I Became the Wrong Race

11 – Mourning (3)

[Play time: 8,803 hours]

My plan worked very well.

I think they wisely solved the dilemma of needing to overwhelm at close range to deal with a wizard, and needing mourning to overwhelm them.

There is some doubt as to whether it was truly a humane method, but there was no time to worry about such things when survival was urgent.

In other words, things are different now.

Killed a person. I had already killed several people, but the fact that I had killed dozens of people felt like a heavy feeling sinking into my heart.

I was clearly a monster. However, I did not know whether even the soul and spirit could be said to be a monster. That was why I sat blankly and watched Isla busy rummaging through things and finding useful things.

I didn’t want to move. Even though the body of a monster did not feel fatigue, it felt mental fatigue because the soul was human.

It’s clearly the homunculus’s brain and not my brain, but why?

I didn’t know. Because I’m not a wizard.

We will never know in the future.

But I was able to learn a lot of other things.

[Coat of the Cannibal Baron]

[“You are my child from now on.”

-Beort Tomula, to Homunculus Aela.

Beort Tomula lost both his wife and daughter in the war.

The motivation that made him a wizard of the War School and an excellent warrior was dulled through the battlefield, and all that remained was a title and an empty mansion.

But he found salvation late. No one knows whether it was salvation or not.

One thing is certain, he was ready to take on the stigma for his daughter.]

[This is a magic coat connected to subspace. You can wear it like a cape or like a poncho. Free form conversion is possible.

The weight that can be stored inside does not exceed 100 kg. However, there is no limit to the volume, and the weight contained becomes the weight of the coat.]

It was a dark red cloak wrapped around my body. Even though the shape can change freely, I wrapped myself in the cloak just as the Baron wore it.

The weight was lighter than expected. After reading the description, I thought it would be heavy because it was a war school, but there weren’t many things inside.

A few letters, a signet ring, and a journal.

The first thing I took out was the journal.

The journal, covered with damp parchment as if it had been soaked in water, had almost every page filled as if it had been used for at least 10 years.

It would have been nice to have something like a research notebook or gourmet notebook, but a journal wasn’t such a simple thing.

So to speak, it was a diary.

This is also the diary of a man named Beort Tomula who I killed with my own hands a little while ago.

The story that I only skimmed through in the game was vividly sketched out.

I was in a daze as I looked at the diary that I had written so hard that my hands became calloused.

Beort Tomula.

He was called a man-eating baron, so he was not a man-eating baron.

Instead, he took on the stigma for his daughter.

The new daughter who was created incorrectly and given by the three clans was a defective product that felt infinitely hungry.

Thanks to this, its regenerative power is superior to that of other homunculi, including me, the finished product, but that’s it.

The Baron felt sorry for his daughter who was always hungry and crying.

Is it really a coincidence that after the daughter ate human flesh, her symptoms improved?

I lowered my eyes, remembering those who created me and kidnapped my soul from the Earth.

They were the ones spreading harm across the entire continent.

When something happened, it was mostly their fault.

In the meantime, no one could respond because the purpose was unknown. There was no regularity in their behavior.

“Yep.”

Something furry pricks my face as I sigh.

When I gently pressed the tail to open my eyes, I saw an expressionless snow leopard looking down at me.

“Finished organizing.”

“… Great job.”

Isla didn’t react much to my reign. Rather, I felt that he was looking at me and checking my facial expressions.

What would I look like in the blue-grey pupil? When I raised my head, I saw myself with big eyes.

The expression on his face was gloomy. Drooped shoulders and tightly closed lips.

I could see why Isla was doing this in front of me. It was clear that she was trying to comfort him in her own way.

“Thank you.”

Isla opens her eyes wide for a moment, then narrows them. I feel like she never thought those words would come out of my mouth.

But I was a shameless person. He was a man who clearly said when he needed to express his gratitude.

“Do you want to touch me?”

When I raised her head, Isla was sticking her tail in my face with her usual expressionless expression.

“… What?”

“Tail.”

Oh, that was it. As I suppressed the anxiety that ran up her spine for a moment, her tail wagged in front of me.

A tail that is plump and furry and smells strangely good.

I could tell that he was trying to comfort me in his own way.

I just didn’t feel like it… I wanted to say it, but there was actually something that bothered me.

“… “Aren’t they normal breasts?”

It may be a bit of a strange question, but that’s what I saw on the internet.

Isn’t that what the average woman’s strengths are? Isla rarely furrowed her eyebrows at my obvious question, so she proudly puffed out her chest.

Although she was modest, she had quite large breasts.

“My tail feels better than my chest.”

What exactly is this confidence?

Even though Isla saw my puzzled expression, Isla puffed out her chest with confidence over her characteristic expressionless expression.

“Touch it.”

I don’t think you should touch her breasts. I slowly lowered my eyes and saw her tail.

The texture was definitely good. I felt like I was in good hands.

I knew that snow leopards bite their tails when it’s cold, but even taking that into account, the tail was quite clean.

