I Became the Wrong Race

Chapter 33

33 – Marcie (5)

“… Did you say homunculus?”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged man stared at me blankly. The emotion I could read from the way he looked at me was embarrassment.

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“We didn’t have that information. Are you sure?”

“It is certain. After boarding the next imperial ship, the homunculus escapes and joins the Patriots.”

“If the information is certain, it is okay, but….”

He didn’t seem to trust me. He was doubtful about whether my information was accurate.

I was able to persuade him just by showing my anger and being lethal.

“Lord Lorian lost his armor to that bastard and one of his arms to that bastard. “You’re not saying you’re going to take the punishment of your blood relatives, are you?”

“No, no. Is that possible? Just….”

A middle-aged person who worries about making a mistake. I stared at him silently.

In the end, he had no choice but to accept my offer. That was why he boarded the ferry at the harbor when dawn came.

“Are you coming with your concubine?”

“After all this time, I know how to take care of my body. “We also worked together for a long time.”

“I understand.”

It was going as Isla said and planned. She and I both agreed that this shapeshifter had to be put away.

Even though Isla personally dislikes Melody, she does not deny that her survival has a huge impact on our survival.

So she dug a trap for her to save her. Killing the leader of the transformation tribe on board where it is difficult to properly demonstrate power.

There are times when I wonder if it is possible, but right now I don’t think about it any more than necessary.

It was already happening. I couldn’t tell the woman who even pledged to die with me that I thought it would be too much.

It was close to the feeling that things should happen as they happen. It wasn’t a negative ‘whatever happens happens’.

Rather, it was closer to a positive meaning that somehow things would work out. I felt much lighter.

I never thought it would be so comforting to hear that someone is risking their life for me. I boarded the ferry with feelings I had never felt before.

“Let’s stir together.”

“Ah, young blood did something like this….”

“That’s it. “It’s for the mission.”

Isla was quiet while the shapeshifters and I rowed. She stayed silent behind me, not perking her ears or wagging her tail.

Perhaps because of the possibility that she might die, she was the quietest she had been today. Maybe I was half asleep.

Either way, her presence gave me a sense of stability.

Thanks to this, I was able to strengthen my will even as I watched the sailing ship slowly approaching.

Get on the ferry next to the stopped sailboat. As you climb onto the boat along the lowered rope, the feeling of instability unique to the shaking boat shakes your posture.

Nevertheless, as I held on with great sense, someone approached me.

“You’re here.”

He was a human being with an ordinary appearance. He may not have been of high status, but he was dressed like an ordinary sailor.

He had a hatchet at his waist, and he had something like a rope wrapped around his body.

Two tools that are clearly used for work. But behind him lay the corpse of a strangled sailor and his head broken by an axe.

This was what the three clans were afraid of. I don’t know what the principle was, but I was able to easily supply the traitor.

It felt close to infection. Having been secretly promised something from them, they secretly prepare for betrayal and work for the three clans.

It didn’t matter whether I knew it or not. I hid my bitter expression under my helmet.

“The sentry was subdued. What should I do?”

Then the shapeshifter glances back at me. He looked at me and said.

“There must be new cargo or personnel in here. “I’ll look at him first.”

I felt like my business was given priority. Did you think I would be a bother if I didn’t do that?

Or maybe they wanted to get rid of the homunculus first because it would interfere with their work.

It was unnecessary consideration. I rolled my eyes and looked to the side.

Isla moves her feet anxiously, but stops when she notices my gaze.

Her tail fluttered out of the corner of her eye.

Her presence gave me courage. When he turned his head, I placed my hand on the hilt of his sword.

Learned, knowledge injected directly into my brain.

Weapon skills that go beyond beginners and can be considered experts in their own right.

One of them is swordsmanship. I held the sheath with my left hand and moved it to stand vertically.

And Balgeom. The blade coming out of the scabbard did not make a sound.

The gaze of the sailor who was looking at me was glued to the blade of the sword.

