I Became the Wrong Race

22 – Warlock (1)

First of all, there is no game knowledge that can be used in this situation.

This whole situation was unfamiliar.

A warlock who infiltrated the city with the cooperation of three clans.

New World.

From a magistrate who has been abandoned by the empire but is probably in contact with the intelligence department, to a warlock who has already been captured but does not reveal anything.

But that doesn’t mean I had no room to do anything.

I won’t worry about the parts I don’t know, but in the parts I do know, there is room for action and room to take advantage.

No matter how monstrous the warlocks may seem, they are still humans in the end.

And I knew a good way to lure such a person.

That was why I walked through the city wearing black armor and a cape.

“Do you know about warlocks?”

“Yes, yes?”

“I guess you don’t know anything.”

“… Yes?”

I had no skills of interrogation or interrogation. All I had was a path to a completed build, a bit of worldview background knowledge, and common sense learned while studying in Hyundai.

Even that didn’t completely work here, so in reality, there were only a few things left for me.

Nevertheless, I was achieving results in my own way through imagination and background knowledge.

I sensed someone following my excellent senses. All I could see under the slowly falling sun was my shadow.

I felt a slight movement towards me from a place where ordinary people would not pass by.

If I concentrated on my senses, I could feel various vibrations in the soles of my feet, but if I filtered out my senses just a little, I could feel not only the passers-by around me, but even people hiding in back alleys and on roofs.

Some of them were warlocks or followers of warlocks.

Only one person was in my group.

A snow leopard is the best hunter I know.

I continued walking, thinking of Isla, who was wearing black clothes appropriate for the city and a cape with a snow leopard pattern that was her symbol.

In the corner of my vision, a welcome phrase appeared.

[Saboteur / Warlock

-You are the black knight who appeared in Servan. It’s a nightmare for warlocks and must be put aside for their plans. They are looking for an opportunity.]

I was the bait and the trap.

[Play time: 8,870 hours]

4 Hours after going out to hunt, I was wondering what to do with the warlocks who were already starting to bite.

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The problem occurred right after that. Warlocks are much more skilled and stealthy than I expected.

It was decidedly cautious.

Is it because they came to the New World after running away from persecution everywhere for a long time?

They didn’t show up no matter what alley I passed or when I headed to a deserted place.

To a pathological level, they just followed me at a distance.

I was secretly creeped out by the fact that no matter where I went, they just followed me and never showed themselves.

If I were an ordinary person who couldn’t read signs properly, I wouldn’t have noticed that. I suppressed the discomfort that slowly raised my head and continued walking.

I was hoping that it would reveal traces at least once.

But despite my attempts, they followed me while hiding.

It was a coercive level of access denial.

In the end, I gave up.

The sun was slowly setting before we knew it.

The dark place wasn’t particularly scary or impossible, but Isla needed rest.

If her condition worsened, the plan to follow her would not work properly, so I chose to retreat to the city hall where I had used my headquarters.

Like that, the tail gradually became distant.

I arrived only when all the signs that were obviously warlocks had disappeared and only a faint figure was chasing me.

The tailing is over. I entered the guest room, leaving her window open, waiting for Isla to return.

It was a large room with four large beds.

It had a few closets, and although it was a bit inappropriate for a man and a woman to share, it wasn’t a bad room geographically.

Isla only snuck inside after I took off her armor and hung it up.

“… “Isla?”

The presence I felt was strange. When she turned her head, I could see why.

Isla was in the shape of a four-legged animal. Although she had never been to a zoo or anything like that in her life, she was something like a cheetah that she had once seen in a photo.

She was a snow leopard.

A pure white creature, reminiscent of Isla, with her plump tail sticking out of her rump. Although it was only for a moment, I looked at Isla blankly.

“It’s Isla, right?”

An animal that purrs. That probably means it’s true. I once again realized that she was part of her transformation family.

The transformation tribe was able to transform freely.

If you were a wolf shapeshifter, you could have the shape of a wolf, the shape of a werewolf, or a human, and even have the ears and tail of a beast.

Isla, a snow leopard shapeshifter, was the same. She was able to freely go back and forth between the form of a snow leopard and that of a human.

But why now? The thought that came to mind was quickly crowded out by another thought.

