I Became the Wrong Race

168 – Arba (3)

“You are the one who killed Ethan.”

Llewelyn is not so confident in her own morale, but… She thought it would be easy, at least for her, to trick one knight.

You may say that she doesn’t look down on you, but that in itself is the same as looking down on you.

Llewelyn realized her mistake her her her deep down and quietly sank inside.

Her her eyes her sharpen her fists loosen. Since she has not clenched her fists, her threat may be lessened.

As Arba stood in front of him, her fierceness suddenly soared to the point that her spine tingled.

Feeling the hairs on her her scalp her her her stand up. She feels like something overwhelming is ahead.

This is the reason why homunculi cannot live mixed with humans and why they are visible no matter what.

Because it was a ‘wood’ that was created differently as a living thing, literally surpassing humans.

The wood of divinity. The presence of a dragon was added there. Since she had a martial art that she had chosen and held in her hand, Arva thought of the Dragon King even though she had no clue.

And I was convinced. There is no way Ethan could have been defeated by some idiot. Arba let out a sound that sounded like a sigh and walked.

The ax was held loosely, more precisely, the end of the handle dragged on the floor.

That in itself reminded me of a defeated soldier trudging home. It was like that in reality.

These are the remnants of the defeated army. The losers who failed in the rebellion abandoned the continent and fled following an ‘easy offer.’

Arba said with a confused look on his face her, knowing this well.

“I don’t blame you. From the day we were defeated, no matter who we became… “It was not strange for them to die at any time.”

I meant it. Arba smiled bitterly and walked away, and when he didn’t get a reply, he turned his head without realizing it.

‘Are you suffering?’

I was surprised by the expression Llewelyn made.

Llewelyn was suffering. Her guilt and regret were wrapping around him.

She was a man who had promised that he would not regret it one day, but now he was regretting it fiercely.

Even if she went back, she would definitely do the same thing.

Because there was no other way to win.

Ethan was also hostile to Llewelyn, and even if she defeated Lorian first, there was no room for negotiation.

Llewellyn’s light thinking of using people as he pleases, and the fact that such a decision clearly worked.

Also, if Lorian is strong, he is someone who can fight without hesitation.

It just created an unintended synergy.

So Ethan had only two options.

Either kill them all and cry over the graves of my subordinates.

Or die there.

Llewellyn remembered that fact and mourned without realizing it. She felt depressed for no reason, but she didn’t want to get out.

Everyone around her knew that expression and expression, and Arba slowly withdrew her gaze from looking at Llewelyn.

Silence is sometimes positivity. Arva was walking next to Llewelyn and saw her caring Llewelyn’s cheek with a worried expression.

A kind appearance that I never thought I would see in my enemy. She doesn’t know why, but immediately after, she took her hand away in embarrassment, but there was enough material for Arva to judge.

She smiled empty-handedly.

“Still… I’m glad Ethan didn’t lose to just anyone. Ethan’s death is certainly regrettable and sad, but I mourned it enough.”

This time Llewelyn raises her head and looks at Arba.

A lioness with a similar height to Llewelyn and an imposing appearance wearing plate armor.

She walked and spoke resolutely.

“I didn’t know Lucilla had a family of her own. “If she was Lucilla’s blood relative, she couldn’t help it.”

A glance away rather than speaking. The gaze passed through the little girl who didn’t know why she was there and then stopped at Lucilla.

“It doesn’t seem like they came to end us.”

As soon as she realized that it was said to her, Lucilla’s expression suddenly changed. When she looks at her relatives, her eyes are not only kind but dripping with honey.

It’s so cold now. Rather, it felt even faintly like a tingling sensation of flesh touching her skin.

If Llewellyn had heard, she would have joked about whether there is such a thing as living, but living here is real.

When you reach a certain level, whether it’s nothingness or magic, the use of magical power is no different from handling your own body, so the will itself affects magical power.

In a way, it was also the influence of the Goji period. Implementation means interfering with the world, and being able to interfere with the world means that strong emotions usually affect the world.

To live is to transmit the killing intent through magical power. Arba continued speaking while feeling the coolness of his skin.

“What brings you here?”

Arba knew, close to her instincts, that Llewelyn meant no harm.

But what about extinction?

Lucilla was a being that cannot be described in words.

The biggest problem was that there was no logic to her behavior.

It may have been the result of Lucilla’s efforts to achieve the ‘best result’like in a game, but from the perspective of someone who doesn’t know it, there was nothing this confusing.

It wasn’t good. He often commits evil deeds, so although the results are good, there are those who doubt that he is an evil person because he repeats them too often.

Although it was evil, it was also ambiguous. All of her actions were bound to lead to the best results, and other than that, her usual behavior was close to good.

However, that is the mindset of someone who has not witnessed the’death of a star’right in front of their eyes

Arva knew. Lucilla says she is by no means a good person.

