I Became the Wrong Race

29 – Marcie (1)

“Do you like children?”

It follows, nudging its side with its tail. I didn’t even try to reply.

“Do you like children like that?”

Or something like that.

“Are you a pervert?”

Or something.

“Pervert.”

I couldn’t stay still after hearing him say

. There were too many things to refute.

“First of all, Melody is an adult.”

Actually, this is also close to an estimate, but there is a high possibility that it is true.

The time gap between Grimm Darker’s first and second works was one year, and the time gap between the second and third works was three years.

Melody, who appears in the second work, was 15 years old, so I thought she would be at least the same age as me at this point.

Of course, there is no time gap between the main part of Part 3 and the DLC, and I wouldn’t know it if it hadn’t been that long since I became possessed.

Anyway, I firmly believed that Melody was a saint.

“Two, I never said I liked melody.”

“I’m already calling your name. “You like that kind of little kid, right?”

It’s like this again. I sighed but couldn’t say anything.

Considering that this conversation was repeated several times, it was understandable. It took superhuman patience just to not sigh.

But who am I?

Isn’t he a warrior who climbed the highest and most honorable line and led them to victory among teammates who felt more like orphans than me?

I spoke with barely suppressed words, just like I did before eating the chaegeum.

“I asked you to call me Mel. “I think just the fact that you don’t call it that proves it.”

It seems that even Isla had nothing to say in response to those words. She became quiet for no reason and pressed her long fingers against my cheek.

“Then do you like me or him?”

What kind of blatant words are these? I didn’t bother to answer. Isla was upset about that and kept harassing me.

Even that had to stop at some point.

It was already a city.

The wind blowing was salty. There was something strangely humid and strangely stinging.

It was an unfamiliar wind to me, who had never been to the sea in my life, but I was able to infer it from the explanation I heard.

It was the sea.

It is the only city in the New World next to the sea, and a port intentionally built for expeditions to the New World.

Even though I wasn’t even close, I could tell there was an ocean. Even I, who have never been to the sea in my life, know this.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

As Isla said, everyone had no choice but to go through this port unless they had a ‘high-speed delivery’ through the sky like me.

As a result, various aspects of the city emerged from the entrance.

Wizard, mercenary, murderer.

There are people who appear to be beastmen, but may be shapeshifters, and even nobles who appear to have arrived after being driven out of the continent for political reasons.

It was different from the places I had visited in the New World so far.

There was no feeling of being narrow or limited to one faction.

A city so vast that it could be called a city with a diverse population of people from diverse forces.

It was Marsi, the only port in the New World.

“Leave it to me. “I will definitely take care of you, unlike the woman who passed it on to you.”

I don’t know why, but Isla’s opposition to her melody ignited her spirit and she tried to somehow prove her own usefulness to me.

That opportunity never came.

Contrary to what she said about how crispy it was, it was different from her previous memories right from the entrance.

“Two silver coins.”

Contrary to the saying that there were no managers, there were gatekeepers who collected tolls from the entrance.

“That inn? “It burned down and disappeared a long time ago.”

The inn where Isla said she knew him and could provide information, lodging, and food has long since disappeared.

“If it were those guys, they would have backed off. Or maybe he was murdered.”

Even the people who Isla said had come by boat with her and settled here had disappeared.

As the sun was setting, Isla had a gloomy expression with her ears that had always perked up drooping.

“I am useless.”

“Not to that extent.”

“She will be more useful than me.”

“… That.”

“Why don’t you deny it? “Are you crying?”

Unfortunately, all of her information and supply networks in this city had been neutralized.

If she were such a huge celebrity, it could be considered an attack aimed at her, but considering the situation in her New World.

I thought this would be close to simple weeding out the weak. To that extent, the port city of Marcy came across as quite different from my first impression.

Even if you look just a little bit into the city, you can see that.

Everyone walking on the road was alert and alert.

Sometimes the object of caution is each other, and sometimes it is a force that one cannot suppress.

Anyway, it was true that they were ready to fight at any time.

It was a pity for Isla, but the depressed atmosphere explained a lot.

This place reminded me of an empire in the midst of a civil war.

A place where violence is common, people are kicked, and those who cannot protect themselves die.

I didn’t think I could get the information under favorable conditions.

It was also an unfamiliar type of environment for me.