I’m sure if it’s in that form, it won’t be a big problem even if you get caught while you’re being followed.

I had already seen guards hunting animals when I entered the city. There were wild animals invading the city.

So even if it catches the attention of warlocks, it won’t affect my operations. It was a wise move.

But for some reason, I had a hunch that it wasn’t just that.

This is probably because he was trying desperately to hide the fact that he was a shapeshifter while watching me.

I sighed as if Isla was trying to make it clear that she was a shapeshifter.

Then the snow leopard’s shoulders trembled. Proof that you clearly understand my reaction, attitude, or words.

I approached Isla like that.

It was a reasonable suspicion.

The Transformers were persecuted and discriminated against even more than homunculi, perhaps even more so.

Among the beasts, it was considered the qualifications of a good parent to kill a shapeshifter who was born as an atavism beforehand.

Since she is that kind of woman, she probably considers the fact that she is a shapeshifter to be some sort of sin.

How should I treat a woman who obviously still thinks that way? I approached while thinking.

Then the snow leopard slightly lowered his shoulders and made a sound.

Wow, it was a sound that reminded me of the sound a stray cat once made to threaten me.

She knew that snow leopards were a family of cats, but hearing such vivid sounds made her feel dazed.

It’s not some kind of stray cat. After thinking for a moment, I stretched out my hand.

It’s fast, but at a speed that Isla won’t feel like a threat. That was before Isla retreated from that approach.

My hand was placed on Isla’s large head.

The sound of crying was filled with doubt. Instead of answering Isla’s question, I moved her hand.

First, gently sweep along the texture of the fur. The hair that seemed to crumble under my hands was impressive.

Isla’s hair itself looked good, but it felt like it was directly affecting the hair. A scent that was a mixture of a woman’s unique body scent and an animal’s sweet scent tickled the tip of her nose.

He probably grooms himself often. I stroked along the texture of the fur and hugged Isla, who was leaning down as if she was trying to escape.

Hyaaa!

Then Isla started struggling and crying, but I honestly didn’t care about her embarrassment.

That was the life I lived for 19 years. I tended to relieve myself by doing what I wanted to do.

Of course, since I tend to live with very low expectations, what I wanted to do was mostly limited to my own actions.

I want to pet that dog.

I want to play that game.

I want to get that kill.

The third time, problems often arose, but we won in the end, so there was no problem.

It was still the same now. I petted this huge, original human cat to my heart’s content.

Sweet your hair, gently stroke your spine, and rub under your chin.

Unknowingly, Isla opened her mouth and bit my hand, but her skin quickly regenerated.

Have you realized that resistance is meaningless? Isla surrendered.

She stopped struggling and surrendered herself to me, purring.

Unlike an ordinary cat, it was almost as long as my monster body, but its hugeness was satisfying in its own way.

I guess I should say that there are a lot of places to touch. I gently massaged the nape of Isla’s neck.

Then, the corners of his mouth loosened as if he was smiling as he surrendered himself to her touch.

It was cute.

As expected, the cat was cute even though it was big.

Isla, who had come to her senses before me, brought me back to my senses as I smiled contentedly.

Isla hurriedly escapes from the embrace and lands on the floor, struggling.

She let out a ritualistic sound while waving her tail from side to side.

It was good, but it was a bit confusing. As I swallowed her unspoken words, she pointed her tail at her cloak behind me.

It was obvious what it meant. There’s no way you wouldn’t know if you’ve already seen it once. I took out Isla’s clothes, which I don’t know when they came in, from under her cloak, put them down, and turned around to look at her.

Then you hear a rustling sound. It was a while later that the sound that seemed to be coming from her clothes stopped.

“Aren’t you scared?”

It was a familiar voice. But it looked strangely different from usual.

“You know… That’s me.”

That. It was an ambiguous expression, but the meaning was clear.

The voice pretending to be calm was the same as usual, but it was different from usual in that it was trembling with a slight fear.

“Why are you asking that?”

I asked deliberately bluntly. Because of that, the answer was a little slow.

“Because this is my first time doing something like this.”

Something like this. I don’t know exactly what it means, but it was okay to lump it together. The meaning was clear.

It was honest and easy to understand.

“We weren’t together for very long, but we were in similar situations. That’s why it’s more like that.”

