I Became the Wrong Race

32 – Marcie (4)

It was night when everything was over.

It was a time when the sea was cold at night and corpses were still lying around.

I was at an inn not far from the ship I was on a little while ago.

To be exact, it was once an inn, but has now been hijacked and is being used as a base for the three clans.

I was now in the best room in the inn.

The bed was soft. I don’t know what kind of fur was inside, but it felt comfortable and warm as my body was buried.

But it didn’t make me drowsy or comfortable. I was in a daze, unable to sleep.

It wasn’t because there was only one room or one bed.

The situation was too miserable for me to be excited by the fact that there was a woman sleeping right next to me.

I looked up at the ceiling blankly.

‘My mission is to kill Melody, the golden oriole.’

The transformation tribe said so. The purpose was explained in detail, but it was clear even without saying it.

Melody was Lucilla’s right hand woman. She was a bard, dueling scholar who reached level 20, and a well-trained swordsman.

Considering the plans of the three clans she had destroyed with Lucilla and the soldiers of the three clans she had killed, the circumstances in which she intended to kill them seemed like that.

If it were a game, I would have saved it and passed it on to experience what happens if you let it die at least once.

This was reality. At least that’s what I believe.

When melody dies, it does not come back. The same goes for the things I killed, as well as the corpses that are rotting and being dismembered on the shore right now.

The lives they have carried and the traces they have lived will be swept away by the sea breeze.

Thinking about it made me feel nauseous. I felt bad. I couldn’t close my eyes due to impatience that I couldn’t understand why.

Of course, you have a healthy body even if you don’t sleep. She didn’t really need to sleep.

But for some reason, I instinctively thought that I had to sleep.

I felt that my spirit would not be able to overcome my subordinate.

It was a time when I was stuck in the bondage of having to do that even though I couldn’t do it, and was wandering around for a while.

“Can’t sleep?”

Suddenly, I heard something. I sighed.

“Yes.”

It was only after spitting it out that I thought, oh no. Isla hates melodies.

I don’t know the exact reason, but he uses that as an excuse to say mean things to me or tell me to choose between Melody and himself.

Isla was a person who knew how to choose time and place. Only she heard a rustling sound.

“Because you care?”

“… Little.”

“Then do you want to touch it?”

That’s not what bothered me. The situation was too serious for me to be excited about sleeping with a woman, and I had already gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as my older sister.

It was difficult when I was in middle school, but it was a harmless stimulus to me, who was armed with steely beliefs and ego.

I shook my head.

“It’s okay. “It’s not that I don’t like your tail.”

“… “It’s not a tail.”

I was shocked and stiffened, but soon realized it was a joke and pretended not to hear. Then the rustling sound was heard again.

When I turned my head, blue-grey eyes were shining in the darkness.

Isla was lying on her stomach and looking at me. The eyes that met each other still seemed emotionless.

“No one is watching.”

It may be incomprehensible to hear it straight, but I had just gained some understanding of the woman named Isla.

“And no one will be listening.”

If we were going to discuss it, now was the right time. I was lying down straight and staring at the ceiling.

I heard many noises in my ears. A low-level shapeshifter who drinks alcohol on the first floor of an inn, a prisoner, a hired thug, and a murderer.

There are mercenaries, and there are lost adventurers and wizards. Although it was an uncoordinated force, it was not of poor quality. The quality was quite excellent.

It was a force to kill Melody.

More than 40 people were gathered to kill just one person.

Can that number of people kill Melody?

If it were a game, I would have answered that it would depend on which side I was playing, but now it was different.

It can definitely kill you. It was a combination that could rightly be called a well-honed blade.

I smiled helplessly.

“The strength of the melody lies in excellent reflexes and agility… And it comes from swordsmanship.”

It was almost like talking to herself, but Isla perked up her ears with her face half buried in her blanket.

“It is good at using magic and basic curses and enhancements from whistling, but in fact, the reason Melody is called a golden oriole is because of its skill and speed.”

As a new beastman, he has a naturally light body and agile movements.

Combined with her extreme swordsmanship and the magic of a bard using whistles and eloquence, she was truly a powerhouse.

Although he may not be at the level of a first-line colleague like his series perfect attendance colleague ‘Scorching Ball’, he is at a level where he can both deal and support when taking on bosses and protect the back row in normal times.

The key to her build was none other than agility.

Ability that encompasses senses and reflexes. Melody increases her defense with agility, makes her attacks hit with agility, and increases her attack power with agility.

In other words, she becomes weak without agility.

And the plans of the three clans were so effective that I thought that if I had met Melody as an enemy, she would have chosen the same method.

“We will block that speed with magic, and use mercenaries, shapeshifters, beastmen, and adventurers to steal their energy and block their routes of escape.”

