I Became the Wrong Race

132 – Golem (9)

“I knew it… “I guess so.”

Llewelyn let out a sigh, holding on to her heavy weight, and Lorian lowered her head with a sad expression.

It would have been a different story if there had been someone else to observe this sinking atmosphere, but these were the only two present.

Perhaps that’s why Llewelyn decided that she had read Lorian’s her love her her with her her her her her brilliant reasoning her her her and her her her her brilliant mind her her her, and Llewellyn was looking at Llewelyn with astonishment, having seen through her her her her thorough camouflage her

It could be said that they were truly playing among themselves.

But with her her common sense person her her not there to point things out, Llewelyn sighed, holding her weight on Lorian’s lap her her her her.

“Are you okay?”

Lorian didn’t answer, but sometimes silence speaks more than words. Llewelyn looked up at Lorian blankly from Lorian’s soft lap

“Wasn’t she originally a man?”

“… No, we are naturally close to voiceless…”

“Does that mean she can just say, ‘She’s okay now that she’s a woman’ and move on?”

I can not know. What is voiceless in the first place?

In the era in which Llewelyn lived, such discourses were already appearing here and there.

It’s difficult to know about physical gender and mental gender, but Grim Darker is a CRPG, so there were people secretly trying to include such discourse.

So I wasn’t very illiterate. She said that made her Llewelyn conflicted.

And that wasn’t all she said. Llewelyn looked at Lorian’s face from where she lay.

I don’t know what she looked like before. After breaking the gender reversal ring, the curse engraved on her body she remained indelible.

Because of that, if you look at Lorian’s appearance her her, she was clearly a girl.

A pair of bright red eyes and a cute face underneath them.

If you look at her appearance alone, she was a perfect woman. But can she just get over it?

Llewelyn would like to think that she is an attractive human being and that she deserves to be loved.

Apart from that, she also knew that she actually wasn’t like that.

She needed a chance for humans to love humans. No matter how trivial it was, I needed an opportunity to start observation.

Llewellyn had no recollection of doing anything like that to Lorian. Of course, there may be some reason that only she and Lorian know about.

But for some reason, Llewelyn couldn’t think like that, perhaps because of the dream she saw a while ago.

The Son of the ‘Father’.

Ortemiglia said. Whether she said that was the function she intended or not, Llewelyn couldn’t remember, and Orthemilia couldn’t quite tell either.

She didn’t intend it, but it was a function that came into effect due to her father’s factors.

The loving kindness of all things had been distorted and was only manifesting itself to a very small number of people. That added to Llewelyn’s idea of ‘purity of affection.’

Perhaps it was because she had already talked to Isla about this, but Llewelyn was conflicted as she looked up at Lorian’s face.

“You like me.”

“Yes.”

“Why did you like me?”

“… Is it really necessary to give reasons to emotions? My speaking skills are so good…”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Whether it was a small opportunity or a big opportunity… “There must be a reason why you like me.”

Even though we are blood relatives, the way we think and move is the same as that of humans.

The same goes for emotions. No matter how they viewed themselves, their emotions were not significantly different from those of humans.

Even though there may be differences in common sense and behavioral patterns.

There was no significant difference in the emotions underlying their actions.

That’s why Llewellyn thought there must be something inside her. There must be a reason why she liked Llewelyn.

But.

“… “I don’t know.”

Lorian answered that way after thinking for a long time.

The answer is extremely ambiguous. However, Llewelyn was not disappointed for no reason. It’s not that she wasn’t expecting it or anything, it was exactly the answer Llewelyn expected.

“Don’t you remember when it started like that?”

“Since when… ?”

After hearing those words, Lorian rested his chin. I swept my chin with my red prosthetic arm, wrapped my other hand around the elbow of the prosthetic arm, and rolled my eyes.

Her red eyes blinked into the distant sky, tracing her past her.

When I first met Llewelyn.

“In the beginning… It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. Because you were strong and confident. I like it. But that was it.”

It will be so. Even though Lorian was cursed and her body changed, she quickly adapted and pursued Llewelyn to kill him.

The ending would have been obvious if he had not obtained the star blade, cut off his arm, and engraved the judgment that continuing the battle was impossible.

To that extent, Lorian was not the type to let personal emotions get in the way of things.

Maybe he didn’t have enough goodwill to not mess things up.

Naturally, the memory turned to the next point. The next meeting, a bloody battle in front of a crazy dragon.

A temporary alliance and a demonstration of his father’s power.

“Is it that time?”

“… No, probably not.”

Of course, showing my father’s strength played a big role. This is because Lorian was given the choice to ‘join the Blood Bag and move for the glory of the blood family.’

