I Became the Wrong Race

169 – Arba (4)

“I would appreciate it if you could stay while I decide. The accommodation…”

“You can take care of that.”

Llewelyn, Lucilla, and Ortemilia went outside the office.

Perhaps it was because it was not a matter for her to decide easily, but she remained silent after Arva herself said she would have to think about it.

Her subordinates seemed to hope that such a being would stay within the range of surveillance if possible.

It was true that she had nothing to say if she said she didn’t like the walking nuclear weapon and its companions.

Other than just being careful not to go against your wishes.

So Llewelyn came out and reached the city much earlier than expected.

But that didn’t mean the people under Arva helplessly let Llewelyn go.

She said, “She heard that the drug distribution in the city was stopped. What happened?”

“… “I don’t know if I can tell you that.”

“It’s okay. We need to find out what we can use it for. “It’s just out of trivial curiosity, so speak freely.”

The soldier seemed to find it strange that a girl who seemed to be his daughter’s age could speak informally and then use a tone that only an old person would use.

Still, she didn’t show it. There was no time to worry about that when there was a nuclear weapon with free will right next to it.

“Um, that’s… “The number of people suffering from confusion is increasing.”

The following explanation was like that.

In fact, drugs can cause confusion and hallucinations.

It may vary depending on the drug, but basically, stimulants that elevate mood and sharpen the senses and painkillers that calm the mood and dull the senses are widespread in this city.

People lying on the floor under the influence of drugs were common. There were even soldiers under Arba who were busy trying to prevent those guys from being robbed, so order was maintained in its own way.

However, the problem was that the signs that addicts were showing recently were unusual, whether it was the newly released drugs that were the problem or something else.

“It’s not like there weren’t problems like that because there were often warlocks in the first place, but… “It’s too frequent.”

“What if it happens too often?”

“Originally, once a month would be a lot, but recently the frequency has increased to about four times a week.”

Four times a week is actually once every two days. Llewelyn was sobbing as she heard those words, and Lucilla was walking next to her.

Her eyes sweep everywhere like sharp blades, and even though she recognizes the enemy wherever she looks, those who are watching become scared and run away.

You might say she’s overprotective, but that’s Lucilla’s nature

However, not everyone ran away; there were one or two people who had no reason to watch in the first place.

Lucilla and a few people were just staring at the entire space she was standing in, as if she was talking in her sleep.

Although there was no hostility or malice, their eyes were uneasy. Lucilla frowned and put her arm around Llewellyn’s.

“Sister?”

“Nothing. “Because I feel like I want to link arms with Sejin for the first time in a while.”

“Again?”

Lucilla is a person who naturally enjoys skinship. Although she is said to be of the same sex, she is a clingy type of person, and until she met Llewelyn, her main targets were Melody and Esha Terna.

After Esha Terna left and Melody became busy, I couldn’t do that to someone I didn’t know well, so I just held back.

She rested her head on her Llewelyn’s thick forearm and scanned her surroundings with narrowed eyes.

Meanwhile, the soldier explained step by step to Ortemilia.

“Did someone die or get hurt?”

“That’s right. I can’t say it didn’t exist in the first place, but… There are concerns that it may be an organized movement.”

So she stopped distributing drugs. The soldier saw them off with that explanation, and when the explanation was over, he made a suitable excuse and left.

Of course, it was a meaningless movement as the entire city was within the range of ‘star death’, but from the perspective of a soldier who had seen it in person on the battlefield, the sight of Lucilla being rude to her own blood relatives was very discrepant.

People were expected to exclude or avoid uncomfortable scenes.

Exclusion is virtually an impossible option, so soldiers have no choice but to avoid it.

“Hmm, this is something that bothers me.”

And Ortemilia, who took the place vacated by her soldier, crossed her arms and frowned furtively.

“I need to do a little research.”

“Okay? “Why?”

“Inquisitiveness is an important virtue for a wizard. If you put this city in debt, it might be difficult for Arva to refuse your offer… There are some strange corners.”

These are words that cannot be ignored. It’s an odd corner. As Llewelyn’s gaze glanced over, Ortemilia declared.

“This is not the effect of the drug I took.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. Rather, I released a drug that excluded these side effects as much as possible. It is a drug that only brings about pleasure in addition to the arousal and pain-relieving effects. Even if you overuse it, it will only be life. -Threatening, and you will not experience hallucinations.”

“Maybe it’s not the medicine you took?”

On a rare occasion, Lucilla opened her mouth. She likes small things, and Orthemilia especially doesn’t seem to harbor romantic feelings for Llewelyn.

“Maybe so. But… Something is unclear. I don’t feel like the medication and side effects are related. So I guess I’ll have to investigate. Lucilla.”

