I Became the Wrong Race

85 – Predation on Kin (6)

But what came to mind was also a hypothesis.

It’s still too early to be certain, it’s just a hypothesis that needs verification.

Then what should I do? I thought it was necessary to verify the information, but in this situation, there were only about two people who could express their opinions to some extent on my hypothesis.

He knows a lot about the three clans and has excellent magical abilities… The alchemist I heard about, Ortemilia.

However, rather than going to Ortemilia, it would be better to start from the nearest area.

I wasn’t an idiot who left something right in front of me.

My life has always been straight forward.

So I went straight outside and looked for Lorian.

Excluding Lete, Blood Knight Lorian was the only person who could provide information about the three clans.

My sister and Melody can express their opinions, but if you’re asking about three clans, it’s three clans.

Today, I went up one floor hoping that I wouldn’t be naked.

The sharp sound of metal hitting my ears.

Isla covers her ears with an uncomfortable expression, and Melody says, Huh? He jumps over my shoulder and looks beyond.

“Oh, as expected.”

Also?

My curiosity never came out of my mouth. There was no need to ask in the first place.

Because two figures jumped out through the thick dust.

They were two familiar women.

One of the women quickly stepped back and swung her true sword. Red traces embroidered the air, and the slash that was meant to be a check naturally doubled as a stab.

The tip of the blade is blunt, but it’s heavy enough to break anything. But it doesn’t reach.

The woman who broke through the dust fluttered her black hair and moved her clenched fists the shortest distance possible.

Kang, the light ringing sound of metal was the sound of a sting being released.

With a light swing of her clenched fist, she sheds her sword with the back of her hand.

It was a noise that was hard to believe that metal, flesh, and bone were colliding, but what was even more surprising was what happened right after that.

Kakang!

The sound of metal rang out one after another.

The sight that filled my field of vision was also simple. The fists fly in succession, with less power and reduced speed, but at very high speed.

A fist hits the sword face in succession. A light tapping that doesn’t even involve the strength of the whole body.

But the results were clear. The Blood Knight flew backwards about 3 meters while making a sound.

Even though he threw himself, the force that could not kill him dragged his body his back, and the Blood Knight managed to reduce the force by dragging his feet on the floor.

With a sigh, Blood Knight Lorian lifted his beheading sword.

She is a woman who stands up to him. The older sister with a sad look clenched her fists and quickly closed the distance between her.

It was only then that I realized the scene before me.

My sister and Lorian were competing. Probably lightly.

However, an aftereffect that could never be considered light swept over her surroundings.

She twists her waist and swings her sideways sword back with the back of her hand.

When he struck back the bouncing sword, this time he pushed it away her with his palm instead of the back of her hand her and swung her leg her her her.

As he bent his back to avoid her swinging legs her her, Lorian’s sleeveless dress fluttered under the pressure of the wind, and he jumped back her, straightening his waist her her her.

I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. It was too late to close her eyes. It’s like pretty trash.

Normally, I would consider it a treat, but I didn’t want to do that in front of my sister. In the first place, what was visible was not something that could be ignored.

I saw Lorian and his sister tangled after landing.

Each enemy who swung the sword was pushed back by the fist, the back of the hand, or the palm of his, and immediately after that, the fist was fired at Lorian in the most efficient direction.

Extremely efficient and smooth movement. It was a movement that felt simple and faithful to the basics.

Looking at it, I immediately knew what kind of martial art it was.

“Martial arts of the elf monastery… ?”

It was almost the same as what I saw in the game. In the midst of such efficient attack and defense, my sister heard my suppressed cries and looked at me with shining eyes.

Our eyes met. A moment of joy passes through my eyes. It was an expression of uncertainty, something different from the joy he felt at simply seeing me.

There was no time to think deeply.

“Oh.”

Lorian did not miss the opportunity.

Lorian may not have heard my voice because he was in a state of extreme concentration, but he used Moon Shadow without hesitation.

His fist crossed the air, Lorian’s trail spread a red mist, and he followed his sister and swung the beheaded sword towards her her neck her her her her.

Oh, fuck. Isn’t this messed up?

Kwaang!

But contrary to what I thought, Lorian’s sword did not reach.

It had been a long time since my sister had caught the sword that had been swung behind her neck.

The true beast sword held in one hand trembled slightly, and Lorian narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“How did you know?”

“I thought they were going to aim for the neck. Can I say it was obvious?”

My older sister smiles and asks for consent.

In fact, it was the same as saying it was already obvious, but I wasn’t being sarcastic.

My sister usually says that. I don’t know if my speaking style she became like that because I was working all kinds of part-time jobs for a long time, or because I was taking care of myself.

It felt good to see my older sister’s habits after a long time.

But it’s good that I’m in a good mood, and as always, things tend to take the lead, leaving me behind.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Huh?”

Lorian looked like he was going to get angry, but when he saw his sister’s innocent expression her, he withdrew his sword her with a sour expression.

“The rumors were true. It’s strong, but it gets on my nerves more than that.”

“Is this from a blood family? It’s a wound.”

