I Became the Wrong Race

131 – Golem (8)

The world went dark. Nothing was left intact, and everything was stained pitch black, so I couldn’t even see my palm.

There Llewelyn opened her eyes. She was dazed, and with open eyes she scanned her surroundings, and only after scanning did she realize that she had no idea how she had ended up here.

So I searched through her memories of her.

She fought the shapeshifters. If that can be called a fight.

He was beaten, and the Empress, the monarch of the transformation race, was also beaten with words.

What happens after that?

Probably back at the hotel… Yes, I sucked blood.

She was bitten so deeply that her blood was sucked, causing her to lose consciousness, and it was only now that she came to her senses.

A landscape that feels as if eternal night has arrived. As Llewelyn slowly turned her head and looked around her, she realized that the place she was standing now was not an ordinary place.

Rather, it is a place close to an idea, so to speak. It is conceptual and close to the inner self. Only after gaining insight did Llewellyn realize that it was not his idea

Although she called herself a genius and all, Llewelyn knew very well that her intellectual ability was not above the ordinary.

She did not have a good memory, and her thinking skills were not at the level where she could guess the correct answer with simple clues.

Her intuition has only improved recently, but that’s largely thanks to her mourner’s perk, ‘haunted intuition.’

In essence, Llewelyn was clueless and her intelligence was mediocre, so Llewelyn blinked her eyes in doubt.

Then her vision slowly opened and she began to see something. Suddenly, a man cuts through the darkness and approaches.

Her face was not visible. It didn’t seem like the deeply pressed hood was the reason.

As she walked, holding a torch in her other hand, only the shadow on her face did not waver. I’m not a scientist, but it doesn’t make sense based on common sense.

Llewelyn looked at the man. Even though it’s really just a guess that she’s a guy.

Then there was a voice flowing out.

An unknown language whose meaning is difficult to understand, but strangely conveys what one wants to say.

The figure spoke. Are you really satisfied with that?

Even though I couldn’t hear the voice or the words, I felt like only the meaning reached my head.

‘I feel bad.’

But she thought of it as something other than discomfort.

Are you satisfied with what?

As if Llewelyn could reach her thoughts, the figure of her with her hood up gently reached out her hand holding her torch.

She seemed like she was going to give me this. Something too trivial to be given as a favor.

Isn’t it just a torch? Just as Llewelyn thought, the being acted as if the torch was something special.

It’s as if that’s the power Llewelyn desperately seeks, and if she has it, she can achieve what she aims for.

But can there be such a good deal?

Before he knew it, Lewelyn was glaring at her figure with sharply opened eyes.

Her face is not visible. Because her voice was not heard, it was difficult to guess her age, and it was unclear what the symbol of the torch in her hand was.

Llewelyn felt like she knew who this was.

The source of the mourner’s power.

Father.

Even though his identity was discovered, his father did not move a muscle. He was pushing the torch as if he would not accept it.

Llewell Lin naturally stretched out her hand and struck out the torch.

The black, mysterious figure looked at the torch that had fallen to the floor and then disappeared.

‘Fuck you guys, you keep being so fucking shit.’

Actually, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

To tell the truth, she did not mention it out of fear that her colleagues would worry.

This happened quite often. Whenever Llewelyn lost consciousness for a long time or fell asleep, there were people who came to Llewelyn and seduced her.

Some of them were mothers, and some were fathers like now.

Sometimes, it felt like something other than those two was staring at her Llewelyn.

Llewelyn was uncomfortable with that. But she felt uncomfortable and couldn’t consult with anyone else.

She knew she would be worried, but she didn’t think anyone would be able to give a clear answer to the situation.

So I usually responded like this.

When I told her to give me strength, she told me to fuck off and kicked her.

If you glare at her without wanting anything, she runs out to stab you in the eye.

She wanted something, so when he tried to seduce me, I closed my ears and ran away.

I wondered if it would work because it was just a dream, but it worked better than I thought. In its own way, it was worth it since it was a way to communicate.

Anyway, once the visitors in the dream disappeared, Llewelyn was alone. In this bleak and cold dream space, she had to wait for her body to regain consciousness.

So naturally, Llewelyn lay down on her floor and looked up at the sky blankly.

I don’t know if you can call that sky. Anyway.

