I Became the Wrong Race

86 – Predation on Kin (7)

Once upon a time, a wise man who lived on Earth said.

It is said that the winner is decided even before negotiations begin.

And power is the most important element in negotiations.

Of course, the wise man was an orphan of three children living in Korea.

However, even though he was an orphan, he was a man loved by everyone for his brilliant mind, polite attitude, and great benevolence that made him well-liked.

We can easily see that that statement is true. No matter what kind of person the opponent is, if you put great power first, you can easily negotiate.

So my decision was not wrong.

The opponent is Isla’s twin.

But at the same time, he is a shapeshifter and a hunter newly accepted into the three clans.

He is a hunter who may be superior to Isla, and it is unknown what kind of power he possesses.

Such a being greeted me. I don’t even know what the purpose is.

Since they didn’t attack right away, I could tell that they wanted to talk.

So what should we do?

This is where the wise man’s maxim comes to mind.

It is said that the winner is decided before negotiations even begin, and that force is the best negotiation tool.

That’s why the popping sound rang out.

Did you say Selma? That’s why the body of the hunter, presumed to be Isla’s twin brother, flew up.

If there is anything else.

[Repeated memorial]

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 120 seconds]

Repeated commemoration that is triggered even before the remaining mourning time is shortened by one second.

And it was a dagger stuck in the leg that had been stretched out and kicked in the face.

It wasn’t something I just plugged in roughly. It wasn’t something I threw and stuck.

The sense gained by reaching 3 proficiency bonus points said. This is a dagger inserted at the moment of being struck.

While blood was pouring and Lorian and Isla were panicking side by side.

I saw Selma turn in the air and land on the floor.

“It stings.”

A dry voice. When the broken nose is adjusted with a popping sound, it regenerates quickly.

The kind of regenerative power that Isla couldn’t get her hands on. It is a regenerative power that can be compared to a homunculus like me.

I stepped on the floor, pulling out the dagger stuck in my ankle.

It is a strong enemy. I figured it out now.

There was no time to save.

The blood that surrounds the heart and swirls around is spurted out of the body.

First, it wraps around the hands and feet, then covers the neck, which can be considered a vital area, and gradually increases the amount of discharge to cover the body.

I spoke to Lorian with utmost caution.

“Find Ortemilia. I make time. After that…”

“It’s okay.”

A voice that sounds familiar but somehow unfamiliar.

Not Isla’s. Isla was still shocked.

As she rolled her eyes, she saw a woman standing at a distance from her.

She was a woman who looked surprisingly similar to Isla, only wearing a thin shirt and leather pants.

So there was resistance when I kicked it. She could barely suppress it thanks to the power of mourning.

If we fight sincerely, can we not care? My arms are bent inward, and it’s my nature not to be harsh to people who like me, right?

I didn’t know. To make matters worse, there aren’t even any weapons.

My hands and feet themselves are like weapons. Still…

“You know.”

My thoughts stop when I hear a voice. In the direction she looked, she saw a woman with her posture lowered, almost clinging to the floor.

The wide-open eyes of hers, as if began, gradually narrowed. As she raises her body, her expression returns to an expressionless expression similar to that of Isla.

But there was no difference. This woman, who said to be Selma and Isla’s twin, had a cruelty that Isla did not have.

“Are you serving her mother too?”

The woman laughed.

It was a bright smile, different from Isla’s. An expression that somehow feels cruel.

The woman said with that expression.

“Shall I say it in words?”

*

“I’m sorry. Because of me…”

“It’s not because of you, so don’t worry.”

Ortemilia was fine.

Although there was a sword stuck to her her neck her her her, her her necromancer her her her her, Orthemilia, had a tough time with her her life her force her her.

She knew it well because she had already gone through the ‘orthemilia process’.

So, having a knife stuck in her neck won’t kill her. You could say it’s a different kind of regenerative ability than mine.

It was different from me, where my regenerative power decreases when a knife is inserted into my neck.

Although its combat power was at a negligible level compared to its high name.

I realized something while kicking a little while ago. Selma was a more skilled hunter than Isla and was strong enough to trade with me.

If she had intended to kill Orthemilia, she would have died long ago.

In that sense, fortunately, Ortemilia was quite fine.

I don’t know if it was because it was useful or if there was some other purpose.

I was able to hear Selma’s demands on her only after I got Ortemilia back and handed it over to Lorian.

“I want to talk alone.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“You know.”

Selma, Isla’s twin sister, spoke the same way as Isla.

A type of condensation that contains only the key points and is condensed to the point where you can find the answer if you think about it for a moment.

I don’t know if Isla influenced Selma or the other way around, but since she had been with Isla for about a month, I had no trouble understanding what she said.

If I refuse, we’ll have to fight until we both fall apart.

And I wanted to avoid that. At least for now.

There were no weapons, no armor, and didn’t the leader of the punitive force say that Selma would come looking for Isla?

I probably didn’t mean to come here with a good meaning. Then there would have been no reason to warn.

So the fight was premature. At least now wasn’t the time.

Even the woman in front of her knew something I didn’t know. If you’re going to fight, it’s not bad even if you get all the information right away.

“I wish Isla would be there.”

“Her sister she is okay.”

Selma didn’t seem to care about bringing Isla with her, as it seemed like she would be done with bringing in Lorian or anyone else.

So I did that.

I left the lab and went down to the basement.

It was right for us to move it, at least to give the alchemist time to pack his things and move them to the pantheon.

And the basement of the tavern was already a place with deep connections.

