I Became the Wrong Race

74 – Reunion (7)

“The alchemist?”

Lorian opened his mouth wide, as if the news he heard right after waking up was surprising.

I was able to control the urge to put my finger in my mouth thanks to my superhuman patience and extreme control… It wasn’t.

I just did that because I thought if I got bitten, my blood would be sucked.

“No, I thought I had to find it, but… “So quickly?”

“I contacted you from there.”

Lorian blinked as Isla was still sleeping soundly. She still looks like he can’t believe it.

She brought her thumb into her open mouth and stuck it in her fangs, and only when she felt the sting did she realize that she was not dreaming. Br﹥

“But, why?”

“I heard you’re being chased. To the clan.”

“… Ah.”

Lorian was a blood relative. This is also a blood relative who has been trained as a person optimized for internal crackdown.

She quickly realized what I was talking about and was easily convinced.

“The clan must have blame everything you’ve done on the alchemist.”

She sat on the bed and faced me.

A girl combs her disheveled hair with her hands and frowns as if the falling sunlight is stinging.

Lorian, as always, was wearing a pure white sleeveless dress. The only thing that stands out is the prosthetic arm that replaced one of her arms.

She fell asleep with the appearance of a complete girl.

It was morning.

Immediately after the alchemist, Ortemilia, sent me away saying that she was tired and that we could talk about other things after resting.

Strangely enough, I found two women sleeping hugging each other in a room with two beds.

The good looks made me wonder whether I should sleep in that bed or in another bed.

In the end, I lay down in bed alone and tried to sleep.

I didn’t dream. Maybe it’s because I’ve become accustomed to gaining abilities, but I no longer receive abilities through dreams.

Or maybe it’s just that fighting techniques are so basic.

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Hmm.”

“Can you tell me a little about the alchemist?”

“Hmm?”

A face that seems to ask why you’re asking when you’ve probably already met.

However, since I met him, I had more than one question.

For example.

“Seeing as it was a dragon, it appears to be a necromancer. Why is it so small?”

Or.

Lorian seemed a little surprised by my question.

It didn’t seem like it was because he was so rude.

“Have you seen the alchemist’s true colors?”

“Uh… Both dragon and human form?”

“That’s amazing. The alchemist has a very eccentric temperament, so it must not have been easy to persuade him.”

When he remained silent because he could not say that he had used an all-purpose persuasion tool, Nilorian smiled brightly.

“As expected, he is qualified to take over his father’s position. Excellent. I’d like to at least give you praise and a reward, but… “I’m not in a position to do that.”

Lorian sighs heavily. She smiled and said it was okay though.

“Achievements achieved on your own are beneficial in terms of both self-esteem and confidence. “I’m proud of you too.”

I thought as I looked at Lorian smiling happily.

You could do something like that by persuading that damn b*tch.

But it wasn’t a bad feeling to be praised. I said, leaving her misunderstanding as is.

“So, do you know anything?”

“Oh, I was just explaining it. Where…”

Isla, who was tossing and turning, brought her tail her to Lorian’s side her, and Lorian massaged Isla’s tail and said.

“It’s not like there was a curse or any other acquired factors. Only… “You were just born small.”

“Is it because it’s a lindworm?”

“That won’t be it.” Hmm, what should I say. Should I say that I lost one and gained one?”

It was a bit vague, but I could understand what he wanted to say.

“Instead of becoming intelligent, were you born small?”

“I guess yes. As you know, Lindworms are all huge, but their intelligence is sparse, and alchemists are intelligent, but small.”

Then isn’t it a loss?

“Where can you get such blasphemous thoughts! The alchemist is clearly the father’s blessing.”

Oops, I got caught. I wondered how he knew, but instead of explaining, Lorian let out an unlucky laugh.

“Anyway, even though the alchemist had a small body, his magical knowledge was the best in his clan.”

“Really?”

“The field of alchemy itself, created by the alchemist, has never existed in this world, has it? Not only that, but he even mastered most of the magic of humans.”

It didn’t look like that.

Even when I squeezed it, the only resistance I saw was my breath.

No, I’m actually not sure if there was anything else. They pushed me in without giving me any time to do so.

But some of it was true.

Alchemy. In other games, the ability to create potions and other things did not exist in Grim Darker.

Healing potions were reproductions of healing spells in potion form, and other potions were similar.

Since it was a very common talent, there was no need to divide it into schools, and there were no particularly specialized schools.

However, alchemists were openly called alchemists. From what I heard now, it seemed like they also do alchemy.

I don’t know exactly what it does.

I didn’t ask Lorian because I thought she would brag about it, saying it was her common sense, so she rested her chin.

“But it’s bizarre. I can’t believe the clan abandoned such an alchemist so easily… Didn’t you hear anything else?”

“If it’s something else.”

“For example, a story about Hertol.”

The eyes of her shined brightly with the next words.

There was confidence in her red eyes, and I couldn’t help but recall what I had heard of her while looking into her eyes.

Something that even I am hesitant to say.

Isla wakes up just in time and stretches with nowhere to turn.

I opened my mouth, thinking I wouldn’t have to explain it twice.

*

“Carry me on your back.”

“Can’t I carry you on my back too?”

“It’s my place.”

“It’s shameful.”

We ate right after the explanation, and after the meal, we headed straight to the tavern.

There are still bloodsucking vampires in the mines, and the city is still full of gangsters.

It was impossible to hastily touch all of that.

Rather, considering that you may be able to get help from an alchemist in that matter, this would be best.

