I Became the Wrong Race

79 – Monster (5)

The once bright sky turned black again, and only after collecting my weapons scattered throughout the forest did the hunter leader wake up.

It was the dull expression characteristic of a dying person. A face I’ve already seen a few times.

It was the face of the losers that I had seen while walking through the forest and had finished it myself.

A fading life burning brightly just before it is cut off. They say it’s a helium and halo. I remembered an expression I once saw in a martial arts webtoon.

So did this hunter. Even as he was dying, he looked at me with pretty clear eyes.

“… “Did I lose?”

“Yes.”

He blinked quietly. The eyes that were tightly closed and then opened were the same blue-gray color as Isla.

The emotion in those eyes was not one of surprise.

“Did everyone fight well?”

“… Yes.”

He put everything aside and was relaxed. Perhaps because he knew he would die soon, he lay on the floor with his back broken.

“Thank god. “It’ll be okay for a while.”

It was an attitude that reminded me of Isla. I looked at him quietly in front of him.

A dying group of shapeshifters. Also, a snow leopard shapeshifter.

It was definitely something I did, but it felt oddly bad. There was no need to ask why.

A hand quietly grabs my cloak from behind me. A hand that you did without knowing, but there is no way to take it back even after you realize it.

These are white and pretty hands. His hands were called from being accustomed to certain repetitive tasks.

It was Isla’s hand her her her her. I felt Isla’s presence and looked down at her man.

“… Who ordered it?”

“You probably know everything.”

“I have two things to point out.”

“Three clans.”

I knew it. While thinking, I quietly looked at the bow in my hand

It was a bow made of light.

[Morning sun]

[“Every morning, when the sun rose, the hunter gathered the light and used it as an arrow.”

-Part of an oral legend handed down in the North about the hunter who shot the sun.

This bow is a magical bow inspired by a certain folk tale. When the arrow is pulled, light emerges on the spot, and the arrow created in this way has substance and cuts the prey into pieces. This bow, shining as blue as the northern sunlight, is a luxury item for those who are qualified.]

[Forms a magical arrow of light when attacking.

Arrows of light fly in a straight line and have a longer range than existing arrows, but they cannot use skills based on howling.

Any shooting action is considered a magical attack and adds 2 points to attack and damage rolls.]

Anyone could see that it was an outstanding item. A bow that matches the appearance of being made of light.

First of all, it wasn’t something I would use. I lowered my bow and made eye contact with the man who was staring at me.

“It wasn’t given to me by my family. Write it.”

“Can I give it to someone?”

“Of course. How can the loser claim his rights?”

A hunter who coughs up blood while leaning on it while laughing heartily. Before I knew it, his eyes were not on me, but on Isla behind me.

“I want to ask you something.”

“Do it.”

“Do you know Isla?”

“I know.”

And the hunter closes his mouth. His expression had a hint of whether he should ask directly

It may be so, but I deliberately reached back and held Isla’s hand hers.

“You seem uncomfortable. “I just thought I didn’t have to hear it myself.”

Isla felt guilty and uncomfortable with her presence.

From the reaction they had when they first appeared to the reaction they have now.

I trusted her because she didn’t leave her place even though she was worried that she might think I had betrayed her.

But I couldn’t ask because I believed it.

So I chose this method. The hunter seemed to notice that too. He smiled at first glance and said.

“You found the right groom.”

I feel like I have been recognized for something. As I scratched my head shyly, he lowered his eyes with a smile on his face.

“We are hunters. In the North… A wanderer who stays at the edge of a tribal union.”

When I remained silent, he began to remember.

“You may call us shapeshifters. At least we considered ourselves hunters. “It was like that for a long time.”

He smiled as he remembered.

“It was like that until the empire came in. We had no choice.”

He said so.

From then on, there were only two choices left for them.

“Do you swear allegiance to the three clans that reached out at the right time and take refuge in them, or do you run away?”

“Then…”

After that, I knew it without having to listen.

Isla chose to escape and came to the New World where there was no surveillance from the Empire. Could it be that the monster treatment she experienced along her way made her think of herself as a monster?

She thought so, but it was a little different than expected.

“The tribe was divided into a small number of people who fled and a large number of people who returned. And… Selma was the leader of the Conversion Sect.”

Selma. He said as soon as he heard the unfamiliar name.

“He is Isla’s twin sister.”

“Of Isla?”

The man didn’t answer. I opened my mouth, wondering if it would happen.

“Then Isla is a member of the escape group… ” .”

“No, there was no leader of the escape faction. “There were so few in number that each one ran away.”

I closed my eyes at the next words.

I had no choice but to shut up.

“They all died. Selma killed it. Something about her from her her her her her three clans had changed her, and she needed ‘the tribesmen of our purest days.'”

Selma, Isla’s twin sister and current chieftain. I widened my eyes at the evil deeds committed by someone with an unfamiliar name.

“Selma is looking for you. Isla.”

The man said as he lost his breath.

“I will come find you.”

*

The ‘subjugation of Llewelyn’ ended in vain.

