I Became the Wrong Race

37 – Warrior (4)

Level 20 bard and dueling scholar.

And Melody, a swordsman who is also known as the sword of the protector of the nation.

Despite her high level and countless experiences, she was closer to a girl.

It wasn’t just the emotional part.

She wasn’t talking about her virginal appearance, but I thought it would have been better if she had thought in that direction.

I was thinking of Melody’s slender wrists and thighs that were in her hands.

Her slender limbs couldn’t even push me away. Rather, it felt like they had been overwhelmed by me and were just waiting to be pushed away.

It was a weak body. If I had pushed, would Melody have been able to resist?

It felt strange to think that such a strong girl could easily change her life in my hands.

A type of feeling that I cannot explain to myself.

Of course, since he is a bard, he may be able to counter it somehow with melody-based magic….

It never occurred to me that it would actually be faster than covering my mouth.

What if you cover your mouth like that? It was a time when the thoughts that came to mind were so gloomy that I froze without realizing it.

“Are you okay?”

Melody had regained her usual calm. I couldn’t hastily tell her that it was okay.

Is even my mind turning into a monster? Or is he losing his mind at the drastic difference in power?

“It’s nothing.”

So even though the words came out of my mouth, there was an expression of uncertainty.

It had to be that way. Just looking at creative works, there are so many cases of people being swayed by too powerful forces or having their egos destroyed.

This was because it was a problem with such potential.

There are probably quite a few similar cases.

But I hoped that I would not be blinded by my own tastes.

I made up my mind and made up my mind. Even though I chose the wrong race and became a monster, I was chased everywhere, and people were afraid of me.

I wanted to preserve humanity as much as possible.

“It’s nothing.”

So, hearing the words spoken again, Melody rarely opened her eyes. It wasn’t like her, whose eyes were squinted the entire time in the game.

“It wasn’t that kind of expression.”

“If you have that kind of expression.”

“He looked a bit scary. “Like I’m going to eat you.”

Although she was trying to smile, she was gently touching her wrist that was being held by me.

There was a certain imagination that came to mind when I saw that image.

He pushed Melody, who looked like an ordinary girl, and grabbed her wrist, and then….

No, no. Let’s not think about it. After trying hard to erase my thoughts, I changed the topic.

“More than that, why did you call me?”

Only then did Melody stop stroking her wrist and suddenly come to her senses. She smiled with her eyes narrowed as usual.

“Now that the checkup is over, I want to catch up on work.”

Work. When I made a puzzled expression wondering what was going on, Melody waved her index finger at me.

“Shouldn’t we provide compensation or check on and visit colleagues?”

Isla. It was the name of a colleague that I had forgotten for a while as I was lost in a thought.

“A woman feels good when the person she likes comes to visit her. “She might get upset if she wakes up and acts like she doesn’t care?”

As Melody said that, her face turned slightly red. He looked slightly embarrassed, and it felt like he was desperately trying to erase what had happened a moment ago.

It seemed like a bad thought was coming to mind.

Thoughts close to desire that fill my brain like the tide and then drain.

When I got up first to shake off those thoughts, Melody laughed with an exclamation of “Oh, my goodness.”

“Good, good. Then….”

She seemed willing to go along with my intentions.

When brisk steps rang out and Melody approached the door with light steps and opened the door.

“Oh.”

She stiffened with such an exclamation.

Kwiik, boom.

I closed the door again.

“Melody?”

A girl who does not respond even when her name is called. It was a situation where I couldn’t understand what had happened.

I have no choice but to check it for myself. I went to the door and opened it.

“… Ah.”

I froze in my seat with a reaction that was probably not that different from Melody.

Beyond the door, in the slightly open gap, were cold blue-gray eyes.

The face underneath is expressionless and cold, and the gaze directed at me is even colder.

When a chill ran down my face from the gaze looking up at me without blinking, I had to close the door just like Melody did.

When she turns her head in a daze, her eyes meet Melody’s. Bad thoughts inevitably come to mind.

It is not a bad impulse that came to mind with the melody in mind just a moment ago, but a feeling closer to an ominous premonition.