I headed to the tavern with Isla on my back, sniffling with her face buried in the back of my head.

“Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Why?”

Lorian scanned the surroundings, and Isla comfortably clung to my back as if nothing was wrong.

“I’m not shy.”

“In that case…”

It was a bit odd to hear that the girl who asked me to carry her on her her her her back her a little while ago and walked around in a snowstorm naked not long ago

As soon as I could barely swallow the words, “What about you?”, The tavern was getting closer.

It was that again.

Just as I had declined the invitation yesterday and was dragged by Isla and Lorian when I tried to go to them, even now I had arrived at the tavern without even knowing what was going on.

I didn’t know the principle, but I knew that this was ‘alchemy’.

I don’t know the principle, but I don’t even know what the exact function is.

I didn’t mind. If you harbor ill will, you can just bring out the all-purpose persuasion tool like yesterday.

I ignored the thugs who were talking loudly on the first floor of the tavern and went up to the second floor. I kicked the thug who tried to block my path and entered the laboratory.

“I thought it was a commotion, but are you already here?”

She behaved differently than yesterday.

Yesterday, to put it mildly, could be said to be shabby. Because he was only wearing something that could not be a cloak or a robe over his naked body

On the other hand, it was different now.

Orthemilia, otherwise known as the Alchemist, was wearing the same robes she had shown yesterday, clinging to her her her her scanty body her her her her.

The robe did not cover her lower body, and her gown was more like a dress with a sense of life.

“Because I rested.” There’s a lot to discuss.”

“Sit down.”

Put down Isla, who doesn’t want to come down.

Before we knew it, Lorian was standing near Lete, who was in the midst of mixing reagents.

Place your hand on her her chest her her and bend down at his her waist her her her. With his right hand he holds the hilt of his sword to keep it steady.

“It is an honor to meet such a prominent member of the clan. I am—”

“Blood Knight Lorian. I heard that she was cursed so that she became a woman.”

“Ah.”

Are you happy that she recognizes you? Lorian smiled slightly.

“It’s an honor.”

“The only thing you can say is honor, right?”

Laurie Ahn smiles sheepishly and Lete raises her head with an expressionless expression.

She waved her hand and pointed to her chair.

“You too, sit down. It will be over soon. “I don’t like cumbersome things.”

“I understand.”

Lorian barely suppressed her excitement and brought over her chair and sat down, and I stood after letting the yawning Isla sit down.

Ortemilia left the three of us like that and was busy mixing reagents, inscribing something, making hand signs, and briefly chanting.

It was a while later that she opened her mouth.

“How much do you know about yourself?”

That was a question directed to me.

“Well, let’s mourn…” “It’s a homunculus you created.”

“I’m not asking that.”

The alchemist puts down the reagents he was mixing and looks at me.

I had a dazed expression reflected in her bright yellow eyes.

“Remember what you have done so far.”

What I have done.

I glanced at Lorian, and Lorian also looked at me with a puzzled look.

What is it?

When I looked at Lete again in confusion, Lete let out her sigh.

“Didn’t you wound countless blood relatives before jumping from the first clan fortress?”

From those words, what came out was my actions.

This is not an unfamiliar experience as it is the first time hearing from someone else’s mouth.

“Although he was said to have been abandoned by his clan, did he simply deal with the cannibal Baron, an excellent wizard, and the adult reconstruction test subject created for him?”

The first object of mourning. I rolled up my cloak without realizing it.

“Wasn’t it even worse after that? To deal with Lorian, who was pursuing him, he brought in other forces and engaged in a three-way battle. “The only ones who survived that process were you and Lorian.”

Star Blade and Lorian. Lorian wriggled his prosthetic hand, and I grabbed the hilt of the star blade.

“You may have been weakened, but you survived and even managed to block the magic that emerged from the Inquiry School, so the clan has already been on the lookout for you since then.”

This time Isla looked uncomfortable. Because it was the first time I thought I was going to die.

The fact that it reached the three of us made us slowly guess the flow of the story.

“But I wonder if I can survive against regular soldiers rather than temporary soldiers hired by the clan on site, so I even went as far as hunting down Nerilmaeus, who was a powerful necromancer, even though he was left with minimal supervision.”＜ Br﹥

Owlbear shapeshifter and necromancer. A powerful opponent that mourners who are all less than level 10 cannot deal with.

However, he didn’t feel like he was being praised for doing a good job.

Rather, it was closer to a feeling of rebuke.

“But now even Hertol has been defeated. Even after hearing these things, are you sure that nothing comes to mind?”

Lete was scolding me for pretending not to understand what was being said.

A possibility that I had been trying to ignore came to mind.

Unlike usually several players working together to defeat powerful enemies, there were sometimes games like that.

A game where the enemy uses tricks and prepares countermeasures against one very powerful player.

A game where the player does not use an army to fight the boss, but rather the enemy uses an army to fight the player.

For some reason, that kind of game came to mind.

“… “What do you want to say?”

“It means that you have now become something that cannot be dealt with by one or two assassins.”

Lete, this small and dwarf dragon raised his forehead and said.

“The punitive force is coming.”

An army is being formed to capture and kill just me.

“And that punitive force will not be as easy as an opponent as they have been so far.”

Let’s sigh again and conclude.

“The ‘thing’ that controlled Hertol now wishes for your death.”

[Play time: 9,370 hours]

Currently, a little more than a year has passed since I was possessed.

I became a monster that the military was trying to catch and kill.