I Became the Wrong Race

21 – Wanted Order (3)

Most of the Black Knights were anonymous people.

It was natural because they were the type of wizards who would roll their eyes and rush at them, swear or curse whenever they saw one.

People who are involved in magic are viewed with unfavorable eyes and act according to their prejudices, and diplomatic issues often arise due to excessive suppression.

When I saw those guys, of course the first thing that came to mind was.

Why isn’t anyone talking about these bastards?

It was a reasonable question. They say they do some good deeds, but most of them are self-righteous and do more harm than good.

But if you look at the reason, it was simple.

In an old and abandoned fortress in the forest, ominous stories exchanged among villagers.

Also, the ominous presence of the enemy of the Black Knights resided in the book that I read and wrote down.

It is the reason why the anti-magic school was first created and the destination where the magic that flooded the battlefield one after another, starting with the protection school and the destruction school, reached.

A school that derived from the structural school that gave birth to the first contractor and all kinds of tragedies, and that coveted forbidden knowledge that humans should not violate.

At the same time, wizards who brought about great losses and terrible disasters to mankind.

People called them by many names.

Those who learned and knew called them by their self-proclaimed names.

School of inquiry.

And those who had moderate knowledge and prejudice called it this.

Apocalyptic school, destruction school.

The singing was a little different, but the meaning was similar. Since the calling phenomenon is a phenomenon, honestly, I was more comfortable this way.

In fact, there was another name that caught the eye and was used everywhere.

A name called by those who are ignorant and simply judge the phenomenon they bring about, and is especially often called by the Black Knights.

“Warlock.”

I looked down at the trapped wizard.

Even with empty words, it could not be said that she looked very pretty.

She had been neglected and bullied for so long that her hair was scattered. She could see how she had squeezed it when she saw the blood that had settled down between her teeth.

And seeing as she had no will to hide it, it was easy for her to guess what this woman had done.

“I know my heart well.”

So, as I was silent, Betus spoke right behind me. When she didn’t answer, he raised his voice with slight impatience.

“But if you try to smash the head here and now, you will miss the opportunity to uproot it. So….”

Prejudice is bound to be followed by prejudice. Warlocks and Black Knights have always been enemies.

The dean of the Anti-Magic School, who founded the Dark Knights, was one of the few survivors of a city that was annihilated by a warlock.

A promising wizard of the Rescue School, he went crazy and was obsessed with killing warlocks, and with a contract, a little luck, and a flash of genius, he founded the Anti-Magic School.

After that, he set the standard for the Dark Knights beyond the Anti-Magic School by testing out the anti-magic school’s secret paints and methods of killing wizards.

All wizards are evil.

Among them, warlocks are heinous sinners who cannot be forgiven.

There is no room for conversion for any of them, and they must be killed immediately upon encounter.

No matter the cost.

From my perspective as a warlock, they were guys with no room for compromise.

The difficulty of the persuasion roll was understandable since it was an impossible condition of rolling 40 on a 20-sided die.

Even if a score of 20 came up, it only changed to trying to kill them after the charges were read and sentenced, so even now, their actions can be easily recalled and put into action.

It is optional only.

Ugh, I gritted my teeth on purpose. Even though my jaw muscles were strong, the pain was so painful that I had to moan.

Is it broken? I could replay it, but it was something I never wanted to do again.

His fist was tightly clenched, and his hand was about to reach for the sword, but he was suppressed and blocked with his clenched fist.

The mayor looked openly surprised to see me like that.

For a black knight to endure a warlock in the face is something close to impossible.

He was amazed and then nodded his head.

“It is a great will… thank you.”

“Please tell me.”

I deliberately gained weight. Roughly… Yes, I assumed that the family was raped and murdered by a warlock.

Although I only have one family member, I felt like I would get really angry or sad if I thought about my older sister, so I thought about it hypothetically.

Then, there was a natural behavior that came to mind. Put it into action.

“Why did you put this warlock here?”

If the explanation is not satisfactory, I will draw my sword and cut off your head at any time. Although he was shocked, he did not put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

It was proof that he was not just a blunt and rational being, but also devoid of human emotions.

It was also good information.

“Don’t you know that a single warlock can erase a city?”

The words that came out in a growl contained a force that I didn’t know existed. It’s only a moment, but it’s enough to make both Isla and the mayor flinch.

The only one who didn’t react was the warlock.

It was a woman with all her fingers cut off and the strong smell of her blood. She must have once been beautiful, but her appearance was full of knife marks, leaving only traces of her former self.

Just like a city destroyed by warlocks, there are only traces.

The trace moved. She was reminded of the giant monster that still wriggles its way into the city and eats people.

This was also a transcendental summoned by a warlock.

“Because there is something I want to hear.”

Natural lower body. A stiff head, as if he had lived like that his whole life.

He was a nobleman. When their eyes met her ruin smiled.

“We are in the belly of this city.”

An ominous and ominous smile. In that smile, only clear malice stirred.

I have never seen such a smile in my life.

It was a smile that only those who truly enjoyed seeing others hurt, suffer, and scream.

Only then did I understand part of the description in the game.

