I Became the Wrong Race

164 – Cleaning Up (6)

Llewelyn thought she was evaluating herself fairly.

She believed that although her talents were limited, she was a diverse being with infinite potential.

Whatever the reality, she thought that was the case.

However, unlike people who usually have that attitude and become arrogant, that individual tends to listen carefully to the opinions of others.

He was having a private meeting with the woman who is now the finance minister.

It turns out that there are more than one woman who is secretly paying attention to that secret private display right outside the room … She couldn’t even imagine it in her dreams.

She said, “She said we should hire mercenaries, sir.”

She was a strange woman. Although she was considered one of the best swordsmen on the continent, she did not enjoy using the sword.

Of course, Llewellyn, who had seen her life, knew well why. In the first place, she was not a swordsman for cutting and killing people, and it was not for the purpose of sustaining her life in the first place.

It was just a meaning. A defense mechanism to protect oneself and maintain one’s sanity in times of emergency.

Despite her lack of knowledge, Llewelyn guessed, and perhaps because she saw life in its entirety, it was correct.

So Rie Hejedia, the current Treasurer of the Pantheon, was counting money, making plans, and thinking about bringing about economic revival.

“It was like that. “She asked me if I could trust her.”

Llewelyn said, wondering if she had forgotten.

If you look at it that way, there was an aspect of the conversation that had already occurred before.

She said that mercenaries were needed, and she could understand the reason why mercenaries were needed: ‘reinforcement of security personnel.’

There is no law that says there won’t be spies from the Empire, Netel, or the three clans, so she opposed it on the grounds that if that couldn’t be resolved, bringing them in would be no better than not bringing them in.

With that said, Liehejedia retreated and said she would try to find a solution, and that led to today.

[Play time: 10,110 hours]

Something that plays a similar role as a clock appears in the corner of Llewelyn’s field of vision.

That said, it’s been about 3 days since our last conversation.

This meant that a solution to such a complex problem was brought about in just three days. Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, it was a great thing.

Still, Llewellyn felt upset without knowing why.

‘Well, if you’re a merchant, you’re quick to think, so you’re probably smart.’

I chew and swallow the envy inside. Since she knew best what she was lacking, Lewelyn also remembered a friend of hers around that time.

He had a great memory and could remember the first time we met like it was yesterday.

Today was a bad day because I secretly thought that if they were going to possess me, it would have been better for someone like that to do it instead of me.

It was something that Isla, who had already woken up after sleeping with she, noticed and spread the message to the key players in the pantheon.

Rie Hejedia grinned in front of Llewelyn, who seemed to be in a bad mood, just as she had been told.

“If you can’t believe it, just make it believable.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I said that no hostile person can enter this pantheon, right? “Was it exactly from the entrance?”

Llewelyn nodded her head. I thought he was quick-witted, but he wasn’t good at planning things, so he didn’t immediately notice what Lie Hejedia was planning.

“I’ve been thinking about it, but it would be better to use the nature itself. “We are sending the newly hired mercenaries here to see if there is any hostility.”

She felt a sense of déjà vu from what she said.

It was a feeling of déjà vu that she didn’t even know she had. The person who was once Yoon Se-jin was neither very experienced nor very knowledgeable.

Nevertheless, she felt familiar with the act.

“I understand because I walked on it myself, but this applies to roads paved with bricks, right? By walking from there to the pantheon and up to the pantheon’s largest pillar, you can determine whether or not you are a trustworthy mercenary.”

Lie Heje Dia smiled and rested her chin. The expression on her face was that it was refreshing to think about something other than commerce for the first time in a while.

“I will have to think about what to call this behavior and explain it to them, but the trustworthy mercenaries selected in this way will be assigned to guard the pantheon, and the untrustworthy ones should be fired or assigned to external guards—”

“Pilgrimage…”

And Llewelyn knew the cause of her.

It was similar to the pilgrimage he heard about when he was on Earth.

The act of setting out and traveling to a religious place, usually for religious reasons.

Llewelyn thought that the method she had just heard was very similar to that.

“Pilgrimage? Nice name. Should we do that?”

When Liehejedia heard those words, she lowered her head.

I don’t know why, but it’s because I liked that name.

A name you may or may not have heard of somewhere.

It seemed like she could hear something clicking in a place she didn’t know about.

“Pilgrimage, pilgrimage. I like it. Why do I like it?”

There was a sense of discomfort. But since I wasn’t alone, I didn’t have a chance to think about it.

Lie Heje Dia felt that Llewelyn was blatantly trying to change the topic.

“Anyway, I think the mercenary problem has been resolved… How do you hire important mercenaries?”

The question is, is all this discussion meaningless without mercenaries? Rie Hejedia smiled again.

It was like her habit. A faint smile, a smile that seems to have a plan.

Even though it is a facade that she is not easy, she buys time to think and come up with a better plan.

Anyway, if I see someone suddenly smiling, I tend to listen first to see what they are going to say.

Llewellyn knew her her her life her her her well because he had seen it, and so he watched her quietly.

