I Became the Wrong Race

chapter 80



80 – Predation on Kin (1)

“Did you say information?”

It didn’t take long for Ortemilia to complete her preparations.

Perhaps because her body was small, it did not take much effort to wash and clean her body, so she finished getting ready quickly.

But that didn’t mean the wait was enjoyable. I saw Ortemilia sitting with a sour look on her face, half naked and wearing only a gown.

“… Yes.”

She was relaxed. It seemed like she didn’t mind showing her naked body, it was like someone who had already experienced it.

“Hmm? Why me… ?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“Why don’t you ask because you don’t know?”

Lorian reacted sharply to my gaze. It’s a bit ridiculous that she doesn’t know why she’s looking at me like that.

I was slowly thinking that the three clans were like this.

They are a bit different from humans, with no sense of shame.

Thinking like that makes me feel at ease… Long what.

“Wear your clothes properly.”

“You’re picky. There are not many opportunities to enjoy this kind of beauty with your own eyes.”

Ortemilia adjusts her gown and wears a short robe that hangs roughly on a chair.

She got dressed and straightened her hair.

“Anyway, did you say information?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you so sharp? There is power in words. Learn how to speak nicely and kindly.”

When I ignored him, Ortemilia let out a sigh and crossed her arms.

“Anyway, what information do you need and are you looking for me?”

I looked at Isla at that point. She is a woman who has been quiet until now.

Although she was usually quiet, there was a big difference between the usual Isla and the current Isla.

She was extremely quiet now.

She continued to remain silent even in situations where she should have opened her mouth.

There was no response to the words exchanged between me and Lete on purpose to lighten the mood.

Even in the past, I would have thought, ‘Do you like that little child? I would have said something like ‘pervert.’, But there wasn’t even that.

That meant it was that serious. If you think about it again, it was natural.

If I had something to do with my sister, I would have reacted like that. Even if I trace my memory a little, it seemed like it was like that.

But now Isla has heard that her twin sister is making an attempt on her life. It’s natural to have a lot of thoughts.

I quietly reached out my hand and placed it on Isla’s shoulder.

Then, as if she was scared, Isla glanced at me with her gently opened eyes.

“Transformers. Maybe… Are there any tribes from the north who have recently joined the clan?”

Even though I was looking at Isla, my question was directed at Lete.

“A joiner from a northern tribe? “Not a local helper?”

“Either way, tell me what you know.”

When she belatedly turned her head, Lete was already crossing her arms and moving her head from side to side.

What are you doing?

“Ortemilia usually does things like that when she has a lot on her mind.”

Lorian said, and Lethe rolled her eyes and collected her thoughts without even further explanation as to whether that was correct.

At the end, the eyes turned to Isla. Vertical pupils that are slit like a snake or a dragon.

“Do you have anything to do with that kid? “She looks like a snow leopard.”

“… Huh. “Snow leopard.”

“As for the snow leopard transformation clan, there is one person who has recently made an enemy of the clan.”

Her explanation that followed was very familiar.

Excellent hunting ability and a constitution and race appropriate for the abilities and aptitude.

Beings that seem as if they were created that way from the beginning.

I got curious there, because I thought the order is usually reversed.

Usually, people think that they become hunters as a group because they have such racial characteristics and constitution, rather than the other way around.

When I asked that question, the answer I got was unexpected.

“Why? Because the order is actually correct.”

That order is correct?

It sounded like nonsense.

“How do you know that?”

“I was also mobilized to investigate them, so I know very well.”

Ortemilia snorts at the question. A necromancer who puffs out his chest with confidence.

Members of the three clans, also called alchemists, testified so.

“What? Wait, then…”

“Do you think that all ordinary shapeshifters can be brought into the clan? “We are not that soft.”

Ortemilia snorted and relaxed her arms and leaned back on the chair.

I felt something like pride in her expressions and words and actions.

“They, the Frost Stalkers, were the ones touched by their father.”

At this point, no one was surprised.

“That was the reason they were able to engrave the lineage of the transformation people.”

*

The material she gave me afterwards was something I found hard to believe even after seeing it with my own eyes.

It wasn’t a story about not knowing the truth or not trusting Ortemilia.

Rather, the authenticity was certain.

Likewise, Ortemiglia was trustworthy.

It wasn’t bullshit like you can believe your eyes when you see them.