No matter what my current body shape is, the place I lived was a place with good security, and the place where I was possessed for a year was like a greenhouse where violence was emasculated.

I didn’t really know how to behave in a place like this.

I experienced the second series of civil wars, but I couldn’t behave the same way as in the game.

This was because I could see the actions of the people passing in front of me, their heartbeats, and their facial expressions.

I was immersed in this situation. Because I am experiencing it myself.

I couldn’t kill people passing by for experience points like when playing a game, and I couldn’t just ignore them after hearing their circumstances.

Furthermore, something happened not long ago.

I thought I was luring the warlocks, but in fact, I was being lured in the opposite direction.

The melody even used the mistake I made back then as information.

There were many restrictions to act hastily. These were restrictions I placed on myself.

This time, I wanted to approach it as perfectly as possible. Be flawless and make sure I don’t make any mistakes.

That’s why I relied on Isla.

“I’m sorry.”

Isla said that with even her ears drooping.

What can I say to that? I sat with Isla in front of the broken fountain and tapped her shoulder.

“What is there to be sorry about? “This is not something you could have predicted.”

We knew nothing about Marcie. It was a port city, and I knew nothing about it except that the intelligence department had been wiped out.

All of Isla’s information networks were neutralized, and I had no experience in the New Continent before I could use her gaming knowledge.

I thought there might be some inference that could be made, but even that was vague.

It was a difficult situation. I was struggling for a while because I didn’t know where to start.

Suddenly a commotion spread from the square. The commotion extending all the way to the direction from which the sea breeze blows had its own direction.

A commotion as if leading to the sea. I stood up holding Isla’s hand and led the limp snow leopard to the sea.

In addition to loud noises, people shouting, and busy talking, the air is dizzy.

I came across that embarrassing scene. Isla’s tail tickling her wrist or her cold hand held tightly as she made her way through the crowd.

I didn’t know why. I just had an instinctive feeling that something was waiting for me on the beach.

However, even while crossing the crowd and weaving through the procession, I was not free from the sounds I heard.

“It’s a boat. “The ship has arrived.”

“It’s a ship from the Old World! “It’s an imperial ship!”

“Empire?”

“Shouldn’t we run away?”

“Run away!”

Despite the dizzying noises, no one actually ran away. I soon found out why.

When I finally reached the beach, what filled my vision was a huge sailing ship.

A huge sailing ship decorated with the imperial flag and made of high-quality wood and magic.

I stopped, feeling as if I was being weighed down by its enormous majesty. But if I thought about it, I quickly realized that wasn’t the case.

What weighed me down and gave me a feeling of intimidation was not simply an anchored ship.

It was something that split the ship in two and stuck in its center.

It was too unfamiliar to recognize the moment I saw it. After looking at it for a long time, I realized that it was some kind of projectile.

A huge arrow that can only be fired from a siege weapon such as a ballista or siege paddle. It was splitting the ship in two and sinking it.

Who were the people on board? When I turned my head, I could even see the sailor’s whereabouts. They were ‘on display’ not far from the ship.

And I knew who they were as soon as I saw them.

“Llewelyn.”

The gloom in Isla’s voice is lifted. Since that wasn’t the situation, it was closer to not being pampered anymore.

The situation was serious. Anyone could see that it was like that.

But it was especially serious for us.

“… “f*ck.”

These were not words that came out of my mouth, but as they were said, it was a situation worthy of being criticized.

I saw countless corpses skewered and displayed on the docks.

Those who were standing upright had their heads cut off or cut off, and some of them had their heads blown open as if they had no heads at all.

The costumes were varied, but it was immediately apparent that this was intentional.

The spies of the Empire’s Intelligence Department were wiped out, the people who were supposed to assist them, the soldiers and wizards sent by the Empire.

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They were all dead, like decorations on a dock.

His face was distorted into a miserable expression by the javelin piercing his body from below.

The horrific exhibitions that affected both men and women, young and old, all had something in common.

It was alive until it was displayed at this location.

It was an action of incredible power beyond imagination.

Only then did I realize the identity of what had broken the ship in two.

It was a javelin.

A miracle so large and powerful that it cannot be performed by human power, and probably only a being beyond humans can perform.

While I was watching that, I belatedly took Isla’s hand and left her place.