I Became the Wrong Race

18 – Blood Bag (7)

I pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground. The flames curling through his hands were tickling.

Where the sword was inserted, the man who had once been the owner was reduced to ashes.

As I looked at that pile of ashes, all kinds of thoughts came to mind.

It was after the mourning had subsided. There was no way to stop the guilt from consuming me.

Due to the negative emotions creeping up, my eyes trembled slightly and I held the hilt of the sword tightly.

There was no way. This was the only way to defeat the blood knight in front of me.

The Star Blade would not have listened to my request, and would have rather attacked first. Because Isla said that too.

Because as far as I know, he was that kind of man.

Even if the favor had been granted, it was doubtful that things would have turned out well, and if he died, there would have been no difference from now….

No, it’s an excuse.

All of this is just an excuse.

It was an excuse I came up with to ease my mind, and in the end, I was a monster.

But at the same time, I realized that I had to be a monster.

It was a world like this.

A world where even the most merciful transcendent gives up his power at the cost of his life, and where it is common for people to be eaten by something other than human.

It was Grim Darker’s world. There was something I had to do in that world.

The New World was abandoned. I don’t know if there was a main character or not, but I was certain that no one was interested.

In that world, I was the only one who knew that the three clans in the New World were plotting something.

The man-eating baron got a new daughter and escaped with the help of three clans.

The Star Blade, which should have been executed because it was clearly the core of the Empire’s civil war, is still alive.

Why are there so many outlaws, exiles, and outcasts across this continent?

It was clearly intentional. It was a smokescreen to block the view from something.

It was obvious what would happen if left unattended. The countless bad endings in the game proved that to me.

So I had to do it. I couldn’t borrow someone else’s help.

I knew very well what happens when you ignore what needs to be done.

My life was like that.

My parents, who were supposed to take care of me, abandoned me and my sister, so my life had no choice but to turn out that way.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get out of the corner, and after her sister disappeared, it was dark even when she opened her eyes.

What should I do for a living? What should I do? I didn’t know anything.

It was all because I didn’t do what I had to do.

So I didn’t run away.

I am definitely a monster. Even though he felt guilty, he acted without hesitation, and was a monster who could take any action he wanted.

There are things that only I can do.

Grumbling!

The drawn long sword burns. It was the longsword of a man who, after being exploited his whole life, had to finally regain his freedom by dying on the battlefield at the hands of his enemy.

For some reason, he was the companion of a poor man who had made it to the New World, and he was the death I had driven to defeat the Blood Knight.

As regret and guilt ate away at me, I thought of many things at the same time.

My compatriots were killed by the Blood Knight while trying to escape when the prison was opened.

All the escaped bloodbags were killed because I was caught.

My sister’s smiling face and the remaining words that flickered like flames.

‘It’s my fault.’

[Mourning]

That gave strength to my body.

[60 Seconds remaining]

I was given the same amount of time as the man who once drew this long sword.

[Mourning 0/2]

The translucent screen whispered to me that this was the last time. I broke through the screen and moved forward.

Holding an ax in his left hand and a long sword in his right.

“Then….”

The blood knight approaches. Still naked, holding a beheading sword in his left hand.

And lower your posture in an instant. A sign of acceleration. I immediately raised the ax towards the long red line drawn in the air.

This cannot be prevented. I knew that well. I couldn’t have known in the first place.

Even though the Blood Knight knew that, he was in a hurry.

This is because I know my potential well. It’s knowing that I have to finish while I’m exhausted.

I am a monster, and I know that monsters are dangerous to each other.

Whatever trick they are using, we will destroy it from the front and turn it into nothing.

So, right before the collision, I collected the sacred blood from the ax and infused it into the star blade.

Kwazizijik!

The ax cannot overcome the swinging decapitating sword and breaks. My accelerated perception registered its trajectory, but before I could block it, the sword penetrated my skin.

Go!

It breaks my arm by crushing the vambrace, splitting the plate, and scattering the Precious Blood on it.

And as if that wasn’t the end, the sword bent in a straight curve.

A little bit of waist, crossed feet, swordsmanship techniques that I don’t know.

Also something too complicated for me to follow. I saw the blade rising between my fluttering flesh.

The target is the neck. Homunculus regeneration is interrupted by the loss of the neck. Capture alive was not even in mind.

It was an angled and heavy blade. The sword was so soaked with blood that the blood stains seemed indelible.

It was a weapon commonly called a beheading sword.

A weapon that specializes in destroying body parts, which is fatal to a homunculus like me.

That’s probably why I brought it here.