It cannot be denied that the proof of power, those actions, and those qualifications led Lorian and gave him favor.

Everyone could see that this was not something he would say to Lorian that he had fallen in love with Llewelyn.

By then Llewellyn had lifted her body from Lorian’s lap pillow. Because her sitting height was different, their eye level her was different, but since Lorian was kneeling on his lap her her her, it wasn’t a big difference.

“No need to lie down any longer. Her head would hurt and she would feel dizzy.”

“It’s okay. Because it’s important.”

Lorian bit his lip at the discomfort rising somewhere, but did not argue.

She too realized something was strange. As she slowly lowered her eyes, Llewellyn traced her neck.

No fang marks remained. But she still felt a little pain and could tell where she had been bitten.

“Did you start liking it the first time you sucked blood?”

“… “Well, probably not.”

The answer is mysterious. It was because she herself wasn’t sure.

Certainly, looking back on her memories, there was something strange about her.

When she first drank that blood, she strangely had some sort of desire for Llewelyn.

She had no feelings for a bag of blood that was worth using, nor did she have any feelings for a bag of blood whose blood was particularly delicious.

It was neither. Then when?

Lorian and Luwelli remained silent and slowly recalled their memories.

When we fought together, it wasn’t.

It wasn’t even Hertol’s sudden change. It wasn’t even a situation worth it.

So what about this time?

And then again?

The more I looked at it, the clearer it became. Lorian’s bloodless face became even paler, and Llewellyn lowered her eyes with an uncomfortable expression.

“Thank you. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known.”

Lorian couldn’t be as bossy as usual when he said thank you. Because she subconsciously realized that the situation was serious.

And it was something she had no choice but to know until now.

There is no human being who does not want to be loved. Few people ask why others love them unconditionally.

There were some things I couldn’t ask because I was too shy, but there were also reasons why I didn’t have the mood to ask such things.

How many people answer honestly when asked?

The same thing happened to Isla right away. When Llewelyn asked, she said that maybe she was manipulated into liking her because of her father’s kindness of her.

She said that Isla still likes her, but she doesn’t like what she likes.

Llewellyn didn’t know how to say, ‘Yes, I don’t like it?’

The boy who was once Yoon Se-jin was a person who did not know how to receive and reject a confession, and was rather a person who was hungry for affection.

She had no choice but to accept.

But if you think about it, it was definitely strange.

Except for Melody, who had a low tolerance for humans and came to like it as if it were an imprint effect, or his sister, who had been harboring emotions from the distant past, the emotions the others had were not normal. ﹥

Maybe that’s why a cool chill ran down Llewelyn’s spine as she realized it.

Llewelyn vaguely realized.

Her father’s kindness does not stop at just helping her develop her initial crush.

I don’t know if this is the power of ‘father’ or ‘mother’.

The crush on her gradually grows like a snowball. It clouds her reason and makes her feel inclined toward Llewelyn.

So that you can’t even consider your emotions, let alone make a logical decision.

“… “Is there any way to resist?”

Lorian mutters without realizing it. Does it make sense that she’s wary of being attracted to someone?

If you are on guard, can you be pushed out just as you are on guard?

So should I hate it? It was clear that trying to find a reason and somehow dislike it would backfire.

If you start observing to find an excuse to dislike it, you will be left without an answer.

Lorian knew that. She, who was suspicious of her qualifications and watched her with caution, declared Llewelyn her favorite mistress and came to like her.

She looked at Llewelyn with her white face. As soon as she saw it, she felt something deep inside her and frowned and chewed her lips.

One question naturally comes to mind.

What kind of being possesses this kind of power and this kind of kindness?

For what on earth?

Where and how does the power of receiving unconditional and unlimited love exist?

Neither Llewelyn nor Lorian knew. Llewelyn spoke in vague words that were not just words of advice.

“… “I have to be careful.”

I wasn’t sure what I could be careful about or whether it would be resolved if I was careful.

Because that was all Llewelyn could do.

Hiding her discomfort, Llewelyn glanced at Lorian as she heard footsteps approaching her room.

Lorian was holding his head and letting out a helpless sigh.

It’s bound to be confusing. Llewelyn looked at the door, feeling a slight sense of guilt even though it was not her fault.

The sound of approaching footsteps lingers in front of the door. I hesitate, and catch my breath. The voice of Elise, a shapeshifting woman, is soon heard.

“Hey, aren’t you bored?”

Unlike before, there was deep goodwill in his voice

As Lorian grew more confused, Llewellyn approached her door with a sigh.

Meanwhile, the conversation was concluded like this.

“If you don’t mind, how about exploring the Golem Mine together?”