Soon, a cold voice was heard as if confirming that.

“Open.”

That in itself was positive. I gave in to the chill I had never felt before.

*

“How long have you been there?”

“Starting from asking if I can take it now.”

I closed my eyes tightly. It was a situation that made me lament.

I really thought about it for a while, and the words that came out after much thought were close to the bottom line.

“What do you think?”

“Do you want to hear it?”

Cold blue-grey eyes are aimed at me. It’s to the point where I wonder if it would be warmer than this even if an arrow were aimed at it.

I said before Isla could really say anything.

“It was a joke.”

“A joke.”

“The melody was teasing me. When I saw that, I got a little upset….”

“I…” ?”

Just that much? No one was paying attention to the words of the melody that followed.

It was natural for me because that was my true intention, and Isla seemed to think that such things were not important.

“I made that joke because I wanted to pat her on the back.”

“Just kidding… okay.”

Only then did Isla’s eyes open a little. There is little physical difference, but the feeling of coldness has been subdued.

But I couldn’t expect that kind of feeling to last long.

Isla’s eyes turned to me, and she tapped my forehead through my bangs.

“Then is this also a joke?”

And I froze again.

It was because I never thought I would know that far.

Isla is a shapeshifter.

Aren’t she and other members of her transformation group treated as a higher or evolved species of beastmen, even in non-gaming communities?

Their senses are superior to those of beastmen, and their regenerative power, strength, and abilities that come from the form of a beast are also stronger.

However, the weaknesses and estrus peculiar to beastmen were rare. Since the shape can be changed freely to some extent, the game players could say that the shapeshifters were truly a higher species than the beastmen.

And I also thought it was right, even though it was only a moment.

At least now Isla has done something that a prisoner would not dare to do.

The senses are superior to that of a beastman and the high agility of a hunter.

In addition, all the perks for hunting allowed Isla to vividly feel what was happening beyond the wall and beyond the door.

I briefly considered making an excuse, but it didn’t last long. I quickly gave up and opened my eyes.

“Do it?”

“… Huh?”

Isla is shocked and Melody is startled. I confidently walked straight ahead with the two women between me.

“You can do it if you want. “I received it a little while ago.”

Or do you want to try it? Isla stares at me blankly as I repeat my question.

His mouth drops, his gaze briefly looks towards Melody and then back to me. She looked at my forehead and then my lips and said.

“No, that’s enough.”

It was a sudden change in attitude. This was a slightly disconcerting change for me, who had been thinking about kissing or being kissed.

I wondered if it was different from what I expected, but in reality it was a little different.

“When you can’t get enough without doing something. “You will receive it then.”

Contrary to my expectations, she confidently declared.

A statement that conveys the spirit of a hunter. As I stood there blankly, I recalled the worldview information I had seen in a game before.

Northern hunters and beastmen have a strong temperament.

So, they acquire their companions in a very aggressive way.

And Isla was also a northern hunter.

It was around the time when I broke into a cold sweat at the thought that I might be bossamed.

Melody opened her mouth with a slightly sullen expression.

“The business is finished, right? Shall we go?”

“… “Where?”

“We decided to give compensation. Have you forgotten it already? “It is a worthy situation, though.”

Melody glances at Isla, and Isla stands blankly, not paying attention to Melody’s gaze.

She and I were both thinking the same thing.

I think the kiss was compensation.

Even Melody waved her hand with a slightly red face, as if she had just remembered those words.

“Do you think I look like that kind of person! If you want, we can provide you with water and loan! “Your colleagues won’t be satisfied with that, right?”

It was clearly an excuse. At my blank gaze, Melody’s face lit up and she chewed her lip.

“Then what do you have?”

Melody, who had finally cooled her face, spoke confidently.

“Used by imperial intelligence agents, imperial troops, and captains of imperial sailing ships… “There are magic items that have now become trophies of the three clan’s henchmen.”

Magic items. Melody burst out laughing as her eyes widened at her unexpected words.

“I’ll let you choose it yourself.”

It was farming time.