Even though she was confident of her victory now, she was not surprised.

But.

Let’s go!

Take a step closer and catch it with your armpit. I could feel my shoulders being crushed starting from my armpits and the tendons, blood, and muscles being cut, but it did not touch me who was in mourning.

Beyond the pain dulled by mourning, I moved the muscles that had not yet broken and held on to the half-implanted beheading sword.

My odds of winning were there.

The sword was held for just a moment. The moment before using blood magic, widening the distance, or attempting a baktu.

If I was going to do something effectively, it was now.

Anyway, even if I fought head on, there was not much chance of me winning.

The opponent was a skilled knight, and a pursuer who would have caught and killed a homunculus like me several times if he escaped.

If the power of this sword was properly understood, it could have been used and killed.

Then, you only have one chance. Bring them here, give them their bones.

Grrr!

Take flesh.

I raised my flaming long sword high and struck it down.

The scarlet trajectory converges on the Blood Knight’s shoulder.

The sword strike that dug into his shoulder came out the other way, and astonishment filled the Blood Knight’s face, and at the same time, the path of the sword attack that had already been fired was once again covered in flames.

Saaa!

Then an annoying cutting sound follows. Beyond the hissing sound of burning flesh and the disgusting smell, I saw a pure white right arm rolling on the ground.

Blood Knight Lorian hesitated and stepped back. A blood knight smiling inexplicably while holding the severed right shoulder by the hilt of his sword.

She was embarrassed yet smiling. A smile that reveals excitement and some explicit emotion.

She said, “I thought it was the end because I died….”

As expected, she was wary of the star contractor. She knew that the flames would stop regeneration.

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So, the moment the Star Blade died, an offensive was launched. Before I could even try anything else.

Although it was a mistake in itself.

Even though I lost my arms one by one, I was much faster at regenerating them.

On the other hand, the Blood Knight broke into a cold sweat as he held his shoulders, as if regeneration was not taking place.

“Excellent.”

Words I never thought I would suddenly hear. I remembered the flavor text written on the armor I wore.

‘What even his blood relatives don’t know is that his intentions were not so pure.’

Why is she in front of me?

It was clear that there was something else going on. The trickster was easy to figure out.

“I never thought I’d be able to fight like this again…. “I’m glad.”

A satisfied smile appears on the girl’s face. It was a beauty that would take an average person’s breath away.

I couldn’t think like that.

It was because of the name he spat out, saying it was a good thing he came down.

“This is the first time something like this has happened since Lucilla.”

Lucilla. It was a name that should not have appeared originally, but the Blood Knight lost one arm.

I came down to this earth with selfish intentions and fought a satisfying fight. It was clear that the bleeding, the cuts, the burning pain, and the satisfaction were clouding her senses.

The name I brought up was just gibberish. A name that you wouldn’t normally hear even if you asked.

I looked at the blood knight blankly.

“What’s your name, blood bag?”

“… Llewelyn.”

“Llewelyn. “I’ll see you next time.”

It must be stopped. As a reflex, I lowered my posture and tried to approach, but the blood knight’s image disappeared the moment the fog seemed to distort.

It was as exciting as when it first appeared. With only traces of what had happened, I stood there blankly, pondering what I had just heard.

Lucilla.

A name that my older sister liked to use.

Even though I thought it couldn’t happen, that it couldn’t happen, I couldn’t get rid of the ominous feeling.

It was a place where the snowstorm was slowly clearing. In the midst of my mourning, I turned my head when I heard footsteps coming from behind me.

“Isla.”

A snow leopard hunter and a woman who inherited the lineage of the shapeshifters. She hesitated, looking very afraid of me.

I could understand why they were afraid. Now that she knows who she is, she probably thinks she’ll argue with it.

But I couldn’t afford it.

I looked back at Isla.

When Isla saw my face, her expression hardened and she stared at me with the same blank expression.

“Who is Lucilla?”

It would be common to say that you don’t know the answer, but Isla hesitated with her stern expression on her face and then opened her mouth.

The words that came out of her mouth gave me a feeling of déjà vu.

“Guardian of the Five Princes.”

The one who protected the five newly crowned princes after the five princes were murdered from the assassin who was a homunculus and the final boss of the first series of Grim Darker.

“Hero of the civil war.”

In 2, he was a hero who led the civil war to victory and restored peace.

“Benefactor of the Empire.”

In 3, he was the one who crushed the conspiracy of the three clans that was shadowing the empire.

To put it another way.

“Lucilla, protector of the nation.”

He was the main character.