It wasn’t just a simple intuition. It was closer to a more logical derivation.

To put it bluntly…

Should we call it the logic of power?

It was a feeling I felt while living as a top solarer for a long time (10 years).

To put it bluntly, Orthemilia was weak, and her fighting skills were not very good.

Should I say it’s exactly the opposite of me? But other than that, she really stood out.

Just looking at it right now, it was like that.

“Oh, you mean that? “I just changed the arrival route by interpreting the engraved magic.”

When I asked how she twisted the teleporter to go straight to the lab, she answered like that.

“Is that okay?”

“It wouldn’t have worked if it weren’t for magic.”

But Orthemilia bursts out laughing, saying that if it’s her magic, it’s her her her her her own domain her.

To be honest, I couldn’t even feel magical power, so I didn’t really feel that Lete had done anything great.

“As expected, you are an alchemist. “I didn’t even know it was magic!”

“Hehe, the young blood of the blood family must work hard.”

I thought it must be great to see Lorian speak like that.

Well, did Melody say that it took quite a while just to research it and figure out how to use it?

For a level 20 bard to do that, it was a great achievement.

Of course, I didn’t say it was great after seeing it. What was really great was the other part.

“You can put it back together, right?”

“Of course it’s possible! What do you think of me that makes you ask such questions? Transformers’ machines can be easily assembled!”

Now, Lorian’s arm was disintegrated into pieces.

At first glance, it was a prosthetic hand made of parts almost at the level of a precision machine.

I don’t have a very good memory, so I couldn’t even keep track of the 10 parts.

It was my first time seeing the machine, so I didn’t know how to disassemble it, but the alchemist used all kinds of tools, tails, hands, and magic to dismantle and reassemble the prosthetic hand in an instant.

“Okay, now it’s over. I needed regular checkups, so I connected it with your magic agency. If you only use blood magic regularly, there will be no need for maintenance.”

“Thank you. How can I get this grace…”

“What is there to call grace? “We deserve to cooperate, but not revealing that we will measure each other is an act of inferiority.”

Then he glanced at me, and his gaze was extremely childish.

It feels close to ‘I’m going to do this, so you’re going to throw up something too, right?’

It was definitely childish to see him reveal it without any intention of hiding it. Even if the thoughts you have are not.

In a situation like that, continuing to doubt wasn’t a good thing. Because I feel like I’m a little less manly.

It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t have to worry about betraying you because if you betray me for no reason, your head may be broken like that time.

Her laws are far, her fists are close, there is no chance of her betraying me. This is the logic of power.

The strong are not wary of betrayal by the weak. In my case, Ortemiglia was like that.

In other words, everything she said can be considered true. With trembling eyes, I looked at Isla sleeping soundly on my lap.

Isla’s tail was drooping, her ears were down and her eyes were closed.

Anyone could see that he looked gloomy. Even though he escaped, did he care for his tribe?

Or maybe it’s just the fact that his younger brother is coming to get him and makes him depressed.

Maybe it’s not both, but the fact that you caused me a nuisance is what makes it that way.

All three or two.

As I quietly brush Isla’s bangs, I feel the strength of her hand holding the hem of her dress.

It didn’t seem like a very good place to sleep with my closed eyes shaking.

Well, that’s because you sleep in a bed.

But my heart could understand. You probably needed a place to rely on.

I learned better after my sister disappeared.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the parchment on the table.

It was hard to believe when I saw it with my own eyes, so I pushed it aside, but inside I assumed it was true.

To roughly summarize the data, it was as follows.

The Frost Stalker tribe is a tribe comprised entirely of snow leopard shapeshifters.

They all maintain their senses even after transformation, and even in normal times, they maintain animal-like senses, shapes, and abilities that ordinary transformation people can only use after transformation.

It is presumed that the ‘father’ was a being created before the creation of the three clans, given that he even has the partial transformation ability found in the current transformation tribe.

I glanced at the parchment, then turned my head and looked at Isla.

It was after she saw the last part of the material that she fell asleep.

That must be the reason why I have nightmares.

I bitterly flicked the parchment with my fingertips.

At the end of the parchment, two sentences were written literally in passing.

[Confirmation of overall improvement in physical ability through predation of kin.]

That was a sentence that gave me many thoughts.

[Accordingly, the Senate allows the incorporation of the ‘Frost Chaser Tribe’ into the clan.]


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