I Became the Wrong Race

95 – Twins (2)

“… Anyway.”

“Are you changing your mind? “It’s cute.”

I pretended not to hear, but Selma didn’t seem to want to.

It’s disturbing because it looks just like Isla.

“That’s okay. “If you want to talk, say it now.”

“It’s too urgent. “I’m going to tell you anyway, so you can take your time.”

Selma laughed. One thing that makes her different from Isla is that she has a bright smile.

I tried not to give this Selma her lead. After all, even though she looked exactly like Isla, this b*tch was a villain.

A wicked person who kills and eats people, and even pulls people and throws them at me without any hesitation when fighting with me.

A being who doesn’t even hesitate to harm those who have no power.

If it were a game, I might have accepted it as a companion, but since the world became too detailed to be a game, that performance-based way of thinking was abandoned.

“Is there anything you want?”

So, I took Selma’s procrastination as having a different intention.

“Huh. Will you listen?”

“It will vary depending on the content.”

“Hmm, I would advise you not to grant such a request.”

“It’s okay, I won’t ask you for an unreasonable request.”

Although the Black Knight showed signs of missing screws, he was an expert.

They had a lot of experience not only with torture but also with fighting enemies who betrayed humanity, such as warlocks.

They probably think of Selma as such. In reality, it’s not much different.

But.

“It’s okay. If this bastard plans something, you will help him, but even if he doesn’t, we will continue to be on guard.”

“… Ah, you trust me! Of course! “I will do my best not to disturb you.”

The black knight bows politely. I smiled and looked at Selma.

“What do you want?”

“Shall we go out first?”

Selma smiled, ruffling her long hair.

“I want to take a walk.”

I thought to myself that I was very dog-like.

*

“… Ah.”

As soon as we left, it was Isla who welcomed us.

It appears that he had been waiting to come out for quite some time, as traces of his feet and his being anxiously dragged were left on the dirt floor.

How on earth could this b*tch, Selma, have done such a heinous thing to such a beautiful sister?

I, who had lived my whole life as a merciful, kind, and just person under a kind and wonderful older sister, could not understand.

It was a situation that made me sigh.

“What happened?”

Isla spoke to me with a nervous look, wondering how she was taking my sigh.

“Nothing yet. “It’s just the beginning.”

It was Selma who answered. Even the voices were so similar that when I closed my eyes, I could hear them as two Islas.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

And as an authority on ‘expressionless cool beauty snow leopard’, I could see the conflicting emotions of the two.

Selma was expecting something, and Isla was worried.

It was obvious what it was at first glance. It was clear that the two were thinking about completely different things.

“So, since I went for a walk, now…”

“Let’s take a walk. “My sister too.”

“Me too…” ?”

Isla quickly nodded her head. In such a situation, I couldn’t break Isla’s will and oppress Selma.

Above all, it wasn’t a bad idea to spend time with Isla.

I sighed and walked with my shoulders slumped, Selma behind me, and Isla walking back and forth between me and Selma.

It was obvious what he was thinking.

Since Selma has already said that she wants to steal me, she is probably wary of me hitting her tail her, but she is also stepping on her eyes her her eyes her.

As expected, Selma spilled some disturbing words, depending on what you heard.

“What do you think, sister?”

Eyes are directed at me. Selma and Isla clearly understood each other’s unique, short, expressionless style of expression.

Selma seemed to be asking what kind of person I was to Isla.

“Groom.”

Answer immediately without hesitation. It was a story that made me feel ashamed to hear it, but it wasn’t important to Selma and Isla.

“Do you still want to take it?”

Isla asked seriously.

I guess I thought that once I got beat up, that desire wouldn’t go away.

Selma laughed. It was a sinister smile.

“Yes.”

“… Ah.”

Isla’s expression changed. To the average person, the change may be almost invisible, but it is visible to me.

First, the tail her her sank and fell helplessly on the floor.

The ears of her hang down on the top of the head of her, and the light in the eyes of her fades away.

That was a disappointed expression. Isla lowers her eyes and looks at me.

It was my turn to step forward.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like b*tches.”

There are bound to be a lot of guys who are suspiciously loved by b*tches and have b*tches in their hearts, but at least it wasn’t me.

You could say it’s thanks to my childhood.

I have lived my whole life with my older sister, who is the best in the world and she would be rightly called a saint if she was capable enough.

That’s my taste, so I’ve always been a good person. I wasn’t particularly attracted to bad guys, but rather was turned off.

