I Became the Wrong Race

82 – Predation on Kin (3)

“Didn’t you two get along well?”

My question was very reasonable.

As far as I know, Melody was my older sister’s colleague.

And Melody probably went through the events of Grim Darker 2 and 3 with her older sister.

I thought it was a bit strange for such a melody to do this.

Are you being manipulated? Like Hertol?

I looked at the melody with such doubt.

“… “Are you sincere?”

I flinched at Melody’s somewhat cold gaze.

Aren’t you being manipulated?

When I happened to see Melody’s expression of her, I didn’t feel like she was being manipulated.

Of course, I’m not an expert in piloting, but I guess I should say it’s a feeling.

I broke into a cold sweat even though I thought I had made a mistake.

Because Melody’s cold eyes had a way of piercing the wounds I had seen one day.

So what should we do?

Should I at least pretend to know that I didn’t mean it and that I know why?

Even though I don’t know anything?

“That… The atmosphere suddenly became cold… “Did I do something wrong?”

I didn’t think so.

“My sister made the suggestion, but I was the one who accepted it. “I apologize if that offends you.”

I have lived proudly until now. I was always honest with myself and honest with others.

This time too, I was honest.

Then, I was taken aback by Melody’s cold gaze

“Really… ?”

It wasn’t a question directed at me. Melody just closed her eyes blankly as she hugged my arm.

Should I really say that? After thinking about it for a moment, my sister laughed.

“I’m sorry.”

When Melody and my eyes turned to my sister, she apologized with a smile on her face.

“I didn’t notice, right? They try to teach something on their own, ignoring the person who is the teacher… “I’m sorry.”

My sister apologizes again. Even the sight was painfully reminiscent of the past.

My older sister tended to apologize especially often.

In reality, I apologized to the guests, apologized to the landlord, and apologized to all kinds of people for all sorts of reasons.

Seeing her sister apologize here again made her feel uncomfortable.

Even more so because I don’t think it’s something to make such a fuss about.

Should I pay attention to Melody? I opened my mouth after thinking for a moment.

I didn’t have a chance to do that.

“By the way.”

Because my older sister opened her mouth first. When Melody and I both looked at my sister, she spoke with a sad expression as always.

“Melody, isn’t that a matter for Llewelyn to decide?”

And Melody’s expression hardened. So did I.

My sister said this?

It was something I had never seen before. It was an appearance and words and actions that I never thought I would see.

And fortunately, it seems I’m not the only one. Melody started and blinked her wide eyes rapidly.

Soon, the expression returns to Melody’s face

It was an expression of shock and embarrassment, but also a certain fighting spirit.

What on earth is happening?

“Sister, really?!”

Melody’s astonished words were stopped by her older sister’s lightly outstretched index finger.

“Llewelyn?”

“Yes?”

“Imperial fighting techniques are good for solidifying the basics, but it is difficult to progress beyond that. When I get the chance later, I will have to find one of the three and learn from it.”

Three. I knew what it was, but I couldn’t ask.

There was an atmosphere that was difficult to question.

“The martial arts of the elf monastery, the fighting arts of the dragon race, and the traditional fighting techniques of the North.”

All fingers are folded. I nodded, looking at my sister’s smiling but somewhat somber expression.

Everyone knew it, but I couldn’t stop saying I already knew.

A certain atmosphere of my sister made it that way.

My sister looked at my face for a moment and then smiled.

“Then I’ll just go. Have a good time.”

The feeling that there are thorns in the words.

However, before Melody noticed and pointed out or I could wonder, my sister waved her hand and walked away.

Melody and I just stood there blankly, watching my sister leave.

As my sister passed by, Melody finally came to her senses and squeezed my arm.

“I never thought it would turn out like this.”

“Well, that’s right. The Lord of the Patriots also had the same temperament—”

There’s no way I can do it.

I felt like I was momentarily different from the older sister I knew.

Has Guruda’s personality changed in this picture of Darker’s world?

Or is it something she couldn’t bear to show in front of me, her younger brother?

I didn’t know. Likewise, Melody didn’t seem to care about that.

Instead, only one word came out.

“It shouldn’t increase further here…”

I didn’t know exactly what it meant.

*

The three fighting techniques chosen by my sister were, so to speak, the closest fighting techniques to the ‘correct answer’.

An elf monastery martial art that is good for professional fighters to learn, focusing on basic moves, repeated attacks, and manipulation of magical power.

The fighting skills of the Yongin tribe are ferocious and aggressive, but surprisingly have the most skill, and are often learned by special races with excellent physical conditions.

And finally, the main focus is on weapon connection and application abilities, as well as box fighting skills that seem to exist to support already ‘complete dealers’.

The fighting build wasn’t used often, but at least as far as I know, it was one of the three fighting techniques.

And when I got it, there were two things that created good synergy.

The fighting skills of the Yongin tribe, who can apply their perfect bodies as mourners and homunculi.

Or the box-fighting techniques of northern barbarian warriors who consider and choose the use of weapons.

Either way, you would have to reach level 12, which is the level to get the next skill, so there was a lot of time to think about it.

