I Became the Wrong Race

65 – Mines and Vampires (6)

“He is currently away. “He went to the alchemist’s residence for regular contact.”

So you’ll have to wait. I had no choice but to agree with the words that followed. It’s impossible to give more away to a cooperating kid, and even if you do, there’s nothing to gain.

“In the meantime, rest easy. “I’ll tell my local collaborators.”

The local collaborator seemed to be referring to a gangster. When I headed to the lodging introduced by Edilum, there were gangsters everywhere from the outside of the lodging.

Gangsters who walk around drunk or selling drugs. We entered the hotel under their fearful gaze.

The accommodation was a typical inn. The difference is that the owner is a gangster and the manager is also a gangster.

It was a place that doubled as a red light district, with obscene moans that could be heard if you listened closely.

That was when I found a suitable table there and sat down.

“Red Beast, what kind of vampire?”

Isla asked.

Lorian, who was still pondering with a rather serious expression unlike before, could not ignore the question.

“The Red Beast… “You are an adult of the blood family.”

“What does that mean?”

“Basically, blood relatives are family. And the young blood that makes up most of my blood relatives are children, and the generation who saw and heard my father in person or heard about it are adults.”

Children and adults. It was a very blatant expression. An expression that leaves something for the listener to think about.

It felt like he was trying to recreate the relationship between his father and his clan, or to distinguish between his father’s true children and those who were not.

But thoughts are just thoughts. Lorian said with a serious expression on his face.

“The Red Beast is an adult who has seen his father in person. At the same time, he assisted Gungjeongbaek for a long time as a member of the blood family.”

“Who is the palace bag?”

This time I asked. I’m saying it as if it were obvious, but it was because it was my first time hearing the name.

“Gungjeongbaek is the eldest member of the blood family. “I thought you knew.”

Then, Lorian was rather surprised by my question. I was rather surprised by Lorian ‘s attitude

No, how much does a livestock that has been locked in a cell all day know?

But Lorian did not notice my puzzle.

“I’ll explain about the palace bag later. Anyway… It would be more accurate to hear it from the Red Beast rather than from me.”

Lorian cut off his words and looked silently at the inside of the inn. His expression was complex, as if he still had a lot to think about.

“Will the blood relative called the Red Beast really cooperate with us?”

I recalled a conversation we had a while ago. Edilum did not intend to defeat the red beast Hertol.

I don’t like being here, and I think all of this is meaningless.

Out of respect for the elders of my clan, I couldn’t even think of the option of attacking and defeating them.

No, it’s a little different.

Maybe it wasn’t a matter of respect, but an understanding of the subject.

‘Hertol is a person who is considered equal to the protector of the country.’

Protecting the country. The main character of the game who appears to be the older sister.

He will have reached level 20 and will be a strong player with a build that focuses on its own efficiency.

If I were to be equal to such a being, I could not easily defeat it, no matter how ‘mortal’ I was.

“Her Tol is a man who is busy preparing for the second coming of his father. “He will recognize the kindness in you and consider you positively.”

Lorian said so. Although he evaluates it quite positively, he seems unsure.

I felt bad that our journey had suddenly become part of the ‘power building’ she had hoped for.

I came to collect resources for teleportation.

When I turned my head with my chin in a bit of annoyance, two pairs of gazes secretly followed.

“I wish so.”

I don’t hate fighting. As expected, I quite liked fighting.

I don’t really like painful things, but there was a feeling of elation that I could only feel when fighting.

It was like that when fighting Edilum. While the mouth is torn, the teeth are broken, and blood is flying.

I had fun crushing the edillum with my two fists.

Although it seemed like a sign of being swayed by power.

“… I am sleepy. “I’m going to sleep.”

As I was thinking, Isla yawned next to me, covering her her mouth her

She stood up, rubbing her eyes, came next to me, rubbed her nose against my cheek, and walked away.

“Good night.”

“… Uh, uh. Good night.”

What was it now?

I wouldn’t have been so embarrassed if she had kissed me, but Isla showed affection like some kind of animal and then disappeared.

I looked at Lorian with some concern because I had unintentionally expressed my affection in front of another person, but Lorian did not seem to want to argue with the sight.

Rather, it seemed as if the memories of her that were revived by her her appearance she were eating away at her.

It was clear to see that she was looking at me with eyes that were difficult to say, with her chin resting in a similar way to mine.

