I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 27

Chapter 27 – Just Introduce Her to the Organs, Right?

The fear and terror that had gripped Pia until moments ago now felt like a dream. She looked at Lian with a vacant expression.

“Why? Did you see something scary? Perhaps, a ghost?”

As Pia nodded, Lian laid out an absurd story with a serious expression. Having been scared stiff then suddenly relaxed, Pia was unable to manage her expression as usual.

“Don’t forget, geospatial coordinates and handstanding -…”
“Pfffhh…stop, it’s too funny, my stomach hurts…”

When was the last time she had laughed so much?

The built-up emotions seemed to drain all at once, releasing continuous laughter.

“Aren’t you coming in?”
“Oh, we were just having a very important discussion.”
“Pfffhaha…”

The conversation between the two that would normally feel unpleasant to Pia now just sounded amusing. Pia, despite feeling embarrassed by her own reaction, let herself enjoy the buoyant mood without resistance.

“If you have something fun to talk about, come inside. I want to hear it too.”

After Lian and Noah entered the dining hall, Pia, left alone, swallowed her laughter and tried to step inside.

“Sister, are you having fun?”
“…?!”

If her sister’s voice hadn’t echoed again, she certainly would have been. The smile that had been spreading on her lips quickly faded, replaced by a creeping chill of fear.

“How can you be having fun? You killed me?”
“No, no that’s not true…”

“If only you had tried a little harder, I could have lived. But you abandoned me as I was dying. You ran away. So it’s no different than if you killed me.”

A dread as if being thrown into a black pit started to consume Pia again. Instinctively, she grasped the handle of the dining hall door.

“Sister? Where are you going? Are you leaving me behind again?”

The voice sent a surge of fear through Pia. Her mind filled only with the thought that she was frightened and needed to flee.

She frantically opened the dining hall door and entered, causing the hallucinations to fade. Pia’s eyes settled on Lily, who appeared to have just started eating.

‘Ah, my sister.’

Pia, half out of her senses, took her food and headed to where Lily was.

“…Is it tasty, Lily?”
“Sister, are you hurt somewhere?”
“No?”

How could I dare to be hurt? It should be you who is hurting.

The hallucination had ceased, but the whispered words remained like burn marks, endlessly tormenting Pia.

“It’s all because of the ghost.”

It was Lian who once again drew her from the murky waters into the light. With Lian speaking seriously about ways to exorcise ghosts, the fear gnawing at her mind vanished instantly.
T h i s w as co pi e d fr om k i n g m t l . o r g

Th is w a s c o pi e d f ro m k i n g m t l .o r g
“Wow! Jess, that’s amazing!”
“Amazing!”

The clamorous scene made her laugh. For the first time since becoming a slave, Pia allowed herself to laugh freely.

Yet, there was someone who did not take well to the situation.

“Damn it! Why does the magic keep breaking off? Has protective magic been cast?”

All because of Lian’s comedic filter, but Dovan had no way to know that.

“If this is how it’s going to be, I’ll have to cast a more vicious spell.”

With a glint in his eye, Dovan collected magic energy and cast a dreadful dark spell on Pia’s bed. He shrugged his shoulders and let out a deflated balloon-like ugly laugh.

Rustle -.

“..!”

Startled by a sudden noise, Dovan shrank like a scared mouse and quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Caw -.

“Tch…”

A crow cawed, wandering around the pile of trash. Dovan, who initially tensed up thinking it was Jiso, clicked his tongue in relief.

‘I’ll obtain that slave as soon as possible and leave this place!’

Wearing a hideous smile, Dovan added even more magic energy to Pia’s bed. Like insects creeping between mounds of trash, his quiet, unsettling movements ensured Mia did not detect him.

However, someone else did catch him.

“Rrhm, thought you’d run away, but here you are, slumped down?”

Browned skin, hair a bright shade aligned between yellow and orange, and slit eyes that made it difficult to tell if they were open or closed.

Jiso, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, was looking down at Dovan from high up on a building, quite a distance from where Dovan was hiding. Behind her stood a pretty woman with cat-like features, dressed in a suit and her hair tied up high, who spoke with a blunt voice.

“It seems he has another motive.”
“Something more important than his life? How interesting.”
“Should I bring him back?”
“No, no. Let’s see what kind of treasure he’s after.”

Jiso shrugged her shoulders with a loose smile.
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“It’s part of their education, so you should leave now.”
“But…”
“Lian.”
“Got it.”

