I Became the Wrong Race

66 – Oath (1)

The sound of blood falling on the floor was loud. It was because my eardrum had burst and I couldn’t hear well in one ear.

Even more than the sounds of Isla and Lorian panicking and calling out to me, only the sound of blood dripping is vividly engraved in my mind.

I realized. Something unusual is happening.

‘I swear on my blood.’

Suddenly, something happened a little while ago. When Isla refused to leave, the monster that looked like it had reached level 20 swore that it would not harm me.

But that vow was immediately broken. What is the impact?

It is clearly visible to the eye. Even at first glance, the blood flowing down was not an ordinary amount.

Even the momentum I felt gradually weakened. It decreases. No matter how much power you have accumulated, you can clearly feel it decreasing.

Even though I couldn’t feel magical power, I could tell. The beast in front of me was weakening.

Because of the oath I made myself and was broken against my will.

Still, it’s terribly strong. There was still pain as if the forearm that had been kicked was falling off.

Such a monster approached.

A new type that spreads red. It was Lorian who stopped it.

He leaps forward as if shooting, draws a decapitating sword from his waist and moves.

A red afterimage, a sword strike drawing a half-moon in the spreading blood-red fog.

The blow that had already cut off my head. Moon shadow.

The moment Lorian appeared behind Hertol and swung his sword, the strike was easily blocked.

Just one arm blocking the trajectory.

Kaang!

The sense of hearing regenerates later. At that time, Lorian’s decapitating sword was only pushed away by his forearm, and Hertol used the gap to swing his leg.

Kwaduk!

The arrow fired by Isla pierces Hertol’s knee and stops his kick. Lorian and I rushed towards the body being pushed away at the same time.

He immediately raises the drawn star blade high and strikes it down, and swings the decapitating sword as if it were spinning in the same posture that Lorian held low.

It’s literally a joint attack that hits two places at the same time. Normally it wouldn’t be possible to block it. Normally.

Unfortunately, Hertol was not ordinary.

Through the fierce sparks, I saw two swords blocked.

Each blocked with his forearm and leg. The limbs made of flesh and bone blocked the star’s flames that could melt even iron and the heavy beheading sword.

But there was no time to be surprised. As soon as I lean back, it flies towards my head.

My leg he kicked Hertol away before a few strands of his severed hair and Lorian took a deep breath and threw down his sword.

The blood-red energy emanating from the sword pushes Hertol, and Hertol’s body is shot out, smashing several mine carts and falling into the distance.

In the moment I gained, Lorian’s eyes turned to me.

“What about edillum?”

“Hertol killed him.”

A face filled with despair and then turning cold. She realized what she had to do faster than she could express her regrets.

“Blood oaths inflict enormous damage on those who break them. Even if you are a blood relative, you cannot ignore it. Not only his physical ability but also the performance of his blood magic would have decreased significantly.”

She believed that overcoming the situation was more important than understanding the situation.

She is a blood knight.

The important thing is that he is a knight, not a blood relative. She was still a knight.

“I will use blood.”

Words like a declaration. Immediately, dark red blood begins to cover her skin

In the blink of an eye, it covers my entire body, and behind it is an armor similar to the one I am wearing now.

A little smaller and a little thinner.

The only difference is the long white hair that hangs down from under the helmet.

But she didn’t care about her appearance or situation.

She just held the true sword with both hands.

Isla loaded her crossbow, and I lowered my stance while holding the star blade.

It’s coming.

Even if it is weakened, it is still level 20.

It cannot be ignored.

But it doesn’t mean there’s no chance of winning. Although I am only level 6, I am strong and have skills specialized for the three clans.

Lorian is a blood knight. He knows all the enemy’s techniques and knows how to respond.

I’m sure it will.

I felt anxious for no reason. An anxiety that eats away at me and gives me some doubts.

I soon found out why.

*

Coo ooh ooh!

A faintly audible roar.

Mining in full swing stopped and the old man who was once in charge of this mine raised his head.

It was ominous. The entire mine seemed to be shaking, but the old man who had lived in the mine for a long time knew that.

This is not natural noise.

So this is artificial noise. It is as obvious as fire who caused it.

The old man looked above him in fear.

That wasn’t enough. Hundreds of mixed-blood vampires were all looking up and feeling anxious.

It was only natural that they had chosen to bow their heads for a long time.

Do not offend the person who is the owner, but please the person who is the owner’s representative.

The lack of supply was not to blame. Then there were too many people who died.

They were mixed blood vampires. A being who is not welcome in the royal world and is worse than livestock to vampires.

You could even call it a bug. They knew that well, so they huddled together as usual, with their chins pressed together and relying on each other.

I hope this commotion passes quickly.

However, the commotion gradually got worse.

It actually got bigger, as if it was getting closer. It was around this time that someone said we should check to see what was going on.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

Suddenly, the top of the cavity collapsed and two people fell.

The two were entangled. One person was holding the other by the neck and slamming his fists in succession.

A powerful force that seemed as if it could turn over Mount Tai and collapse it completely shook the air with each punch.

With each punch, a noise similar to thunder rang out, and the armor of the man receiving the punch was scattered in all directions like fragments.

It falls. You must step down. The old man shouted faster than he could think.

“Everyone, step back!”

People moving in a hurry. They all stepped back and avoided the two falling people.

Cooooo!

Two new people rolling around on the floor with a heavy noise.

The two people were in contrast from the start.

A man bleeding all over his body, with only a vambrace left in his armor, and a middle-aged man with a flawless aristocratic attire.

The difference was clear. There was a significant difference in capabilities.

Even if it had been weakened by the oath, the red beast was not something Llewelyn could attack.