[Name: Llewelyn]

[Race: Homunculus]

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 8]

[Reputation: Public Enemy]

[Strength: 22(+6)][Dexterity: 20(+5)][Health: 22(+6)]

[Magic Power: □][Inspiration: □][Charm: □]

[Play time: 9,474 hours]

My level is still 8. I had to raise my level four levels for the new talent.

And at this level, four levels is a pretty big difference. It means that it is still far away.

“If you can choose, it would be better to choose the baktu liquor of the northern tribe.”

After my sister left, I walked with Melody.

Even as she was walking down the street after going down the elevator and leaving the pantheon, Melody had a complicated expression.

Even the words I just said were close to a forced conversation to change the topic.

But I was willing to join in.

“Why?”

“It’s good to combine with weapon skills. The northern tribes are particularly strong… Since it is the fighting technique of barbarian warriors, it will go well with Llewelyn’s outstanding physical ability.”

It was something I knew well. And it was also true.

Even when looking at performance rather than worldview setting, barbarian warriors were similar to mourners.

Should we say that barbarian warriors are more natural?

Using the strength of the muscles, the strength of the body, and the inspiration accumulated by ancestors, the classification itself was similar to that of mourners.

The difference is that the mourner unconsciously receives strength from an unknown being called the father, and has no magic, inspiration, or charm.

And the handling and role of power was slightly different.

In my personal taste, the barbarian was not bad, but in terms of performance, it couldn’t match the mourner.

There has to be some tribalism too.

“What about the Yongin tribe?”

“Even the Yongin people… It has to be okay.”

A melody that I walk along while twisting my hair with one hand. She leaned her body slightly next to me and said.

“It’s because I don’t know if those proud dragon people will show off their fighting skills to outsiders.”

It was just as she said.

Among the northern tribes, the most exclusive were the Yongin tribe.

They claimed to be descendants of the dragon that once ruled the world and occupied the largest position in the Northern Tribal Alliance.

If you wanted to learn their fighting techniques, you had to accumulate a lot of grace.

This is an achievement that no ordinary human being could even dream of, so it can be considered virtually impossible.

Therefore, Melody’s suggestion was extremely common sense.

“I can’t stop you if you’re going through a hard time, but I don’t think you will feel at ease. “I have connections among the northern tribes, so I can go sightseeing and learn later.”

The melody sneakily presses close to me and rubs its head against my shoulder. She walked like that for a while and then let out a long sigh.

“Was it a bit ugly as expected?”

“It was a bit like that.”

“… Are you disappointed?”

I also enjoyed Grim Darker Part 2.

I played numerous rounds, tried all kinds of builds, and even thought about the story in various directions.

Even to me, what Melody showed me a little while ago was unfamiliar.

That melody is jealous.

Of course, it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand. Melody is still young, and as long as she’s human, she won’t be perfect.

Rather, isn’t it the opposite of perfection?

She was raised as the last tool of the dueling school for a long time and joined the ‘main character party’ as a double agent.

Although her painting her her her Darker 2 her is said to have been liberated by the fall of her dueling school that raised her at the end, she was still young.

It was no wonder that she was obsessed with her student and that she was angry at losing the opportunity to teach him.

That’s why I decided to understand her.

Because I am a generous and shameful top soloist.

Even with team members who did not accept my bright and energetic greetings and trollers who ignored reasonable orders, I was generous enough to just report them without even swearing.

Besides, the fact that two beauties were jealous of me wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought.

One of them is my older sister, and the other one looks younger from the looks of it… It’s true that both are pretty.

Since I didn’t even have parents, I could have overlooked this obsession and jealousy that was so passionate about education that it was refreshing.

“It can’t be.” Rather… It was refreshing and a good feeling that they were trying to teach me so seriously.”

And Melody happily accepted my generosity.

It didn’t seem like there wasn’t something odd about it. It’s probably because the atmosphere with my sister became cold a little while ago.

Soon after, Melody began to dominate the conversation again with her usual chattering voice.

She asks if she is using the epitaph she gave her well, or if she can’t sleep, she tells her to come to her bedroom at any time.

I gladly accepted her consider her offer her her her her, which was different from her her her her arrogant and scheming face her her her.

“Oh, right. There was something I wanted to ask.”

“Yes?”

“Did you get new armor? It suits you well.”

Melody smiles and puts her hand on my chest.

She gently moved her her hand her her her, which was placed on my chest her her her, to brush the surface of her her armor her her her.

She thought as she looked at her flushed face beyond that gentle touch.

What does this mean?

“No, this armor is the one I’ve been wearing for a long time…”

That was when my hand naturally touched the armor.

[Mother’s Favorite]

At that moment, there was a status window filling my field of vision.

Flavor text that usually appears when a new item is acquired or acquired but not confirmed.

“Llewelyn?”

At the same time, a vague memory crossed my mind.

That time when I lost consciousness and came to my senses, I was in my own room.

The status window that I ignored.

“Are you okay? Llewelyn?”

[This is your armor forged with your blood and tempered with your bones and flesh.

May your mother protect you.]

[All parts of the armor are treated as part of the body and share the effects of regeneration and health recovery.

We also share body strengthening spells and effects.]

The status window seemed to be speaking to me.

[(Llewellyn only) When repeated tributes are activated, you can pay tribute to your mother by feasting and killing.]

Something happened in that moment when you lost consciousness.