I Became the Wrong Race

64 – Mines and Vampires (5)

Edilum.

The blood mage, who probably had the best blood bullet shooting ability in the clan, was in an office located inside the mine.

It was a space that was crudely decorated. An office built by digging in a dry place to prevent moisture from entering and laying down a lot of wood that also does not retain moisture.

Eddy Room was my favorite place in this awful space. He wasn’t very happy about leaving this office.

In fact, it is a fact that is barely known even among relatives blood.

Blood wizards were humans similar to scholars. This means that they prefer indoor activities and dislike having to act outdoors.

So Edilum did not go outside unless something special happened.

He wouldn’t have come out if the gangsters under his command hadn’t informed him that there was an adventurer trying to hide them.

Edilum filled out documents written in the languagesof the three clans as if he was familiar with them.

“―Dance, hold on―”

“Here—”

If it weren’t for the sudden shouting of the thugs standing outside, he would have taken a half-bath after finishing filling out the documents.

Suddenly, Dilum raised his head and focused on the approaching loud noise.

Something was coming. The blood mage who had reached a high level put down the document he was reading without hesitation and stood up from the chair.

Tsuzuzu…

Four drops of blood that left my palm come to mind. It twisted and coiled to form a shape, resembling an awl.

Come. It’s a short distance away. The moment when blood coal is completely formed.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

The antique door splits into four pieces. What appears between the fluttering pieces of wood is a black knight that looks somewhat familiar.

The black armor repelled the light and appeared with a strong presence. I stretched out my hand for the molgol or edillum that I wanted to hang and look at.

Tuhwaagh!

A dark red bullet flying with a powerful sound.

Kaang!

The penetrating power that could pierce a decent fortress was bounced off by the sword rising from the blood knight’s right hand.

The scarlet sword blade burning with flame is pushed away. No matter how much you block it, you can’t get away with it. Power that is not surprising even if the wrist or arm is broken.

However, the Black Knight put down his sword and lowered his posture.

With a light ringing sound.

Kwaooooo!

The new model accelerated. At a speed so fast that not even a remnant was left behind, Dilum stretched out his left hand and pulled out as many drops of blood as he could.

And the Black Knight was approaching much faster than the speed at which the drop of blood was drawn. Before you know it, it is a front kick that is thrown without reducing acceleration.

Edilum is pushed out with a sound that sounds like a siege weapon breaking a castle gate rather than a human being being struck. However, the blood wizard was not someone to be taken lightly.

Before I knew it, the three blood bullets left in the air were accelerating. What you’re aiming for is the head. These are the eyebrows, lower jaw, and neck, respectively.

A strike to kill a homunculus. Have you already seen it?

Llewelyn moved without even a single thought. Twisted her head

Kagagaang!

Sparks flew and blood spurted from Llewelyn’s head

While two bullets bounced off the broken helmet and destroyed the office wall, one bullet went straight into Llewelyn’s lower jaw.

The blood bullet penetrated into his mouth his, not the lower jaw his.

However, it stops, breaking a few teeth as if it had accelerated. No, I caught it.

And among the scattered pieces of teeth, flesh, and drops of blood, Llewelyn was smiling.

A smile filled with intense excitement. It’s a vicious smile that makes her look like she’s not in a good state due to the torn mouth and blood flowing down her.

Cracking!

With that smile, he chews and crushes her her blood charcoal her her her. With a reflex speed that surpasses that of a human, she reaches out and grabs Dilum’s collar.

‘Like this-‘

The moment when she crosses her arms and creates a blood-red shield over them.

Oh my gosh!

Her fist slammed down. Her her defenses her collapse, turning into sticky blood that sticks to her arm her. Her stretched blood-red net pinned her fist to the wall and floor, but Llewelyn did not stop.

Rather, he tears off the wall and floor that were held by her her her her arms her her and slams her fist behind her.

Kwahahah Ahh!

A body rises in her fist. Pushed out Before she could put up her shield again, Llewelyn rolled on her floor again.

With her roar and force, she splits the floor into hundreds of pieces and rushes at an incredible acceleration that no living creature can match.

Dillum belatedly realized that her left hand her her her, which had been holding her collar her her her, had moved to her head her her her her.

And.

―Beep.

My ears burst. At the end of the acceleration, there was a wall made of wood and stone that protected a corner of the office.

The blood wizard poured blood into Llewelyn as he was stuck in the wall, but he did not stop.

“Huh…”

The breath you breathe is sweet. Llewellyn clenched her fists and moved quickly.

So much so that it looks like there are dozens of fists being fired.

A crack spread through the wall.

She stretched out her right fist and crushed her chest, clenched her left fist and struck her chin, and with her extended right fist, she broke her collarbone and cervical vertebrae.

An art that destroys the human body faster than the superior regenerative power of blood relatives.

However.

“It’s not enough.”

Heh, this time a laugh came from Edilum. Before I knew it, Llewelyn’s limbs were bound by a blood-red net.

The red eyes that met each other were vivid, sticky, and shining.

“It’s as if we are fighting with instilled knowledge. Very interesting…”

Wow!

The words did not continue. Her words her her her her are cut off for a moment when Llewelyn’s headbutt lands on her face her with her helmet.

She immediately grabs him by the collar, scratches him on the floor, and throws him.

Then, Edilum flies away, collecting the flying drops of blood.

It was the moment when the blood wizard, while flying, flexibly bent his body and landed, and waved his hand from top to bottom to collect the blood droplets and create a spear.

