I Became the Wrong Race

83 – Predation on Kin (4)

Mother.

It was a name I had never heard of. I’ve never even heard of such a being in the game Grim Darker.

My father had heard of it, but it was only because it was related to the three clans.

Actually, if you think about it, it was a bit natural.

If there is a father, there will also be a mother.

Even though the ring with the gender reversal effect I saw before was said to be made by my father alone.

In reality, it might not have been the case. Flavor text is only a means to create flavor, and is not necessarily the truth.

Not all beings have fathers and mothers like me and my sister.

So I asked the intellectual right next to me.

“Would you like to tell me about your mother?”

Melody looked worried as she looked at my complexion.

She looked surprised by my question.

He hesitated for a moment, seemed to be thinking about it, and then slowly lowered his eyes.

Do you know?

With her vague expectations of her, she opened her mouth.

“Mother… She became a duel scholar with the support of the duel school.”

And I realized something was wrong from the beginning.

Ah, I didn’t ask correctly.

So at this point, I couldn’t cut it, saying I didn’t ask that.

Because Melody immediately showed a rare, gloomy expression.

The words that came out were not something that could be stopped by saying that I didn’t ask.

“He was a prisoner. “He was sponsored because he liked what he said, but he was actually caught.”

“… “Where?”

“In the south.”

South.

It was a pronominal expression.

If the North refers to a group that is often tribal, rough and aggressive and at odds with the empire.

The south was pro-imperial, but it was a place where it had its own culture and was granted autonomy.

There were often elves, avian beastmen, and rarely dragons.

The further back we went, the smaller the size of the force became. In the case of Yongin, there was only a small number of people, not to mention a force.

There were places ranging from hot and humid to hot and dry, but what they had in common was that most of them were barren.

And unlike the empire, where most people were of similar level, or the north, where everyone was considered ‘family’ and shared property, the gap between the rich and the poor was severe in the south.

The elves with fertile land and the dragons with a small amount of arable land were wealthy, while the avian beastmen, who made up most of the remaining population, were poor.

I couldn’t have been unaware of such a situation. Most of the assassins dispatched during Homunculus played were birds.

Melody was also saying that her mother was like that. It was a story I had already heard.

Because it was a story that came up during companion quests.

“He’s poor, he’s easygoing, and he’s got a lot of qualifications… “I would have liked to use it as a seedbed.”

It’s a seedbed. It wasn’t a word that could be used towards a person. When I made a shocked expression, Melody laughed.

“You don’t have to make that face. “It’s all in the past.”

“No, but…”

“Even if it’s okay. “It’s not like I knew and asked.”

She still couldn’t tell me she didn’t ask that. I sat on a stump next to the stone path leading up to the pantheon and listened to her story.

“Well, as you can see from me being here now, the seedbed was a success.”

The duel school was, so to speak, a falling star.

Players should be able to change jobs, but it was a difficult job to enjoy with decent abilities.

Since he was good with a sword, he had to have high agility.

It was good to have good health. Since you have to fight with the enemy at the forefront, if your health falls below 10, your efficiency will drop.

However, since I had to deal with magic, not only did I need magical power, but I also needed charm.

If you give up using magic randomly and insist on using it at the right time, you can only increase your charm, but then there is no reason to choose the duel school.

For that reason, being a duelist was an ambiguous profession. It wasn’t that good for role play either.

As I said, the duel school is a losing star. No one paid homage to the setting star, and the duel school itself was a corrupt place.

Even though I came from a place like that and tried to role-play, it wasn’t fun.

Melody was the only hope for the dueling school.

Even from my memory, it had to be that way.

Because Melody was the best in the entire series in terms of total ability.

Strength 8, Dexterity 20, Health 12, Magic Power 18, Inspiration 10, Charisma 20.

An all-rounder who is responsible for both defense and melee attacks with high agility, and uses magic with a high level of charm and the magic power of a decent spell user.

It was a fraudulent character that could not be created unless one cheated with his abilities.

Normally, there would be users who expressed dissatisfaction knowingly or unknowingly, but Melody had almost no such backlash.