Then, there is no way for the melody to escape. She will use spells, use her skills, and drain her energy to somehow find a way out.

Waiting at the end was the executioner.

“Then he will come to kill you at the end.”

An unknown shapeshifter. A middle-aged man who could only be told by an informant that it was a bear.

Once he appears and finishes the melody, the rest is obvious.

The neck will be destroyed, the body will be eaten, and all the excellent magical items you have will be distributed.

Once the melody disappeared, the rest was obvious.

Lucilla, known as the Protector of the Country, will become a one-armed person without a right arm, and the empire’s means of opposing the three clans will gradually diminish and even cease to resist.

Then Grimdarker will become a truly bleak and dark world.

Everything that happened in this city right now was just laying the groundwork for that.

It was clear that I had heard this from none other than the shapeshifter himself.

Kill all informants and heresy interrogators sent for the purpose of investigation.

Also, if you eliminate the reinforcements sent by the empire without even realizing it.

In the end, the melody would come someday, so they were aiming for that.

It was also a trap that could not be avoided even if one knew about it. Since his feet were tied up at the border of Ho, the only thing he could do was move his right arm.

Even if you somehow find out the intention and send it to save the melody, problems arise.

You can continue the plans of the three clans in the neglected new continent. Without anyone’s interference.

And no one other than the three clans knew what was waiting at the end.

No matter how well I know about Grimm Darker.

Either way, it had to be stopped.

But can I do it? Would I be able to subdue an army of 40 people while suppressing an opponent who is stronger than me?

It wasn’t realistic. It almost seems like a question of whether I die or whether Melody dies.

No, actually.

Even if I die, there is no guarantee that it will be resolved, so it could be said that it is a question of whether me and Melody die together, or whether only Melody dies.

It is a gloomy thought. Thoughts that are not like me. As I burst out laughing, Isla, who was lying face down on the bed, stretched out her tail and tickled my cheek.

“What do you want to do?”

A mumbling voice buried in a blanket. I stared at the ceiling blankly at the sound of Isla’s voice.

It was a ceiling made of wood. The tree’s unique patterns were clearly visible.

I thought that if I became a monster, everything would be comfortable and easy. It wasn’t like that.

Even becoming a monster was difficult. It was something that couldn’t be done with just force.

When I was fighting the black magician, I thought everything would go my way because I had the power.

“Tell me.”

“… “I want to destroy everything with ease.”

It was a waste of time and energy to think about it. In my mind, I wanted to crush and crush anything that was blocking me with transcendent power.

I didn’t have the strength to do that. That wasn’t enough power. That made me conflicted.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with an answer, so it was a pointless conflict.

“Can’t you?”

Isla suddenly leaned her body towards me. As he got closer to her, he could smell her faintly good scent.

Is it possible to be a hunter only if you have this good taste? I think I’ll get caught because of the nice smell. As I pushed away my momentary thoughts, Isla moved closer and almost poked the tip of her nose against my cheek.

It was very close. Aren’t you embarrassed? I was both pleased and strange at the fact that she was closer to me than my older sister.

“Because I don’t have enough strength.”

Like in shonen cartoons, power was not given to you when you wanted it.

Although there were such people in the world, homunculi were creatures without charm or inspiration.

It was not possible to suddenly ignite a flame on the battlefield and turn the tide of battle, or to slaughter everyone by demonstrating transcendental swordsmanship with sudden power.

Only humans were capable of such a thing. The transcendentals only recognized the potential that humans had. The created homunculus was not even considered.

“Okay then.”

While I was wondering what to do, Isla said.

“If the imperial ship comes again, how about killing it then?”

When I turn my head, its tail gently starts to tickle my wrist. The tip of his nose was still pressed against my cheek.

The eyes were close. His eyes were very serious.

“But that bastard is stronger than me….”

“It’s hard to use your strength properly when you’re on your stomach. Even more so if you are not familiar with the ship. “If something goes wrong, it’s not a bad idea to run away.”

I am good at swimming. What Isla said made me think of a swimming snow leopard for a moment, but then I became conflicted.

It was a conflict that would not last long. That’s right too.

“If you do it badly, I will die with you.”

This was because Isla said that in her usual calm voice.

Even though it wasn’t a very logical or persuasive story, it was something that made me stop thinking for a moment.

It was extremely extreme, but at the same time, it was a joke that made you think that way.

Anyway, I am a homunculus, so I won’t die unless my head is cut off.

Wouldn’t it be right to try something?

“I guess so.”

Isla fell slightly. When I turned her head, Isla was placing her V, which she had made with two of her fingers, against the side of my cheek.

It’s cute.

“Thank you.”

Then you hear a rustling sound. Isla covers herself with a blanket and curls up with her body. I looked at that woman for a while and then closed her eyes.

As soon as the next morning came, I planned to go and find her transformation family.