I Became the Wrong Race

51 – And the Dragon (4)

An attack that tears at those who are closer to death, st

The voice that rang in my ears beyond reason was immediately stuck in my mind.

Mortality.

A word that symbolizes the opposite of immortality, something that will inevitably be destroyed, and finite life.

Additionally, it was a common name for beings that the father loved and cherished. Neril Mayus was able to find traces of his father through the pain that pierced his soul.

In addition, I realized that this attack was something that could not be blocked.

The body of that pretender was so tattered that it could be considered death itself.

The flesh he tore and released himself was a wound that would have killed any human being.

So it could be said that he was very close to death.

Nerilmaeus, she was just as close to death.

She is a necromancer. What she chose as her path to immortality was not to overcome death, but to ignore it.

It is different from the vampires being immortal with the essence of life and the shapeshifters being immortal with infinite changes.

It was close to weaving life and death using the dragon’s innate powerful magic power and soul like a thread.

Therefore, her body was always immortal, but it was no different from always being dead.

Other necromancers were the same.

By the logic that things that are already dead cannot die, necromancers achieved immortality in that way.

Of course, there was no way it could stand with that technology. A crack engraved in the soul breaks the connection between spirit and body, and the body that has endured for an infinite amount of time is torn apart.

A crack running like a broken mirror. Like a rock thrown into a quiet winter lake, it collapses from the point where the first crack occurs.

The time given is not long. A huge soul and magical power sustain her body

What can we do in the meantime?

Her one remaining eye turned towards the real person.

‘Revenge.’

For whom and what revenge?

Naturally, the questions that follow are buried and disappear. Countless ways to kill come to mind.

Most people can’t put it into practice because their bodies are falling apart.

There were several ways to do it even now.

Breath, bite, chew and swallow.

It is also possible to crush it with your chin. If that wasn’t the case, they could have crushed the entire body using its collapsing body.

So kill it. Must be killed Despite the thoughts that came to mind, the woman was unable to move quickly.

Because there was no rationality in the madman’s actions

She stopped with emotion, not rationality.

She was just immersed in her situation and her miserable end.

‘Ah, father.’

The crack running through her body, the power that widens the crack.

The intense power she called her mortality had a touch that was very familiar to her.

The power of her father her her, who one day took her compatriots and turned them into necromancers, and shaped the children who passed her life in sorrow as her life ended.

The power to control life and death.

The energy flowing through his body she was like that.

Her neck she was blown off. So she died. She closed her eyes and saw life disappear and the spirit and body separate.

She tried to write as undead.

However, before she could raise her magical power, the spirit and body were connected again.

Life was formed again and rose. That means only one thing.

“Ah… Father…”

My father looked down on me and cared for me.

“Father, why?”

Nerilmaeus shed tears. The dragon screamed as tears flowed from its one remaining eye, soaking the floor.

It gradually collapses. There was also a limit to holding on to the soul.

“Why have you abandoned us?”

The body sinks where the soul escapes. The scales that were once as strong as a castle and more tenacious than armor crumble into a handful of dust.

As he collapsed like that, Nerilmaeus was seen for the last time.

A person who looks at himself with a painful expression.

“… “Father.”

She unconsciously closed her eyes at that gaze and the compassion on her face.

At the end of the endless wait, she finally met her father again.

*

A dragon in mourning. I lowered my hand shakily, remembering the phrase that appeared before my eyes.

[Your level has increased.]

I wasn’t happy about the message that came to mind once more.

There were many questions, many things remained unresolved, and the situation could not be considered completely over.

“… “He’s dead.”

There were still enemies left.

“What on earth happened?”

The question came from a girl. Someone who only looks like a girl, but was originally closer to an adult male.

Blood Knight Lorian. She was staring at my neck while holding her true sword in her left hand.

“He was clearly decapitated. Confirmed she was dead. As long as you were a bag of blood, you had no choice but to die.”

There wasn’t a single one of her men left behind her. Those who remained were also dying. This is because the energy of death spread by Nerilmaeus has eaten away at his body

So what about Isla and Mourner? As she rolled her eyes, Isla was rubbing the area around her eyes, and Mourner was watching her blood knight not far away.

Both look fine. Is it because both Nerilmaeus and the Blood Knight gave priority to me?

“But you came back to life.”

I looked at her, listening to her her, her her blood knight her, her her. All she has left is herself.

Can we win?

I thought there was nothing that wouldn’t work.

I have risen two levels in this dungeon, and mourning brings a deep sense of fatigue and exhaustion to my body.

Still, you can fight because you won’t die. Even though I’ve used up all my chances, my homunculus body won’t collapse if I mourn one more time.

I clenched and unclenched my fists and made eye contact with Blood Knight Lorian.

Red eyes that are serious yet somewhat upright. Unlike before, she had a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“… She felt her father’s energy. The technique you used to kill Nerilmaeus… “I felt my father in both aspects of your life.”

A look of great hesitation. When I remained silent, she pursed her lips and spoke.

“Speak without lies. You… Have you met your father?”