Her ideals contain the most’ideal environment’that she envisions.

What kind of being would draw such a picture of hell as the most ideal environment?

Arba was afraid of her Lucilla, and she still identified her Lucilla’s behavior as being close to evil.

She considered her potential leader to be Lou Silla.

But it wasn’t until she saw Lu Sila’s expression change that she realized that something was different.

Lucilla’s eyes roll. The evil eye that had burned her her her countless enemies she turned to her her her her own flesh her and blood her her, and Llewelyn scratched the back of her neck her her her her.

She said, “I came to rescue the mercenary… ” .”

I could already see that the purpose had been defeated.

On the road passing by with Arba, countless mercenaries were leaving, whispering to Lucilla.

Only then did Llewellyn know.

She brought the wrong person.

*

Llewelyn does not know about Lucilla’s notoriety

When she opened her eyes, it was the fortress of the three clans, and when she jumped to her death, it was the New World.

There was no time to find out how the Old Continent worked.

It was only later that I found out that Lucilla was my older sister. After that…

‘I was really busy.’

No, was it spacious?

Llewelyn couldn’t quite remember which one. It was because her memory she wasn’t that great.

She often forgot what she had for breakfast, but she couldn’t remember.

So Llewellyn stopped her useless recollection and rolled her eyes in her seat.

It was the office.

Let alone a nest, it was no better than the lodgings I had used in Servan or other places like that. Even considering that it was the office, it was like that.

Ortemilia had said that the city of Arba was not that rich, and this was the moment when she confirmed that her words were true.

“There are a lot of things I want to say, but let’s talk about what needs to be done first.”

The owner of the office sat across from Llewelyn, Lucilla, and Ortemilia.

Arba the Lioness. From what I heard, she was Ethan’s right-hand woman and a rebel from a knightly family who persistently courted him.

After the rebellion failed, he fled to the New World and established the city of Arba.

Arba rested her chin and looked at Llewellyn.

Even though Lu Silla, who seemed to be a relative of hers, was unconsciously holding her hand and giving it to her, she was a ‘child’ who tried to keep her expression as solemn as possible.

She said, “Did you say you wanted mercenaries? “For what purpose, how much, and for how long do you want to hire them?”

Llewelyn seemed to think about her words for a moment.

“There is a settlement not far from here. It’s a special place, and it’s where the empire attacked not long ago.”

The agenda that was already being investigated was put into her mouth. Arva looked at Llewelyn, hiding her her true feelings her her her, and she saw the ‘Annihilation’ look started led and take her her her her her her her her her.

This is an extremely awkward appearance for Arva, who has seen destruction on the battlefield.

She seemed to unconsciously treat her younger brother like a child and not know what to do, but she couldn’t tell what a joke it was to Arba.

So she turned off her nerves and looked at Llewelyn.

“She’s never been good at hiding, but with this attack she knew she couldn’t rely on that alone,” She said. That’s why we need security.”

“… Guard. It’s going to be a long shift.”

If you pay extra money for each enemy you kill, you will be able to save the mercenary. Arva thought and opened her mouth.

“Then I will choose a bold person who does not care about the notoriety of enemy destruction.”

“It’s not enough.”

“What?”

She frowned at Llewelyn’s answer.

Llewelyn was also frowning.

He believed that he should not just accept what people feed him.

She felt that she too had to do something.

“I don’t know yet how much I will bring…”

“No matter how many you bring, no matter how many you are thinking about. It’s not enough.”

It sounds like I’m arguing, but I’m not. Arba looked at Llewelyn with her frown, and Llewelyn glared at Arva with her firm intention.

“I want this whole city.”

No answer comes back. There isn’t even a reaction. Arba froze in a daze with her eyes wide open, and looking at Arba like that reminded her of Ethan.

To be exact, the star blade left behind by Ethan.

It has been used well so far. The Star Blade withstood the unreasonable fight that Llewellyn had to endure and served faithfully.

Considering that the Star Blade was binding Ethan’s soul, it was truly a thankful thing.

The power in Ethan’s soul supported Llewelyn.

So this time it was Llewelyn’s turn to return the favor.

“I heard about it from her group on the way. Running a city is not easy, and managing it is also difficult. “We are facing many problems.”

Just as Arva did to Llewelyn, silence sometimes means positivity. Llewelyn proposed to Arba.

“Come under me.”

“… What does it mean?”

Llewelyn doesn’t have many talents. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a person who couldn’t envision the future.

There was something that vaguely occurred to me.

A city rising towards the pantheon of mountains.

Something that existed only vaguely in this new continent.

“I plan to build a civilization in this new continent that will not be defeated by the empire.”

Still no answer.

However, Llewelyn was convinced by Arva’s embarrassed and confused face, or more precisely, by the way she glanced at Lucilla.

“… “I need to think about it.”

As expected, it was a good idea to bring my older sister.