“When the time comes, we will be able to bring our studies to this city.”

These were evil.

*

Several layers of steel doors are closed and poison is administered to maintain a state of suspended animation.

With that, the warlock fell asleep again like her corpse. Even though I knew that there would be intense pain when I woke up again.

Seeing his peacefully sleeping face filled me with pride.

How on earth can someone think like that using a sword?

I couldn’t understand. I felt like I wasn’t enough of a monster to find joy in such a place.

No, isn’t it worse because he’s a monster?

“As you pointed out, there are those on this continent.”

The words came out without even trying to organize the thoughts that were bouncing here and there. The mayor took off his monocle and ran his fingers through his hair.

“If it’s them.”

“… There are three clans. “They are made up of blood relatives, shapeshifters, and necromancers.”

It was information that few people knew. There was almost no information beyond that in the game.

However, it was natural for the Black Knight to come to a place like this to know. When I remained quiet without asking again, he continued his conversation while smoothing the teacup he had put down.

In contrast to Isla, who was still too hot to drink properly, his teacup was empty.

It was proof of how thirsty the encounter had been a little while ago.

The warlock was such a being.

These guys use magic with their breath to melt people alive, feed them to monsters flowing across the floor, and slaughter humans with their souls intact.

All of that came not from faith or desire, but from an endless quest for the world.

That’s why, despite being infinitely arrogant, he constantly pursues learning. Because I have an attitude of always learning, I am not easily shaken.

And the unwavering malice was terrible.

“As you said, on this continent… “There are many people like that.”

There was no need to repeat what I said.

“The man-eating baron came here because of his daughter, who was clearly given to him by the three clans.”

His daughter appeared to be a prototype homunculus.

“The civil war in which the Blades of Stars took part was caused by the assassination of the five archdukes. “He would occasionally express doubts.”

And the assassination of the five archdukes was committed by the final boss of Grim Darker 1 and the first homunculus in the series.

A monstrous android that penetrates even solid battle lines with its bare body, breaking the mage’s bones and pounding the warrior until he is crushed.

At the same time, an impressive boss that had a huge impact on my Grimm Darker build.

A civil war began because such a boss killed the five archdukes.

“Every time he faced a fight he thought he would lose, he saw a strangely ordered battlefield, a demoralized enemy, and suspiciously powerful soldiers. “It disappeared without a trace before we could properly investigate it.”

I couldn’t dismiss it all as coincidence. I wasn’t that romantic.

Someone or something from the three clans was leading them to the New World. If you look at the context in which this story came from.

“And this time they are leading a warlock. “They planted that parasite in the heart of my city, and I’m waiting desperately for them to come out and eat the heart.”

The place I arrived after falling from their air fortress was the New World.

Those cursed who could not survive in the old world, including the atavistic shapeshifter Isla, lived in this new world.

I didn’t feel like it was all a coincidence.

If this was still a game, I would know that there are three clans in the DLC.

I was convinced that it was all for some conspiracy among the three clans.

And sometimes, the perspective from one step away is accurate. I looked at the market, dismissing other possibilities.

“The investigation appears to be difficult.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“The Black Knight has no such thing as torture techniques. “The only thing we’re good at is killing magic and butchering wizards.”

“He knows that too. That’s all I’ve shown… “It was an expression of my sincerity and I wanted you to know my desperation.”

The city’s allies, the man-eating baron and the star blade, died one after another. Then, the Black Knight arrived and all his organs were intact.

If I had seen such a being as a quest in the game, I would have thought of him as a fraud or a fairly strong monster.

There was no way a rational person like the mayor could not see that. Although it is an illusion.

For me, it was a welcome illusion.

“I hope you give me time to think.”

“I understand. Meals….”

“I’m sorry. “I refuse.”

The market seemed rather satisfied with my specifications. It wasn’t that it was good not to waste food.

The fact that even the market did not believe it gave us confidence.

I rolled my eyes only after the market left and the footsteps had gone at least a few floors away.

“… “Because it’s hot.”

Isla stared at me for no reason, but I could tell what the snow leopard was thinking.

She knows that I am not the Black Knight, and she knows that I am a monster.

You probably don’t even know what purpose or thought is being done here. It must be questionable.

If you wanted to run away, it would have been enough to just take a quick hit and run away.

It’s a shame that I won’t be able to use the city, but I would have been able to return to the Old Continent if I found a good ship or something.

Nothing was worth life. That’s usually the case.

So she didn’t understand why I didn’t do it.

It was more than just walking into danger, it was like lying flat on all fours and crawling on the ground.

But it had to be like this.

It wasn’t just because it was my will. There was also a good reason.

It was because I wasn’t sure if there was a way for me to escape from this world or a way to return.

Stamping your feet and crying, saying that there is no way to do it right now and that it is dangerous is something only a fool would do.

I was smart. If there were only a few things I could do right away, I was a person who could choose the best thing without hesitation and take action.

From my perspective, this was my best.

No matter what plot the three clans are plotting, they will not leave it alone and will crush it and stop it.

I opened my mouth with firm determination.

“Do you want to try hunting a warlock?”

Then Isla took out her tongue and stiffened just as she moaned.