“Do you remember saying a while ago that there was another city near here?”

I had a vague memory. Llewelyn rolled her eyes and nodded her head.

“I heard that southwest of here, there is a city where mercenaries, remnants, and deserters live together. It is also a city where drug dealers and slave traders run rampant.”

Liehejedia leaned down to look at Llewelyn and said.

“How about you go there and get someone, sir?”

*

The talk is over. Llewelyn was recalling the last thing she heard before she left.

So to speak, it could be said to be Rie Heje Dia’s ambition and her long-term plan for the entire battle.

‘Those who have proven their work will work inside, and those who cannot prove it will work on the outskirts, and cities, villages, and mountains will be reclaimed around them to create a place to live.’

The home of a huge new continent that includes cities, villages, a pantheon, and the cradle of the Black Knights.

Lie Hejedia’s brown eyes were burning with ambition. It was an eye that I couldn’t say anything about.

And at the same time, it was a pretty good ambition to hear.

We were able to solve several problems at the same time while solving the problem of available troops.

But on the other hand, there were some uncomfortable corners.

The status of Pantheon and Llewelyn in that city.

Although she did not see it with her own eyes, Llewelyn could guess that she possessed divinity.

She said that she and the pantheon would become a kind of religion.

It was an unpleasant thing. Sejin Yoon wanted to receive people’s attention, cheers, and love for a long time.

On the other hand, there was a part of me that felt burdened by that attention.

Along with the anticipation came a wave of worry. It’s natural to sigh.

Llewellyn walked through her pantheon.

She climbed into the transfer room and asked the mixed-blood vampires for guidance.

That’s how she faced her familiar face.

Someone in the appearance of a small girl was using a magic condensing device unknown to Llewelyn to concentrate her magic floating in the air and engrave it on something like a bracelet.

Although she is a necromancer and her other half was created by a dragon and an empress, she is treated as neither a necromancer nor a shapeshifter.

Someone who proved their usefulness to everyone else with just my abilities.

Ortemilia.

When she sensed Llewelyn’s presence her, she pricked up her pointed ears beneath the horns, resembling those of a sheep or goat.

“Hmm?”

A vertical line drawn in the pale yellow-gold pupil her her her her. It was difficult to read emotional fluctuations with such vertical pupils, but the gaze tended to remain intense.

“Oh, what brings you here? “I will at least give you a message, but I will not give you any hospitality.”

As soon as Orthemilia saw Llewellyn, she was delighted to see such an emotional change in her and jumped down from the slightly high chair.

“Okay, I’m thinking about bringing some more eggs. Sit there for a moment…”

“Orthemilia, I think you should come out with me for a moment.”

Lete was busy looking for the egg she had laid, but then she froze in shock.

Her eyes slowly turned to look at Llewelyn, and Llewelyn spoke with her stern face.

“You haven’t left once since you came to the pantheon, right?”

Ortemilia did not answer. But sometimes silence is the answer in itself.

Ortemilia barely answered after pulling up her flowing white gown.

“… I’m the type of person who is more helpful if I stay inside…”

“I heard you stay inside instead of going out for a walk.”

This is what the mixed-blood vampires told me. They said this because they were worried that Ortemilia was not a vampire like them.

Ortemilia felt betrayed inside. Her bright yellow pupils disappeared for a moment under her eyelids and then emerged.

“I am weak in body and lack combat skills, so I cannot resist an unexpected attack. So I have to hide myself… Ha.”

Lethe sighed before speaking and closed her mouth.

Various emotions flash through my downcast eyes.

She seemed to know that everyone had already been caught and turned around with a laugh.

Only then do our eyes meet. Llewelyn and Orthemilia were looking at each other.

Ortemilia spreads her arms and pretends to have a relaxed attitude, as if asking her to speak.

Llewellyn let out a deep, hoarse breath as she realized that a possibility she had never expected had arisen before her eyes.

Could it be that Ortemilia…

“You were a reclusive loner.”

“Would you say he is a hermit?”

“My mother is a reclusive loner who stays at home and doesn’t come out and is cut off from society.”

“She didn’t even come to your birthday celebration the other day… ” ?”

“You went right back after talking with Melody.”

Orthemilia, speechless, pouted her lips in exasperation, but Llewelyn didn’t care.

“Anyway, it worked out. “I will have to use this opportunity to meet people, have conversations, and experience society.”

“Isn’t there something strange about this?”

“I needed you this time anyway.”

As Ortemilia tilted her head and expressed her doubts, Llewelyn was convinced.

This was the case even in the underground city where mixed blood vampires were discovered.

There was the influence of her Ortemilia her her her, or more precisely, the influence of her drug that she made and spread.

Her contribution to the drugs sold in this new continent will definitely be significant.

“A city southwest of here.”

Orthemilia noticed and her eyes widened, and Llewelyn finished speaking.

“You sprayed drugs, right?”

It was close to being overlooked, but the reaction was clear. While Orthemilia remained silent, Llewellyn smiled slightly.

“We should go there together this time.”