A space filled with the faint smell of green grape drugs and alcohol made from green grapes.

The basement, which had already been devastated by my leap, had long ago returned to its previous appearance with new plywood and flooring.

There, I faced Selma with Isla sitting next to her.

“Name?”

That was the first thing Selma said.

It’s a name. Are you really trying to become friends?

I was conflicted for a moment and then opened my mouth.

“Llewelyn.”

“Llewelyn. “It’s a name I’ve heard of.”

My subjugation was the day before. The punitive force consisted of tribe members under her command, and I won by killing most of them and their leader.

Won’t they try to retaliate? I immediately denied the thought that occurred to me.

Even if they were old tribe members, they went out of their way to find and kill them one by one. There is no way such a thought exists.

Sure enough, it was true.

“I told them to subjugate me, but I failed.”

“Are you going to keep trying?”

“No. “I passed the test anyway.”

Test.

It was short and there was only context, but I was still able to understand what it meant.

It must mean that the act itself was a test for my tribe.

It would not be strange to say that a punitive force was formed to find out whether the newly brought in forces were loyal.

It was a new human resource that was okay with dying, and I was just guessing, but the key seemed to be the woman in front of me.

I didn’t know it when I first met her, but there was something strangely familiar about her whole body.

There was no need to try to recall when and where I felt the power.

That was the power that I could feel flowing through my body when I used Mortality and when the repeated memories accumulated too much.

That fact alone confirmed several hypotheses.

Selma is loved by a being called ‘mother’.

Repeated remembrance and mortality are said to be abilities related to ‘mother’.

She probably has similar powers.

“So, why did you want to be alone?”

In response to my question, Selma picked up a bottle that was piled up in the basement of her tavern.

Inside the bottle, alcohol made from the flesh of green grapes was sloshing.

A wine that shines and sinks as the light swirls when shaken.

She nudged the cork that held her lid open with her clawed thumb and pulled it open.

“This is delicious.”

And take a sip. The liquid that flowed down her open front door wetted her cleavage, but she didn’t seem to care.

They looked like three clans.

It was when I was trying to find an answer.

“Let me ask you something.”

Selma put the wine down on the table and said.

“Is it your sister’s?”

“Selma, you.”

“Sister, be quiet.”

Isla was visibly anxious. It was cute to see what I was thinking.

The intention was obvious. If she says no, won’t she tell me to be hers instead of her sister?

It’s obvious. I crossed my arms and lifted my chin.

“Then what?”

“Ah.”

Ah?

Those aren’t what Selma said. When she turned her head, Isla was looking very sad.

It seems as if something has been taken from her.

Uh, what is it? Was it just me who thought that? Did you think I was the only one having a fling?

The confusion did not last long.

“Really?”

Selma said. When she turned her head, she had a face just like Isla’s.

Selma licks her lips and smiles.

“Good.”

“It went well… ?”

Isn’t this what I expected?

Was he just purely worried about his family?

Faster than I thought, Selma leaned over.

“It would be worth taking it from.”

Only then did I understand Isla’s expression her her her her. It was like she was really wary of being taken away.

In addition, things she didn’t say came to mind at random.

Probably what Isla and Selma experienced during their childhood.

Selma arbitrarily takes away Isla’s beloved items of hers.

Isla sheds tears and Selma smiles sinisterly.

Just thinking about that strengthened my will. The tearful little Isla regenerated inside her brain and she was kind of cute.

This too must be the influence of ‘mother’. At least I’m not a pervert who thinks a crying child is cute.

“Do I look like such an easy guy?”

“Yes.”

“…”

If you say it so firmly, I have nothing more to say.

I held Isla’s hand to show my firm will.

My first co-worker, who has noticeably reduced her talkativeness since meeting Selma.

A woman who was willing to risk her life for me and who said she would continue to like me.

Isla flicked her tail as I held her hand. I even felt the tail wrapping around my arm her her, moving almost instinctively

Isla still believed in me. I was like that too.

“I belong to Isla, and I have no intention of losing it to you. Even though her face is the same, it’s Isla that I like.”

But even with my confident declaration, Selma’s momentum does not break.

“… “I really wanted to take it away.”

I even thought it was counterproductive.

Selma even makes an expression that seems wet with pleasure.

I opened my mouth in disgust.

“It’s my turn. What do you know about ‘mother’?”

“… I haven’t answered yet. “I’ll listen anyway.”

It was a strange word.

I feel like the reason I wanted to be alone was not because ‘he wanted to steal me.’

Rather, it seems to be related to ‘mother’.

I quietly glared at her, and Selma laughed heartily as she caught my gaze.

“My mother has many names.”

Selma then carefully recited the name I knew.

“A hungry beast.”

The first thing that came out was the name used by the Frost Stalker tribe. The name that Isla and Selma originally knew.

“The Emperor’s Shadow.”

What followed was an affirmation of the reason why the older sister escaped to the New World after being accused of being a traitor.

These were words without any surprises. However, the emptiness in the words prevented me from urging myself to get to the point.

As expected, she smiled and said words that could not be heard.

“Providence.”

Providence. A religious expression commonly used to refer to the laws of the world.

In addition, this is why warlocks are originally called the quest school.

They were wizards who explored and uncovered providence.

She smiled as if she sensed that I understood.

“Netel.”

She didn’t open her mouth after those words.

All I remembered was the time I saw Grimm Darker on a store page one day.

To be exact, a line written in the game introduction.

[Join the adventure taking place in Netel, a dark fantasy world!]

It was a name that meant this world.