Sure enough, she opened her mouth long after Isla had disappeared into her second-floor dorm.

“Llewelyn. To you… “There is something I want to say.”

“What I want to say.”

“Uh, yeah. No, should I say it? .”

There’s something strange about it. When I made a shocked expression, her eyes met mine.

There was deep delusion in the red eyes.

“It’s because of what Edilum said.”

“What Edilum said… ?”

What exactly does it mean? When I made a puzzled expression, she looked at my expression and nodded.

“Well, you said she was your mistress.”

Mistress. These were the words I heard before the mourning ended.

“I don’t want you to misunderstand, but I have no intention of becoming your mistress.”

Well, I guess so. She agreed without much emotion, but Laurian’s words were not the end.

“But… “There are things that must be done regardless of my will.”

“… Huh?”

“What do you think you are?”

What a difficult question.

But she was able to come up with the answer she wanted without difficulty. Having lived with my older sister for a long time, ‘pleasing with women’ was not a difficult task.

“Father candidate.”

“Okay. You are your father’s candidate. In other words, it means that he is a being who can become a father.”

This is a new word. When I responded lukewarmly, Lorian looked with a straight face.

“In other words, when you become a father… “The revival of the clan also depends on you.”

It was true, regardless of my will. Seeing the three clans looking for my father so hard, it seemed like that.

“So? I don’t have any skills like that… “What does this have to do with the story about my mistress?”

“Because of that. That you do not have your father’s skills or your father’s knowledge.”

Whatever it is.

“So there won’t be many ways to increase the number of the clan and revive it.”

“Wait, no way.”

“Yes, one of the dogs is a blood relative who has become a woman and is pregnant with the father’s child…”

I stopped with my mouth open. Her gaze once again turned to the woman in front of her.

Lorian.

She was once just an ordinary blood relative, but she was transformed into a woman by a curse obtained by breaking a certain ring.

Her body is that of a woman. They could still be called blood relatives, but they were fundamentally different from non-sexual relatives.

That gave her one possibility.

The possibility of conception.

Lorian seemed to know that too. He says and her face turns red. When was the last time he proudly showed off his beautiful body in front of her, Lorian desperately continued speaking with a red face.

“I was already thinking about that possibility when Dilum mentioned her mistress… “It never left her mind.”

Intelligence is originally like that. Just as you become aware of it when you receive a confession even if you have no interest in it, Lorian also became aware of it from the moment Edilum mentioned the possibility that he was her mistress.

But is it really necessary to go that far?

I am not yet sure that I will become a father, and there is no guarantee that I will act for the revival of the clan as a father.

That’s what I thought, but she didn’t give me a chance to speak.

“If I think about it, I can’t say that what Edilum said was completely wrong.”

Honestly, it was a possibility I couldn’t have imagined before this moment.

It was natural. How could we possibly think that someone who fought us to the death not long ago would suddenly say that she would become my mistress?

So I was quite embarrassed, but Lorian was actually serious.

“If you cannot inherit your father’s skills or knowledge, I will become your mistress.”

“Where does my will go…” ” ?”

“You sound strange. “Is there any reason to refuse when you can take a beautiful blood relative as your mistress?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Compared to the revival of the blood family, it is a small price.”

Then, Lorian spoke confidently without any sign of shame.

As expected, the common sense of blood relatives was different from that of humans. I blinked blankly, and Lorian stood up with a smile.

“I’m going to go to sleep now. Have a good night.”

And Lorian walks away. She walked away at a brisk pace, probably feeling at ease, and disappeared to the second floor.

*

“Hertol has arrived.”

It was two days later. Edilum, who rarely left the inn and came while we were waiting, led us under the fearful gaze of all the thugs who filled the inn.

The place I was heading to was a mine, especially an office that had already been destroyed because of me.

And in the neat office that seemed to have been renovated, I saw something huge.

“Hertol, I brought you here.”

“Let the rest go out and wait. “You stay.”

Red Beast Hertol.

He was a man taller than me.

The forearms were thick enough to remind one of the roots of an old tree, and the waist was like a huge tree with those roots continuing.

The same was true for other parts attached above it.

Thick, big, and strong. Just at a glance, I could tell that this giant was going to be incredibly strong.

It’s been a while since we stopped judging based on appearance alone, but this being was an exception.

This was a monster.