A different tone is mixed with the question. Did you think I might be the father?

The slight politeness in his voice proved that.

I thought about Lorian’s question for a while.

I told you not to lie. He probably thinks I might act like a father like I did to Nerilmaeus.

It’s not that I didn’t think about it at all, but I didn’t really want to.

It seems like I’m not good at lying. So I rolled my eyes.

“… “Answer me quickly.”

The girl lightly stamped her right foot on the floor, perhaps in distress. It seemed to be an unconscious action.

I opened her mouth while looking at her anxious expression.

“Maybe.”

“… “Maybe?”

“Is there a reason for me to answer?”

That’s right. Lorian closed her mouth tightly.

“Does not exist. But I wish you would answer.”

She depended entirely on my mercy.

It’s not because I have the loyalty to answer. The reason stemmed from a fun discussion we had a while ago.

She knew that I enjoyed the fight, and she knew that I enjoyed it even though I was dead.

“I don’t like it.”

What remains is her personal personality.

From the beginning, she seemed to enjoy fighting with me.

She didn’t stand out when I first met her, but she seemed to have a personality that she enjoyed fighting.

I could tell that just by looking at what was written in blood-red shade.

‘What even his blood relatives don’t know is that his intentions were not so pure.’

He wanted to fight me again. So he came down and fought.

After the fight is over, they return obediently and look forward to the future.

Therefore, she mistakenly thought that she understood me who she had fought to some extent.

Additionally, I thought there was no way I could refuse her, since we shared such a bond.

But who am I? I was a craftsman who steadfastly maintained my rank among those who were more orphans than me.

Even if a bond has been built, it is not difficult to kick the bond to gain immediate benefits. It’s not a deep bond.

Even she wasn’t in an advantageous situation.

All of the soldiers brought in were dead. All she had left were her, me, Isla, and her mourner, and it was obvious who she was more powerful and who she had the advantage.

Even Lorian seems to have noticed that. She showed an expression of resentment on the girl’s face and glanced around at her surroundings.

They’ll pounce now. Let’s think and strengthen our posture.

“… Is there anything you want?”

She said something unexpected.

“What?”

“Did you really reach your father, and if so, what did you wish for…” ” “What did you say? I want to hear it. “I will grant you whatever you ask for in return.”

And the red eyes looking at me.

Only then did I realize that Nerilmaeus’ reaction was not at all exaggerated.

Furthermore, I could vaguely understand what their goals were.

Father.

A being without any information other than that it is called that and that it is related to mourners.

The three clans were desperately looking for such a being. I thought maybe that was the goal of the entire clan.

I even felt like everything I had done and planned so far was just a tool for that purpose.

“No, just the conditions that aren’t too unreasonable… No, no… Anything to reach my father…”

To the extent that the Blood Knight says that even though he is conflicted and in agony.

Isla approaches with her crossbow aimed, even as the mourner picks up the ax from her floor and holds it in both her hands.

The Blood Knight was wary of my approaching group, but he sent me a look. Even.

Bang!

“If you just let me know… I also have the intention to raise my sword. “I swear on my blood and skin.”

A knight in his own right even proudly discusses his oath

A decapitating sword stuck in the ground as if he wasn’t bluffing. It won’t take a single breath to pull it out and swing it, but it’s not enough to stop me using Mourning.

I couldn’t understand. I saw a dragon that was going crazy a little while ago, even though I almost died.

What on earth is their father to them that makes them do this?

What is he that makes him do this?

I was worried because I couldn’t figure out what I wanted or what I wanted.

On the other hand, I thought this.

“Good. “I’ll tell you.”

I think I can use this.

“Really?”

A blood knight looking at me with a bright glow. A change of attitude that made it hard to believe that this was the enemy who had cut off my head with swords just a moment ago.

But for the three clans, this would be natural. As I was thinking, I remembered everything I had seen.

“However, there is one condition.”

“Say it.”

I wanted to have an adventure.

As I looked around this new continent, I wanted to experience things I had never seen or heard of.

I thought it was better not to do so, so I put it aside.

“I plan to go on an adventure to the New World.”

I did not suppress my wishes.

I made the wrong choice and became a monster, and I refused to go on an adventure because I had to.

There was no reason to do that anymore.

“I want to uncover the hidden things on this continent and see every corner of this continent with my own eyes.”

If you were going to go on that journey, what you needed was a guide.

A being who knows about the New Continent but is powerless.

Perhaps a being that can minimize conflict with the forces of the three clans.

I found out that there was one person who was most suitable for that appointment.

Someone whose gender has completely changed and who is from three clans but is not from any of the three clans.

I want the information I give you, something that can’t harm me hastily.

There may be a need to be on guard and monitor, but you won’t find more talented people than this.

I calmed down her creaking body and spoke to the girl whose eyes were so wide as to pop out.

“You are my guide and my squire.”

That’s my condition.

The Blood Knight slowly lowered his head in astonishment.

There was no answer.

But there was no need to ask.

I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled as I saw the Blood Knight quietly nodding his head.