“Yes? Me?”

“Okay. Let’s go together.”

Lucilla rejected her words with all sorts of excuses, but did she have the courage to accept them?

Ortemilia spoke with quite confidence.

“I plan to entrust Llewelyn with an independent investigation. He has good sensitivity, he has a good head, and above all, he is a mourner. “A different sense than we have with magical powers would be helpful.”

With those words, Ortemilia took Lucilla with her and she left for somewhere. She left only Lou Wehlin in place.

Llewelyn had the feeling that it was just an excuse, but she couldn’t help it since she was already gone.

So, for a moment, I looked in the direction where Ortemilia and Lucilla had left, and then walked in the opposite direction.

Yeah, well, there’s nothing to do.

I’ll have to do some research. Llewellyn let out her anti-magic power and focused on the sensation of her wandering through her body, straining her nerves.

It was also something she was already used to. Just two months ago, she was still in the fortress of the three clans, something she had been doing for a full year.

So, even with her eyes closed, Llewelyn reached a point where she could perceive space through her senses of touch and hearing. As she walked, she measured everything through the wind that touched her skin, the sounds that she heard in her ears, and the scenery that met her eyes. Br﹥

Looking at it that way, the city of Arba was definitely a unique city.

The entire place was full of mercenaries desperate for their lives. They were wary of Llewellyn, who was accompanying her Lucilla, and were glaring at her as if waiting for an opportunity.

Is that all she is? In every alley, there was something like a stand where mercenaries were camped.

You could find places that sold not only crude weapons and accessories made from the body parts of hunted monsters, but also the body parts of such monsters themselves or whole corpses.

‘These are monsters that can mainly be seen underground.’

Mercenaries used to trade with each other at such stalls. Mercenaries often wear armor made of monster bodies, skin, scales, etc.

The job of a mercenary is essentially to catch monsters or people, but they cannot make armor or weapons out of people.

Llewelyn looked closely at the buildings that connected those stalls, and saw unique colors occasionally visible between them.

A gorgeous wall made of metal ranging in color from cyan to jade.

However, a new brick building was built on top of the torn marks, as if someone had chewed it up and spat it out.

Llewellyn stopped in front of a suitable building, lightly tapping his finger on the ornate metal wall with his outstretched hand.

Hard. I also feel a gentle warmth.

‘It’s similar to the walls of a dungeon.’

Upon closer inspection, I realized that it wasn’t just this building. There was one or two such buildings on every road as far as the eye could see.

Traces that look as if they were piled up on top of the ruins. A familiar method that seems to have been seen somewhere.

‘Is it a dungeon? No, no…’

Llewellyn felt a vibration beneath her feet. The movement of rippling water beyond the bottom, in a deeper place.

It touches the wall, plows the floor, and moves forward powerfully.

There is also a faint smell. A foul smell that is faintly felt between the sweet smell of powder.

‘Sewer.’

There was a sewer down here.

That was why the corpses of the monsters the mercenaries were selling were all monsters that appeared underground. The sewers were the foundation of this city and a workplace for mercenaries.

This city was built on top of an ancient sewer.

Llewelyn sighed as she realized.

‘Could that have anything to do with the problems happening in the city?’

I’m not sure. But she had a vague intuition that it might be so, she said.

‘This happened because I regularly threw drugs into the sewer.’

It would be best to talk to Ortemilia. She thought as she turned around.

A soft touch suddenly covers her face.

It was a feeling of déjà vu, but Llewelyn couldn’t immediately figure out what it was.

She was rather dazed and only found out when she took a step back.

The touch she felt as she blended her body with Isla’s her her her.

The unique feel of breasts. What Llewelyn sees when she touches her face and lifts her head is

“… Wow.”

A prisoner who hides her four breasts with naked underwear.

Any man would be speechless for a moment due to the excessive number of breasts of her, even if it was not his taste of her, and since Llewelyn is also a strong man, she cannot escape from that situation.

The cow beast laughed.

“My jaw is dropping. Was it that good?”

He is taller than Llewellyn and has clearly exposed skin. A nameplate hung around the neck and the price written next to it.

Prisoner prostitute.

Although she was overwhelmed, Llewelyn came to her senses by the smoke she was blowing out of her mouth.

Sweet scent. Feeling somewhat familiar.

Llewelyn’s mouth closed, and her superhuman vision saw what was contained.

This is a drug that I have seen in Orthemilia’s lab a few times. It was for sale so it was well sealed.

The scent and appearance are familiar. Llewelyn thought intuitively.

Maybe she holds the clue.

Eventually, he followed the cow and entered the building.

She went to a place full of naked beasts and humans like her.