I Became the Wrong Race

73 – Reunion (6)

“Come in.”

They say humans are animals of adaptation.

I slowly accepted the fact that the three clans were collectively adherents of nudism.

In addition, I was getting used to walking with naked necromancers, vampires, and shapeshifters.

Of course, it wasn’t because I was terrible at adapting.

If I had to pick something that had a big impact, there would probably be two.

One is that the necromancer in front of him doesn’t really care that he is naked.

Another thing was that the body was small enough not to be overheated with sexual desires.

Even if it was just Isla, it would have been quite difficult. I walked along with the heart of Myeonggyeongjisoo.

It was the upper floor of a tavern. To be exact, it was a laboratory that seemed to be under a type of magic that denied external observation, continuing from the upper floors.

I entered the lab wondering if something like this was here.

Looking at the lab as a whole, it was like ‘three clans’.

There were reagents everywhere, and although it seemed well-organized, there was a bit of confusion mixed in.

To put it in a good way, it was like a lab. To put it in a bad way, it was a bit bustling but had a mad scientist feel.

I expressed the question that came to mind as I entered the lab.

“If it was this close, was there any reason for Hertol to be away? “Can’t we just meet?”

Then the alchemist looked back at me.

“Of course I was moved because I was chased, I wasn’t originally here.”

It seemed like the slightly grumpy appearance she showed a moment ago was a lie.

She walked confidently, puffing out her chest and licking her tail against the floor.

Something was a bit unlucky. Trying to suppress the urge to squeeze, the alchemist pushed the workbench suitable for the lab over with his arm and set it back up again.

Naturally, the books and parchment piled on top flew in all directions.

“Is she crazy?”

“It’s my lab. “Isn’t there anything to worry about?”

“You’re crazy.”

“With Malbonsae… A knowledge injection process should have been added.”

The alchemist clicked his tongue and brought a chair in front of the workbench. She even brought out her chair for me to sit on and then headed off somewhere.

“Sit down and wait.”

“What is it?”

The alchemist brought me in and said she would explain everything.

But since I was doing that without any explanation, the violence inside me was waking up again.

… No, is it true that I am violent? Thinking back a little while ago, I felt a little strange.

I feel like I’m moving by something else than my own will.

A feeling of being swayed by an impulse that cannot be denied or resisted. This is something I felt a while ago.

It was the same as what I felt when I held Melody’s wrist.

At that time, I just thought it was some kind of dark desire felt by a level 20 person with only 8 Strength.

Is there something I don’t know?

I sat down on the chair while thinking, and soon I could see the alchemist, naked, lighting a fire on the counter and placing a footrest to compensate for his short stature.

“What are you doing?”

“I am resolving the complaint you mentioned earlier.”

“Fire… 10,000?”

What did I say? To be honest, my memory was vague because I was just finding fault with something.

“Didn’t you say you couldn’t eat or rest?”

Oh, did you? As I was thinking about it, she started cooking like she was used to.

With just a snap of her fingers, the magic lit the kitchen counter.

A frying pan, apparently used for experimentation, was placed on top of the fire, and the alchemist brought a huge egg with a very serious expression and broke it on the frying pan.

As the tail swoops by, the yolk and white come out of the punctured egg and fill the frying pan.

Likewise, when I stirred it with a laboratory device, it was a strangely familiar dish that was quickly prepared.

Should I call it scrambled eggs? It was a dish I often cooked after my sister disappeared.

Eggs are expensive, but the landlady often brings them eggs.

As someone who couldn’t cook at all, it had to be a dish I was familiar with. In the opinion of such a scrambled egg expert (2nd year), the Alchemist’s scrambled eggs were excellent.

Because the eggs were huge, they did not burn even though there were a lot of them. Although it wasn’t at Isla’s level, her skills were definitely higher than mine.

“I never thought I would be treated like a guest, so this is all I have. Still, eat it gratefully.”

As I was immersed in a subtle feeling of defeat, the dish was already finished.

The alchemist jumped down from the footrest and brought me the cooked egg dish on a plate.

Even the fork neatly placed on the plate. I looked down at the dish for a moment, then grabbed my fork and took a bite of the finished dish.

“… It’s soft.”

It’s the same with all egg dishes, but this one felt strangely soft.

Should I say the quality is good?

Since it was so big, I thought it would be somewhat dry or smell bad.

It was completely different from what I expected. I quickly moved my hands and emptied the plate, and the alchemist picked up the robe that was hanging on the hanger, put it on roughly, and sat down across from us.

“It’s natural. Even after all this, I am the best cook in my clan.”

The alchemist proudly puffs out his chest while placing his hands on his waist.

Well, if what I think is true, alchemy is not unrelated to cooking, so I could claim to be the best chef.

But no matter how I looked at this dish, I felt like it benefited greatly from the good ingredients. To be honest, the cooking process was something so simple that it wasn’t even basic.

So I pursed my lips and snorted.

“It’s delicious because the ingredients are good. And keep in mind: “You owe me your life.”

I have a chronic tendency to want to beat up a guy who is overconfident.

So, I deliberately brought it up to remind him of what happened a little while ago, but the alchemist didn’t seem to care.

Instead, he made a humming sound and said.

“Anyway, if you don’t collect it, the body will die. Even if you threaten, it’s no use.”

“Why are you so proud?”

“I don’t tend to have too much pride. It’s a waste of energy.”

He has a strange personality. I put the egg in my mouth with a fork and saw the corner of the alchemist’s mouth rising.

