I Became the Wrong Race

146 – Festival (3)

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I am not an expert on medieval history.

Likewise, I didn’t know much about anything originating from the Middle Ages.

But there was at least a vague fantasy. That’s because, without my older sister, the only things I could do at home were games and novels and comics that I could read for free if I waited.

What I mostly saw in those places was medieval fantasy.

Adventures, things like that.

And there was a scene that came up often when I watched something like that, and it engraved in me something like an unknown fantasy.

The main character drinks water from a leather bottle and wipes his mouth.

In particular, after suffering from dehydration symptoms due to not being able to drink water for a long time, it was impossible not to feel so refreshed after drinking water.

I may have been hoping for something like that.

But when I first received the leather skin bottle and drank water with excitement.

I realized that sometimes a fantasy is better to remain a fantasy.

Just as you become an adult only after finding out that Santa is fake, I live in that cold reality…

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Ah.”

Without even thinking about it, I put something that looked like a brown piece in my mouth.

The piece placed on the tongue melted on the tongue, and the taste felt as it melted was the natural sweetness unique to the sweet and bitter fruit.

Without hesitation, I picked up the leather skin bottle and drank water.

Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t drink it, but it also leads directly to an important problem.

Eating, drinking, and sleeping.

It was what I needed to stay sane as a homunculus and now an immortal.

Because human behavior and human habits would protect my humanity.

Didn’t even my sister tell me? He says he eats, drinks, and sleeps. Homunculi like them have to do that if they want to stay sane.

So I continued to eat, drink, and sleep.

Even though I wasn’t necessarily tired, I rested well and tried to create a hobby.

Even though I hadn’t developed a hobby yet.

Still, if you make something, it will be easy to preserve humanity.

While thinking that, I relieved the harshness of the water in the leather bag with the sweetness of hardened fruit jam.

“It’s not tasty.”

“That’s right.”

Anyway, the taste of the water in the leather skin was not as refreshing as I had imagined.

Rather, it was the opposite, so to speak.

The water was vaguely lukewarm and unpleasant, and it tasted like leather, which was unpleasant.

Tannin, was it tannin?

I heard it was something used for tanning.

Anyway, should I say it tastes like that? I’ve never tried it, but it tasted like that.

If you are not a skilled hunter like Isla or a skilled adventurer like Melody or your older sister, it would be difficult to endure. Isla often came out like this, and when she needed to drink water, she would pull out her secret weapon.

“I’ll give you one more piece.”

“Ah.”

It was hardened fruit jam.

Boil it down, spread it out on a square wooden plate, dry it, and harden it. Something that is easy to store, light, and doesn’t cause any problems even if handled somewhat roughly.

It was something I could drink like tea even when I was setting up camp alone with Lorian.

I thought as I put the hardened fruit jam in Isla’s fingers into my mouth and ate it as it melted on my tongue.

I wish it was sweeter.

But you can’t complain in front of the person who created it.

I laughed.

A pair of blue-gray eyes that reflect my smiling face and sparkle happily.

It was Isla.

“Thank you.”

“Because Lu doesn’t like leather skins.”

I smiled sheepishly and held out her leather bag, and Isla took a sip of the leather bag she had returned and frowned slightly on her cute face.

Her ears were fluttering, and her long, plump tail was moving up and down.

Isla walked, putting her leather bag back on her belt.

In the middle of the forest where evening is slowly coming.

We were walking along the footprints left on the snow.

It was a task that had already been repeated several times, hunting (as well as being a drone that carried luggage and just watched from the side).

But that work was a little different from usual.

“Ugh…”

First of all, I woke up feeling groggy.

“Can I really not help you?”

There were two reasons why Isla wouldn’t ask me to do anything because, ‘You can’t let someone on her birthday work.’

“Huh. I will do it.”

So I just walked along with Isla and watched her hunt

It might seem boring at first glance, but it was quite new and fun.

Why aren’t videos of people quietly doing their own thing popular on video platforms?

When I was in my third year, I was busy working part-time, so I barely saw it, so I fell behind the trend a bit.

If I remember correctly, it was a time when videos of people just quietly studying would get hundreds of thousands of views.

It was like that even though it was an unfamiliar, familiar image of studying.

It got that many views just because it had a smooth face.

In that sense, Isla was an entity that guaranteed an extremely excellent ‘image angle’.

Pure white hair, short hair with good texture.

Beautiful blue-grey eyes that make your heart flutter when you look at them, and pure white eyelashes surrounding those eyes.

It’s like a clear sky over a snowy field.

