I Became the Wrong Race

97 – Twins (4)

“He is a man.”

I didn’t think much of anything until then.

I just stood there and thought that this whole situation was extremely unrealistic.

I felt dizzy.

I felt bad.

It was difficult to even guess the reason.

Is it because the person who spoke to him looked so horrible, or is it because Isla looked so sad and shocked?

Either that or… I don’t know if it’s the fact that I was able to become that way.

The first thought that came to mind was that I felt very bad.

What’s absurd is that I might feel bad because it could happen to me.

The very thought of caring about my well-being, even though it was reasonable, was instilling in me a faint sense of guilt.

I guess I’m not that emotional of a person.

I looked at the tree that now had no trace of its former self, let alone a word.

The tree that was once a person was still pulsating under my gaze.

“Are you listening?”

“… Uh, continue.”

“Really? “My complexion is not good.”

The only person who could judge this with certainty was Ortemilia.

The best magic expert I know. She called me to investigate and she was paying attention to me.

There was faint worry beneath the dragon’s golden eyes.

“Since when did you care so much?”

It was only after spitting out the words that I realized they were sharp. I thought it was a mistake, but Ortemilia didn’t even give me a chance to apologize for my mistake.

“You’re nervous. The facial expression is not good either. It’s true that it’s a worthy sight, but it just doesn’t feel that way.”

Ortemilia’s eyes turned to me. I felt that gaze stinging, so I turned my head towards her without realizing it.

They say that thieves are always numb.

“What happened?”

“…”

To be honest, I hesitated. I thought he would listen well if I consulted him, but it’s a difficult problem to deal with alone while complaining.

“You are my masterpiece. It’s proof that I’ve succeeded, and it’s why I believe I can survive even if I’m not part of the clan. So, I hope you tell me, at least for my own sake.”

It was easy to see that the statement itself was a lie.

Ortemilia put some obvious lies in her mouth to make it easier for me to speak.

So eventually I opened my mouth, and she listened to me for a while and examined the tree.

Poke the area covered with white bone with a small finger, and press the texture of muscle and flesh with something like a small stick.

The tree barely responded to external stimuli.

“Mother. I knew this was the prisoner because I heard about it when I first arrived, but I never thought something like this was possible…”

Ortemilia looked at the tree with a bitter expression and then turned her gaze to me.

“First of all, I don’t have to worry about something like this happening to you. “If you’re worried, there’s no need to worry.”

“No, I…”

“I guess just thinking about that is emotionally painful, right?”

Orthemilia nodded, straightened her back, and sighed.

“What an extravagant bastard.” Normally, I wouldn’t even have time to feel ashamed.”

With the appearance of a girl who was two heads taller than me, Ortemilia revealed her necromancer side for the first time in her life.

“I made you. “You are the essence of my skills, a masterpiece.”

It wasn’t a compliment on her lips. She was actually saying that her own skills were excellent.

However, she did not just tell this story to praise herself.

“I first created you as a vessel to represent ‘Father.’ Of all the test subjects, you had the highest reproducibility. That’s why it remained in my memory.”

The test subject with the highest reproducibility.

However, this masterpiece was stolen and hidden. Ortemilia stared at me with all sorts of emotions.

“Originally, you would be educated as a candidate for your father… He would have been pampered by the three clans and mobilized for an experiment to recreate his father. If it had been successful, you would have already been designated as the father and ascended to the throne of the three clans.”

A future I never got to see. When I made eye contact with Orthemilia, she smiled slightly.

“But now it’s like this. “I think even your actions are interesting.”

“… “It’s fun?”

Ortemilia nodded her head. Her jade tail she moved left and right and wrapped around my finger

“After all, aren’t you following the path of the ‘Father’? Exceeded even my expectations… “He is achieving my goal in his own way.”

All three clans hope for their father’s reinstatement. At least that’s the case for those who can purely be called the three clans.

She was like that too.

“You could say it was fate.”

Fate. Only then did I realize why she said that.

She said It was telling me that fate was protecting me and that I would be okay until I achieved my destiny.

She was a comfort that was out of reach for me, who does not believe in fate, but the fact that someone as crazy as she was comforting me was comforting.

Also, I thought I looked that serious.

If I’m like this, what about Isla? I’ll have to go and see.

As I was thinking, Ortemilia’s hand tapped my cheek and fell.

Because I lifted it on tiptoe, it lost its shape, but I couldn’t care about that.

“How are you feeling better?”

“To be honest, a little bit.”

“Then are you ready to hear the results of the second investigation?”

Ortemilia erased her smile and sighed.

“That thing is still alive.”

I shook my shoulder at those words.

It didn’t occur to me that he might still be alive.

The tree is still pulsating, and the heart-like fruit is still writhing and sending blood throughout the tree.

Because it was easier to think of it as dead. Perhaps because my expression she darkened, Orthemilia tapped my stomach with her tail.

“But there is a high possibility that it doesn’t even know that it is alive.”

“… What do you mean?”

“It means there is no consciousness. “There is no response to external stimuli.”

Her electricity surged from Ortemilia’s raised index finger.

Since it is a living thing, it has no choice but to show some kind of reaction when it touches that area.

This is true even if it is close to a plant. Since Orthemilia was an excellent mage, any internal reaction she showed to external stimuli was bound to be discovered.

So this is how I heard Ortemilia’s words

It’s alive, but it’s also dead at the same time.

To be more precise, like Ortemilia.

“The body is alive, but the soul is dead.”

My gaze turned to Ortemilia, and Ortemilia let out her sigh.

“That can’t be called Selma anymore. “It would be closer to mercy to kill him.”

I pondered those words in my mind.

Trying to ignore the future I might have reached.

*

After leaving the cave and returning to the nest’s transfer room.