A being that has reached its peak through simple magic that manipulates the blood circulating throughout the body and strengthens the body with that blood.

Hertol, the red beast, was the one and only high-ranking homunculus mourner.

The difference lies in the holding power. So, after 60 seconds, Llewelyn’s fight was nothing more than a sluggish struggle.

“Ugh, big…”

The blood spitting out from the mouth darkens the floor. Llewelyn staggered, her body her feeling nothing but pain.

Even getting up is extremely painful. But if you don’t wake up, you die.

That’s why it happened, but there is no way to win.

The only thing that could be done was to keep her colleague away from her without getting caught up in it. The result just led to the present.

Die. I might die. Llewelyn’s legs are shaking at the thought.

Still, it happens. Llewelyn held her vambrace-clad fist close to her cheek and barely raised her other broken hand.

Hertol approached, and someone else intervened as Llewellyn confronted him.

“Well, how about you watch from here?”

He was an ordinary old man.

As a mixed-blood vampire, he was only able to move around, but his thin body and pale complexion showed that he was not in good health.

He was an ordinary old man. He is an old man who has worked and lived in a mine all his life.

He stopped one of the most powerful vampires.

And the owner of my blood.

“I don’t know what this young man here did, but surely a generous person like me wouldn’t have done something like this…” ” .”

Stopping in the middle of speaking. He felt his own death vividly.

A shooting fist. It reaches without even a sign of acceleration, as if it had been there from the beginning.

The old man’s face was crushed from the front. The bridge of his nose is crushed, his jaw is crushed, and his head explodes from where the fist was inserted.

The life of an old man who had lived for a very long time ended in very vain.

His headless body falls backwards, and his blood-oozing body his twitches and falls silent.

Llewellyn looked blankly at the dead old man.

His heart felt tight.

I felt bad. I don’t know why, but my stomach was upset and I felt like I was going to vomit.

I have seen people die many times.

This death was not special. Rather, it was the death of a mixed blood vampire.

If it was a game, I was familiar with it because I had seen it countless times, and if it was in real life, I was getting used to it by killing a lot of things.

But can’t we turn our eyes away from this death?

Why did this old man come out like this?

Did I not know I was going to die?

That’s not it. It was obvious what would happen.

She went forward even though she knew she would die. Why?

Llewelyn lifted her head, feeling as if her heart was being squeezed, and she faced the expressionless red beast.

His new brother was broken again. He has already run. Llewelyn’s arms were crossed, but there was no shock.

Rather, he noticed that the blurry afterimage had passed over him and was flooding into the mixed-blood vampires.

And the blood flowing from the dead old man’s body caught up with Hertol.

What followed was a tragedy. A terrible sight that cannot be ignored.

Something that makes Llewelyn follow along without realizing it.

“Stop.”

I say it urgently, but it’s already too late. The place where Hertol fell, the crushed child was crushed.

Drops of blood jump upward and see into his body, and soon the people whose backs are split by the swinging fist turn into blood and return to their owner.

The fight wasn’t long.

However, a lot of blood was lost due to the breaking of the oath and the subsequent injuries.

Just like Lorian, a vampire who consumes blood becomes weak.

That is to replenish blood.

It prepares for battle by devouring mixed-blood vampires that are merely its possessions.

It was common sense. But I couldn’t just ignore it.

“Stop!”

Scream. I can’t reach it. He catches up and clings to his waist, but when he blocks the fist coming towards him, his consciousness is momentarily cut off and he is thrown out.

There is almost no way to stop a vampire that has entered a predation, especially a level 20 vampire.

Even after knowing that, Llewelyn could not give up.

“Stop, you fucking bastard!”

Llewelyn used mortal. It was the strongest skill she could use.

It was the most effective means that a dying person could use.

But it doesn’t reach. I was easily captured.

Hertol, with a body imbued with superior skill than Llewelyn, pulled the holding arm and swung his leg.

Oh, my arm is pulled out with a shock that reverberates throughout my body. Llewellyn was thrown into the wall with her arms ripped off.

The wall caved in and her body her sank, and the bones of her whole body she seemed to be twisted and she could not move.

She just wriggled, flinched, and tried to get out somehow.

‘It’s my fault.’

He was desperate.

‘If I hadn’t come here.’

He felt like it was all his fault

He said that if he had not come here, the old man would not have died.

Maybe that’s why Llewellyn thought of someone who once left a similar will.

A man who was a lion beast and wielded the flames of stars, and died after arriving in this new continent after being exploited by three clans.

Star blade. He understood his last words

All these deaths were his own fault. He was heartbroken even though he did not understand why he felt this way.

I just pulled his creaking body from the wall to make up for the pouring death as much as possible.

He lifted his broken arm, which had not even finished regenerating, and raised his head, holding the arm that seemed to have broken bones close to his face.

With the thought that I had to stop it somehow.

However.

‘… What is it?’

Hertol was not killing mixed blood vampires. Instead, he stiffened and was trembling.

The mixed-blood vampires were retreating and running away.

‘What happened?’

The eardrums regenerate late. What you hear while playing is a sad yet familiar melody.

A sound like a whistle.

When Llewelyn raised her head, there was someone at the end of the tunnel in the ceiling.

It was a small girl with apricot-colored hair.

A girl holding a long, thin sword in one hand and wearing a long, colorful cloak.

She was whistling with her eyes closed.

There was magic in that whistle, and the magic was enough to bind a weakened level 20 blood mage.

Llewellyn called that name without realizing it.

“Melody… ?”

Golden oriole, golden cloak, the strongest bard.

The girl who was called by all kinds of names smiled at the man who called her by her name, then closed one eye and winked.

“Did you miss me?”

She boasts an overwhelming presence with her small body.