After Becoming a Little Sister

"I...but...this..." The werewolf professor couldn't accept it: "Are you joking?"

Or as a modern person, he couldn't accept what Alia said lightly.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Aliya frowned slightly: "Have you ever killed someone?"

"..."

"I said—have you ever killed anyone?"

"No, no..."

"Have you ever been cut off by a sword?"

"what?"

Alia lowered her head, instinctively wanting to touch the lighter, and then realized that she was a little fairy who didn't smoke.

So she took out her pocket, took out a piece of white rabbit toffee, and lowered her head to peel off the wrapper.

"Have you heard the sound of bones being bitten? Have you ever smelled the stench of rotting flesh?"

"Kazi—"

Gently, the sound of the candy paper being rubbed, it sounds like the crisp sound of bones being crushed.

"I--"

"Have you ever seen your brothers and sisters, parents and children being killed right in front of your eyes, or even eaten alive? Or your beloved woman was treated as breeding livestock, your beloved man was cut open and washed Hanging on the poles to become jerky for the winter?"

"..."

"Ever hungry enough to eat dirt, gnaw bark, exchange their children and cook them?"

Aliya said so faintly, threw the big white rabbit toffee into her mouth, raised her eyes, and the eyes were as cold as ice.

"Even the soup is reluctant to waste a mouthful. Can you understand that feeling?"

That was the miserable situation of the frontier cities of the human race back then, and it was even a thousand times more miserable than this, and it lasted for an unknown number of years.

The prosperous king capital of the human species and the nobles live in peace and harmony, but those border cities bordering the orcs are harassed every year.

Human beings in the interior are constantly being expelled or "deceived" to the border. In the era of lagging information circulation, innocent people thought that they could have a piece of arable land of their own on the border, as the nobles said, and they could find a new life. Only need to pay labor to open up wasteland.

But all of this is false. For hundreds of years, the nobles of the human race have even reached a tacit agreement with the kobolds and goblins. They only need to pay tens of thousands of "human beasts" every year to obtain hypocrisy. of peace.

Even in years when there is no cold winter, the orcs will 'mercifully' ask for a little less, and keep it as food for next year, so that the humans in the border areas can multiply as much as possible.

How could the legion commander not kill them?How can you resist not killing them? !

Beastmen are fearful of power but not virtuous. Only when you kill them, will they recognize your reasoning, obey your concession, and think it is kindness rather than weakness.

Behind those eyes is a murderous intent that surges like a huge wave. The mountain piled up with flesh and bones is the ordinary human standing on the top of the mountain crying.

Even though the enemy is not regarded as a human being, he keeps fighting, advancing, crushing everything, and knocking down any obstacles.

But the moment he stopped and put down his weapon, his heart would still be tormented, he would vomit because of physical discomfort, and have nightmares because of psychological guilt.

I would hide in a corner and cry alone, thinking "what a horrible thing I'm doing" countless times, wanting to end my life.

But as long as you turn your head, you will see the hopeful eyes behind you, and realize that you are not only carrying your own life, but also more.

So he picked up the sword again, buckled down his armor, hid his tears and expressions, without any mercy, and used terror and killing as his name, and continued to move forward.

Until all the strife was subsided, and the long-lost peace came again, the highest and highest tyrant who used violence to control violence, and killed to stop killing, gained a moment of false peace, comforting himself that he just did what he should do, be himself think the right thing.

How hypocritical!How bloody - but in the eyes of others, this is an out-and-out hegemony, and the one who has done all this is a veritable overlord.

The Overlord is tired. At the beginning, the Overlord only wanted to be a nanny who healed the sick and saved people. The Overlord wanted to be a good person, but a good person has to be pointed at by a gun, and a good person cannot live.

Then whoever does not let him live, he will let him die - this is the cognition that has long been engraved into the soul of the legion commander, the so-called princes and generals are kind.

The biggest mistake of Tianjie back then was not that it did not try its best to suppress the legion leader from the beginning.

But from the beginning to the end, I thought that the armor was the human soul of the world of divine grace...

"..."

Aliya stared into the eyes of the werewolf professor for a long time, then lowered her eyes again, restraining her killing intent.

"It seems that you didn't teach the subject of war in college."

"……Feel sorry."

Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the werewolf professor, and he has only recovered from cardiopulmonary arrest. He doesn't even know why he apologized.

It's not that he succumbed to the opponent's power, but rather a kind of... deeper sorrow that he felt before.

"Forget it, since you want to be a human being, then you can do as you please, I don't mind." Aliya exhaled a foul breath with a sweet fragrance.

She chewed the candy in her mouth, and she seemed to have regained the sunshine. She turned her gentle gaze to the werewolf next to her, asking the boss about the kindness of the soldier.

"What's your name?"

Aliya used the language of the earth before, and the werewolves of the divine grace descended on the fleet did not understand it.

As for the power of the legion commander, it wasn't aimed at him. He just felt a little low pressure and had difficulty breathing, so he didn't care too much.

