I Became the Wrong Race

141 – Origin (5)

The enemy has fallen.

I am fine, and I kept what I had to protect.

Still, for some reason, I felt sad. Feeling like I lost something and failed.

Obviously, no one died, just a few dozen machines died.

Why is it so sad? I couldn’t figure it out. What was even more embarrassing was the fact that when I thought of those dead machines, I automatically felt mourning.

It must be the power that arises when a person mourns another person. Absurdly.

I was mourning the golems. I was hoping they wouldn’t die. Rather…

No, no.

Let’s stop thinking like this. If I just think about being depressed, I get really depressed, so I gathered myself together and walked.

The colossus was collapsing. The wild animal, startled by the roaring sound from afar, runs away, but it is not at the same level as before.

Rather, it might be closer to the feeling of avoiding dangerous things but knowing that ‘here’ is safe.

So I walked slowly and retraced the path I had taken.

There were clear traces of the path the giant statue passed.

In the midst of broken and cracked places and all kinds of deaths.

I went back bitter.

How should I explain all of this?

Who is that puppy?

Bitterly, I couldn’t forget the golem’s last words.

‘Please take care of Huey.’

The dog’s name was Huey. And it was definitely a dog that followed people well.

Even though I was far from a human relative, the fact that he waved his tail to welcome me showed that he was a dog that would get along well anywhere.

The problem is that this world is Netel and Grim Darker.

I felt a sense of responsibility in this place, where there are many people who treat dogs that could live well anywhere as nothing more than a piece of meat.

That was the only thing I could do for those golems.

At least take good care of it. While I was walking, I felt bad and bit my lip several times.

I sigh. I thought it could have been resolved a little better.

If only I had more power.

No, could I have done that if I had more power?

Wisdom?

I don’t think there’s any wisdom in life that applies to that.

Is it knowledge?

If I had the knowledge to solve that, so I could solve it peacefully or with the minimum amount of money.

It would have been really nice if that had happened.

It’s too late to regret it, but I walked while imagining that.

If everything is resolved well, give the golems some decent land.

Otherwise, it would have been okay to give Lete the place where he is and make him his assistant.

Since they were all craftsmen, I thought it might have been helpful to Lete anyway.

Then Lete is definitely…

That was when he was thinking. I raised my head without realizing it, feeling strange.

“… Uh.”

We had arrived before we knew it.

Lorian is lying down on the floor, and Elimule is unconscious and wrapped in something like a net next to him.

And the woman lightly sits down on the bedside of the two.

There was no sign of him even appearing. Even in my blankly staring eyes, it felt like a dream.

However, a cool and sticky presence suddenly appeared.

Wouldn’t it feel like this if ice had viscosity, didn’t break, and was infinitely cold?

I shivered involuntarily from the chill and coldness that rose up to the tip of my throat.

What? What the hell is that…

I felt like I was suffocating. Even though you don’t need to breathe, your lungs shrink as they crave oxygen. Ugh, I’m out of breath. I find myself holding my head without realizing it.

Overwhelming presence. What is deeply felt in that presence.

A dense and dense divinity that cannot be compared to the golem just a moment ago.

A woman looking at me blankly.

The woman’s pupils were constantly changing and squirming even when the veil was removed.

There was no light felt in the brightly shining eyes containing all kinds of colors. I couldn’t even feel a soul.

There is nothing but darkness and black malice.

That was the time when I was buried in the snow and suffocating.

I heard a barking sound.

It is a unique barking sound of a dog that is insignificant but loud, and has a loud volume that attracts the attention of those around it.

Only then did I fall to the floor and vomit out gastric juice.

“… Phew, this?”

The dog was barking. Looking at the woman sitting down, she barks incessantly.

The dog’s tail was wagging low, as if it was scared, but the dog didn’t stop barking. Loyal and innocent.

As if I don’t know what will happen after this.

The woman did not take her eyes off me. She quietly raised her hand with her ever-changing lenses fixed on me.

The woman’s hand moves. It’s not that big, and it’s pretty and pure white.

My hands unconsciously felt cold. I looked at that hand blankly and reached out for her hand without realizing it.

The north wind came into my hand. My body moved with the red, fluttering wind.

Kwahiah ah ah ah ahhhhh!

“Ugh… ?!”

Pain awakens my brain. The coolness that remains where the mourning and pain has gone.

My forearm was cut off and floated in the air.

A roughly broken cross section was visible. The severed forearm looked as if it had entered the jaw of an animal and then came out.

But that wasn’t a problem.

The problem is that even though he was wearing the Black Knight’s armor and even used ‘slash’ while holding the North Wind in his hand, he was helplessly cut off.

Fuck, what on earth did they attack with?

Although I was embarrassed, I realized that I had barely managed to block it and rolled on the floor.

The dog in my arms was calm and did not struggle.

“Go!”

The dog I let go whined and walked away, and I grabbed my weapon to protect the dog and Lorian, who had walked away.

Me, panting, bending her knees, and the woman looking down at me.

Only then did something touch my memory.

A woman’s ever-changing eyes.

Eyes of all natural colors, sometimes like those of an animal, sometimes sprinkling brilliant light in completely different colors, and sometimes tinged with dark shadows.

And the bangs that fall at an angle, like Ortemilia, cover one of her eyes.

Although I was hesitant, I opened my mouth.