Even after hearing about her past, she must say that there aren’t many people who can do that.

“What kind of person were you?”

“A poor southern beast… “I would like to say that, but it wasn’t like that.”

Melody spoke leisurely. I don’t know if it’s because it’s already happened in the past or because everything has been resolved.

“They said he came from a minority tribe with good bloodline.”

Although she is now considered to be just a petty girl, Melody ‘s birth her her her was special because of her mother ‘s lineage her her her, which was her her her her ‘mother ‘s mother’ her her her her.

Thanks to her, she was born with a high level of charm.

And her charm she didn’t just mean being pretty and good-looking.

The power of her lineage, her talent, and the quality and size of her soul that the transcendent easily leads were also attractive.

Among them, the charm of the melody was the power of lineage and the power of the melody that magic was easily drawn to.

So, the melody that attracted her from the moment she was born was like having magic and melody flowing through her body instead of blood.

The anecdote that her first cry her at birth became magical

“What happens after that… Her mother had a hard time even holding her own daughter even once. She was used as a tool as a duel scholar, and she watched her daughter train hard from afar…”

The trembling legs stop. Because I know what happened to Melody, she knew what she wanted to say.

“He passed away when I was 12 years old.”

“How…”

“When I entered the ‘magic training’ period, it was obvious, although none of the elders told me. You couldn’t bear to see your daughter practicing her magic until her her neck her her bled.”

The elders of the dueling school are all duelists.

They are all people who have gone through the same process as Melody and survived after countless battles.

Among them, there are races that can live beyond the human lifespan, and there are also those who extend their lifespan through wrong means.

It was not a number that just one mother could overcome.

Motherhood only gave minor miracles and was not a miracle that made the impossible possible.

Melody’s mother died like that.

As her thoughts reached a conclusion, Melody’s eyes looked into space.

After that, it was obvious.

The girl became an adventurer. To complete her clumsy training and avenge her mother.

And after continuing her adventure for six years, she meets her older sister, who later becomes Ho Gyeong, and succeeds in taking her revenge.

But I couldn’t lump what happened in between as obvious or as if I already knew it.

At least I couldn’t do that.

No matter how similar this world is to the world in the game, no matter how fantasy-like this world feels.

I decided to live my best life in this world.

I wanted to remain as myself and have no regrets.

That’s why I silently listened to her story and thoughts of her.

It was definitely different from the game.

It was different from the scene where the portrait of the melody was displayed and the dialogue just flowed.

Subtle changes in her expression. Every time she put her mother in her mouth, her expression became blurred.

I tried to speak as calmly as possible, but it wasn’t as easy as usual, so my voice often trembled and words came out like a sigh.

“I killed all the elders with my own hands. There was also a dragon, and I easily dealt with it thanks to the sword my sister gave me.”

Estoc, which he gently pulled out and held in his hand, was a famous sword called Scale Splitting.

The effect was additional damage, additional penetration, and additional hit against polyps that could not be broken.

Considering that my older sister is a huge fan of drawings, I guess she gave it to me intentionally.

Melody put her sword back as if she had never pulled it out and smiled deliberately.

“Sorry. “I know you didn’t ask this, but you might be embarrassed to go back on something you’ve already started, and more importantly, I can’t stop while I’m talking.”

Some say. Revenge is unnecessary and meaningless.

I don’t think so. But that doesn’t mean revenge is a panacea.

Revenge must be taken, but doing so does not solve everything. Because wounds remain and become scars.

I thought so too. So even though she knew it wasn’t her, I could understand why she said it.

Rather, it was a bit surprising that I finally noticed it. Am I not good at lying?

“It’s a bit like that. “It’s all revealed in the expression.”

A melody that smiles and covers its mouth.

I sheepishly scratched my head, and Melody withdrew her sly smile and smiled with sincerity.

“Still, thank you for listening. “I couldn’t stop listening to it with such a sad expression.”

Likewise, it was a sincere thank you. I felt embarrassed for no reason. I was a little embarrassed because it was rare for anyone to praise me.