The young man with a huge wolf's head faced this girl who was very different from the legend, and tried to tell himself that she was the supreme God Khan.

"My name is Don!" The werewolf boy stood at attention abruptly, which made the werewolf professor next to him tremble with fright.

"Well, don't be nervous." Alicia raised her hand to appease the other party: "Have you had any difficulties at work recently?"

"No difficulty! All for the Wisdom Seed Alliance!"

"What about the diet? Is there anything I'm not used to when I'm here for the first time? Is it not acclimatized? Are there enough supplies?"

After talking with the werewolf boy for a while, Aliya asked him to sit down, and the latter sat upright with his back straight. He was not nervous when he spoke, but his hands were clenched.

It would be better to say that this is the normal attitude towards the prestigious army commander back then——Ajin and Ernier are giant dragons who are used to being undisciplined, Ah Meow is one of their own, General Rexxar and Great Mentor Rosenberg It is the backbone of the human race, one more harmonious than the other.

"I asked you to come here to verify some things. If you werewolves, I remember that you can trace your blood, right?"

"Yes……"

"Well, then you can try to trace it back to the blood of your tribe or other tribes from him."

"...Let me try it." The werewolf boy looked at the human whose blood was so thin that he no longer had the shape of a wolf. So this is still a half-orc?

Without further ado, he caught the latter with one mouthful. The werewolf professor had his throat stuck in his throat and before he could scream, he quickly raised his hand to cover it consciously.

The werewolf boy tasted it for a long time with his eyes closed, then let go of his mouth and smacked the taste. The wolf's head was visible to the naked eye, wondering: "Are you... are you really a werewolf?"

"...my ancestors were."

"But……"

"—Don't insult me! Although I think I'm human, my mother never did anything wrong to my father—and neither did my grandma!"

"Your grandma has something to do with your father...?"

"Bah! Disgusting!"

"You said it yourself." The werewolf boy was quite helpless. It's not like this kind of thing has never been seen among the orcs.

The sons of some tribal chiefs will accept multiple wives from their fathers to maintain their rule. After all, all this is for the reproduction of the tribe.

"How about it, can you trace his bloodline?"

"No... Khan, his blood has nothing to do with our tribe, maybe a branch of a very small tribe."

"What tribe are you from?"

"The Bartley tribe." The werewolf boy lowered his head: "The largest tribe with ten thousand people that offended you back then."

"...Well, I see, Mr. Bartley..."

"That—the Bartley Department or something, refers to the werewolf group, right?" The werewolf professor couldn't hold back: "Is it the hometown of alien species?"

"No, the Bartley tribe is the name of a tribe. The Bartley family, the golden family, was the largest werewolf tribe among the orcs back then."

"Sounds very powerful!" The werewolf professor's eyes lit up: "Then are they... rich and powerful now? Are they related to me by blood?"

"You want to have something to do with them?" Aliya looked at him curiously.

"……Any problem?"

"No, it's just that they are dead. I killed them. If you want, I can send you to see them."

At that time, more than 50 orcs had gathered, and they had just fought a field battle with the First Human Legion led by Aliya, and Khan Bartley was considered a man.

Even the opponent once besieged the army commander in the depths of the grassland, and almost succeeded in killing this confidant.

The reason why it is said to be a little bit close is that there was a large-scale spontaneous gathering expedition in the territory of the follow-up human species. The veterans in the retreated places prepared their own weapons and food, and brought more than one million human soldiers and civilians all the way to the border. Back to the besieged remnants of the First Army.

However, within the orc race, because of their different ethnic groups, many tribes that were fighting for success fled away after seeing the situation was not good, and sold Bartley Khan.

If you have to find a similar existence, Bartley Khan is probably a combination of Hou Dae and World Sha, but what he got is not the script for the rise of the tribe...

"..."

The werewolf professor blinked, his neck receded, and his body shrank back.

He felt that his brain was flooded-I'm so stupid, really, why do I think this innocent-looking girl in front of me is a good person?

It's better to be your own human being honestly, don't make so many moths, your life is important.

"Isn't it the descendant of the werewolf in the world of divine grace?" Aliya folded her hands on her chest and nodded her lips: "Nuwa, is there any detailed information comparison result?"

"Is it about the family background check of Mr. Zeppelin and Mr. Yale?" 』

"Hmm——if it corresponds to the earth, what's the situation? Can you get in touch with that astrologer?"

"If there is no problem with the verification of the current data, then the astrologer on this side of the earth is most likely to be the same body of Mr. Yale's grandmother. 』

"anything else?"

"Mr. Zeppelin's family background is relatively complicated, but the Randolph family is very likely to have a blood relationship with the extinct 'alien species' on Earth. 』

"Vampire or werewolf?"

"Werewolves. 』

"What about the time?"

"Late Middle Ages, 14th-15th century period, earlier records cannot be verified. 』

"……really!"