I Became the Wrong Race

43 – Mourner on the Snowy Field (5)

What I did could not be considered an act of mercy.

Rather, it was closer to an action aimed at gaining profit. Although implicit, I and the mourner became allies.

A contract that if I grow up and become stronger than him, and if he wants to die, I will do so.

Until then, it was a tacit alliance that would lend strength and fight together.

At least he seemed to think so.

I could tell just by looking at him that he left the land littered with corpses and headed toward the forest.

He set up a new camp as if he was used to it and hovered nearby like a satellite, keeping his distance from us.

Of course, if it were a satellite, it would be closer to an artificial satellite. Isla and I fell asleep and when we woke up, we could see the logs we had put down in the corner of the camp.

That was, so to speak, the gratitude expressed by the mourner.

It was a tree that had been torn down with superhuman grip strength, but it was firewood that had been trimmed and dried well after being torn down.

If you just take care of it, it would be good to use as firewood. He often brought game with him, but he stopped doing so after Isla tried to catch more game as if they were competing.

Sometimes there were herbs picked from the forest on logs, and sometimes there were fruits similar to raspberries.

In that way, he became a part of mine and Isla’s lives.

The problem was that I felt guilty because the situation was like that.

In addition to his outstanding gathering ability, the middle-aged mourner was capable of hunting and, to some extent, self-sufficiency, although not as much as Isla.

There was no mention of Isla. I felt like if I was good at fighting, Isla was good at everything else.

“Eat. “Stew.”

If it’s cooking, it’s cooking, if it’s hunting, it’s hunting, and in addition to gathering, it can also track, but even if it’s not that, it knows how to do a lot of miscellaneous things.

“The cloak is torn. “Give it to me.”

“I wonder if this will be okay because it’s a magic cloak….”

“I have tools. Are you okay. “Give it to me.”

Isla even seemed to know how to sew. In her hands, the cloak regained its original neat appearance, as if the fierce battle had not happened.

It is threaded with a magic needle, connected, and made neatly through a process I am not sure about.

On the other hand, he was also good at other things.

“What are you doing?”

“Make an arrow.”

Unless she needed a smithy, like lead or iron bullets, she mostly prepared the bullets she used herself.

Arrow feathers were made from bird feathers caught in the forest, and as arrowheads, original metal pieces were used, or if that was not possible, bones were used.

She usually used wood as an arrowhead, but if she found any animal bones that she thought would be good, she also used them.

She packs those arrows tightly and puts them inside her cloak. I could feel the mass of arrows filling the cannibal baron’s cloak.

The remaining bones are used to make glue, and the leather is processed through a process that you cannot tell what is being done even after looking at it.

As I watched her prepare her supplies, I wondered if her title of Pillar West was too much for me.

If I were a beast, I would think of it as a domesticated dog, but even though I was a former domestic animal, I was not a pet.

I could now be said to be insectivorous.

It was a time when I was spending my days in a gloomy state, recalling the times when I lived with my older sister.

“Someone came.”

A small head suddenly came into the tent and spoke to me. When she secretly turned her head, she saw Isla.

She caught my gaze and perked up her ears and rolled her eyes.

“They say he’s from the Empire.”

“… “I’m leaving now.”

When she slowly stands up and turns her eyes to the side, she sees the status window. I looked at the time written on it.

[Play time: 9,091 hours]

It felt like it was really long. It wasn’t easy to do nothing for such a long time.

How on earth did I survive for a year?

I quietly listened to the sounds outside and went outside, shocked at the person I was a year ago who dreamed of escaping from prison.

I saw a familiar campsite.

There were all kinds of things centered around the unfolded tent.

A campsite with pots and well-maintained braziers on all kinds of workbenches used by Isla.

The campsite gradually improved as we stayed longer, but the campground, which was just the two of them, was now full of other people.

“It’s been a long time. Yes?”

Among them were some familiar faces. Melody, wearing colorful leather clothes and a cape, waves her hand with a smiling face.

I was happy to see a face for the first time in a while.

“Some things have come because the arrangement has been completed, but there are also things I want to leave behind. “It’s nice to see your face too.”

No, it might have been nice to finally be able to stop acting like a pillar. I smiled faintly.

“Then….”

“Before that!”

Clap, Melody claps her hands. Those next to her, staring at her with her strange eyes, flinch from the applause.

Ah, indeed. He was a minstrel.

You could probably use magic with your hands clapping. Pecking is normal. I tilted my head in agreement.

“Shall we tackle the important items that need to be dealt with first?”

