I Became the Wrong Race

167 – Arba (2)

There were several reasons why Llewelyn brought her sister instead of Balteroc.

In other words, it can be used for similar purposes such as Valteroch or Lucilla.

That was fame.

Since ancient times, mercenaries are people who depend on fame and do not use fame for their own sake.

Because of their livelihood, rumors about powerful people were like common sense to them.

So Llewelyn thought. If a powerful person with a well-known name accommodates you, it will be very easy to enter the city, and many things will become easier in the future as well.

In that respect, Llewelyn was unusually good at self-objectification.

First of all, Llewelyn is not that well known.

To be precise, it was known a little incorrectly.

The person who killed the man-eating baron, killed the star blade, and spread his name widely in Servan was the ‘Black Knight.’

There were people who knew about Llewellyn through updated information, but there was no guarantee that the mercenaries would know.

Similarly, Ortemiglia was also disqualified. I accompanied him because I knew he would be needed for work related to ‘drugs’, but other than that, it didn’t help in terms of fame.

Ortemilia disguised her appearance, so she must have been spreading drugs in this city or she wasn’t who she was.

So it was either Balteroc or Lucilla.

But Llewelyn made her mistake here.

If you look at it from the perspective of a third party, whether it be Valterok or Lucilla, it was there.

Rather, to say… I didn’t know that Lucilla was much worse.

Destruction, defense of the nation.

In addition to those two names, Lucilla was also called by many other names, each one a sinister name suited to her deeds in each region.

But Llewelyn didn’t know that. So she didn’t understand the current situation.

The gatekeeper falls unconscious and the soldiers next to him, their whole bodies convulsing while aiming their spears.

Those who are aiming their bows at the top but don’t think they are going to actually shoot.

Merchants hurriedly widening the distance or running away screaming.

In the midst of all this, Lucilla had a rare expression.

There was no faint smile on her face, no smile on her face whenever she saw her younger brother her her her.

She expresslessly lowers her eyes. Some impatient soldiers might take that as an admission of guilt and surrender.

Llewelyn knew. The anger hidden beneath that expressionless expression, a flame that has been suppressed and is about to explode.

She knew it the moment she saw it.

She has not really seen her sister properly angry, and she still has a lingering misconception about her sister.

Llewelyn’s intuition was strengthened by her divinity. Her intuition whispered to him. What you will see from now on is your sister falling to this earth and becoming drunk.

Llewellyn was accustomed to overlooking her frame her against his sister her her her.

Even if it was just my intuition, it was still the same.

Of course, Ortemilia’s case was different. Her keen sense of magic and her eye, which was not outstanding but she had seen many sights, gave her the correct answer.

Their actions were reasonable.

How did this happen? Ortemilia thought about hiding behind Llewelyn to avoid stray debris or arrows.

At first, everything seemed to be going well.

‘What is your purpose in Arba?’

For a city overflowing with mercenaries, drug dealers, warlocks, and assassins, his speech and behavior are too polite.

It is said that they even ask for the purpose and charge a fee, and even confiscate and store military weapons that are too powerful for use in the city.

Llewelyn was impressed purely by him, and the gatekeeper took it to mean, ‘This level of order in the New World?’ And was delighted.

I gave praise like that for a moment.

It is said that Arba ‘sister’, the city owner of Arba, is one of the few people in this New Continent who reveres order and was a powerful bride to ‘Starblade Ethan’.

And, under Ethan’s orders, he began managing the city, but he never did it in vain, acting as a descendant of a knightly lineage that was part of the old southern nobility.

So, this city of Arba in the New World boasts a level of security and order on par with cities in the Old World, and although most of the people living in the city are assassins and mercenaries, there have been no major incidents.

If you believe it literally, it was a surprising sound, but the words of politicians and their admirers cannot be heard literally.

While Llewelyn was purely admiring how amazing it was, Ortemiglia was seriously considering whether it was for the purpose of cracking down on drugs.

Everything happened right after that.

Write down your name. After thinking for a moment, Ortemilia wrote down her nickname Le Terra, and when asked to write Llewelyn instead, she wrote Llewelyn.

All that remains is one member of the group. That was when Lucilla stepped forward.

The gatekeeper’s expression, who seemed happy to be able to show off the city, hardened.

She met Lucilla’s eyes hers, and Lucilla also met hers.

The responses were different.

The gatekeeper drew his sword. The words shouted in horror were a sight to behold.

‘Annihilation… !’

However, Lucilla moved before the sword was completely drawn.

Before the soldier standing next to her could raise her spear or respond, her hand moved gently and quickly to suppress the drawn sword, or more precisely, the hilt.

Lucilla twisted her body to her side, aimed her fist at the trembling soldier with the hilt closed, and fired.

It all happened in one breath. This must have happened often.

So the soldiers were unable to respond for a long time even after one of my comrades fell.

They were also elite soldiers. In the end, the sergeant quickly aimed the spear, found the weapon, grabbed it, fired a signal flare high, and quickly ran to his master in case he was not recognized.

Coming soon. Ortemilia noticed and calculated.

What are the odds that this entire city and Lucilla will win in a fight?

The calculation was completed quickly. Lucilla ‘If I’m alone,’ it’s 100%.

Lucilla’s unique skill in her, Death of a Star, was a technique optimized for that.

Perhaps because Lu Silla herself knew this, she was ready for battle, but she was inwardly displeased.

Even the soldiers knew. They were terrified.

They knew the reason why it was named annihilation. I remembered the red flames that bloomed alone on the battlefield, blooming like flowers and spewing out with firepower that could envy even the stars, forming a mushroom cloud.

Familiar faces, familiar people.