Llewellyn thought as she looked up at the dark sky.

She should have been fed consistently.

I didn’t expect that Lorian would be so hungry that she would faint like this.

After all, aren’t people like that too? When you’re hungry, you get irritated, angry, and even get angry over trivial things.

Overseas it was called Hangry. It’s anger that comes from hunger.

If you look at Laurian’s actions in that way, she could understand.

Also, not being able to feed pets on time is usually the fault of the owner.

Does she have to give it to her every evening? Or maybe she should ask Ortemilia to produce synthetic blood or something.

She sighed in agony and waited for her body to wake up.

Something was slowly emerging as I looked up.

It was a memory.

“… “Sister.”

In the memories that were recalled, there was a sister.

Even so, she was the older sister in my memory who tackled the problem head on that I had already been ignoring.

Llewelyn was looking up at her sister’s face from a comfortable position.

My sister had a strange expression. Even Llewellyn had an expression that she wouldn’t have thought of if she hadn’t seen Lorian right after she had sucked his blood.

The fact that his sister could make this look and that she made that look on him both bothered him.

‘Since when did it start?’

Llewelyn thought idly as she lay down.

‘Since when did my sister start looking at me like that?’

Llewelyn was under the illusion that she knew, at least a little, that she was a woman. That’s why she knew that even though she didn’t do anything, she wasn’t always loved.

Even so, there is usually an opportunity.

I’m not talking about trivial considerations. Le Welin knew that observation was a common trigger for affection.

One day, when a girl in her class confessed to her, she asked her why she liked her, and she honestly told her all about it.

There is such a thing as the first moment of observation, the moment when an individual’s actions come into view.

However, throughout her life, Llewellyn did not know whether there was ever an opportunity for her sister to look at her like that.

She thought that maybe she was like that because she was the one being looked after, because she was her younger sister.

Just as Llewelyn’s older sister was her only family and only protector in the world, she probably had something similar to her older sister.

She was an unknown. She felt sick for no reason.

There were so many emotions she had to face, it felt like her insides she were churning.

She might have anemia from having her blood sucked too much. She could feel her her body her her slowly regaining consciousness.

And as she regained consciousness, the last thing Llewelyn saw was Lorian’s expression of hers, which seemed to overlap with that of her older sister hers.

It was the expression immediately after blood sucking.

Was it really just desire?

The answer was quickly apparent. When Llewelyn came to her senses, he felt a soft touch on the back of her head.

She frowned to adjust to the bright light, and then she saw her hand sneaking into the corner of her eye, creating a shadow for her.

These are white and pretty hands. She had no calls. Before her gender was fixed, she must have had a lot of calls. As I was thinking, a face that was clean without any blemishes beyond her hands suddenly came into view.

Red eyes that shine brightly like rubies.

A beautiful and cute face that seems to be tightly centered around those eyes.

In addition to the deep worry and regret that permeated his face her her her, his skin her was so pure that it felt pale, and even his hair her was pure white.

Llewelyn came to her senses her on Lorian’s knee pillow.

“… From next time, should we give blood more often?”

Those were the words that came out of her mouth as soon as she came to her senses. I didn’t know it would be so fast that she lost consciousness.

Lorian laughed awkwardly, probably wondering if it was at the level of draining all the blood from his entire body.

“Then it would be better for me…” ” Surprisingly, I guess this isn’t a bad thing… “It was more delicious than I expected.”

“It’s because I’m having a hard time, you crazy b*tch.”

“Well, that’s true. Llewelyn, didn’t you say that? “If you’re hungry, eat anything.”

I think the mayor said it was a side dish, but maybe it was translated that way or I vaguely remembered it.

Llewellyn lay on her side her her hers, using Lorian’s thin, soft legs her her hers as a pillow.

She liked the fabric that touched her cheek and the soft skin typical of a young woman.

As she was doing this, Llewellyn hesitated, but she still had to say it, so after a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth.

“Hey, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you like me too?”

As Lorian brushed her Llewelyn’s bangs, it hardened, and as it hardened, she let out a stupid sound.

Then Llewelyn turned her head and met her eyes, and Lorian saw the obvious confusion in her eyes.

“… Oh, how did you know… ?”

It wasn’t something she would say while declaring her lover.