I Became the Wrong Race

56 – Building a Nest (4)

“God is a type of idol that humans worshiped in ancient times. It does not exist, but it is a symbol created to spread teachings.”

-Excerpt from the table of contents of the 4th volume of knowledge encompassing continents and countries, Legacy of the Past.

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“… “Let’s go back when we’ve seen everything we need to see.”

In the meantime, there wasn’t much I could say. I don’t know why my face is engraved on the tombstone, or why Lorian thinks it’s my father.

All that’s left is to go down and continue the journey. Since the kidnapping was actually solved, there was nothing to see here.

“Have we already reached the summit? It’s fast.”

At least I thought so.

“Normal?”

“… “You haven’t been there?”

What is normal all of a sudden? When I looked at her with her blank expression, she put on her bright smile and straightened up.

“Where are the others?”

“It will be down there…” ” .”

“Then call the others up. “I will do the rest of the preparations.”

“Ready for what?”

Lorian smiled brightly at my dumb question. A clear smile like a girl’s face.

“Of course, it’s preparation to climb to the top.”

When you say that, I can’t refuse. I stretched my head over the temple roof and screamed.

“Come up!”

Fortunately, the temple was quiet, and it wasn’t long before the mourner Ajaena Isla climbed onto the temple roof.

Although the mourner found it very difficult to climb up the rope attached to her hook, she could not say that she would remain below.

“After reaching the top, I don’t know where I will come down, but… There won’t be any problem. Let’s abandon the campsite.”

I still didn’t know why or how to get to the top, but Lorian had a plan.

If you want to think about the moment immediately after reaching the summit, shouldn’t you first think about how you got there?

Of course, there are people who are not like that. Those were the weak people who thought about surrendering less than five minutes into the game, but Lorian was not that kind of weak.

Even though I didn’t trust her, I believed in her skills and her ability to think.

“Why camp?”

However, I was concerned about the expression abandoning the campsite. She left the tent and everything behind. Although I took all the food.

“Llewellyn, I said this because I thought you weren’t that stupid and you probably took care of food… Was it wrong?”

“No, I did take care of it, but… “What about the tent?”

“I won’t need it anymore.”

No need for a tent.

Living without a tent in this new continent where it seems to snow all year round is like not using an umbrella on a rainy day.

She frowned because she didn’t want to imagine having her body covered in snow every time she woke up, but she just smiled and dismissed my complaints.

An expression that makes one believe something. I looked at her in shock for a moment.

And while we were sitting in the nest having that conversation, Mr. Mourner followed Isla up to the roof.

As soon as he climbed up, he was panting and massaging his knees.

I heard he was in his late 40s, but the condition of his knees was like that of someone in his 70s.

Of course, considering that the old man’s job was as a mourner, it was only natural.

Mourner.

This job is one that can easily change one’s lifespan and wear one’s body down.

Since he doesn’t have many skills, he can’t respond to a variety of attack methods, so he often gets injured, and it was implied from the official settings that it was a job that used life.

Above all, since the public’s perception was not that good, mourners were an occupation with many enemies and more fights.

I lived with that kind of job until I was middle-aged, but how can my knees still be fine?

Even the knees are a frequently injured area. Whether it is trauma or internal factors.

It seemed like that was the reason the old man was feeling pain in her knees.

It could be said that he was suffering from old age, but only one knee was affected, not both knees, and he had been lame since we first met.

Should I really ask Isla to sharpen a cane?

As I was thinking that, Isla approached me.

“Nothing happened?”

She is watching me and Lorian with her sharp eyes.

I turned my head after her and looked at her Lorian.

Lorian was dressed like a typical girl and had several spots on her face.

A pure white dress with no blemishes and pale, transparent skin.

And long, beautiful white curly hair flowing down that skin and sleeveless dress.

Plus, red eyes that shine like rubies.

She had a beautiful appearance that anyone could call a pretty girl, but such a pretty girl had several ugly things on her face.

Even if the breastplate covering her chest she was anything to go by, the dark red glowing prosthetic sword on her waist she was ugly.

No, actually, she was kind of cool, but she didn’t suit me.

You could say it was awkward. However, a powerful force was hidden in such unbalance.

With the curse of reversing her gender her, her agility her her her rose to 20, making her swordsmanship more agile and accurate, and her powerful blood her magic her her her.

I finally understand why Isla is on guard.

I didn’t know why his expression made her relax as if he was relieved after a while.

“Nothing happened. Rather… Look at that.”