“The melody tells the story so well that I couldn’t stop. Your voice is good too.”

“… “Really, a person who knows women’s feelings so well would do that just now?”

When Melody was praised, her cheeks were slightly colored as if she was happy, but then she suddenly pursed her lips.

“Yes?”

“No. No. Really.”

But it still seemed like a good feeling. Melody hopped down on her stump and said,

“So, what do you mean by asking me to research ‘mother’? “It would be nice to have more information.”

Information. I was conflicted for a moment and then saw it still floating in the corner of my eye.

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

Predation and killing.

Repeated remembrance.

Actually, if you think about it, there were quite a few strange things.

Repeated commemoration is clearly a mourner’s skill that gives strength to the ‘father’, but this skill seemed to be the only skill that seemed to dye the user with mania.

No, that wasn’t the only thing.

From the time I became a mourner and started wandering this land, to the dark impulses that overtook me and the madness I experienced while dealing with the punitive force made up of Isla’s compatriots.

All of that was unfamiliar. It was something I had never heard of in games.

What if it’s all ‘mother’s’ fault?

After doubting, I opened my mouth.

“Transcendent… It seems to be something close to .”

“Transcendent? I don’t think the investigation would be difficult. And?”

“To the target… It seems like madness is coming.”

“It looks like it’s falling? Not getting off? “Are you not sure?”

“Yeah, well… That’s right.”

Melody made a humming sound and tilted her head.

“Great. And is there more?”

“… I think they gain their favor by paying tribute through predation or killing.”

“Predation or killing… ? Therefore…”

“It must be cannibalism.”

“Aha…”

A melody that makes you look nervous. She thought for a moment and nodded with a sigh.

“I’ll take a look.”

Don’t expect too much. He added the melody briefly and walked away.

*

[Play time: 9,492 hours]

After defeating the punitive force, she received confirmation that she would obtain more blue minerals from Orthemilia.

While I was wondering whether I should explore the next newly opened teleportation point while obtaining blue minerals, it was Melody who came to me.

Since it had been less than a day since I was entrusted with the investigation, I wondered if it was something else.

“I found it.”

Melody immediately said that.

I couldn’t immediately understand what she was saying she had found.

“What… ?”

“The investigation that was entrusted to me at that time. I mean ‘mother.'”

Mother. As she was started by the story she had been told, Melody came over and spread something of hers on the table.

Spread out on a wooden table carved by the mourner himself, they were various types of parchment manuscripts.

“I thought the investigation would be difficult, but it turned out to be more diverse than I thought.”

My eyes widened as I looked at the translation of the status window on the unfolded parchment.

“This…”

“It’s familiar, right?”

As the melody said, they were familiar things.

To be precise, I should say that the ‘symptoms’ written on that parchment are familiar.

The parchments mainly included war history, adventurer stories, and oral legends, and similar descriptions appeared consistently in those stories.

A warrior who reveals his madness and dismantles his enemies.

A strangely twisted monster that grew its strength by eating its own people.

The story of a hunter who saw a vision of a hungry beast in a blizzard and gained power and glory by eating his brother.

Melody’s pretty little hand stopped at a certain part of the dog.

It was an adventurer’s travel story about a tribe that believed in ‘starving beasts’.

“And this tribe. They appear to be a northern minority, and there is a part where they believe in ‘starving animals’ and when they catch game, they take a portion for the hungry animals and sprinkle it on nature.”

It was as he said. Even the part where the adventurer asked about the ‘starving beast’ and the answer he received was similar to what was written in the oral legend.

A being that causes madness and reduces strength.

Something that is unknown whether it is a transcendent or not.

Is this my mother’s true identity? What connection does this being have with my father?

Perhaps…

“The Frost Stalker tribe.”

It was then. I froze at the sight of my familiar head, and came to my senses as the tail tickled my face and wrapped around my arm.

When I turned my head, I saw a familiar face.

A woman stood close to me with an expressionless expression. A woman who pricks her ears and takes me in endlessly with her blue-grey eyes.

Isla.

Such a woman testified.

“The ‘starving beast’ is a being worshiped in my tribe.”