“Even if you say that with a smile, it’s not persuasive…”

Lorian, who was speaking, felt like he was popular and believed.

“Ah, Llewelyn!”

And the voice rose. Lorian waves his hand and approaches me. The happy expression was filled with slight regret.

It was obvious what the sign was.

Ah, it would have been so cool if I had won.

It must have been the same thought. I know it well because I have been there too.

But in the end, I realized that my teammates didn’t care about me, and from then on, I continued to practice as a penance for my own satisfaction.

It seems that Lorian is still far from realizing that.

Well, someone who has never experienced a suspension will not be able to understand.

“What happened? Do you have any business?”

“Because the hypothesis needs to be verified.”

The answer was Melody. A small head sticking out over my shoulder.

Lorian looked sour for a moment at the appearance of a girl who was shorter than him.

Why does he look like this again?

I sensed that it was time for me to step forward.

“It is a hypothesis related to my father.”

Lorian looked puzzled but listened seriously.

*

What kind of job is your sister?

Actually, at first I thought it would be a warrior-type job.

I thought it was either a simple, ignorantly powerful fighter, or an imperial knight that my older sister often picks.

It seemed as if the fighting skills my older sister showed me a moment ago were not the same.

Of course, just because it was a warrior class job didn’t mean you couldn’t learn fighting skills.

Haven’t I learned basic fighting skills right now?

If you have learned it as a talent, you can use fighting skills even if you are a warrior.

Practicality is a separate issue.

However, there was one question that hindered that conclusion.

I wonder if my sister has a status window like me.

If my sister didn’t have a status window, she would have learned fighting skills herself, and that would have been surprising.

However, I didn’t think that my older sister was a fighter, but that was because of what Melody said herself.

Melody said that her older sister was better than Melody with all weapons except the sword.

I didn’t think that such an older sister would have started out as a fighter and learned all kinds of weapon skills.

On the contrary, it was correct to assume that the warrior profession, which gained proficiency in almost all weapon skills, would have either mastered fighting skills or learned it on its own.

Then, the occupation that can be derived is…

“Llewelyn, I’ve been thinking about it… Llewelyn?”

“Uh, uh. “Why?”

“Are you listening?”

“Of course I was listening. So?”

Actually, I wasn’t listening.

However, it cannot be called a crime just because of this fact. I pretended to be listening.

Although Lorian was somewhat confused, he quickly got to the point.

“Your hypothesis is extremely irreverent and profane, but… “I don’t think we can ignore it.”

My hypothesis.

It was simple. His father did not do everything entirely on his own, but he probably received help from a being called ‘mother.’

Additionally, it is assumed that ‘mother’ is a transcendent person and ‘father’ was the first contractor.

Lorian did not deny such speculation.

“It will become clear when we have more information to judge.”

Rather, it seemed like they were considering it positively. I don’t know if it’s because I became friendly with my father’s kindness flowing through my body, or because I was really persuaded.

I thought it was probably something like that.

It feels like if an expert on TV says it’s good for your health, everyone buys it.

“Of course.”

“Orthemilia, you must know something.”

Lorian’s thoughts reached a similar point as mine.

Although Lorian was a blood knight and held a fairly important position in his clan, he was not at the level of an alchemist.

The alchemist was weak and had low combat power, and as you can see from the fact that he was abandoned now, he wasn’t something completely important.

Still, he knew more information than Lorian.

I might be able to help with magical knowledge.

Naturally, Lorian, I, and Isla climbed into the teleporter.

My sister and Melody were waiting at the pantheon.

Someone has to protect the pantheon, and I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to let the alchemist, the golden oriole, and the guardian angel meet.

There was no reason to take him with him.

The destination is the laboratory. The goal is to prove the hypothesis.

It wasn’t that difficult, it wasn’t dangerous, and there was no problem.

At most, I heard heartbreaking stories about gangsters and mixed-blood vampires, and thought that if I was really unlucky, I would have to take out the armor under my cloak and wear it.

Isla did not bring a weapon, and Lorian wore a decapitating sword as usual, but did not suck blood. It was a waste to give my blood when there was no need to fight.

So I couldn’t move quickly in the sudden situation.

“Hello.”

It was a dry greeting. More than that, her expressionless face and attitude gave the impression that she had little emotion.

But I knew. It’s not that he really has little emotion, it’s just that it doesn’t show up in his facial expressions or voice his.

If you look closely, you can see it. I knew because I had already been with that person for 700 hours, almost a month.

The emotion in that face and that voice is joy.

That fucking b*tch was having fun.

“It’s been a while, sister.”

A woman who speaks kindly.

That b*tch had the same face as Isla, who was shocked right next to me.

The shape of her nose, the shape of her lips, her eyes, the color of her eyes, and even the angle of her eyebrows were the same.

There were only three differences.

Light clothing that is not suitable for the still cool winter season.

Long, neat and thick hair tied high.

Lastly, a cruelly clear confidence on his face

“… Selma.”

That was the time when Isla called that name and the b*tch called Selma smiled.

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 60 seconds]

I threw her leg towards her face.