Isla’s head snaps as she slides her fingers up. She looked at the giant crow flying around with her blue-gray eyes and flicked her tail.

Is it because it’s a cat family?

“He’s still alive.”

“I didn’t kill him. Because…”

“I don’t kill the weak. Even if it’s just an animal. “He needed some discipline, so he was beaten, but there was no danger to his life.”

It is Lorian who explains. Isla turned her suspicious eyes towards Lorian.

A look in his eyes her her her as if asking if that makes sense. Lorian seemed to be too lazy to explain again, so he laid down defenseless and laughed.

“Don’t look at me like that. That’s the truth. So, aren’t you alive too?”

Ah, you bastard.

She told me to get along, but I thought she would stick to the line, but she outright called me a dick.

She moved slowly because she thought there might be a fight.

“Okay? Thank you.”

Isla said that rather expresslessly.

There was no fight. Lorian snorted at Isla’s response to her, and Isla crossed her arms expressionlessly.

Although she felt fortunate that she didn’t fight, she couldn’t help but pause due to the cold atmosphere.

What is this atmosphere?

What are you doing?

They say that humans become hardened when faced with situations they cannot understand. I was dazed as I realized that those words were true.

Until the mourner, who was in the middle of tying her knees, approached.

“Just come down, why did you ask me to come up?”

As he approached, the coldness that had been evident suddenly appeared. Fast enough to make me wonder if I was wrong.

I was dumbfounded, but I couldn’t question it.

I learned from my sister’s friends who came to visit my house that I should not get involved in this ‘something that only women do.’

How painful it was.

“A deal to go to the top of the mountain.”

“Normal? “What is there?”

“You will find out when you go.”

The one who answered was Lorian. She looked satisfied.

“I wonder if I can climb up because my knees are bad…”

“Okay. “Because I’m going to use Brock.”

Brock. A creature that is often considered an untamable monster. They looked up and realized that Brock, who had been circling, was slowly coming down.

“It would be impossible to tame it…” ” !”

“Alas, that is true for mortals. To our blood relatives, that is livestock. It can only be controlled with blood magic.”

Have you been kidnapped by such a topic?

As I looked at him in bewilderment, Lorian smiled slightly bitterly.

A sudden, inexplicable expression. As soon as I froze, Brock landed a short distance away.

The wind created by the flapping wings blows strongly. The cloak flew, and Lorian hopped on top of Brock as if showing off.

I close my eyes to protect myself from the sight of my dress fluttering, and only open my eyes when the flapping of my wings quiets down. Lorian was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“Okay, everyone, let’s get on. It’s going to be a rough flight.”

Lorian placed a bridle made of her blood around Brock’s neck and said,

A huge crow with a long neck and four legs quietly lowered its head without resisting the reins wrapped around its neck.

In the game, it was an annoying mob that couldn’t be attacked by melee characters due to the flying setting, but it was so easy to tame.

However, there was no reason to turn down a convenient means of transportation. After Isla was lifted up and even the lame Mourner was put on Brock’s back, it was my turn.

I jumped on Brock’s back.

“Good… Then. Let’s go!”

Lorian pulled the reins with a lively voice, and Brock flew up with a long cry.

The feeling of floating and speed that came was not unfamiliar. What was truly strange was that it did not originate from my body.

The temple moves away. The wind splits along the soaring Brock, and his hair flutters wildly.

And beyond the fluttering bangs, I saw the clouds parting.

The sun rose high, spreading light over the clouds, and the moon, faint on the other side, was slowly rising into the sky.

As I was crossing the sky where both the sun and the moon were visible, what I remembered was something that happened a little over 20 days ago.

The moment I first landed on the continent, I was falling from this sky.

But it was different now. Following the soaring Brock, I climbed against odds I once thought I could survive.

The sky I saw that way was beautiful.

Her heart pounded. Is this what it feels like to travel when you have never been on a trip in your life?

I smiled brightly and watched the mountain peak slowly getting closer.

There was a building there that was not much different from a temple.

A building made of ivory. The building, which seemed to have been newly built by digging out the entire mountain peak, had an indescribably mysterious atmosphere.

It was comfortable and beautiful. It even felt natural, as if it had already been there.

“What is that?”

Brock glides in that direction. I asked without realizing it as I watched the building slowly getting closer.

Then what comes back is a hearty laugh. Lorian answered while brushing his hair, which was fluttering wildly.

“That is the ‘nest,’ the father’s house!”

Father’s house.

I smiled involuntarily as I watched my father’s house slowly getting closer.