I Became the Wrong Race

57 – Building a Nest (5)

There was a landing pad in the place Lorian introduced as the ‘nest’.

There was a part that made me imagine that it was originally assumed to be a creature like Brock, or that there was some kind of flying vehicle.

The process of entering the wide landing pad was quick and too stable to leave any room for imagination.

Not that I have any complaints.

Was a more spectacular landing impossible? As he was thinking, Brock sat down with his wings spread out.

“Arrive. Everyone gets off.”

Blood Knight Lorian smiles with satisfaction. She got off Brock without hesitation, but the rest of us couldn’t.

The reasons were different.

For now, I was busy sorting out the emotions I felt and imagining useless things.

“… Strength in my legs…”

The mourner said his legs were weak and he could not go down. She couldn’t even get her feet on the ground before Lorian put his hand under her side like he did with her child.

On the other hand, Isla had a different reason than the two of us.

“Hold my hand.”

Isla holds out her hand, slightly trembling. I held Isla’s hand and lowered her directly to the floor after her.

“Sorry. “I’m a little scared.”

Always honest, she freely revealed her fears and trembled for a moment in my arms.

“Wasn’t the mountain okay?”

“Mountains are land.”

Is it. It was unfamiliar to me that Isla, who often climbs trees, was afraid of heights, but considering that she was her cat, it was not strange to her.

So roughly speaking, wouldn’t it be that she trembles in fear at a height where she will surely die?

Places like mountains that aren’t much different from the earth, trees that won’t die even if they fall, or cliffs are okay, but anything more than that can’t be endured.

I thought on my own and lightly rubbed Isla’s back

Time passed as Lorian silently stared at the slender back of someone who didn’t feel like a shapeshifter for a while.

It was only after a while that we were able to move again.

“Anyway.”

When Isla finally calms down and looks around her, and the mourner gets up from his seat, groaning, Lorian begins to cry.

“Welcome to the nest, mortals.”

She said that in a bright voice, as if asking when she was in a bad mood.

Nest.

The place they called their father’s house was large enough to spread out a camp from the landing site.

It didn’t seem that big when I flew in, but it actually took up a very large area, perhaps because it was built by demolishing the entire mountain top.

If there was a basement, it would actually be bigger.

Having lived in a semi-basement all my life, sleeping underground doesn’t really appeal to me, but there are times when it can’t be helped.

“I only saw it as a record… “I never knew it existed.”

Above all, I didn’t want to stop Lorian from being so happy.

In a game that is going well, even if I am not the main player, I get along and support my teammates in the dark.

There was no hesitation in his actions because he thought he was a great and shameless warrior.

“With records?”

“Well, the clan’s library contains books and grimoires scavenged from all cultures, and records that the clan has personally developed and collected.”

Lorian speaks confidently. She closed her eyes happily, perhaps remembering her past.

“There were especially many records about my father.”

“Then… Isn’t it dangerous to stay here? “I think they will track me.”

“If that’s the case, you don’t have to worry. The location wasn’t written down, and even I thought it didn’t exist until I found it.”

Is that so? Although I was suspicious, I couldn’t bear to reveal it. When she saw Lorian’s smiling face, she couldn’t have done such a cruel thing.

“Then can you guide me? “If you know anything.”

“Oh, of course! “I will be happy to do it.”

Lorian took advantage of my natural change of topic and led us on.

The first thing we arrived at was the gate of the landing pad.

Isla was the only one who was weak among us, so we were able to open the door, which was large enough for a carriage to pass through, without difficulty.

And behind the gate was a large garden.

“This…”

“It is the reception room and entrance of the ‘nest,’ and a space that can be called a garden.”

It was as per Lorian’s confident guidance.

Although this garden had doors leading to different places, it gave off the feeling of being a gathering place.

There was a hearth in the center, and it was carefully placed at a distance from crops and flowers to prevent unexpected fires.

Even though I don’t know much about architecture, the composition and attention to detail felt like genius.

But the most overwhelming thing was the glass ceiling above the wall surrounding the garden, which was unusual in this medieval world.

Even the glass on the ceiling was bright white.

It catches the passing sunlight and sheds light. It was the color of a fluorescent light that I would only see in the modern society I lived in.

The strangely curved garden made me feel that there was no dark place and that the sky above was open.

It wasn’t even just that.

“… It’s warm.”

As Isla quietly recited, this entire nest was filled with warm air.

Pleasant warmth that is not stuffy or uncomfortable.

To compare it, it felt like a cotton blanket rolled up in the winter.