Make the most of situations that are not abnormal even when the sword is drawn and the advantage of surprise.

My body moved organically.

Hold the sword you want to draw straight, and instead of stepping forward with one foot, cross the positions of both feet. The left hand rises toward the hilt of the sword, and only then does the sheath rattle.

He raised the sword held diagonally horizontally and stepped forward with his right foot.

Snap!

The blade of the swung sword slices at the wrist that Knapul reflexively raises.

Kwasik!

The blade of the sword is stuck in the neck. The blade stuck in my neck gets caught in my neck and stops for a moment.

It’s blocked. However, there is a flame following Geomro straight away. At the moment the shapeshifter hurriedly turns around.

Sahahahahah, Kaaang!

The flames coat the blade and advance, slitting the throat. Until it reaches the shapeshifter next to it.

Then, sparks flew in all directions. I saw a shapeshifter blocking my blade and being pushed back.

Embarrassment, shock, betrayal. He quickly digests all the emotions that appear on his face with a single, firm expression.

Our eyes met. The moment his bright yellow gold eyes met my gray eyes, he and I moved at the same time.

Return the sword. Crosscut again. The javelin melts and flies away. He grabbed his now empty hand.

A ringing sound and a rushing fist. Strength was an ability that represented strength, and therefore had a great influence on speed.

As soon as he turns his head, his fist, which appears pitch black blending in with the night, narrowly misses. The pressure of the wind follows and whips the body.

What greeted him as he dug in was a lead bullet that flew like a whistle.

Isla’s precise strike fired from a catapult.

It cannot be avoided. So, instead of avoiding it, the shapeshifters caught it with their bodies.

The final fate of the lead bullet could be known by the sound of the lead bullet ringing between the teeth. But, just like that, he gets pushed away.

I rushed towards him. Every time I swung the sword, sparks came rushing in, and instead of taking out the javelin, he wrapped something like fur around his arm.

Kaaang!

I blocked the sword strike and deflected it. Although the fire on his fur may sting for a moment, he did not hesitate.

The bare hands and the blade clashed several times.

Those who were asleep wake up to that noise. I was led out.

Shouts, bells, and astonished commands from experienced sailors who were able to sleep soundly even on the turbulent sea were mixed together.

What caught their eyes was a fight between two monsters. Me and the transformation people. Sword and beast arms.

Kang, Kang!

I felt a sense of disappointment as I watched the shapeshifters effortlessly parry and deflect every sword blow.

He was even blocking the attacks of catapults flying towards him by tilting his head or throwing them away with his arms.

Strong. More than I thought.

But there is no way back. The moment the sword swing is blocked, he is kicked in the abdomen and pushed away. It was the ship’s railing that caught me as I slid across the deck.

“… This.”

Before we knew it, we were surrounded. The sailors were armed and aimed at us.

I didn’t know whether it was the Empire’s intelligence department or not, but I was certain that it belonged to the Empire. The golden blade created by someone who appeared to be a wizard proved it.

A golden blade that even the man-eating baron used.

“Why are you doing this?”

As I gazed at that brilliance, a shapeshifter shouted.

“What on earth is there to do things like this…” “No, no.”

The middle-aged shapeshifter laughed.

“Were you that homunculus?”

He realized that all the lies I told were lies mixed with truth.

That’s why I didn’t notice it until now.

I wore the Precious Blood over my dark red armor as if to show off.

“The Guardian and the Golden Oriole sent me! “These shapeshifters and insiders are the cause of the disappearance of the advance team one after another!”

The sailors were shocked and stiffened by the words shouted. They looked at the shapeshifters, and the shapeshifters bent their necks left and right.

The aim was obvious. He noticed it too.

If there is a shapeshifter in front of you and a being shouting to protect the nation, it is right to first subdue the shapeshifter, who can only be an enemy.

It is not too late to provide an explanation.

In addition, they were on board. A space where it is difficult to fully demonstrate one’s physical strength.

