"WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING?!" I screamed, then turned to look at the girl—no...
… this…
… this isn't human…
… what the hell is this?!
"#$%^&*())(&%$#$%&*(," Incomprehensible gibberish left her mouth to my ears, and slowly her features began to contort into something… inhuman.
"Shit… I should have realized it," I muttered, willing more strength to move, but my body just wouldn't obey.
A mimic.
I really should have realized this earlier.
No wonder the scene just didn't add up.
Why did it all have to happen the moment I was passing by?
What was a human-looking girl doing in the dwarven empire?
Why did the orc, which should have so little intelligence, sense my presence?
All these questions… now I have the answer.
It's because the girl wasn't even human in the first place.
She wasn't the victim of the orc.
No.
The orc was the victim all along.
But…