We were mesmerized by the comfortable warmth, and Lorian was flattered when he saw us and led us straight to different rooms.

And the other rooms weren’t as impressive as what I had already seen.

“Uhm, well…”

Most of those rooms were empty.

There are traces of something once being there, but now there is nothing left.

However, just having a roof changes the quality of life. I thought I would be satisfied with that much.

If I was only going to stay for a day anyway, I thought that even if the facilities were better than this, it would be useless.

Until we saw the room where Lorian finally led us.

“… “This is.”

“Are you still concerned that you left your camping supplies behind? But you don’t have to worry. “There won’t be a need for that anymore.”

Open the door leading to the stairs, and follow the stairs down four floors to reach the place.

It was a place that occupied an entire floor.

There was something like a huge sphere floating in the middle, and the metal sphere moved slowly.

If it were just a decoration, it would have been just a decoration, but there was a glowing dot on top of the sphere. The point changed position as the sphere moved.

And the scaffolding in front of that sphere. There are six huge platforms that can easily lift a carriage, neatly positioned around the sphere.

I read Lorian’s true intentions hidden beneath his triumphant smile.

And I calmly admitted that it was worth it.

Picture Darker. This dark fantasy game had some subtleties that did not consider the user’s convenience.

In the later stages of the game, a certain feature was provided to the player as a courtesy.

And the players, who had been through all kinds of humiliation and pain, were so grateful for that one feature that they swallowed it up and bowed down to the game company.

Its function was teleportation.

An ability whose origin or principle varies depending on the series, allowing one to move from one specific city to another.

Someday, by a kind wizard.

And at some point, with the support of the forces involved.

In the end, it was the end of a long study.

There was no doubt. I stood there dumbfounded and agreed with Lorian.

It may vary depending on how you build this structure or other teleportation bases, but if you can use it properly, camping supplies will not be such an urgent resource.

It was truly a groundbreaking element in our adventure.

In a situation like that, you can’t avoid taking a break.

We eventually decided to rest and crawled into the room we saw earlier.

“Ah, Llewelyn. “Let’s stay and talk for a while.”

To be exact, except for me and Lorian.

Isla, who is anxious about leaving Lorian and I alone and can’t leave easily, is taken out by a mourner who is complaining that her stomach is aching.

Even after the group withdrew, Lorian looked at the place they left for a long time.

It seemed like he had something important to say.

However, do not bring it up hastily.

What on earth is that?

“I was wrong.”

It wasn’t until I couldn’t stand it any longer and was about to press on him that Lorian opened his mouth.

“What?”

“Originally, I just wanted to get information about my father… “I was planning to recapture you and return.”

The blood knight is still staring at the direction Isla left. She stared at me with emotionless red eyes.

You fucking b*tch.

“Not now?”

When I pressed him, Lorian actually hesitated. She let out that hesitation with a sigh.

“But that doesn’t mean…” ” “There was something I didn’t know.”

“Keep going.”

“That monument, the mural. “It was all connected to what I saw in the clan’s fortress, but contained something different.”

Did you recognize that? I looked shocked and she nodded her head.

She had a somewhat complicated expression.

“So even more so… I want to know the truth. No, I have to know.”

She had a vague idea of why she was suddenly bringing up that story, but she didn’t let it go and waited. It was clear that it was an important story.

Although she still had a complex expression, she spoke honestly.

“There are not many people in my current clan who have actually seen and met my father. I can count them on one hand. “I have never actually seen my father’s face.”

“So?”

“But it was my father who was depicted on that tombstone. Although the details were different, the basic information and background was the same as what was taught in the clan. However… That’s how I saw my father’s face, Llewelyn, just like you.”

Only then did the blood-red eyes reach me and stop. She narrowed her eyes.

“You achieved a feat that no blood bag could accomplish, and wielded your father’s energy and power even if only for a moment. After coming here, it became clear. “You look like your father.”

You. It was an informal title or something that felt heavy.

“It’s probably not a coincidence. “I want to know whatever the truth is behind it.”

And that was something I agreed with.

A father who is occasionally mentioned in the game and shows off his importance.

He was not something to be ignored. It’s a matter that I don’t know if it will become my job.

It seemed like that wasn’t the only reason for Lorian.

“And you, I have been attracted to you for no reason since the first time I saw you… I felt liked.”

It is a sudden declaration. When I paused, Lorian spoke quite seriously.

“I’m sure it’s not just me. Can’t you feel it? Whether you become a shapeshifter or a necromancer… “Didn’t everyone easily like you when they saw you?”

