I Became the Wrong Race

12 – Blood Bag (1)

Isla seemed to want to be comforted, but I had no time to do so.

The original plan also had to be scrapped.

My original goal was to ask Isla about other unoccupied dungeons nearby and explore them.

But now the plan could not be implemented straight away. That couldn’t be possible as long as there was a pursuer chasing me.

I don’t know if my life was at stake, but it wouldn’t be pleasant for someone to die because of me.

If I were to die alone, I would at least rush to my death….

Just considering the possibility of Isla dying, it was impossible.

It may not be a relationship in which he completely entrusts his life to me, but even if that were the case, he couldn’t simply throw his life away.

“What’s going on?”

But I didn’t know how to explain them.

It would be nice if my speaking skills were fantastic, but unlike my social skills, my speaking skills were not that good.

It is easy to convey it directly, but believing it is a different matter from persuasion.

So, as I was hesitating, Isla flicked her tail and tilted her head.

Should I tear it up here?

But it was a shame to let Isla go like this.

I can’t say that she had no personal feelings at all, but even without that, Isla was a useful person.

Excellent hiding ability and long-distance combat ability. He was competent not only in the two abilities I lacked, but also in other areas.

Since you are a hunter, you will be good at hunting, and you will also be good at chasing and erasing traces.

It is natural to set up and manage a camp, and since he has lived in this new continent longer than me, he must know much more about geography than I do.

What other information is there about the exiles and exiles you will meet in this new continent?

Since Isla can play the role of several people, I knew that persuading Isla would be cheap, but….

Is that better than tricking Isla and letting her die?

As my worries deepened, Isla came up to my face and was staring up at me. Because of the slight difference in her height, the gaze she gave me felt blatant.

“What are you thinking?”

Oh, f*ck.

Whatever happens, happens.

“Do you know that you are a vampire?”

“Vampire… “I don’t know.”

“A knight who is a vampire but also uses magic is chasing me.”

“… Huh?”

If you lack social skills, you may hide and complain here or say something omitted, causing misunderstanding and voluntarily getting hurt.

I was a person with a bold personality to live such a crude life.

He was shameless and smart, but complaining alone didn’t suit his taste.

“Do you know about homunculi?”

“Homun Cool… Ruth?”

You probably don’t know. Even though the Archduke was murdered and would have become quite famous, the fact that Isla remained unknown meant that Isla still came from the north.

“It refers to people of the same race as me. And all homunculi are created by three clans, including vampires.”

Isla’s eyes, which had been listening blankly, gradually widened. Especially at the part about the three clans, the corners of her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing her subtle anger.

Well, the Beastmen were the remnants of the Transformers, one of the three clans, but they were the race that suffered the most damage.

Antipathy was natural. Even though I had a strange intuition somewhere, I ignored it and told it honestly.

“There’s a vampire chasing me. “He is their knight, he can use magic, and he is strong.”

“Okay then.”

“It’s because of them that I fell from the sky.”

Isla’s tail stops, her tail stands upright and her eyes slowly turn to the ground.

As her eyes scanned the flagstones of the dungeon, words remained.

It was in the sky. As I listened to Isla, I placed my hand on her shoulder.

Isla stiffens in shock. I looked the snow leopard in the eyes and spoke honestly again.

“It’s really strong. “I haven’t seen many of them, but even if a wizard was with us just a moment ago, if we meet him now, we’ll all be dead.”

“What about the cannibals?”

“If it were to be used in reverse, it wouldn’t be helpful.”

Actually, I don’t know much. This was my first time hearing about the profession called Blood Knight.

It would be tempting to guess that it might be a job where blood is put on a knife and exploded, but you never know.

I didn’t know what kind of people they actually were until I confronted them properly.

The important thing here is to confront it properly.

I have already fought against them and was defeated so miserably that I had to throw myself from the air fortress and try to survive.

I can’t beat them now. It would be the same even if Isla was there.

“Why do you tell me that?”

Although many parts of Isla’s question were omitted, I understood them well.