The reason Selma often catches my eye is because she looks exactly like Isla, not because I have a crush on Selma herself.

If Isla wasn’t by my side, I would have already killed her.

“Even though I like Isla, she’s not attracted to b*tches that look the same.”

“Are you okay. That way there is a taste of taking it away.”

Didn’t you understand that there was no possibility?

When I made a somewhat disgruntled expression, silence fell.

Isla was relieved by what I said, but her reaction was as if she was wondering why her sister was like that, and Selma looked at her sister and me in turned and smiled.

“Shall we continue the walk?”

“… Yes.”

Now Isla stayed by Selma’s side her her her, not by her side her her her. She knew there was no need to protect me.

When I asked her to take care of my younger sister instead, I could say that although she wasn’t at the level of my older sister, she was a great sister.

In terms of rank, I would say she is a grand master level sister.

It may not be possible to be a Challenger level sister, but that can’t be helped since that position is only for one person.

I walked while thinking about things that were important but didn’t need to be done right away.

“I guess they brought it from the city.”

“Yeah, it was easy to get you because you were such a mess.”

The place we were walking through felt like some kind of underground cave.

However, it was not inconvenient to walk on a well-maintained road, and it was not dangerous as there was light everywhere.

Rather than the gloomy atmosphere unique to caves, I would say it feels the wonder and comfort unique to Mother Nature.

It was actually quite comfortable. There was a little chance of meeting the enemy here.

This was the new coordinates found in the teleportation room that the alchemist himself named ‘Transfer Room’, and the name of the coordinates was Sanctuary.

I looked at the blue lake that filled the center of the cave.

When I got it and checked it myself, it was a peaceful lake full of safe creatures that would live in fresh water.

Also, there is a hot spring gushing out not far from here, so it is worthy of the name of a sanctuary.

Since the space was large, I gave some of this space to the mixed-blood vampires.

Some of them waved at me while they were fishing. It had been a while since they learned from Melody, a former sailor, and they seemed to have caught quite a lot of fish.

Not far away, there was a farm growing mushrooms, and as soon as we arrived at this transition point, we found a huge tower where Orthemilia lives and continues her research.

There was no place like this to house an unspecified number of people.

As I was walking along the well-paved path of the cave, I kicked a rolling stone at my feet and it fell into the lake.

At first glance, I saw a few carp-like things beneath the rippled lake. They lived on things like seaweed that grew at the bottom of the lake.

The taste was just so-so.

“It looks like a good place to live. “Is it okay to put a prison in a place like this?”

“There’s nothing you can’t do as long as you have anti-horse shackles. “Now you are weaker than those people.”

There were vampires in the direction my finger pointed.

To be exact, they were people who should be called mixed-blood vampires, and unlike before, they were firing spears and fighting with a clearly bright complexion.

And what is in front of them.

“… Hmm? Ah, Llewelyn!”

It was Lorian, wearing a pure white sleeveless dress, who was in the middle of teaching mixed-blood refugees how to use weapons.

She approached with a brisk step.

“You even brought a prisoner with you. How did the conversation go well?”

“So so. “I took him out by yelling that he wouldn’t talk to me if I didn’t go for a walk.”

“That’s harsh.”

Despite the words themselves, there was no sign of blame. On the contrary, Selma seemed quite sweet.

“Then do you think those people will also act as my jailers?”

“Right. Although I couldn’t evolve most of them into vampires due to my lack of blood… “It will be enough to subdue you in an emergency.”

Mixed blood vampires are cursed beings.

It was a general perception, but there was a secret.

Lorian said that a cross-blooded vampire can become a vampire if he or she receives blood from a higher vampire.

Of course, they maintain the gender they had when mixed blood, and unlike their blood relatives, their potential is not very great.

At least it was better in that I didn’t have to worry about dying in the sun or being swayed by madness at any time.

I was very fortunate that I didn’t just suffer a loss by taking in those people who had nowhere to go. Then those people would have noticed and couldn’t have lived properly.

Because I knew what it was like to live like a burden, I was able to understand them. I could also understand that there were many people waving at me.

“Then what about you?”

“Hmm?”

As I was thinking about it, Selma spoke to Lorian.

Is Lorian also a jailer or a judge? As I was thinking, Selma’s eyes turned to Lorian and then to me.

Lorian was close to me.

Ah, now that I think about it, it’s close again, you bastard.