This is an important agenda. I didn’t know so I forgot to ask, but there was someone who could take my place in that case.

“What is the important agenda?”

It was Isla. She asked as expressionlessly as always, but I don’t know why, but I felt like Melody’s voice had changed a little.

“It’s not that important to you. “Don’t you need formal identification?”

A type of nerve war I’ve never felt before. As they froze for no reason, the two women’s eyes fell as they stared at each other.

“Anyway! “I have prepared a position that I can formally give to you!”

“Position… ?”

“Yes, from now on you are the Heretic Questioner of our Heresy Inquisition.”

It was unexpected. It was also something that could never happen in a game.

A homunculus could never become an Inquisitor.

Even if it is known that the player is a homunculus, Melody belongs somewhere other than the Inquisition.

But, as a homunculus, I can become an Inquisitor at the Heresy Inquisition, and not just a guest?

Melody covered her mouth and laughed as she was frozen because it was something that was beyond common sense.

“Originally, you would have had to go through long tests and proofs, but the Heresy Inquisition highly praised your feat.”

The famous wizard killed the man-eating Baron.

In addition, he killed the leader of the rebellion and a powerful contractor who ran away, Starblade, and was survived by the Blood Knight.

In addition, he suppressed the warlock and directly suppressed the shapeshifters who were revealed to be soldiers of the three clans.

It seems that all of that is considered a feat. Even though some of them are painful memories.

“As a result, you have acquired the Heresy Inquisitor’s qualifications. Now, forward.”

As I followed Melody’s brilliantly guiding instructions and stepped forward, she grabbed my shoulder and gently pulled me down to sit down.

In the form of kneeling on one knee.

What is this?

“Big, hmm. Now, listen!”

My body is shaking. An unexpectedly loud vocalization. It was magic.

“Here, an imperial citizen takes orders! Take up the sword against injustice and evil karma! “You are willing to stand up and fight for the life and death of all human beings!”

Flashy and overly decorated speech and tone. While I was sitting blankly, I felt something building up in my body.

This is… buff?

“May good luck come to you, may an unbreakable spring flower bloom in your heart!”

A bard can use magic through speech in addition to song and melody. Like now.

I recognized the magic that was seeping into my body. Not because I felt magical power, but because of the content being recited and the action taking place in my body.

This was a spell called heroism.

A spell that suppresses fear and instills courage.

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Just as I had heard, I felt something welling up in my chest. A subtle sense of being able to do anything was spreading to my fingertips.

It was around the time when I could barely fathom that feeling.

“Let’s have a meal together later.”

Melody smiled and whispered in my ear before falling.

The sweet smell and Melody’s small figure move away. I looked up at that melody in a daze and then woke up.

“Well then, you are now officially an interrogator for our Heresy Inquisition.”

“What is changing?”

“Once you have a status to present, you will have discretion over punishment and imprisonment. “At least within the empire’s sphere of influence, there will be no interference with investigative activities.”

Although its sphere of influence only includes Marcie Cervan.

It was bittersweet to add, but it cannot be said that the outlook was all bad.

“If you do well and the empire starts sending support to us, our influence will expand quickly. “Then it will be quite useful.”

It feels like I received some startup stock.

When she nodded her head with a nervous feeling, Melody smiled brightly as she looked at my face.

“Okay then, shall we get to the point? “I have something to entrust to you.”

“Finally.”

“I will go with you.”

“I do whatever I want. “Because appointments are not under my jurisdiction.”

Isla speaks out loud, but Melody waves her hands slyly. It looks like she doesn’t care.

She opened her mouth, saying this is more important.

“A dungeon was discovered nearby. “It’s a dangerous dungeon that even New World outlaws won’t touch.”

Dungeon. It was a word I hadn’t heard in a long time.

“I want to get it done quickly, but… “I have to return to the Old Continent for a while.”

“Okay then.”

“This is a request, but it is also a test.”

Her narrowed eyes opened slightly and her golden eyes turned towards Isla.

Isla’s occupation is obviously that of a hunter. Thieves, bards, and hunters play important roles in her dungeon exploration.

She said while looking at Isla closely.

“Depending on the results of this dungeon exploration, the tasks assigned in the future will vary. I hope you do well.”

Isla just showed her dissatisfaction with her expressionless face, as if asking why she was looking.

Well, it was worth it.

“Let’s do our best at everything.”

This party’s dungeon expert was a mourner, not a hunter.

I was grateful that for the first time in a long time, I could return to the stagnant Llewelyn, rather than the pillar west Llewelyn.