I Became the Wrong Race

160 – Cleaning Up (2)

There was more than one thing left behind by the subjugation.

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 12]

If it was one of them, it was definitely a level.

Originally, I had reached level 10 and was on the verge of becoming level 11, but after dealing with countless enemies, including Azdan, it seemed like my level had risen two levels.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve leveled up and gotten my hands on it.

[Additional attack]

Additional attacks first.

It is a benefit given to warrior classes at certain intervals, and was a function that reflected the setting that warrior classes were better at martial arts than other classes.

Now that it has become a reality, I don’t really know how it works, but I thought I would be able to understand it if I actually handle it.

Next was talent.

[Choose a talent]

A growing list. There were some that all warriors could choose in common, some that were derived from the basic fighting skills already chosen, and some that were derived from parrying.

These were not all bad talents. They say it’s hard to have fun when you blindly choose a game, but now that it’s become a reality, there’s room to take advantage of it somehow.

However, the traditional elven fighting skills used by Nuna and Esha were excluded.

Since her sister or Esha Terna would teach her, there was no need for her to learn the valuable talent.

In that case, the fighting techniques of the northern barbarian warriors remain, and among the three major fighting arts, there is one that suits me better than dragon slaying, so I thought I should consider it.

But considering the fact that I already had dragon slaying, it would have been better to learn something else.

Regardless, there are few fighting techniques as powerful as dragon slaying, and it was the highest level of the three.

In that case, there remain feats common to warriors, feats common to all classes, and parry derivatives…

The one I chose was the most ordinary one.

[Strong vitality]

[Your body is strong, and its vitality is unrivaled. No matter what fight there is, you will be the one standing until the end.]

[Vitality increases for each level (Constitution modifier + Job Stamina coefficient). Modifies the existing vitality calculation formula.]

[The existing vitality calculation formula is (health modifier + job stamina coefficient ÷ 2).]

A knack for recklessly increasing my blood pressure.

While fighting Azdan, I realized my lack of vitality like never before, and at the same time, I recognized my strengths.

I am strong. Strong. In most cases, you will not die, and in very few cases, you will not be incapacitated.

Just raising the level will instill in the opponent a sense of helplessness as if they were dealing with a huge mountain.

As soon as I choose a talent, a certain vitality flows through my body… I didn’t feel the same thing.

But considering that I’ve never had a talent that didn’t work properly, there shouldn’t be a problem. Because there are things that were originally very strong.

[Proficiency Bonus: +5]

And the last thing I got by reaching level 12 was the proficiency bonus.

Something I was already used to, something that had been in my head since I woke up in the morning and made minute adjustments to my movements.

Considering that the proficiency bonus increased from level 17 to 6, I was already on the verge of becoming a master.

You won’t be able to know how much has actually changed unless you go through the actual experience.

It wasn’t something I wanted to check right away. There was something else I had to check now.

“You waited, right?”

“I waited a bit.”

“In times like this, even if it’s just empty words, it’s like saying you haven’t waited long.”

A melody that pokes my side. I laughed at him in bewilderment.

Is it okay for me to say something like this when I know I’ll be waiting to change clothes?

Usually, you can only say things like that when you don’t know how long you’ve been waiting for each other.

But Melody didn’t seem to care about such trivial things. I walked with my arms crossed, guided by the melody.

Because of the unintentionally prolonged preparations, the sun was already low in the sky.

Warm spring sunlight was falling on the corridor in the center of the nest, and there was silence as everyone had already left to do their own thing.

In the meantime, tap, tap, a sound like a ringing cane.

It was the sound of Melody’s estoque touching the floor with its sheath.

“So, how was it?”

“Are you talking about Rie Hegedia?”

Melody nodded her head quietly, and I rolled my eyes and tried to remember.

Around the time when the fight was over and Walterok delivered Hejedia to Lee.

Liehejedia looked at her strewn corpse and she smiled.

‘Do you need a competent finance minister, sir?’

To be honest, there wasn’t much need.

No, it’s a new continent.

Doesn’t finances have to exist in the economy to be useful? So I said.

‘No, I don’t think it’s really necessary.’

The expression on Rie Hejedia’s face when she heard those words.

It was far from a look of despair, disappointment, or anything like that.

Rather, it was closer to an expression that asked, ‘What is this, you idiot?’

But I still didn’t know if the Finance Minister had a role to play here, and I likewise didn’t know what her plans she were.

Even after listening to Walterok’s explanation, it was still like that.

That was the reason why I was leading Melody to the space where Ortemilia’s laboratory and the mixed-blood vampires’ residence were located.

To interrogate him with Melody’s help, and to prepare an opportunity to kill him on the spot if he is planning something.

And if you don’t have a plan… I want to hear how on earth the finance minister is supposed to be used here.

“It’s new because there’s no snow.”

“… “It hurts my heart to say that.”

“Ah, I didn’t mean to.”

I led the melody through the transference room, and using the transition from the transference room to the underground space, I reached a familiar space.

A vast cave with a huge lake in the middle and a surprisingly solid foundation.

A leisurely landscape filled with blue light.

Considering that there was a hot spring somewhere here, the whole place felt like a resort of sorts.