As I was thinking about pushing it away, I heard a voice.

“Are you a concubine?”

I was shocked as I tried to push it away.

My brain froze for a moment at the unexpected question.

The words continue without even a moment to stop him or ask him what he’s talking about.

“I haven’t been in the clan for long, but it seems like they take that seriously for your betrayal.”

When I even brought up a story that was accepted as orthodoxy in the clan, I noticed Lorian’s attention.

Can I stop the angry Lorian from pulling out and swinging his sword?

If the attack was directed at me, I could have blocked it with ‘ghost-possessed intuition’, but this did not apply to a surprise attack directed at others.

So I looked at Lorian on guard.

“Well, that’s right. “I am Llewelyn’s mistress.”

My expression hardened when I saw Lorian speaking confidently.

No, if you are a concubine, you are a concubine. What is a mistress?

“Hey.”

“Ah, are you surprised because you’re not embarrassed?”

Heh, Lorian laughs. She said as she placed her hands on her waist.

“I thought about it carefully and realized it while listening to Ortemilia.”

Lorian places one of her hands on her waist and raises one hand. She said, flicking her prosthetic hand

“If I become Llewelyn’s concubine, it will definitely be for the true revival of the bloodline… There is no need to be ashamed.”

It was a sound that hurt my bones.

“Rather, you should be proud. “Achievements and greatness are not something that should be hidden, but rather revealed, so I decided to accept my position proudly and with honor.”

Lorian proudly spreads out her chest with a generous smile.

I pursed my lips a few times and then sighed.

It was already my third sigh today. My head hurt. I massaged my temples, gently pushed Lorian’s face away from him as he tried to get closer, and walked away.

“We’ll continue this conversation later!”

I tried my best to ignore the bold voice moving away and walked.

I ignored Isla, who was following me, saying, ‘It’s okay if you’re a concubine.’ I just walked on.

Only when I felt that I had sufficiently distanced myself from Lorian and other people did I open my mouth.

“I guess this is enough of an excuse.”

“Did you notice?”

Selma wanted to go for a walk. With my older sister.

Actually, if you think about it, it was a bit of a strange request. It was easy to see that it wasn’t just about wanting to walk with me or with Isla.

Rather, I took it to mean that I should get away from here and go somewhere where no one would listen. It was close to being overlooked.

Fortunately, it seemed to be the correct answer. I glanced at Isla, and Isla looked at my sister with a serious expression.

Selma spoke in that gaze.

“Just hearing about ‘mother’ is dangerous. “It’s similar to getting sick.”

Is it a contagious mental effect? Then why did I want my sister to be with me?

“I guess Isla has heard of it too.”

“Yes, everyone in the tribe refused to join the three clans and left.”

Was it like that? I looked at Isla for a moment and then at Selma, and Selma smiled distantly from a few steps away.

The fact that the Dark Knights who could be together came all this way seemed to mean that the Dark Knights could also be infected.

In other words, it is not magic.

A power that may not have existed in games.

A completely unknown power, just like the source of the mourner’s power.

Just thinking about the loss of life gained at level 20 as a mourner was like that, so I rubbed my temples.

“Did you say that the b*tch called Mother doesn’t want anything?”

“It is unclear whether she is really a woman or a person… That’s right.”

A being that grants free power without any desire, and powerful power at that.

As expected, I felt closer to the devil than to God. It is not the typical devil who receives compensation, but rather the kind of devil who causes chaos in the world through it.

It was close to the behavior of cubs who would often appear as demons in games.

If there was only one thing such a being could say it wanted.

It was me.

What on earth do you want?

My first question was to answer that question.

“Netel, what is your goal, mother? Why on earth did you want me?”

Even if an animal lacks rationality, there is a reason for its actions.

When their territory is invaded, they begin to attack and starve to hunt humans.

After tasting humans, they continue hunting, considering them as food that can be easily caught.

Even man-eating beasts that seemed irrational at first glance had reasons like this.

But I couldn’t see anything like that in the person called ‘mother’.

No matter how much I think and think, is there any way I can find out?

The only way to know the answer is to ask someone close to such a being.

I made eye contact with Selma.

She slowly opened her mouth and spoke amidst slight fear, anxiety, and complex emotions.

“You are a vessel.”

Selma’s hands rise up from the chains that bound her and turn towards me.

The words that followed the clanking sound were very clear, unlike the words spoken just before.

“A vessel for my mother to be born on this earth.”