

What on earth did he do to be called a massacre?

Do you mind if I ask you directly?

“Then I’ll go to work. Come back.”

“Okay, good work.”

I walked behind Isla, who kissed my cheek.

What should I do first? Should I find him first and listen to his story

Although I thought about it, I couldn’t find him, and wherever I asked, he said.

“Oh, if it were him, he went to get firewood early in the morning. “How can someone with poor legs be so diligent?”

“That guy gave me this! This!”

“While I was standing guard, he came and gave me some snacks and left. “It’s been a while since you left, so it might be better to wait.”

As I passed the guard, a woman giving information on sightings, a child smiling excitedly holding a model of a knight that was better made than expected, I realized that it would be better to wait rather than go out to look for it.

I’m a mourner, so there’s no sign of me.

So, it was around that time that I wondered if I should trudge back and go see Walter Rock.

“Llewelyn.”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me. A familiar, pleasant-to-hear voice. It was a voice that made you know that it would be really nice to hear the song.

And out of all the people I know, there’s only one person with a voice like that.

“Melody, good morning.”

“Yes. Good morning.”

A melody that speaks with a smile. I saw Melody wearing thick winter clothes unlike usual.

Why are you dressed like this? Pantheon seems a bit hot when dressed like that.

But I couldn’t say anything about the clothes. Right now, I was wearing clothes that I couldn’t tell if it was a shabby Tabard or a Gambison.

I need to get some new armor. Just as I was losing my appetite with regret, the melody approached me with great strides.

“Now, aren’t you curious why I’m dressed like this?”

“It’s a bit like that.”

“Actually, it’s because I plan to follow Llewelyn to see Walterok! “If it’s a negotiation, take a dueling scholar with you. He’s famous, right?”

That usually means that if things go wrong in a negotiation, you should stab him to death as a duelist.

Well, as far as melody goes, he’s a great talent. Because he is a person who knows a lot, he is versatile, and can make up for the few shortcomings that I lack.

“So it’s winter clothes.”

“Answer! There won’t be any fighting anyway.”

It’s best not to fight. As she said, the right answer is not to fight the Black Knight at all.

It is difficult to use magic because it restricts magical power, but they show off all kinds of techniques by applying anti-magic power to push away magical energy.

It is not an easy opponent.

But at level 20, you fight a monster that has survived for 300 years?

I’d rather throw myself off the air fortress and fall.

No, was that already the case?

Anyway, either way, Melody is an excellent companion. She also has a magic tool that allows her to send messages 1:1 with her sister.

When my thoughts reached that point, I remembered what happened yesterday.

Naturally, it’s also about melody.

I looked at Melody. Melody looks at me with shining golden eyes. Her expression was blurred and soft with a little happiness.

The overall expression on my face she was like that.

If I think about it, it felt like it had been like that for some time. I don’t know exactly when it started, but that expression itself was very familiar.

It was none other than the expression that Isla often showed me, the expression typical of a woman in love.

Only then did I realize what my sister said yesterday.

Melody likes me.

I don’t know why I like it. But I guess romantic feelings are so unpredictable that I start liking them through little things.

Even just me-

“Ugh.”

“Llewelyn?”

“No. Nothing. “It just reminded me of a deep, dark history that I want to forget.”

“What a deep and dark history… Is it serious? Would you like me to treat you? A spell that gives courage…”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

It is better not to bother with dark history. There are other important things.

I glanced at the melody.

Melody looks up at me and looks worried.

She is not one of the three clans, much less is she related to them.

She’s not a distant descendant like Isla, so she probably doesn’t like me.

Moreover, if a normal person says that he or she is being manipulated or has his or her her mind guided in such a way, he or she will have a hard time believing or not accepting it.

I could tell that Melody liked me purely out of her own will

The reason was difficult to understand.

Is it my face or my actions?

Or not… Um, I don’t know.

I looked at Melody thoughtfully for a moment, and Melody gaped at my gaze, then lowered her eyes and avoided me.

“Melody.”

“Yes?”

“I talked to my sister yesterday.”

“… Have you decided to speak comfortably?”

“That’s enough, that’s not what I want to say.”

Hmm, how should I say this?

After thinking about it, I decided to just say it.

“Melody, do you like me?”

A melody that makes you startle and stiffen. Her eyes were far away so they were directed at me.

The face her her turns red and the mouth her does not open or close. Hey, this is clear.

“I didn’t know until now, but my sister-“

“… Yes?”

But that expression lasted only for a moment. I didn’t know that expressions could disappear from a person’s face so quickly.

Melody looks at me with a completely expressionless expression.

Even a faint trace of life could be felt in the expressionless expression that showed even shock.

“… “You didn’t know?”

“Uh, that’s right, right?”

I felt a deep sense of life in Melody’s expression of her. Living by gradually becoming stronger. To the extent that I could see her waist without even realizing it.

What? Did I say something wrong?

I thought about it carefully, but it didn’t occur to me that I had done something wrong.

“Uh, melody?”

“Are you saying you had no idea until now? I did that… ?”

“No, because you didn’t tell me…”

“Are you oblivious?”

People who haven’t experienced this don’t know.

Even though I am clearly stronger and stronger when a woman speaks coldly.

There are times when a chill goes down your spine and you cannot continue speaking.

Because I did that now. I swallowed my saliva without realizing it and watched Melody slowly regain her expression.

“For some reason, I thought there was no reaction at all…”

Melody looked a little angry. Even that is only revealed by capturing the facial expression.

I came a short distance away and made eye contact with Melody, who was looking up from under my chin, and I hiccuped without realizing it.

“Okay, if you want me to say that much. Listen carefully.”

Scary. They say that a gentle person can be scary when angry, but even when fighting, he was a person who always smiled leisurely, so I felt pressured for no reason.

“The person I like the most in this pantheon is you.”

Her hand touches my chest. Although it was a small hand, it was a warm and soft hand.

However, it was also full of calls that made me realize that I was a prosecutor.

“It’s me.”

I looked into Melody’s passionately burning golden eyes and opened my mouth without realizing it.

“No, that’s not true- Oh!”

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A sharp pain in the shin. When I jumped up, holding my shins, Melody closed her mouth and ran away with her fresh red face.

“I hate you.”

Melody, who was running away, had a sad face.