I Became the Wrong Race

31 – Marci (3)

All of this was pure gambling.

The shapeshifter in front of me was stronger than me, and my guess was that he was a crazy person who could kill people for fun.

There weren’t many excuses that could work against such a being. I’m not skilled enough in fraud to be flexible and skillful in this situation.

Then, I had to try to win with the hand in my hand, but all the circumstances and information were leading me in this direction.

So much so that it occurred to me that I might be being induced.

However, I had no choice but to use it. At least my strengths were there.

Do not hesitate at the moment when you need to act, and if you have a plan, take action right away.

That was my advantage.

‘No, that…’ ‘Who sent you?’

The transformation tribe said.

Someone. A word that clearly means a being higher than oneself.

And the flavor text written on the ring that turns into a woman that I once saw.

It was clear that the power of the three clans was divided even within them.

If the forces are divided, there is no way that the shapeshifter who appears to be the last one knows all the superiors of the other forces.

In addition, the low hierarchy of this group of shapeshifters can be guessed based on who they are.

The fact that such a powerful being would be nothing more than a ‘subordinate’ or ‘soldier’ gave me goosebumps, but it wasn’t something I needed to worry about right now.

It is enough to worry before going to bed. So I thought I should seize the opportunity as big as possible.

This scam couldn’t last forever, so I had to make the most of it while I could.

The results were not bad.

“That’s… “It’s difficult.”

A shapeshifter who bows with an embarrassed expression. I acted as best as I could, hoping not to be caught by those shapeshifters.

This is the foolish and arrogant blood knight squire.

“Who on earth do you mean you can’t follow instructions?”

I keep asking, but there is no answer. This in itself suggests that the order is confidential to some degree. I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice.

“Do you want to taste the wrath of your blood relatives?”

That was the reason why I blocked out as much of the dialogue I saw in the game as possible. Fortunately, it worked.

“Well, that is…” “The Empress has commanded.”

In the end, the shapeshifter bowed in a way that was not appropriate for its huge size and answered like that.

However, there was something like a hidden attitude behind that appearance.

An attitude as if you could really stretch yourself like that after hearing the name of the Empress.

I had no choice but to close my mouth for a moment at that sight.

It wasn’t because the name Empress shocked me.

In fact, it was the opposite.

This was because I had never heard the name Empress while playing Grimm Darker.

But, on the contrary, her outstretched attitude was telling me something.

I’ve never heard of that name, but I’m sure he’s a huge figure to them.

So, as he froze, the shapeshifter added, looking a little puzzled.

“If you don’t believe it, you can check it for yourself.”

And if I check it for myself, does that mean I have no choice but to be convinced? I realized that the Empress was at least higher than the Blood Knight Lorian.

“There is no need for that. “No one like you would dare say nonsense using his name.”

“Thank you.”

He didn’t look very relieved. The appearance of the transformation group gave me the feeling that I expected that to happen.

Is it that much? Even though I put the name of the Empress on the list of people of interest, I gestured in an awkward manner.

“Then, report on the mission you were carrying out in this area. “I will see and judge for myself.”

*

Of course, it was impossible to receive a mission report in that back alley.

The shapeshifter guided the way, saying he would take us to the base, and Isla and I followed him and headed back to the port.

The gruesome deaths were still on display in the port. The night that was slowly coming scattered a brilliant scarlet light, and most of the deaths scattered around were colored in the same color.

I didn’t think it was beautiful. In fact, it was the opposite.

I could not possibly erase that ugliness. As I tried to turn my eyes away, the shapeshifter who was leading the way was smiling.

“… What?”

“It seems that Young Blood also likes my work.”

He called the death a work of art. Even to me, who is not very moral, this behavior was disgusting.

“That is quite a bit of work. If I fail, it’s ugly again, so I had to practice quite a bit. “It’s perfect for a pastime.”

Actually, I was curious about what these guys were thinking.

It was like that when I tried to purchase and play the new DLC.

What on earth do these three clans want and what are their goals?

Why in the world are you doing this kind of sh*t?

I was really curious about that.

It was like that when I was imprisoned for a year, and it was like that right before I jumped and fell headlong to the floor.

But there was no way to get the answer, so I was just pushing it out of my head….

I never thought I would have thought like this.

We still don’t know what the upper layer is, but if you look at the bottom water, you can guess the upper layer to some extent. I walked, suppressing the feeling of disillusionment rising inside me.

In the meantime, the shapeshifters continued to talk as if they were at a loss for words.

The topics of conversation were diverse.

How much time did it take to learn that javelin?

How annoying it was to break into their ship.

They also said that it was a hassle because the captain was a pretty good guy.

It was a story that I didn’t even want to know and was extremely irritated.