Before I knew it, I was in the darkness after the sun had set.

It was a quiet time starting from the transfer room, perhaps because everyone was sleeping.

The training room higher up was also quiet, and even when I slowly craned my head to look outside, the campground set up at the Pantheon was just surrounded by silence with a bonfire burning quietly.

I slowly climbed the stairs from the transfer room.

It was already a garden.

While it was still quiet, only a little warmth and light filled the surroundings.

I opened the door and entered my room, where I had already tried to sleep several times.

My room was bigger than the other rooms.

Anyway, it was a room that was basically meant for two people, so it was natural.

A room with a starry sky above and a glass-covered ceiling below.

A room filled with furniture carved and made by the mourner himself, with a sense of openness and warmth surrounding it.

There was a table, a chair, and a bed.

It was a bed covered with the skin of game by Isla herself.

Isla was seen lying curled up on top of it.

His eyes are closed, his body is closed, and he is wrapped in leather that acts as a blanket.

I was shivering as if I was cold. I could see that something dark had shed tears under my tightly closed eyes.

I sat down on the bed looking at Isla.

The breath that was flowing while sleeping soundly in the presence of my presence becomes quiet.

The eyes slowly open, and Isla looks at me with red-rimmed eyes.

Isla looked at me silently for a long time.

“Hello.”

“… Yes, hello.”

Still, when I spoke to him, he answered. I guessed how Isla was feeling.

It was similar to what I had experienced.

When my sister first disappeared.

When I was brought into this world and didn’t know it, when I thought my sister had left me.

It will be similar to then.

I slowly took my eyes off Isla and looked at the sky.

How did I feel when my sister first disappeared?

Didn’t you want to believe that your sister was gone?

I thought he was just leaving for a while because something happened, and that he would come back soon to apologize and nag me about how I ate.

As the time gradually got longer, I realized that I would not come back.

What was it like after that?

I remember probably passing out flyers all over the place.

My friends helped me, but it only lasted for a while. Because I am a shameful person and I knew that I had to do my own work.

And then I remembered the time when I stopped doing even that.

I knew my sister wouldn’t come back.

So, when I tried to count as much as possible the traces of my sister, the traces she left behind.

When I first played Grimm Darker.

Memories of being immersed and working hard as if filling an empty space.

It was a past that did not even bring laughter. If she had done the drawing at the time of handing out flyers, would she have been able to meet her sister earlier?

What if I had chosen a different race?

If I had created a character that showed more of my traces, would I have been able to reveal that I am the younger brother without any hesitation?

There was no point in regretting it. As my thoughts deepened, I felt warmth behind my back.

“Did you come to comfort me?”

“No.”

In this situation, comfort meant nothing.

Even if I hear comfort, I don’t feel better, I just become miserable.

“I came to stay with you.”

I came to give Isla what I needed at the time.

Someone who will be with you and ease your pain.

“… “Hug me.”

Isla found out and pulled me towards her. She pulled my clothes and desperately dragged me into the blanket.

I didn’t reject her touch her. I lay down next to her as if it was natural.

The face of her was close.

A face with traces of tears. When I looked at it, it was a face that reminded me of someone who had become a tree.

If there’s anything else, is it that his face is full of sadness?

I came over to me and brushed the white hair that was buried in my chest.

I felt the softness of the hair falling from her hands and tried to understand the sadness that lay beneath Isla’s warm body.

In the end, I got it back, but when I remembered that Isla didn’t, I knew that I would never really be able to understand her.

I just placed my hand on her back and hugged her warmly.

Then Isla shook her shoulders, burying her face in my chest.

I became a place she could lean on to help her calm down.

Isla suffered in my arms her, which I willingly gave her.

Filled with regret, longing, and pain, I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.

I clung to it as if I depended on the warmth, body temperature, and her heartbeat that had become immortal and started beating again.

Until I can accept all those hurts.

All I could do was stroke her delicate spine her and stroke her her head her her her her.

I stayed quiet while acting faithfully to my role

Let her silence soothe her.

In response to the hand that hugged me, I hugged myself, receiving the body heat leaning against me and Isla’s pleasant scent while conveying my own body heat.

After being tangled up on the bed, Isla raised her head only after a long time.

Isla is still expressionless, but her eyes are full of sadness.

She was still beautiful. Before I knew it, her arms that had been wrapped around my waist her her loosened and wrapped around my neck her her her.

Her face was getting closer.

Her eyes flutter and close, and her pale but glossy lips open slightly.

It was my first time. But that fact didn’t make me hesitate.

Everyone has a first time, and it seemed to be the same for Isla.

I closed her eyes and comforted her.

I could feel Isla’s breath through her lips.

A desperate breath trying to erase the sadness. She tries to cover up her own sadness with her excitement, elation, and affection.

I pressed my lips to hers, responding to her breath, and it felt as if her her body her heat her her her was blending in with me.

Her head her her her was spinning. The sight I saw in the morning slowly fades away.

It won’t be pushed out forever or disappear forever.

Now I felt like I was the only one in the world.

When I twisted the angle of my face, the direction of my breathing changed. The feel of my lips that she has also changed.

It was worth exploring. Isla and I rubbed our lips, touched each other, and lightly crossed each other as we shared our thoughts.

It felt like an eternity, but eventually the end came. Exhaling heavily, Isla lowered her face, her saliva trailing down her legs.

As I looked at it blankly, Isla turned her red face towards me.

I could feel many things in that expression.

There were so many emotions that I couldn’t read them.

But the one at the top was clearly visible.

Isla wanted more than what she had just done.

To fill the empty space, find something suitable to fill the empty space.

I tried to forget her pain, even if just for a moment.

Just like forgetting pain through alcohol.

I willingly decided to become her, her wine, her