Nerilmaeus, the dragon who mourns for being the object of my mourning.

I don’t know why, but she considered me her father and showed deep affection for me.

It showed a sense of betrayal that had as great a fallout as the goodwill.

Isla was like that too. I still didn’t know why she singled me out as a potential husband.

Lorian said it was his father’s influence.

“The shapeshifter hunter also inherited the blood of the clan, I am a blood relative, and Nerilmaeus was a high-ranking necromancer noble. The story goes that everyone has ‘qualifications’. Maybe that’s why we’re all attracted to you.”

“What do you want to say?”

“You… “I am saying that I am the closest person to my father in this fatherless world.”

And she hesitated for a moment. Soon, Lorian folded his hands and nodded.

“And I also think of you as a man who can become a father, and I want to be with you.”

It was a strange thing to say. These are words that are hard to believe, considering the intention to betray that was revealed a moment ago.

“How can I believe this? “There’s something I said earlier.”

“Know. However, I don’t want to build false trust by tricking people into trusting me. Because it’s important.”

It’s not wrong. When I hesitated, she suggested with long hesitation.

“I want to build trust as much as possible. If you want… It can erase traces of the clan.”

I remember the words I heard before entering the ‘nest’. It is said that the clan has a tracking device for escaped test subjects.

That was something that was not good in the long run.

There’s no way I can respond to a surprise attack that comes just when I’m trying to rest, and even if that’s not the case, it would be difficult to just send assassins periodically.

I hesitated with her. We were the same in that respect.

“What are you going to do?”

“… “First of all, I’m afraid you may misunderstand, but I also have other intentions.”

Honest. It’s a different intention. When I touched her chin, she sighed.

“It’s been quite a while since I consumed the essence of life. In the meantime, a lot of essence has been consumed fighting against an overwhelmingly strong person like Nerilmaeus, and the blood magic is gradually running out of effect. If things continue like this, I will just become a knight. “It will be life-threatening.”

“So?”

“The traces of a clan are engraved in blood. I intend to drink your blood to consume your essence and destroy the spell engraved to track it down.”

She moves her legs back and forth, as if she can’t bear it anymore. I thought about her suggestion for a moment and then sighed.

“Okay, accept it—”

“Thanks. And sorry… !”

And she quickly accelerated and hugged me, as if that impatience was wrapped around her body.

A speed that is perceived by the eye but difficult to react to. I, who had the same level of agility, could not block Lorian, who was more technically advanced than me.

So I was defenseless against what was about to happen. He hugs me and puts his mouth on my neck as he hangs on.

The cold body temperature can be felt throughout her unarmored upper body her, and her teeth her dig into her her neck her her her.

“Ugh… ?!”

Sick. A pain I didn’t know when I was cut with a single knife. It is a pain that makes you frown.

A feeling of deprivation and intense pain, as if a long needle was being stabbed into the neck and something was being pulled out and thrown away.

However, there was a strange sense of elation between the pain. A feeling that not even I can understand.

As I unconsciously held on to the railing leading to the third floor and trembled, I literally felt my blood draining out.

Lorian was swallowing my blood.

I was ingesting my life, the essence of infinitely welling life, through meals.

I can feel my life moving through her body, and Lorian’s color and body temperature returning along with that life.

Meanwhile, a change occurred in the corner of my vision.

[Subject to be recovered / Three clans]

A vague reputation. That changes.

[Complete escapee / Three clans

-No matter what the principle, you completely defeated the pursuit of the three clans! The three clans will pay more attention to you, but they’ll be hard to track until they capture you again! You have achieved freedom, albeit imperfectly!]

Lorian did not lie.

Even though he bit my weak neck, a vital point that could kill me if bitten, he controlled himself and only drank essence and liquor.

She kept her promise

The pain that felt like an eternity quickly diluted and disappeared, while my body swayed.

Lorian slowly raised her head as she closed to me.

Paha, a sound out of breath.

I feel a strong heartbeat, and Lorian presses her lips to the nape of my neck for a moment with her flushed face, licking the blood that has leaked down to my skin.

A strange licking sound is heard. As I was trying not to be conscious, Lorian stared at me with blank, open eyes.

“Next time, if you need purified water again… “Can I drink it?”

A voice with a strange magical power that cannot be said.

But I couldn’t take my eyes off the expression more than the voice.

Lorian was smiling a smile that felt strangely erotic. The expression of a person who covets an unfulfilled desire.

It was the exact same expression that my older sister made one day and then changed to a painful expression.

I don’t know what I answered or what I did.

“Thank you.”

Lorian laughed like that.