I’m the Only One With a Different Genre

28 – In Search of Iris Three Thousand Miles Away

“Ha, hat!”

The sword that had been abandoned in the training warehouse cut through the air, producing a sharp sound.

“Lift your arm a little higher!”

“Ugh!”

“Breathe regularly!”

Today, in the training ground permeated with intense heat, Noah, after swinging the sword several times, swept the bright brown hair clinging to his face to the back.

The emerald-green eyes, which had always been deep-set, now sparkled brilliantly. Julia circled around her, smiling satisfactorily.

“It’s still far, but it shouldn’t be bad at this level.”

She spoke as if it were nothing special, but Julia was so impressed by Noah’s talent that she couldn’t help but applaud.

Teach him one thing, and he would understand ten; he could learn in a few hours what ordinary people took a month to learn. It was a talent that was more than sufficient, even if it were said to be a gift from heaven.

Noah, too, was keenly aware that he was growing stronger, which only fueled his impatience even more.

“I need to get stronger, faster.”

If the situation had no solution, it was a precarious situation where the sweet taste of success was within reach. It was only natural that a body overflowing with talent would become more intense as it faced adversity.

If Noah had possessed ordinary talents, she might have fallen before honing her skills properly. However, Noah’s dazzling talents only grew stronger as her body underwent intense training.

Because of this, Noah trained her body like a person addicted to exercise, her eyes sparkling with hope as the days went by.

In contrast to Noah’s optimistic energy, there was someone emitting a gloomy aura.

“Heuh, heuh…”

Pia, crouched inside a dusty guest room wardrobe that had been neglected, whimpered in pain.

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Negativity naturally flowed into her thoughts. Moreover, half of the dark magic she was dealing with amplified negative emotions and made magic disassembly sites undesirable. That’s why Pia ended up avoiding Lian.

“This… all of this is because of that guy.”

Pia transferred all her endless fear to Lian. Only by doing so could she catch her breath.

“Yeah, it’s all because of that guy, Unni.”

As Pia’s mind crumbled beyond a certain point, her sister began whispering different words.

“It’s all because of that white-haired slave. So let’s get rid of him.”

“Get rid…get rid of him?”

“To chase him away from here so he can never bother Unni again.”

If Pia had maintained even a bit of sanity, she would have found her sister’s sudden change in attitude perplexing. However, her mind was on the verge of collapse. If left like this, she might even consider ending her own life. Pia was crushed by a sense of guilt to the point where, instinctively, she wanted to treat the victim well to atone for her sins. Seeking solace through penance.

Pia was no different from those who, burdened by a distant sense of guilt, blindly followed the words like a slave of hallucinations.

“What… what should I do?”

Her sister, who had previously spat out hatred, now began calmly instructing her with a gentle voice.

*Squeak* -.

Pia stumbled out of the wardrobe, swaying as she left the room. Due to dark magic, her presence had become extremely faint.

***

“No news is good news. No news is good news.”

Mia walked through the slightly chilly corridor, muttering to herself, but her heart didn’t ease.

‘Where on earth is it!’

The moment she heard about a new experimental subject, Mia rushed straight to the slave market. Despite searching through both the enormous and smaller slave markets, Iris was nowhere to be found.

That meant she had already been sold.

“It’ll be… be okay.”

Despite saying so, her legs trembled uncontrollably. There was no way to meet Iris other than through Mia, and her throat felt choked, like swallowing a dense sweet potato.

Finally, in the middle of the corridor, she knelt down, clutching her hair.

“Kraaa! There’s no way! No way!”

Internally screaming, she let tears flow like a waterfall.

‘Still, there’s an original work and a concept of causality – somehow, can’t it be resolved?’

Turning away from reality.

‘Why did Odil run away! I treated him well! Fed him good food and gave him nice clothes!’

In the midst of anger.

“Should I just live here as an experimental slave? It doesn’t seem that bad.”

He adapted to reality. After undergoing several stages of emotional changes, the conclusion I reached was simple.

“Uwaaa! Please drop the protagonist in front of me! Or send me to the door that leads anywhere! Where on earth is Iris…!”

Residents of the comedic world cry out their hopes fervently when in despair. And then they quickly regain their composure and stand up. I’m like that.

“Ugh, let’s go prepare the meal.”

Until this moment, I had never imagined that the words I shouted would actually come true.

***

Swish, whoosh!

“Wow, Noah is amazing again today.”

I watched Noah, wielding a sword while sewing. It had only been a week since he first held the sword, and now he was flying through the air.

‘Kya – He’s like a real prince.’

Every time Noah swung the sword like the protagonist in a dazzling martial arts movie, his short brown hair shook. The eyes reminiscent of a fairy tale prince would make countless women weep in the future.

‘I’ll just be a side character next to him. Yeah…’

Tears flowed down my eyes. No, this wasn’t tears. It was raining. Even though this was an indoor practice field, my statement still held.

I wiped my face lightly, stealing the tears, and quickly moved my hands.

[What are you doing?]

While I shed tears, Giuliana approached and looked at what I was sewing.

“I’m making dolls.”

[This?]

After roughly mending Mia’s clothes with the needles and threads I received, I gathered unusable fabric to make cute dolls.

I showed the adult-sized male doll placed beside me.

[Oh, it looks surprisingly convincing.]

The doll had eyes, nose, and mouth embroidered on a torso about half the size of a baguette, similar to a sock doll.

‘It’s a piece of cake.’

I murmured inwardly as I quickly crafted the doll. Then Giuliana, with an astonished tone, said,

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[Wait, do you really need to make so many?]

“At first, I was making a doll to give to Pia, who seemed low-spirited lately, but it seems like the kids would be disappointed if I only give one. So I’m making dolls for all the kids. This one’s for Giuliana.”

[I… I get one too?]

Giuliana looked at the doll I had made with an overwhelmed expression. It had the same bead-like eyes, small mouth, and nose as the other dolls, but the hairstyle resembled Giuliana’s.

“I can’t catch this… huh? Why is this caught?”

“It’s a ghost, that’s why.”

“No, you can’t catch a ghost!”

After a few determined steps, Juliana looked at Noah swinging the sword as if her break was over and swiftly flew away.

“Ugh… Finding Iris is a problem, but dealing with Pia is also an issue.”

I recalled Pia, who had been avoiding me lately. Every time we met from a distance, she seemed to have a gloomy expression, as if something was bothering her.

“I probably shouldn’t force a meeting. Lily mentioned that talking to her seemed fine, though.”

If she disliked me, it was better to avoid her. I remembered a time when a female student, who wasn’t well-received in the comedy world, vomited in front of me.

“If she doesn’t like it, I should stay away.”

Once again, tears streamed down my face like a river.

“Alright, it’s done!”

After completing the last doll, I held it close in my arms.

“I’ll just put them on the kids’ beds, right?”

With a cheerful face, I headed to the dormitory to deliver the dolls.

And then, I was kidnapped.