The people who laughed and talked and enjoyed the festival together not long ago.

The woman who fell from the air suddenly burst into flames centered around herself, and then everyone disappeared.

In that respect, it would have been better for someone else among the three great powers to come.

Balterok, Sword Saint, Dragon King.

No matter who it is, such a thing would not be possible.

This may be an extreme statement, but even the Samgang did not have more power than Lucilla in dealing with the ‘majority of the weak.’

The soldiers thought in fear.

If ‘the flames’ burst out here, how much of the city would disappear.

How many more people will die?

Will they even be able to preserve their souls in the flames?

Grimm Darker’s view of the underworld is very dark. He believed that when he died, he would either take refuge in the sky to countless transcendental beings or be buried in the ground and only his soul would wander the earth.

If you die with a grudge, your soul will become a monster, and if your body is contaminated by a black magician, it will become a monster covered in black magic and harmful people.

Basically, their view of the underworld was empty. There is nothing when you die. There is no afterlife, no salvation. Just death.

But even so, that’s what I think. Since no one has ever experienced death and come back alive, there is a ‘after death’.

Also, if you get hit by that flame, you might not even be able to save your soul.

Still, he doesn’t back down. Along with disciplined discipline, there was something seeing within their fear.

It was similar to optimism.

I am optimistic that if it explodes here, it might not reach the other side of the city.

Desperate optimism. It is a thought that presupposes one’s own death.

Most of the soldiers were still standing with that thought in mind. Lucilla glanced at them and then glanced behind her.

I had a younger brother. So the death of a star cannot be used.

But if it is the flame of a star.

It was around this time that Lucilla’s downcast eyes were slowly turning black.

“Stop!”

A loud shout was heard.

The type of magic concentration that Ortemilia and Lucilla can feel.

All eyes are focused on one place, and the legs of the soldiers who were prepared to die to block the door and hold a sit-in protest lose their strength.

A prisoner was walking out behind them.

It was a woman with the appearance of a lion standing on two legs.

To Llewellyn, she was a woman whose expression hardened as it reminded her of Ethan, but there were three differences.

One thing was that, unlike Ethan, she wore full armor, and another thing was that she had no mane, making it clear that she was a lioness.

The last one is the ax in her hand.

She wasn’t even wrapped in flames like Ethan’s ‘star blade’. But Llewelyn could smell her blood on the axe.

At that point Llewelyn’s not-so-great memory worked.

The soldier is now unconscious and lying face down on the dirt.

One of the things he boasted about.

Arba was described as ‘a lineage of knights.’

It was true to his words her her her her. The full-body plate armor worn on the body her was something that could not be seen normally, even in the New World.

Normally, you wouldn’t have the money to purchase or maintain plate armor.

Even if you were in the position of a fugitive, you had no choice but to do so, and all humans in the New World were basically fugitives.

Llewelyn recognized her woman as Arba.

“Annihilation, Lucilla.”

“Are we spherical?”

“Not just a spherical face. Everyone under Ethan’s command will know your face.”

A woman sneaks with her helmet at her side. Arba held her ax with an expression that was close to a laugh.

“But it’s not important. The important thing is… “I guess that’s why they want to deal with us now.”

Lucilla didn’t react. She is just looking at her with her fists loose, so those who don’t know her well would easily mistake her for a slightly relaxed battle stance.

Llewelyn knew. She has a proficiency bonus of 5 points, and she notices it with the skills she has gained.

From that position, if you want, you can step forward and swing your hand to crack the bone like a whip.

With Lucilla’s strength and skill her, she knew that death would be inevitable, even if it meant wearing her plate.

Even though he wasn’t even wearing a helmet.

Llewellyn noticed her and felt her her hand her pulling on her her collar her her her.

“It will interfere with hiring mercenaries. And… I know the author. “He is such an outstanding talent that even the three clans considered recruiting him as a shapeshifter.”

It was obvious who he was talking about. The fear of her soldiers ceased, and it felt like her mere presence had changed the situation.

That was a quality that neither Llewelyn nor Lucilla possessed.

A temperament called charisma. A talent given only to those who can dominate others.

As Lucilla let her arms hang loosely, ready for her attack, Llewelyn stepped in front of her.

I grabbed her her her shoulder her her her, which was covered with my sister’s fragrant hair her her, and gently pulled her her back her, blocking the space between Lucilla and Arba.

“Sejin… ?”

“Sister, do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

The answer comes without hesitation. Llewelyn almost smiled at first glance, but she deliberately suppressed her expression.

Instead, she held her back so she could not see, opened her cloak, took out the Star Blade from within her, and placed it in her her her her her.

A long sword that is now broken. However, the sword that has taken good care of Llewelyn so far.

This is the second death Llewelyn remembers, and the poor contractor he will probably mourn for the rest of his life.

The blade of the star, Ethan’s beloved sword.

The moment she saw that, Arba’s face hardened. So clear that even humans of a slightly different species can recognize it.

She wasn’t the only one. Most of the soldiers recognized the long sword, even though it was broken and weakened.

Because it was a long sword that was drawn out and burning with bright scarlet flames.

Llewelyn placed the broken long sword in her hand and spoke as calmly as possible.

“Ethan asked me a favor before he died.”

All eyes focused on each other. Llewellyn made eye contact with Arba.

“I’ll leave the rest to you. “I want you to pass on that.”

The ax that was ready to be swung at any time slowly lowered, and Llewelyn smiled bitterly.

That was sincerely. Because.

‘Did you notice?’

Arva made a strange expression after hearing her words.

That expression seemed to say this to Llewelyn.

I know it’s false, but I’ll let it go to save her face.

It was truly fortunate.