I thought it would be difficult if things suddenly changed.

The sound of adding something as if he was making a fuss was rarely filled with emotion.

It was a lonely voice.

“I’m a monster too. Those worries….”

“That’s because I don’t feel safe with that.”

After hearing what she said, I understood what she meant.

It was obvious what I wanted. I couldn’t have known because I was honest.

“It’s difficult.”

But it wasn’t easy to answer such honesty.

To put it bluntly, I couldn’t control other people’s emotions at will, nor could I give a great speech to make them feel anxious.

Even with empty words, my speaking skills were not that great. What I was good at was limited.

So, after thinking for a while, I opened my mouth.

“No matter what I say, I don’t think it will be of much help.”

No response. Perhaps because of his blunt attitude, I even felt a slight hint of disappointment.

I finished her sentence before she got even more disappointed.

“Just watch it for now.”

“… Huh?”

“What’s so urgent? “You can take it slow.”

When she turned her head, Isla was glaring at her, wearing black pants that clung to her light shirt.

I smiled at Isla.

“I don’t know how long I will continue to know more, but there is nothing good about getting to know people roughly like frying beans. “Let’s just figure it out slowly.”

Of course, this was completely opposite to Isla’s concerns.

She trusted me, but she was worried that she would be betrayed or that I would change.

My answer did not answer those concerns.

But at the same time, it was also my honest truth.

Even though we had known each other for less than 100 hours, she picked me up even though she knew nothing.

She said she was caught up, but she followed me, and she asked me for help.

Furthermore, I even risked my life on the fact that I was a monster. If I were a normal human or a crazy murderous monster, I would be dead the moment I woke up.

Even though Grim Darker is such a world.

That alone was enough to build trust. I wasn’t a great person who could spit on someone else’s trust.

I don’t have to live alone in this world.

Of course, I can’t be relieved to hear these words, but I felt relieved. Phew, Isla sat down on the bed with a sigh, and Isla stood there blankly.

“… “You call that comfort?”

He smiled brightly.

To an average person, it might not be that vivid, but because he had been expressionless, it was a smile that stood out for no reason.

She said with that smile on her face.

“But strangely, I feel relieved.”

It was an unexpected result. I burst into laughter as I faced Isla.

“They say women are difficult, and it’s true.”

Anyway, it worked out well. It was when I lay down in bed, leaning over, thinking.

“That’s right. “It’s difficult for women.”

A sudden voice was heard. It wasn’t a familiar voice, so my head turned without realizing it.

There was something like a gray-white shadow in that place.

The shadows are so clear that you can make out the features of her face.

As soon as I saw it, something seemed to overlap. The warlock I saw in the prison underground of this city hall.

It does not resemble his face, which was ruined after torture and violence.

Standing there was not such a broken woman, but a beautiful woman.

A woman with a distinctive, ominous smile.

“What’s wrong?”

As I reflexively got up from the bed, Isla calmly asked right behind me.

As if she couldn’t see the woman in front of her.

As if only I could see it.

“Women often hide their true feelings, but sometimes they are honest. Like now.”

The woman said. Isla still seemed confused and she was asking me why, but she couldn’t answer.

No way… ?

Suddenly the woman laughed.

“Similarly, sometimes I use this obvious but effective tactic. “You studied, right?”

I stiffened my face and shuddered from the cold sensation.

I swallowed as goosebumps ran up my spine. A cold and chilling sensation that I felt for the first time after falling on this earth.

It was someone’s malicious intent.

The Black Knight is the best invention of the anti-demon school.

They had more than just armor made with black paint.

Their body itself is the magic of the anti-magic school, so even without armor, they have anti-magic power.

He was close to an anti-horseman himself.

So small magic and curses do not work. Unless it is an indirect means of magical attack, even bare body will not work against the Black Knight.

And I was not the black knight.

“You’re not the Black Knight, are you?”

I have no anti-magic power, and even minor magic works for me.

Like now.

I felt cold sweat running down my forehead.

Instinct spoke. Today’s tailing and this magic have nothing to do with it.

Furthermore, my reason whispered the correct answer.

This warlock was caught on purpose.

“Good.”

This warlock still had a way to communicate with his subordinates outside.