The question seems to be asking why you are telling me if you can just trick me and take me away. It meant that a monster who knew that it was more practical would ask why.

Instead of answering that question, I raised the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t like cheating, lying, and taking advantage of people because they are petty.”

I was that kind of guy. He had a strong sense of pride, and because of that pride he often messed up his work.

But that’s me, so what can I do?

Although I am a monster, I could not allow my soul and mind to remain monsters. I wanted to try to live as humanly as possible.

“More than anything, you are so capable.”

“Even if you praise me suddenly.”

“No, these are not empty words, so listen carefully.”

Isla is on guard with her tail wagging. I made eye contact with the woman and spoke honestly.

“You are a hunter. “He is also a capable hunter whom these cannibals are actively trying to recruit.”

Isla was not such a scrappy person that he would react to her words, which were true.

“On the other hand, I’m not that good at it, except for fighting dungeons. Actually, you’re such a useless bastard. “Fighting is actually done with the body, so I can’t say the techniques are good.”

“That’s right.”

Isla, a capable hunter, would know this well. She couldn’t erase her anger as she was also attacked by the man-eating baron.

Homunculus was such a race. An artificial human that surpasses humans. Instead, they are imitations that do not possess the humanity and qualifications that humans possess.

Therefore, with pure physical ability alone, they can surpass, push, and kill humans like beasts. As someone like that, I couldn’t say I was very skilled.

“So I need you.”

Isla knew how to do things that I couldn’t, and she knew a lot of things.

It was clear that Isla’s presence would make a huge difference in my journey.

But she could die, so she hides it and goes away for no reason?

Leaving camp at dawn?

The picture is good, but I wasn’t the monster in the romance game.

This is Grim Darker. It was a world full of cannibals and so many monsters and people who had given up on being human that they were at their feet.

The New World was one of those magical worlds.

I couldn’t fool around just to make a good picture. Take whatever advantage you can, but keep your shame.

So, I honestly told Isla everything.

Excluding useless things that will not be helpful even if you look into them.

“But if you follow me, you could die. No, in fact, if I catch up with you, I will definitely die.”

As I slightly bent down, Isla’s blue-gray eyes looked at me intently.

At the point where our eyes met, a homunculus with a classic handsome look in his eyes spoke.

“Still, I wish you would follow me.”

“Is there a solution?”

“Yes.”

Even in games, homunculi are not always attacked.

Once it reached a certain level, the three clans did not come to catch the homunculus.

The reason was simple.

The most important thing for them was not their property, personal belongings, or test subjects, but the life of their clan.

If there is a chance of losing their clan, they will stick to conservative defense.

That’s why I spoke with confidence.

“I become strong and become someone who is difficult for them to touch.”

Directly, it shows that the level has risen above a certain level or that it is a being that can respond to their threats.

That is, leveling and repelling pursuit.

I spoke to Isla, who pricked her ears with an expressionless expression.

“Are there other dungeons around here?”

The tail was wagging, and I added to it.

“If possible, go to a dungeon that someone has already occupied.”

*

It was a completely ruined street.

The street lights were crushed and flat on the ground, and the stones on the ground were turned over, scattering dirt.

The beautiful houses lined up on both sides of the street had become nothing more than unrecognizable ruins.

It truly lived up to the name of a mountain full of rain and rain. In the ruins where there was overwhelming destruction, the only traces of dark red blood were traces of what had happened.

A huge amount of blood was splattered on the floor and the remaining walls of the house.

There was a man who looked at the blood blankly.

It was a knight holding a huge decapitating sword in his left hand.

The plate armor on his body was dark red, and the plate was shiny and sticky like blood.

Gradually.

That knight moved. With my right hand, I stole the blood from the wall.

The blood seemed to float along the spot the knight swept, and easily came under the knight’s control. The floating blood floated over the knight’s hand in the form of water droplets.

It was dark blood. Fuel that can keep any vampire alive for a year if they drink it.