I managed to get kicked out even though I just came to do the dishes. The reason was that the children needed to learn to clean up by themselves.

Watching children barely old enough to turn ten washing dishes might look like child abuse, but for them, learning directly related to survival.

Once outside the kitchen, I had nothing to do. There was no radio, leaving only meditation as an activity in this place.

‘Huff… Might as well take a walk since I have things to ponder.’

The problem I had shelved away for lacking any solution or clue suddenly reared its head.

“Haah…”

Only sighs readily came forth.

Originally, Iris was sold to Odil’s lab and was meant to live as an experimental subject. Before she could be delivered to the slave trader’s hands, Odil took off and the lab burnt to ash.

The original story was completely twisted from the start.

‘Uh… she’s not really dead, is she?’

A rising sense of hopelessness overwhelmed me. The original story, which was expected to be a cheat key, was rendered useless since it was twisted from the very beginning.
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‘It would be good if I could even confirm if she’s alive. But I can’t leave this place… maybe I could ask Mia to run an errand in my place? No, that’s not it. Even if she allows it, I’ll probably get caught by slave traders and sold back again.’

Other ideas included ‘asking Mia to take me shopping with her’, ‘escaping the mansion secretly to find Iris’, ‘looking for tools in the mansion that seem dangerous but could help track Iris’, but all were futile.

Papabarbat.

I tousled my hair and inwardly screamed.

‘Aaaaah! I really need to meet Iris, but there’s no way to get out!’

I grimaced and roared internally until a bold thought struck me.

“Wait, why don’t I just ask Mia?”
T h is w a s c o pi e d f r o m k ingm tl.o rg

Mia was a black warlock with a cold demeanor, but she was surprisingly open to my requests.

“She has been quite receptive to my requests lately…”

Recently, Mia had become mentally unstable and easily agreed to even trivial requests. I immediately turned towards the lab.

“Maybe she’ll help me?”

The prospect of getting information about Iris spurred my thoughts into frantic action. My footsteps quickened, and I found myself gasping for breath.

“Haah, ha!”

Thanks to the quick dash, I arrived at Mia’s lab in no time.

“Whew…”

After catching my breath, I knocked cautiously. Then I entered without waiting.

“Hmm…? What’s up?”

Mia was slouched over in her chair with a vacant look. She often sorted through data and slumped over in frustration like this, so I wasn’t startled and proceeded inside.

“Mia, could you… possibly look for someone for me?”
“Ha…”

Mia laughed emptily and looked at me directly. There was a tinge of anger and irritation in her eyes.

Even though Mia treated me kindly, for a slave like me to treat Mia like a mercenary and ask for favors was crossing a line.

T hi s w a s c opi ed f rom ki ngm t l . o rg
But there was a reason I could make such a brazen! request.

“I’m really worried about my little sister, who resembles me.”
“Sister…?”
“My sister, who shares the same ‘bloodline’ as me.”
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“The same bloodline… a new experimental subject…”

Mia’s crumpled expression suddenly became dreamy. Knowing her interest in my body, it was a tempting conversation.

‘I’ll manage somehow once she brings her here!’

While Mia might conduct experiments on Iris, I didn’t see much cause for concern.

As Iris shares the bloodline of a hero, she would have a body with far superior resilience than the average human, though probably not as exceptional as mine.

‘Of course, it would be impossible for her to be killed and come back to life.’

Seeing the relatively normal (?) state of Iris would likely lead Mia to stop the experiments promptly.

If Mia becomes angry and threatens to sell Iris, or doesn’t stop experimenting on her, I would simply need to amuse her with a phenomenal gag fit for the comedic world’s inhabitants.

‘I guess I’ll just have to introduce her to the organs.’

Th i s w a s c o p ie d f r o m ki n gm tl . or g
If organs with lips and eyes go “Whiz – ! Pretty lady, got time?” and hand her a rose from who-knows-where, there should be some way to handle it.

If that still doesn’t work, then I can dredge up the pre-adjusted plot point that ‘mental shock can weaken the body,’ and lie that without my sister, my recovery rate has slowed down.

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“What does your sister look like?”
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Mia was taken in by my words, her eyes twinkling as she leaned in. By reflex, my gaze drifted down before returning to Mia’s face.

Clearing my throat, I informed her of Iris’s slave status and her appearance.