I Became the Wrong Race

125 – Golem (2)

“What… Go?”

“Well, I don’t like repeating the same thing, but it’s important so I’ll relay it properly.”

As I stood blankly wearing black armor, the golem, who doesn’t know the human heart, said that.

“I want you to spread the divine power contained in your lineage to as many women as possible to rebuild the divine lineage and re-establish the pantheon.”

After speaking, the golem seemed to realize that it was not one.

“Hmm, now that I say it, it must be a lot of trouble, not just one or two. I will try my best to give something to you personally, so I would appreciate it if you worked hard.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Hmm? Is it that much? “I thought it would be easy because there were already friendly women around.”

Yes, definitely.

How can a golem compare with a human just because it has its own ego and intelligence?

At best, she is a being with intelligence and ego, but she does not have a human heart.

I once realized why it was called hateful intelligence in a worldview I saw. In things like this, it would be better to be a tool without intelligence.

My disgust was not revealed outside of the helmet, but the golem’s babbling continued to pour out words denying humanity.

“Originally, I wanted to assign black knights who would make excellent brides to you, but the women already around you were capable of creating excellent heirs. There was no need for me to try.”

“One of them is my older sister.”

“So you’re a homunculus?”

“That’s right.”

“Good. I will be able to produce excellent, good-blooded heirs.”

Is he crazy? Really.

“No, you’re my older sister?”

“Incest is common among the gods. Even the royal family often does this to maintain their lineage.”

“No, but…”

Fuck, that’s true.

I immediately criticized the mythical beings of Greece, Japan, Egypt, and Christianity, whose faces I had never seen in my life.

So, let’s make fun of the dickhead. They really are bastards.

Of course, if you think about it calmly, those mythical beings were not guilty.

Just because they don’t have incest, there’s no way that the gods in this world won’t have incest, and at best, all they did was use their cultural influence to tell the production team, ‘It would be a good idea to insert a setting in which beings from a mythical era that were close to the backstory committed incest! ‘It was something that brought to mind the idea.

In reality, there was no one to criticize, so it was more like taking out one’s anger somewhere far away.

“If she were your sister, would she be a protector of the country?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“The Lord Protector was also showing favor towards you, and I know that the Lord Protector is also a being who ignites a deep sense of duty and justice in this world. “If it is the right choice for the country, I don’t expect her to reject it.”

“I will do so.”

“Hmm, your attitude suddenly became very irreverent.”

“Isn’t that what it looks like?”

I wanted to leave. I wanted to leave here, but my coordination remained.

Tuning to make the armor completely mine. In the process, I had to listen to the golem’s matchmaking, which was persistent but completely devoid of logic.

No, is that too logical?

The scary thing was that I was gradually being persuaded. As soon as the attunement was over, I left and ran away, and the golem, who had no interest in understanding humans, sent me off, telling me to try my best from now on.

I secretly hoped it wouldn’t happen like that.

Like Zeus, I don’t want to see all the orphans selling my name.

*

[Play time: 9,944 hours]

And about a week passed.

Nothing much happened in the pantheon or the surrounding area, but it was closer to the point that the Black Knights took care of it before anything happened.

If there was a problem that couldn’t be solved by the Black Knights, a military team led by Melody, Sister, and Lorian could be sent out, and even if that wasn’t the case, we had a golem that didn’t know the human heart and had no mercy.

A level 20 black knight/golem who is very energetic.

Balterok was a disaster not only to warlocks but also to monsters wandering this land.

A black knight who watches from high in the sky and, when he senses a magical power that defies his senses, he descends at ultra-high speed and rips the pieces apart.

There was a feeling that the perimeter firepower was excessive, but thanks to this, I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time.

So I was able to do a lot in the meantime.

When I asked Lorian if he knew how to use a hatchet, he flattered me by asking if he knew such a quantity of weapons, so I told him it was useless.

After asking my older sister, I felt a significant difference in talent and thought, ‘Oh, my older sister won’t be able to help me either,’ so I ran away.

At least I asked Isla half in anticipation and half in worry, and the only hope I could learn was to learn something useful.

Melody, I don’t think you would know because I know how quick it is, so I didn’t ask.

Although Isla is assumed to be a similarly agile character, she is a hunter, so she knows how to use a hatchet well.

It’s just that the situation hasn’t been good so far and the conditions haven’t been good, but Isla doesn’t look like a low-level hunter.

There may have been times when I couldn’t use skills because I had so little magical power.

“That has already been resolved.”

“Huh?”

“Weren’t you mumbling?”

“Oh, was that so?”

You’re not reading my mind and saying something else, right? As I looked with her questioning eyes, Orthemilia smoothed her jade horns and smoothed out her hair.

No, that’s not what I meant.

“Yes? “I don’t think there’s any problem.”

“… No.”

“Huh?”

“No.”

“He’s a bland guy.”

Orthemilia. A being with the greatest dexterity, analysis, and production ability among those who came under my command.

There was a simple reason why I was dealing alone with the necromancers of the three clans, who were once famous enough to be called alchemists.

“So, you made it as I asked?”

“Hehe, of course. Have you already forgotten who I am?”

“You are a great alchemist.”

“Boy, flatter me. I wish our first meeting was as obedient as it is now.”

That’s what she said, but her expression didn’t seem to show any regret.

Rather, Ortemilia smiled as if she was somewhat satisfied with the current relationship.

She was applying her magic to the ring that was attached to some magical fixture.

If I could feel magical power, I might have felt something, but since I couldn’t, I couldn’t know at all.