It was not blood that a typical blood sac could contain. Perhaps because of this, the driver was able to recall several strange circumstances.

In the direction his head turned, where the street ended, there was an unnatural hole in the air.

There was a hole in the horizon that was originally supposed to be connected and repaired with magic.

Beyond that was a disgusting land. A land of filth, waste, and shabby hybrids.

The land was eventually given away after repeated attempts to purify it failed. The knight stared at the hole with a displeased frown.

“Sir.”

“What about the loss?”

I lightly ignore the words calling me and ask. Before he knew it, the pale-skinned man standing next to him looked like he was about to break into a cold sweat.

“Don’t simplify. Everything.”

Only then did the squire open his mouth, pretending to wipe away the cold sweat.

“Sixty-seven blood bags that were released were damaged. In the process, the prison and the production room were damaged so badly that we had to survive on stored blood for at least half a year….”

“Is there anything else?”

It had to be there. It couldn’t be there. In fact, it was clear just by looking around, but it seemed like the vampire knight really wanted to hear it.

Maybe they were consciously trying to arouse anger, or maybe they were trying to hold people accountable.

There was no way for either party to back down.

“Two blood relatives were seriously injured, and thirty borrowed dead workers were destroyed. So… I predict that it will take a long time to repair the damage to major facilities such as residential areas, shops, meeting halls, and workshops….”

“The necromancers will be happy.”

It was definitely as he said. Dead workers were a means of greatly influencing other clans without requiring much effort to make.

Just the thought of making them new would make them overjoyed.

Otherwise.

“What about the shapeshifters?”

“Huh? Oh, they didn’t do much damage….”

“Ask for assistance.”

“B-but then there’s a price to pay…!”

“Before it can’t be resolved any further.”

There was no way for the squire to say anything to the knight’s firm words and eyes. He closed his mouth and walked away.

And the only thing left on the abandoned street at night was the knight.

He felt a sense of failure.

The cradle of the clan, which had always been warm and peaceful, was shattered.

It was all his vice.

He wondered how this happened. He lightly closed his eyes and recalled his memories.

It was still vivid.

A blood bag appeared in front of him while running away.

The homunculus clenched his fists fiercely in front of him.

He was not defeated in battle. That was certainly certain.

Even the homunculus’s excessive strength, body, and regenerative power could not overwhelm the knight.

But do we also think of those who were sacrificed in the process of subduing that being?

The driver didn’t think so.

It was his duty to guard the cradle and protect his kin.

This was his defeat. In duty he was defeated.

But on the other hand, that was what I thought.

If he had really fought until the end, would he have won with all his limbs intact?

A vague memory floated beyond his closed eyes.

A belligerent man who rushed in and swung his fists with such force that even the blood seemed to dry up.

Even though his arm was blown away by the true sword he swung, he rushed forward and struck his leg.

He went so far as to go so far as to block the dagger he had stabbed with his teeth and hit him with his fist.

Just thinking about that sight and the shock engraved on his armor made him shudder.

An indescribable thrill, anticipation, and some kind of excitement were hovering over him.

He was feeling something that could not be expressed so simply.

As a knight who has been here for a time that many scum would not have dared endure, that feeling was welcome.

It was a desire to win.

A feeling deep inside that I had been dead for a long time and would never come back to life.

His head turned and faced the end of the street.

This was the hole where the escaped blood bag jumped out and escaped.

It was a wound that would have killed an ordinary homunculus, and from a height where death was inevitable unless you were a knight wearing reinforced armor that was only allowed to blood relatives.

The blood bag chose to run away.

I heard several times that he was probably dead, but the driver didn’t think so.

It will be alive.

So the worries didn’t last long.

The reason was created. It was a reason for myself. He turned around and told me the reason.

When his hand, which had not yet left, moved, drops of blood were drawn from the wall and painted letters on the wall.

By the time the knight’s squire returned, all that remained was a large hole in the wall and letters painted in blood.

I will return after fulfilling my duty

It was an unprecedented solo expedition in the history of blood relatives.