“And… “If the ingredients are good, it’s definitely my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It is the egg I laid.”

There was a sharp pain that came all of a sudden. It’s not like it’s poisonous or some kind of magic has been activated.

The breath I took in in surprise sent the fluffy yolk into my airway and blocked it.

That was all. I just heard the story and coughed up an egg, no, an egg.

It wasn’t my will. The alchemist looked at me with a frown and said.

“No, I didn’t make you need to breathe, so what… “Hold your breath.” “About 1 minute.”

It sounded like a death sentence, but it was true. Homunculi do not need breathing.

It’s just because the time I spent as a human made me breathe unconsciously.

I followed her advice and held my breath while holding her tight neck, and after about a minute I felt fine.

“Crazy, why are you serving your own eggs for cooking?”

“They are born periodically, so don’t worry about it. There is no other use for it. “I eat it often too.”

“No, that…”

It seemed as if he thought of me as a strange person. I had no choice but to tilt my head and express doubt.

Alchemists, necromancers, are dragons, although they are called lower-dragons.

Dragons are oviparous creatures, and I, who don’t know much about lizard species, have no other way to refute the idea that dragons lay infertile eggs.

But isn’t there something called awareness?

It’s hard to eat something that comes from your own body.

In fact, laying an unfertilized egg feels like menstruation to a human being. Is it okay to eat this?

There was no problem with either the taste or the smell, but I pushed the plate away with a feeling of rejection creeping in.

“What a shame. Then I will eat it.”

The alchemist grunted as I prepared it for him and took the plate and ate my egg dish with the same fork I used.

I thought about her as I looked at her innocent face.

This is truly a crazy b*tch.

I didn’t notice it because it wasn’t noticeable when I squeezed it earlier, but what can I say?

A level of efficiency that was both extreme and bizarre was evident.

However, he was overconfident, ostentatious, and lacked common sense.

The worst combination of all was lack of common sense and efficiency.

And like a monster of such efficiency, the alchemist ate his eggs cleanly.

It looks like he even enjoyed it, judging by the long, purple tongue that resembles that of a dragon.

No, the cancer still came from his own body his his his …

Despite my nervousness, she wiped her mouth and spoke.

“Okay then. “The meal is over.”

Is this the main point? As I lean in, the alchemist looks at me.

Jade-colored hair that hangs slightly over one eye asymmetrically.

A small face with luxurious mid-length hair. The face had a serious expression.

“Is it true that you killed Hertol?”

“Right. “It wasn’t even that long.”

A few hours at most. I went back briefly, saw my sister, and came back right away, so I could still smell blood on my body.

The fatigue from the fight was still lingering in my body.

If it weren’t for the homunculus, I would have fainted right away.

This body was like a monster that did not feel fatigue.

But that didn’t mean I didn’t feel mental fatigue.

I wanted to fall asleep next to Isla, hugging her tail, but that was the simple reason why I was here.

A being who was manipulated by Hertol and who turned his clan and empire against me.

Because this alchemist seemed to know something about it.

“Hertol is you-“

“Orthemilia.”

What do you mean? When I looked at her, she placed her hand on her bare chest.

“Or call me Le Terra.”

It was a name. A long name like Nerilmaeus.

Well, I can’t keep calling you an alchemist or a bastard.

I nodded and leaned even further.

“Edilum said that Hertol left to meet you, Lete.”

“Edilum… Did he kill him too?”

“No, Hertol killed him. “He exploded his head in front of my eyes.”

Then Lete raised one eyebrow as if he was surprised.

But soon she let out a sigh.

“What do you know?”

“It’s natural. I expected something to happen. But… “I never thought it would be this fast.”

Lethe clicks her tongue and leans her body against the backrest. She was looking somewhere far away with her half-lined body.

“… Assassination of five archdukes.”

It was a while later that she opened her mouth.

“The imperial civil war, and even the chaos of last year.”

It was all known to be the work of three clans. When I looked at her, her vertical pupils turned towards me.

“Do you know?”

Necromancer Lethe, also known as the Alchemist, asked me.

She declared that she was one of the creators of the homunculus, so her words sounded strange.

“Know. Vaguely.”

“Do you even know what we have in common?”

What do they have in common?

I rolled my eyes and looked into space.

The assassination of the five archdukes was carried out by three clans to expand their influence within the empire.

The civil war was the same, and so was the chaos.

At least that was what I knew, but it suddenly occurred to me that it wasn’t such an obvious answer.

It was intuition.

“It seems different from what I know. No, it feels different from what is known to the public.”

“It’s good that you are quick to notice. It’s accurate.”

Her body leans towards me. I felt like I was seeing something I shouldn’t have, so I hurriedly raised my eyes and saw that she was looking at me intently.

“All three cases were ‘taken away’ from the clan while they were in progress. Thanks to this, it ended up working completely differently than I intended.”

What was stolen.

I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment at the strange tone.

“And that’s what happened when Hertol investigated it.”

Before I knew it, she was pointing her tail at me.

“But there is one more thing that was ‘stolen’ just like that.”

What was taken away. It’s a strange feeling. Her eyes widened as I realized where the tail was headed.

“Wait a minute, what I’m talking about…”

“That’s right.”

One of the creations of the homunculus and a necromancer called an alchemist.

She said so.

“The most successful test subject and a perfect replica of my father’s body. “Holy Eucharist.”

The tail skims my hand. The feel of cold yet soft scales grazing. I swallowed my saliva without realizing it.

“You are an experiment that was stolen and hidden by the person who controlled Hertol.”