It has a charm that makes you mesmerized when you look at it.

And that wasn’t the only thing.

When her eyes met and she was mesmerized, Isla met her eyes for a moment and then smiled softly.

A refreshing, kind, and affectionate smile that is only allowed because we are already in a relationship.

There was something that made me laugh along with myself just by looking at it.

However, one more thing was added here.

It is a professional work that is unfamiliar and captivating.

You can tell just by looking at the videos posted on famous video platforms.

A person wearing work clothes is cleaning a firearm.

You can cut wood yourself, make a bow, and shoot it.

Like building a hut.

Such videos get a lot of views because they are basically unfamiliar and have the power to make people look at them blankly.

But now there’s a video of an incredibly beautiful woman doing that?

If you upload it, the number of views is already high. So I thought about that for a moment.

If all this ends and something typical of a return to modern times happens (which of course I don’t really want to go back to).

Let’s take a video of Isla hunting.

“Lu.”

“Uh, uh.”

“Over there.”

What interrupted my thoughts was a hand quietly pulling my collar and a tail gently nudging my cheek.

I raised my eyes, fighting the urge to put that tail in my mouth.

There was a beast in that direction.

It was a type of beast that could not be seen on Earth.

It looks like a water buffalo, but I would say it has a more sleek appearance.

It was a beast that looked like a mixture of a water buffalo and a wolf.

In fact, even if it attacked, it was an animal that would split in half if I kicked it, but then the meat wouldn’t taste good.

I nodded to Isla and lowered my posture, and Isla smiled softly and pulled the bow from her waist.

It was the ‘morning sun’, a bow burning with light.

An item used by the Isla people who came to hunt me the other day.

It wasn’t a very good item in the dark forest where night was falling, but Isla held it as if it didn’t matter.

The beast raises its head. Our eyes meet. However, animals will definitely not be able to see it properly due to the light of that bow.

It’s like shining a flashlight in your face. You may notice that something is strange, but you freeze because you cannot understand the exact situation.

The gap created was a short period of time, less than 0.5 seconds.

In the previous Isla, if you didn’t have a crossbow loaded in advance, you would have missed it.

I felt her rattle for a moment and feel some energy.

Since she used the Black Knight’s armor and became familiar with her anti-magic power, she knew what the energy was.

It is magical power.

Isla used her magic to dwell in her hand.

The’skill’that she had not been able to use until now because her half was a shapeshifter and she had no magic power shined in her hands.

It is a hunter’s level 10 skill and the best skill that you will continue to worry about even after reaching level 20.

Threading the shade.

The effect is immediate shooting and shooting.

Sigh!

A sharp sound of wind sounded. The arrow of light on the bow flew like a lightning bolt.

And.

Pow!

Pierce the animal’s head. The animal stumbled and fell to the floor without even knowing that it was dead.

I whistled without realizing it, and in response, Isla waggled her tail and approached her prey.

There was no need for confirmed kills.

A must-have skill that uses Isla’s shadow skills.

So far, I haven’t been able to use it because it consumes some magic power, and the activated Shadow Piercing cannot be blocked unless you cut it off in advance or put up a shield from the protection school.

Is there any way that only a beast could stop it? I nodded as the arrow of light disappeared and the hole left in my head.

I stretched out my hand to try to move it, but a pure white hand gently grabbed my hand.

“I will do it.”

“I know, I know. “Can I bring the cart?”

“It’s your birthday.”

It means it can’t be done. I saw Isla dragging a game that must have weighed 200 kg while she was shyly licking her lips.

Isla’s necklace was emitting a faint light.

Even though I had heard the explanation in advance, it was a necklace that I saw without thinking about it every time.

Isla threw the game she had dragged onto the sleigh and then picked up the string hanging from the front of the sleigh and dragged it again.

“Let’s go.”

A lot of games were already piled on the sleigh. I probably won’t be able to eat it all until this winter passes.

But Isla said she goes hunting every day. As if compensating or confirming something.

I walked along Isla.

“Isla.”

Isla’s tail is wagging. I chose her words her while looking at her her tail her her her.

Even then, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

That day, the day Isla and her body overlapped.

The wounds that she thought she had resolved on her own still remained within her.

It had to be that way.

‘The necklace is an ornament made from fruit containing the essence of the being that was Selma. It is an item that turns Isla into a complete shapeshifter.’

I smiled bitterly as I remembered Ortemilia’s explanation.

Isla was still blaming herself.

It was too late to get her power.

She said that in the end she couldn’t do anything.

I walked along Isla and returned to the pantheon.