It even has a faint flower-like smell, which made me think that maybe she takes care of it by applying something every day before going to bed.

Why, aren’t there some beasts that take thorough care of themselves?

Something like a pig.

“Aren’t you touching it? “It would feel good.”

With strange urging, I eventually reached out and grabbed the tail.

“… Oh?”

The feel of the hand was quite different from touching or seeing the face.

Should I say that in addition to the unique fluffy texture of soft fur, I feel a warm warmth.

It was similar to touching a dog, but it was a different sensation. It felt like a very large creature in itself.

But it was a strange feeling to find out that this was not actually the case.

When you gently sweep, the wick under the fur moves left and right, causing the tail to flutter.

When I buried my fingers through the fur, the warmth that filled my hand felt very pleasant.

Then….

When I glanced up, Isla raised the corner of her mouth as if she knew what it was.

It was acceptance. I buried my face in the tail.

“… “Seuuu.”

The scent of Isla fills the nasal passages. It was a different scent from my body scent.

Isla’s physical appearance was close to nothingness. I don’t know if it was because she was a born hunter or if it was a result of training, but she had almost no odor from her body.

Because it was a dark fantasy, I thought it would smell like sweat or at least a lingering smell.

Her body surprisingly had no odor at all, but rather had a faint, pleasant scent sometimes when she was very close.

A non-irritating scent that you can’t tell what it smells like.

Unlike her body, her tail still had a strong scent.

I don’t know if there were chemicals or cosmetics applied for maintenance, or if it was because of the hair, but it felt good, similar to the strong scent that lingers when a woman with long hair passes by.

It would be accurate to say it has a floral feel.

It’s like a flower that blooms in winter, whose name I don’t even know….

“Ah.”

“That’s it for today.”

Her tail slipped out of my arms, and I looked at Isla, feeling somewhat empty.

The snow leopard beast stood upright without even a hint of shame, and bent down to meet my eyes.

“It may feel like something was taken away, but that’s all for today.”

“… Why?”

“Because it can be addictive.”

As I was dumbfounded by the wordless expression, Isla straightened her back and nodded her head. Her ears perked up, though only for a moment.

“Must be consumed under appropriate supervision.”

It’s called probation. How long has it been since I heard this expression?

Isla noticed what I was thinking and just raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.

“I am the older sister, so I have a duty to lead as an elder.”

“Is that so?”

It was a disappointing feeling. It’s such a good feeling that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to hold her while she sleeps.

But the owner of her tail doesn’t allow it, so I can’t force her to take it and smell it. I suppressed my regret and got up.

Still, I felt like my thoughts were somewhat organized.

It was a moment when I realized what kind of monster I had become due to the unwanted murder and massacre.

On the other hand, it also told me the direction I should move in.

“What are you going to do now?”

“We should get out of here first.”

The New World was clearly an unexplored land. It was a magical world full of outcasts and exiles who were driven out of the human land because many things were unknown and not managed.

But that’s why it was also a suitable land for a monster like me.

“What happens after that?”

Actually, there was no reason for me to answer Isla. Now she and I were not colleagues, although we did act together briefly.

It sounds cold, but it actually happened. She was only a temporary companion, and there was no reason or purpose for her to accompany me.

But.

“I’m going to find another dungeon.”

“Another dungeon?”

My previous goals were survival and escape.

I wanted to escape from that f*cking vampire’s prison and survive.

Now that I have achieved that, what should I do?

“There are relics for me like this in other dungeons. “Powerful artifacts that people like me can use.”

I had to gather those things to become stronger and raise my level.

“There are people to find and people to seek revenge on. “For that, you have to be strong.”

People to find and people to take revenge on.

It wasn’t explained in detail, but Isla didn’t seem to care.

Rather.

“Can I go with you?”

She said with a hint of interest.

“I think it would be fun to go out with you.”

An aspect that is not seen as the virtue of an excellent hunter that the cannibals were trying to recruit.

But it was something I was thankful for.

He was a companion I couldn’t find because there wasn’t a hunter who could do anything.

I smiled at her and she nodded.

Before Isla could say anything, a translucent window filled my field of vision.

[Name: Llewelyn]

[Race: Homunculus]

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 2]

[Reputation: Bloodbag on the run (in pursuit)]

[Strength: 20(+5)][Dexterity: 20(+5)][Health: 20(+5)]

[Magic Power: □][Inspiration: □][Charm: □]

[Play time: 8,803 hours]

It was a familiar window. Except for just one part.

[Reputation: Bloodbag on the run (in pursuit)]

I stared at the part that said “Reputation.”

Then the closed window opened and another translucent window was piled up.

The contents were as follows.

[Reputation]

[Blood bag running away (in pursuit)

-You are currently being pursued by three clans, and a renowned blood knight from the clan has taken charge of the pursuit.

So watch out for your shadows, and watch the night sky!

Because you never know when your head might fall off!]

“… “f*ck.”

Then Isla shook her shoulders at her sudden swearing.