It would be great if people could evacuate here in case of emergency.

This cave was clean enough to make you think that way.

The pantheon is in shambles in many ways.

We’ll have to discuss this later, I thought. As I walked, I saw people. Children and women who are full-blooded vampires who are doing something like mushroom farming.

And among them, people who appear to be patrolling or sitting by the lake and resting.

Most of them were mixed-blooded vampires, but if you look at the minor changes in their appearance, they were quite ordinary.

Not being able to get enough sun didn’t seem to be a problem for them.

“Ah, Llewelyn!”

And the most familiar person among them approached.

He was an old man who had been representing the mixed blood vampires since we first saw them.

Perhaps because he ate well and rested well, the old man gained weight and now, except for the beard, he looks like a young man.

Since he was in the middle of farming, he came to me with his coat, which he had thrown off, draped over his shoulder.

Wow, it’s a burden on my body. I’m all old, so is it okay to look like that?

“What business have you come here for today? “Perhaps.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Ah, it just so happened. Slowly, the stockpile—”

“Yes? No, I came to interrogate prisoners…”

The old man widened his eyes as if he was embarrassed by my words, and I scratched my head in embarrassment.

“Well, before I go back, I’ll pick some up for you. Well, I couldn’t get it for you. Because I’m so busy.”

“No, no. Yes, that’s possible. Although Ortemilia is researching water purification extraction through crops… It was just that the stockpile was running low because it was still slow.”

Well, in order to share blood with them without getting infected, you have to be a homunculus like me or extract the blood in a safe way.

But how can something like that happen in a world where blood donation doesn’t even exist?

In the end, the only answer was to prepare a cup or something and put my or my sister’s blood in it, but the latter didn’t appeal to me that much.

I’d rather end up spilling blood.

“If you are interrogating prisoners… We will guide you. “This way.”

In any case, it wasn’t something that needed to be dealt with right away. I, along with Melody and the old man, crossed a road that seemed to have been built not long ago, and soon came across a well-built prison.

“When did you build something like this?”

“Orthemilia created it after the last incident. There is a passage leading to the lab, so it is easy to manage…”

Perhaps Ortemilia herself could not have predicted Selma’s change and she seemed to be lamenting the loss of a valuable source of information.

“Which prisoner are you interrogating?”

“Lie Hejedia, he has brown hair and brown eyes, and he has an aristocratic look and wears a monocle. No, the monocle was probably confiscated… It must be the person who twisted her hair.”

Hearing Melody’s quiet words, the old man guided us to the innermost prison.

The cell where Selma once stayed did not exist. It was clear that she was worried that Isla would feel psychological pain if she were to see her.

He’s kind too. I smiled at first glance and faced a heavy iron door in the deepest part of the prison.

“Then, let’s wait here.”

“No, just give me the key and you can do your work. “We’ll take care of it.”

“Uhm, still… Will it be okay?”

“Even though I may look like a fragile pretty girl, I can protect my own body. There is also Llewelyn.”

“All right. “I will go away.”

The old man bowed his head and stepped back, and we opened the heavy iron door and entered.

“Oh my.”

Inside was Lee Hegedia.

As far as I know, he is the best defensive swordsmanship on the entire continent, and he is a genius who was chosen by the emperor after successfully reviving another swordsman.

However, he stepped on the wrong line and is now my prisoner.

I looked at Rie Hejedia, who was limping and sitting in handcuffs.

“Welcome.”

A woman smiling and waving her hand. I sat in front of that woman at a table that seemed to have been prepared in advance.

“Sir, what kind of business do you have here today?”

The woman who smiled seemed relaxed.

Even though he was strong enough to tie down Balterok and was the finance minister who was favored by the emperor.

She was gently smiling at me, who was once her enemy

Even though everything she had was taken away and she was a prisoner, she seemed to be in a good mood. Although I couldn’t understand it.

There was no need to try to understand.

I had many questions to ask her, and she had many reasons to answer me.

So I thought of various questions. There are so many things that it’s hard to know what to ask first.

Perhaps because of that, Lie Hejedia struck preemptively without hesitation.

“Shall I guess?”

Are you guessing? Do you think interrogation is a joke?

It was even before I frowned grimly.

“Do you want to ask about the emperor’s identity?”

Emperor. That was also one of the things I wondered if I should ask.

But I didn’t think it was something important to ask.

That’s obvious, right?

My mother’s limbs, at best, are like the monsters that were transformed by my mother’s influence.

I thought so, but the words that came out of her mouth were unexpected.

“The emperor is the first homunculus.”

“… “What?”

Such unexpected words. I was caught off guard. I couldn’t react because I was thinking about what I had heard, and when Rie Hejedia saw me like that, she added in a whisper.

“Unlike Gwigong, which is a masterpiece, it is the first bowl and a failure created by a mother who lost her bowl.”

“Well, wait, what is that about…”

“But when creating a nobleman, I used the Emperor, the closest failure to completion among the three clans, as a reference.”

There were stories coming out one after another that I had never expected.

Lieheje Dia bent down and looked at me.

“You could say that the Emperor and the Duke are brother and sister.”

Only then did I realize one thing.

The initiative was no longer in my hands.