It’s so huge that I have a feeling it can easily defeat even the most powerful necromancer, Nerilmaeus, that I’ve ever fought.

That was the beast. The only non-fighter in the blood family who deserves to be called a barbaric title.

“Hertol, we…” ” .”

“Done. I want to see this and judge for myself. “Let everyone leave except for Edilum.”

He issued an order to banish Isla and Lorian and wanted to meet them alone.

No, it’s not a private stand. Because there is an edillum.

“No. “I know what you’re going to do to my Lou.”

When Isla objected, he politely tried to persuade her.

“I promise it won’t hurt you. “If anything, I swear on my blood.”

His white hair, slicked back, hung down the back of his head like a lion’s mane, and his red eyes were full of power that was rare among his blood relatives.

A strong appearance that would have been understood if they had been called a shapeshifter, and a politeness that did not suit them.

Lorian seemed surprised by such politeness.

“Isla, it’s going to be okay. To swear on blood…”

“You could die. It’s true, so it’s okay to go away.”

They even swear that they will not harm me. I don’t know for sure, but it seems like swearing in blood actually has some effect.

They go to such lengths just to talk to me alone. Thanks to this, I was able to learn a little about the character of the great man called Hertol.

Even after Isla retreated with dissatisfied eyes and Lorian followed, the sentiment did not change much.

“Okay, I’ll be your ally.”

The explanation wasn’t even long.

What I conveyed was simple.

That I have my father’s kindness, and that I was able to defeat Nerilmaeus with that power.

Even dying twice and coming back to life.

After hearing all of this, he said that he would lightly become an ally.

It was amazing. Isn’t that too cool?

I was even thinking of showing mortality, but I couldn’t even show it.

But when I asked the reason, the answer I got was more shocking than that.

“I feel my father’s energy, so I have nothing to prove. From the beginning, the purpose of this research was to create a vessel for the Father so that the Father could contact us… It’s just success. I thought I would succeed.”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course. There is no lie in what I see and feel with my own eyes. “It doesn’t suit my temperament to make complicated calculations.”

A word that is unbecoming of the person who said ‘research’ a moment ago. I couldn’t hide my nervousness, and Hertol burst out laughing when he saw me like that.

“You’re careful. It is a good virtue. That’s what a father should do.”

I can’t keep complaining when they put so much gold on it. I tried my best to hide my nervousness while rubbing the back of my neck.

The conversation ended with that. In terms of time, it was only a little over 5 minutes.

I stepped back, and Edilum approached Hertol with an ambiguous expression, perhaps feeling the same way as me.

Well, good things are good things. It’s not a bad thing to have allies, and maybe that’s the original story of this DLC.

It was a time when I was struggling to suppress my doubts.

“Hertol, are you done with your business with the alchemist? “Can I return?”

Hertol hesitated at Edilum’s hinted request to return.

Is the work not over yet?

I judged the situation to that extent.

It wasn’t.

I felt something uneasy. An ominous feeling for unknown reasons.

“… Hertol?”

“Yes, it was like that. “I was going to meet an alchemist.”

He immediately stretched out his hand toward Dilum’s head.

It was ominous. Something is wrong. The moment I realized, several scenes automatically passed through my mind.

Someone’s death.

The death I came over. The heart heats up, and the heart that is not beating starts pounding and spreads power throughout the body.

[Mourning]

[Time remaining: 60 seconds]

A power that transcends life and death.

The ominous feeling I felt now was similar to that.

But something is different. I couldn’t say for sure, but I was certain that something was different.

Before I could figure out exactly what was different, a cheerful sound rang out.

Pump!

It sounds like fruit being split open. At the same time, Dilum slowly collapses after losing his head.

A blood relative who didn’t die even though I beat him so hard has died. Before I knew it, I was met by a monster staring at me with burning red eyes.

Our eyes meet. That time when you reflexively raise your arms and cross them.

The world shot forward, leaving me behind. It passes at an incredible speed, leaving only me alone.

No, no. I was the one who was shot.

When I came to my senses, I was rolling around on the floor between Isla and Lorian.

“Wow…”

As I voluntarily coughed up blood from my mouth, I had a hunch.

Hertol is being controlled.

When I raised my head, Hertol walked out of the completely destroyed office.

Accepting the blood spurting from Edilum’s body into his body his, pouring out the blood he had sworn like a waterfall from his mouth

Soon, the rushing trajectory spread red.