He will do it well.

“But the armor is black and has anti-magic power. Is it working normally?”

“The anti-magic power contained in that armor is only a function based on your wearing it. It was a very clever and cunning method. It’s similar to the power that usually comes at the cost of life… They probably knew you were a homunculus and made it that way. Very cunning.”

“Aha. Then what?”

“Rather than that, I want to hear what that golem said to you.”

Ortemilia asks me while putting on the ring. I crossed my arms and pursed my lips, as is typical for people who come up with an uncomfortable topic.

“Nothing is solved by making a cute face. “Why don’t you tell me something, thinking it will comfort your bored mother?”

“Who is the mother?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the mother?”

“You’re not wrong. I will admit it.”

“Funny guy.”

My relationship with Ortemilia had reached an ambiguous point.

To be honest, I’m reluctant to talk to Lorian, who I declared my mistress, because I don’t know the distance between them, and I’m also a bit uncomfortable with Melody, who confessed to me not long ago.＜ Br﹥

My sister even gave me a suspicious look.

The people I was truly comfortable with were Isla or Ortemiglia.

In particular, the latter felt more comfortable.

“You really don’t have a crush on me, do you?”

“Wouldn’t you like it? It’s probably not the kind of crush that makes you squeal like the girls who bother you, but it’s closer to maternal love. “It’s interesting because it’s not the intended function.”

“Then call me mom?”

“Hmph, do you think I’ll like it just because of that? I like it very much. “If you call her often, I’ll at least stroke her head.”

It’s a strange year.

Ortemilia’s height, body type, and outward appearance made her look younger than me, but she didn’t look older.

However, contrary to what she looked like, her actual age and behavior were older than mine, and she was more mature than me, so she suited me well as a mother.

She was still like that.

“So, what does her mom look like?”

“Huh, that’s good to hear.”

“Not that one.”

“He’s a guy who doesn’t even give you a chance to soak in the lingering emotions.”

Orthemilia stopped in the middle of putting on her ring, all dressed up, and she thought.

“It is God’s reconstruction. If that god is related to the ‘father’, logically speaking, reconstruction would be a realistic way to win. “It would be the most direct way to reduce the impact of pleural fluid.”

But. As Ortemilia said that, she looked uncomfortable at first glance.

“I don’t really like being treated like a rooster. Although she functionally retained the possibility of reproduction… It’s somewhat unpleasant.”

“Okay? “I just thought you would agree.”

“Do I look that bleak?”

“Honestly?”

“Hmph, then I guess I’ll have a chance to see you again.”

It was unexpected. Ortemilia, an alchemist would say, ‘Oh, that’s good. I thought he would make a bunch of medicine and hand it over to me, saying, ‘Would you like me to make some medicine for you to use when you’re sick?

Then I thought I would have to crack that potion on that b*tch’s head.

But surprisingly, Orthemilia had a different opinion from Golem, who did not know the human mind.

Ah, a golem that doesn’t know the human heart more than a necromancer, who is said to have the least humanity among the three clans.

As a result, it fit the expression of hateful intelligence, so I did not feel regretful.

“But I can understand.”

“Hmph.”

“Isn’t it a golem? Even though it has intelligence, its nature is a golem. It’s natural to give priority to orders. Even if she has an ego and intelligence, there will be a big gap between humans and life.”

“Uh, then.”

“Still, my personal antipathy and opinions as producers and mothers are opposite. Do you know when your manufacturing period was?”

“Uh, that’s…”

Help me, status window cheat sheet.

I rolled my eyes and quickly did the math when I saw the number 9,944.

First of all, it’s been over a year, uh, so…

“A little over a year… ?”

“If I remember correctly, today is the 414th day since your manufacturing.”

“Oh, it happened like that?”

I spent 365 days quietly in my cell in the fortress of the three clans, so it was no wonder that I felt it was short.

According to my slow mental calculations, it was only close to 50 days since I left there.

Wow, time flies.

But Ortemilia seemed to be the opposite.

“It is still too early to test that function. “Maybe there are some people who don’t like being treated like a rooster.”

Somehow, the latter seemed to have more power. I guess I should say that I feel angry that my child is being treated like that.

She told Ortemilia that she never thought she would think like this, but Ortemilia was accepting me more responsibly than she thought.

“It’s entirely up to you, but I would say be careful about your decision.”

“I will.”

“I come here whenever I need consultation.”

“You didn’t suddenly fall in love with me while we were consulting, right?”

Ortemilia bursts out laughing at my words. She brushed her loose hair with one side of her head and unfastened the ring with an air of joy.

“Where is the mother who falls in love with her child? There’s no need to worry about that, so don’t worry.”

I swear, I’m a little anxious.

It’ll be okay. While thinking, I accepted the ring Ortemiglia gave me.

Then a message appears in the corner of my eye.

[Preparation for battle]

[“I should have learned how to sleep wearing armor.”

-The development of the ring, the lament of a warrior who was attacked while camping and fighting without wearing armor

This ring looks ordinary at first glance. A ring with a deliberately inconspicuous design, it is made up of higher magic than you might think. The moment it is worn, the wearer’s armor is stored in normal times, and the armor is transferred only during battle and transferred to the exact location where it should be worn.

This ring is an imitation of the artifact.]

[Allow you to save armor that takes more than 6 seconds to equip and wear it immediately. It operates automatically during battle.]

I smiled contentedly as I put the ring on my index finger.

I thought this was the end of my preparations.