I couldn’t praise it as a victory, but I also felt somewhat relieved.

I was able to completely erase the worries I had been harboring in my heart, and I had a sense of how to conduct myself in the future.

But separately, questions also increased. It was natural that the work to be done increased.

Collection of blue minerals related to teleporters.

Decisions on how to treat people in the underground city.

But one more thing arose there.

Unlike other things, it is something that cannot be postponed and that one does not want to postpone.

“It’s my younger brother.”

It was right after I left the place. The way back to the pantheon.

Isla spoke from behind me. Her tail was drooping and skimming the ground.

She was soothing her anxiety by fiddling with the bow of light I gave her.

“If it’s your younger brother… Is he your real brother?”

“Yes.”

Lorian asks, and Isla answers. Lorian was exhausted and dragged his beheading sword across the floor, but he tried to walk steadily.

“They said it was my twin brother.”

“… “They’re twins.”

A mourner who receives meaningful words.

He lowered his eyes full of regret.

Does it have something to do with twins?

I remember hearing that they had children, but I never heard that they were twins.

Is there some other reason?

As she thought about it, Isla finally gathered up her courage.

“He was the best hunter in the tribe.”

“And you?”

“Second. The bow was the best… “My younger brother was good at using bows, axes, and spears.”

Is he an all-rounder near and far? There were a few builds that came to mind.

Usually, both become ambiguous, but this isn’t a game.

It’s not straightforward like a game, and there will be differences in individual talent and utilization.

I walked toward the pantheon while vaguely picturing in my mind a being called Selma.

I was tired. Mentally. But it’s too early to rest, and I’m mentally tired. There are many ways to overcome it.

I paid attention to what Isla said.

“I thought we had to live on our own.”

“What about your younger brother?”

“I thought I should at least borrow the power of a monster. Because we were monsters to the empire too.”

“Big.”

Does it mean that the listening monster is uncomfortable? Lorian cleared his throat, but Isla didn’t care.

No, it would be fair to say she didn’t care.

Isla had been unable to erase her younger brother from her mind.

“Don’t you know anything?”

“Well… First of all, it was not something that was done by blood relatives. No, I don’t know. Just like Hertol… “Someone might have been manipulated.”

Lorian knew absolutely nothing. This pretty trash.

“Probably a shapeshifter. If Isla’s tribe were all shapeshifters, the shapeshifters would have been interested. “I don’t know exactly what happened.”

When I glared at him, Lorian barely managed to come up with something. She swept down her prosthetic hand

The dark red prosthetic hand played its role even in that rough fight.

It was an item that clearly demonstrated the clan’s skills. The dungeon is like that, and that prosthetic hand is like that.

The three clans were the best when it came to technology.

Maybe that’s why I was able to accept the ‘change in Selma’ that the hunter leader had mentioned.

Maybe it’s because we haven’t met in person, but I guess I can roughly guess what happened.

“I will definitely come.”

The term ‘monster’, which was used as an excuse by the empire, has now become real.

Baptism of three clans… Should I say that?

A monster that grows by finding and eating former tribe members who did not receive such benefits.

Now the monster was targeting Isla. The problem is that we don’t know exactly what we intend to do or what we can do.

Advice was needed. It won’t come right away, but it won’t be strange if it comes anytime.

And if you were to ask for advice about the three clans, there were different people who were most suitable.

I’m not sure if I can call it a person.

As we entered the pantheon, it was rare to even see people on the falling night.

The sentry was set up in name only, and even that was more like standing there out of habit due to lack of sleep at night. Even when the sentry saw us passing by, he just nodded without showing any sign.

“What are you going to do?”

“Wait. “My legs were sore after running and walking all day.”

The old and tired mourner headed to his tent, and I, accompanied only by Isla and Lorian, climbed into the elevator and walked to the teleporter.

It only took a moment to activate the teleporter and move. I allowed a certain qualification given only to me or to beings friendly to me to traverse the space.

Something I can make mine if I get the blue minerals in the underground city.

I wonder what I should do about that while I’m in the city.

I’ll ask first, then let the person rest, then I’ll do the rest.

I was about to think so.

We were somewhere else than a warehouse.

It was a space I was getting used to.

A place with a typical laboratory atmosphere, with subtle order despite the chaos.

“Ah, are you here?”

There we saw a little girl soaking in the bathtub.

“Looking at it, the subjugation must have failed. That’s a good thing. “I commend you.”

A girl who stretches out her legs and drips water, and does not hide her exposed naked body without any sign of shame.

A b*tch with jade-colored hair, horns, and a long jade-colored scaled tail fluttering.

I looked blankly at Ortemilia, who was enjoying a half-body bath, and then slowly turned my head.

Not to Isla, who looks embarrassed, but to Lorian, who looks at the alchemist calmly.

When our eyes met, Lorian blinked and tilted his head, and I felt a question that I couldn’t suppress come out of my mouth.

“Don’t you have any shame?”

And these shameless monsters did not understand what I said.

I gave up explaining and sighing.