Even though he was inevitably at a disadvantage, he remained calm.

“Is that okay?”

His tone of voice changed when he realized who he was. He was a skilled warrior. Boy has gone through as many struggles as his age.

I could feel it in his leisurely lowered arms.

“Now that I’ve tried it, I’m convinced. You… “You can’t beat me.”

Like a seasoned warrior, he understood my strength.

“I don’t know how the shapeshifters back there cooked it, but it won’t make any difference whether it’s there or how many beggars are here. No matter how much you’ve been stabbed by a man-eating baron or a star blade….”

Ttuduk, muscles swell. The sounds coming from the shapeshifter’s body sounded somewhat eerie.

“Because you can’t win against me.”

Those words reminded me of someone.

Lorian, a blood knight, was barely defeated due to the magic reflux phenomenon of a ring that changed gender and abilities.

He was something that his original body could not possibly overcome.

Like gambling, defeating it with the dungeon’s hidden reward was the most likely.

If it weren’t for the magical backflow, we would have lost, and we would have lost even if the Star Blade wasn’t there. That’s what I knew best.

I was not at a level where I could fight against the three clans.

“But you know what? I am just a soldier. Oh, you don’t have to worry about whether it’s okay to say something like this. “It doesn’t matter if everyone dies anyway.”

A confident tone with a confident tone. Even though it is the Empire that has surrounded them, they cannot move hastily.

It was worth it.

“I can escape by killing everyone here, so I’m just a soldier. “Do you think that makes sense?”

The middle-aged man let out a laugh and sighed.

“But it’s true.”

I knew what he wanted to say. He wasn’t very good at speaking like me.

This is what I am saying indirectly….

“Surrender. Even if you ruined the clan’s legacy and ruined your blood relatives… “Isn’t it a bit of a stretch to think you should die because of that?”

It was a suggestion.

He was generously telling me to surrender and come under the three clans.

“Come under me. I am also a soldier, but I can also find local collaborators. You can also recommend him as a soldier. By now, all these modifications… “You can make it like it never was.”

The middle-aged eyes are directed at me. He called me young blood.

In other words, even though I was a vampire, I looked young. He must have looked like a snot.

As a middle-aged man, he was giving me opportunities. He wanted to save the foolish, young fool.

Why, why?

“I like strong guys. I also like people who become strong… A guy with cunning is also good. “I hate weaklings.”

Because the work I had done was impressive.

“Although the damage you have caused is extensive, it can still be repaired. Especially if you are a homunculus.”

Those were strange words. The next words were also like that.

“Unlike Lucilla, you have a chance.”

He sincerely tried to persuade me.

But it sounded a little different to me.

“Lucilla.”

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Ho Kuk-gyeong, Lucilla.

A trace of my older sister, and someone who might be my older sister.

I heard her say that I was following the same path as her.

As I slowly lowered the sword, the shapeshifter’s eyes were staring at me.

Why did that happen?

Why did my sister make that choice?

I didn’t know.

Do I have to live here?

Or because you thought it was right?

When I closed my eyes, my sister came to mind. My sister who taught me a lot and raised me.

My sister always had a smiling face.

My older sister was a person. And since he was a human being, he had natural instincts.

Wanting to help people in need and thinking that it is better for people to live than to die.

I was like that too. Even though he became a monster, he was still like that. It was right for people to live rather than die, and when I saw someone in need, I reached out my hand without even realizing it.

It wasn’t because someone taught it. Because that was my instinct.

Everyone helps those in need.

And the three clans were not people.

I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to achieve or what I’m aiming for.

It was clear that it would not be good for people.

People will die in cruel ways.

And I didn’t like it.

I wanted to stop it if I could.

It was the same even now.

So I tightly held the sword that was hanging down.

He raised the hilt of his sword with both hands high and aimed the tip of the sword at the shapeshifters.

And sometimes actions speak louder than a thousand words.