I needed a place to distract myself, but that wasn’t an option either. The outlaws, mercenaries, and murderers in the port were busy running away like mice encountering a wild beast whenever this shapeshifter passed by.

As I was passing along the open road, the shapeshifter soon turned his gaze to me.

“By the way, who is this compatriot accompanying you?”

To be exact, it passed by me and headed towards Isla.

“The Lord… “Are you like a mistress?”

It seemed that the setting that the transformed people recognized the same transformed people remained the same.

He saw right away that Isla was not a beastman but a shapeshifter.

What was surprising was that I assumed Isla’s status to be lower than mine, as if it were a given.

The reason was unknown. Is the status of the shapeshifters themselves lower than that of vampires?

So what about a necromancer? Is the Empress a necromancer?

As I hesitated to answer because I didn’t know much, the shapeshifter’s eyes turned to me. Even though his face cannot be seen because it is covered by a helmet, he seems to be trying to read his emotions.

Meanwhile, there was nothing good about me going against Isla’s feelings.

It is natural to not feel good to be treated as a slave, and I did not want to treat a colleague who treated me well even if I had only been with him for a short time as a slave.

“… Not really….”

I was just about to say no. I suddenly stopped, feeling a tingle in my spine.

Death was coming right behind. A pair of cool blue-gray eyes remind me of a cold murder. I stopped talking because I felt like I was getting a chill.

When I turned my head, I saw Isla. Isla is looking at me as if she wants to see what my answer will be.

Although he had the same expressionless expression as usual, I could tell the subtle meaning hidden in it.

“… Aha.”

But what did I feel there? The middle-aged shape-shifter smiled as if he understood and tapped my shoulder.

“Just one bed would be enough.”

With those words, the shapeshifter continued to guide.

It was a misunderstanding, but it wasn’t bad.

If I wanted to discuss something with Isla and make plans for the future, I needed to have a nearby place to stay.

If it is the same bed, the level of confidentiality will increase.

There will be less chance of being overheard.

By the time I had achieved mental victory, we were inside a building that looked like a wrecked ship.

“Now, please sit comfortably.”

“That’s it. “Let’s get straight to the point.”

A shapeshifter sitting down in a comfortable seat that has clearly been stolen. He tried to pour me a drink, but when I was refused, he blew on the bottle.

The flowing liquor wetted his beard, and he spoke only after emptying more than half of the bottle.

“What was the main point?”

It was a much more comfortable attitude. The boundaries and tensions that appeared at first seem to have disappeared.

Perhaps it was because Isla seemed to be my confidant or mistress.

Maybe it was because Isla seemed embarrassed. Either way, it was a perception worth capitalizing on.

So I gave up trying to warn him.

I wasn’t trying to protect the dignity of a blood knight, all I wanted to do was maximize the information I could extract from this opportunity.

I did my best to sound annoyed.

“Your mission. How is it going and what are you doing? Entire.”

“Ah, that’s right. That was it. That. But before that….”

A large figure sitting comfortably in a chair leans towards me. The pressure was unusual and I almost stiffened without realizing it, but I managed to hold it in.

Because it was obvious what this group of transformations was aiming for.

His golden eyes look at me blankly.

“I want to start by hearing about the mission that the young blood received.”

He was doubting me. Well, it was not possible to avoid suspicion just by killing the informant.

But fortunately I had an appropriate answer.

There is an answer that the henchmen of the other departments would not know.

“One homunculus escaped.”

“… Homunculus?”

This is a transformation group that makes your eyes widen for the first time. I leaned back towards him.

“He killed the Starblade, the Man-Eating Baron, and the remnants of the Inquiry School. “You know, right?”

A shocked middle-aged man. It was information that had to come into his information network.

Considering that all three of them are under the control of three clans, that information must be being shared in real time.

I took advantage of that.

“Blood Knight Lord Lorian believed that the homunculus might be related to Lucilla and ordered me to investigate.”

I committed fraud by selling my and my sister’s names.

“… “Do you mean Lucilla?”

“Are there any other Lucillas on the continent?”

“It was a bigger deal than I thought.”

The transformation tribe’s speech becomes polite again. He shook his head with a serious expression.

And like well-constructed voice phishing, it is impossible to determine its authenticity unless you try to find out.

I returned my body to the chair and gestured.

“Now speak. “What is your mission?”

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Then the transformation group became quiet. He was looking at me and Isla behind me.

“I’m not going to go somewhere and brag about it. “Say it.”

“… Melody.”

Melody? As my vague posture wavered for a moment, the shapeshifter ended his speech in tension.

“The goal is to drag out Melody the golden oriole and kill it.”

That was something I didn’t expect at all.