“Empress.”

Then the woman laughed. Her smiling face was beautiful, and her smile was also very gentle.

It was a creepy face that somehow sent shivers down her spine. Should I say it doesn’t look like a human?

It’s probably not because I know she’s not human. I read her divinity with divinity still reaching down to my brain.

“You’re smiling.”

The Empress said. The fact that his voice was also nice to hear was eerie.

After listening to her, I touched her face her with my regenerated right arm her her her her.

It’s true. You’re smiling.

It wasn’t crazy. Rather, so to speak.

“… I do it because it is absurd. “I couldn’t believe that the Empress was a divine being.”

The head of the transformation clan and one of the three clans.

Be called, Empress.

She is the person who created Lorian’s prosthetic hand and is Ortemilia’s mother.

She was a surprisingly and absurdly divine being.

And that wasn’t all.

“… “How much of a monster are you?”

“Those are hurtful words.”

Words muttered emotionlessly. I unconsciously straightened my bent knees and aimed at the hatchet.

As I started using Divine, my cognitive abilities went to a higher level.

I would say that the level of strength has reached a level that can be guessed.

In my opinion, the Empress’s strength was beyond her common sense.

Stronger than my sister. She It’s stronger than the golem you fought a while ago.

It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever seen or experienced. I get goosebumps and my body trembles without realizing it.

It reminds me of a story I once saw. It is a story that humans become more foolish than they imagined when they see a wild animal like a tiger.

The story is that a prey naturally hardens in the face of a predator.

It was still the same now. I realized that the Empress was a ‘natural predator.’

If it’s a game, how many levels are there?

Is it something like 30, which is an impossible area?

Fuck it, I should know. As her face was distorted, the Empress smiled expressionlessly.

She was clearly smiling, but it didn’t feel like she was smiling.

It felt like she was a shell rather than a face.

“It’s okay to be afraid. It’s better than when I called her grandmother.”

“Do you really care that much?”

“Age is an important issue.”

Still cool. I glanced at her her hand her

It was clearly the arm that had cut off my arm of hers, but there was no sign of it. What on earth did I do that made it like that?

I don’t know. Then leave only what you can see. I concentrated and intentionally brought divinity into my eyes.

Puck!

“… Pfft.”

Immediately, I felt my eyes burst and blood flowing out.

Even if you only see it briefly, something is wrong with your eyes. The Empress’s body her her her, seen briefly, was almost incomprehensible.

Countless colors and chaos. A disorder reminiscent of tangled, writhing flames or turbid currents.

I regenerated my eyeball and faced the Empress, who was still looking at me with interest.

“What are you here for? “I didn’t come just to kill the dog.”

“… Dog?”

The Empress’s head tilts strangely. As soon as her eyes met, a whining sound was heard from behind.

“Ah, I’m sorry. And without even realizing it, I stop.”

Smile softly. She explained that she meant no harm.

“When a bug flies, she waves her hand around. Is that so?”

What’s wrong with saying something and ending it with a question?

But I couldn’t argue. There was no atmosphere for that.

I faced the Empress in a cold sweat.

A completely different atmosphere and pressure than when seen in video.

I don’t know if there are fortresses of the three clans up there, but if so, their power was surprising.

Even though it crashed down from above, it landed without a sound.

No matter how much I am, I can’t do it.

The Empress said to me who she was thinking so hard.

“Are you curious about why I came?”

“… Okay, maybe you came to retrieve Elimu-“

Instead of speaking, I thought.

Something was strange. My intuition was whispering something to me.

That’s not all, there’s another purpose.

Rather, Elimule and Elise are something that the Empress does not care about.

I trusted that cool intuition and opened my mouth.

“I knew it. “What is here?”

The Empress’s eyes are on me. I said while looking directly into her eyes.

“You expected those two to die. It would be surprising to you that even one person survived.”

The Empress suggested that I become her adopted son, and she ordered an investigation into the two.

I found out after fighting. If you had any prior information, you would know that those two clearly lacked the power to deal with the golem.

At first, I thought it was because I didn’t know, but that’s not the case anymore.

The Empress had divinity. I knew it intuitively. That is not a qualification obtained like a player who has reached level 20 obtains a unique skill.

Rather, it is the opposite.

That was an innate qualification.

Then an intuition swept through my mind.

Lorian had said that the empress and other thrones had never changed.

He said that it was from a time when the ‘father’ still existed.

… What if that’s not the case?

What if they existed since the mythical era?

If so.

“Are you testing me?”

Realization washes over me. The Empress knew that I would fight something here.

It’s okay to win, but if you lose, that’s it.

The reason she came here now.

“They came to retrieve me.”

When I raised my head in confidence, the corners of the Empress’ mouth rose.

And at the same time, fear slowly eroded my mind.

I felt like I was looking at something wrong. The feeling of not being able to do that and the feeling of rejection irritate my throat.

I can’t help but hold back the screams that want to come out of my mouth without me even realizing it.

The Empress laughed. The color of her right eye hidden by her hair became dull and she smiled unpleasantly.

She said with that smile.

“You’re smart. I like it very much.”

I felt cold sweat running down my neck.

Where the cold sweat passed, something behind my back licked my neck.

The Empress’s shadow swells larger than the Empress’s and overlaps my shadow.

I swallowed as I felt his breath on my neck.