“Stop.”

Lorian’s beheading sword appeared scattering blood-red mist and touched Edilum’s neck.

Cool touch. A beheading sword that can kill even blood relatives and can only be wielded by someone who is the guardian and executioner of blood relatives.

Plus, the armor that the black knight has. It has a somewhat familiar look, even an unnatural black sheen.

Edilum laughed.

“Lorian. Is it just bloodbag’s mistress who chose to fail? Really-“

Stop talking. Edilum was speechless when she saw the unfamiliar expression of her old acquaintance and fellow blood her relative to her.

Her hands stiffen, her arms her stop, and her face her turns red with despair.

He wants to refute, but is unable to react to such sudden words.

He never showed anger at the insult.

Rather, it is closer to an atmosphere of feeling shame and shame but internally accepting it.

How?

You too must be proud blood relative.

This was before those thoughts were expressed in words.

Pump!

Pain running below the knees. Dilum knelt down on one knee and saw a long arrow piercing her knee.

Before he could even count it, the second arrow pierced the other knee her, and Edilum laughed helplessly.

Before I knew it, a blood bag was in front of me. Holding her fist her her her high

“This libertine—”

Wow!

Just like that, the blood wizard lost consciousness.

*

Negotiation is surprisingly not about equality.

At least I thought so.

Just as a helpless insect in the forest that has been dragged around throughout the game cannot do anything.

Negotiations always work out best when one side has the advantage.

That’s what I meant.

First, turn on mourning, then attack and beat them up.

I thought that once the difference in power was recognized, negotiations would become easier.

“Good. Let’s cooperate.”

I just didn’t think it would be this easy.

I held an intimidating posture and opened my mouth just as I had.

“Huh?”

“… Don’t be stupid. “If you want to have dignity, you have to have it, right?”

Rather, the preaching edilum. I looked back at Lorian with a dumb expression.

“Is this right?”

Lorian, who was in a daze with his head down, did not even respond to my calls.

When I tapped him on the shoulder, he trembled and came to his senses.

“What, huh? “What did you say?”

“No, is this correct?”

He told me to leave the negotiations with him.

I suppressed my slightly annoyed feelings and thoughts I would just take care of it myself.

“At least ask why. That part is uncomfortable.”

And it was Isla who filled Lorian’s vacancy.

Isla suggested, flicking her tail, and I nodded.

“It’s even uncomfortable. But… That is a correct point.”

Edilum obediently agrees. If you really think about it, there was something suspicious about it.

That was a great point. If it were just me, this problem might have been overlooked.

After all, it’s Isla.

Isla spreads two fingers next to my cheek as I make eye contact and smile.

I took my eyes off the cute snow leopard and looked at Edilum.

The aristocratic attire was worn here and there. Her short-cropped hair swayed at the nape of her neck, and her skin was full of broken and torn marks.

No way.

“I want to tell you in advance that I did not succumb to violence. “I could have lost the fight, but I didn’t use all my magic.”

“Those bastards who got kicked said that.”

“Fuck you… “I know it’s a bag of blood and I’m not cultured, but can’t I speak politely?”

This bastard speaks just like Lorian.

I had that thought, but I didn’t say it out loud. Because that’s not what’s important right now.

“Then what is it?”

“To put it simply…” ” You could say it’s because I don’t really like this place either.”

Edilum opened his mouth like that.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the lab, and I’m tired of taking care of mixed bloods that aren’t my responsibility. But you can’t refuse the mission and leave. So I was trying my best to adapt…”

Words get longer. I raised my hand to interrupt the conversation and simply stated my request.

“Then release those bloodsucking vampires and go away.”

“I don’t even have patience. But… That’s the problem.”

Edilum smiles at first glance. The blood mage sighed and said.

“I am definitely the one who manages those mixed bloods, but I am not the one who created them. It is impossible to release it.”

“What does that mean?”

Lorian, her face still slightly red, approached and spoke.

“This is the frontier of necromancers. “I owe you money to rebuild the clan fortress you destroyed, and I’m here to repay you.”

Necromancer. What comes to mind is the mourning dragon Nerilmaeus.

But there was no trace of necromancy anywhere here. There wasn’t a single common undead to be seen.

But how? When asked, Edilum laughed.

“Because this mine is a frontier owned by the ‘Alchemist.'”

Alchemist. It’s a name I’ve never heard of. In the first place, there was no such thing as alchemy in this worldview.

At least that’s what I know. Potions are the realm of magic, not alchemy.

So what exactly is an alchemist?

Is there something to do with the blue mineral appearing here?

Before I could think deeply, Edilum interrupted my thoughts with words.

“But the alchemist is not here. What is there is me… “You are the elder of the blood family.”

This time, Lorian’s expression is disgusted when he is told that he is the adult of the blood family. As she sweeps down her arm, Dilum gives Lorian her gaze.

“I am only here to assist him. Even the mixed blood was created by Him. “You probably know someone too.”

The gaze that comes back to me around that time.

What kind of bullshit is this?

Before I could ask a question, Edilum spoke.

“Anyway, he was in charge of the production of homunculi, including the slayer of the five archdukes. There’s no way you don’t know.”

“What?”

Edilum spoke to me, who was surprised, in his characteristic sticky voice.

“Red Beast Hertol.”

At first glance, he seemed to be showing off.

“He is the best warrior of his clan and the one who taught the assassins of the five archdukes.”