I Became the Wrong Race

172 – Arba (7)

After leaving the abandoned building that had once been a Changgwan, perhaps not a Changgwan at all, Llewelyn stumbled for a while and was finally able to get her mind together.

Of course, that didn’t make her feel at ease.

Llewelyn sat on her backside and caught her breath.

Her mind was unstable.

Even if she catches her breath with her head buried between her hands, she can’t calm down easily.

What he experienced was making him that way.

He had no choice but to do so. Because Llewelyn was intentionally avoiding ‘dreams’ because they were ‘fantasies’.

In particular, he was horrified to know that he had been fooled by such an illusion.

Llewelyn was horrified that he had been the victim of such a vision and that he had not noticed anything.

Of course, he was determined to do his best, even if it was just a dream. Even if all of this is fake.

But those feelings gradually became clouded after meeting my older sister.

Even when my sister disappeared, it felt like a fantasy or a dream. I barely lived each day with the fear of someone disappearing like in a dream.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that he lived because he couldn’t die.

That’s what I thought to myself. What am I supposed to do with my life as I am left alone and without a sister?

When I had an older sister, I was able to work hard at anything with the goal of becoming successful and making my older sister better.

Even after the goal of life disappeared, I couldn’t do that. It was around that time that Llewelyn’s grades began to deteriorate.

Llewelyn and Yoon Se-jin did not have an outstanding memory or amazing understanding like my friend did.

Naturally, her grades improved. Her attitude also worsened, and after she realized she couldn’t find her sister, she often skipped school and worked part-time.

Someone had to pay the rent. Someone had to come up with money to buy food.

My older sister was not there where reality was crushing me. It was a type of pain that my older sister had never endured before.

Llewelyn was therefore afraid of her illusions. She was afraid that she was a fool and that everything she had experienced was fake.

Yoon Se-jin’s strength is that she moves forward despite her fears, but her feelings were clouded after meeting her older sister her.

She could meet her sister again like this, but if she was taken away again.

So Llewelyn sat in her back alley her, and her her clothes her and cute face her her, which were not seen in her back alley her her her, attracted her attention her her her.

In fact, no one approached. Those who tried to approach with the goal of extortion were unable to overcome the spirit radiating from the sitting man and tended to hesitate, back away, and then run away.

It was because he was a homunculus.

No matter how much it imitated humans, the homunculus was a being that ordinary humans felt intimidated the moment they saw it.

Because it is fundamentally different from humans, and because it ‘perfectly’ imitates humans.

It imprints hesitation and fear into the humans it encounters. When our eyes meet, our bodies stiffen. It’s like facing a wild beast right in front of you.

So Llewellyn was able to sit quietly alone. At least she was alone again after she raised her head and met her eyes for a moment at the sound of recognition.

Even though she herself didn’t know.

Because of that, the number of people who could stay around Llewelyn was limited.

Because they are of three clans, they are either beings whose presence is accepted with favor, or they are powerful people who have built up their own status and have a similar presence.

Or.

“… Why are you doing that there?”

Llewelyn raised her head. There was a jade light in her blank gaze.

Among the jade green, there was a bright yellow eye, split at the top and bottom, reminiscent of a dragon, snake, or cat.

Her skin was pure white, and her face was small. Even Llewellyn said her face she she wasn’t that big, but if you held her in your hands, she would be easy to lift.

She even covered her horns with her hood. The already small face she looked even smaller

Because of that, he looked young. Even by Llewellyn’s standards, he said it is difficult to be considered an adult.

But Llewelyn knew her ladyship and her character. Llewelyn buried her face her between her her legs her her her, more specifically her her knees her her her.

“Orthemilia.”

Despite her mumbling voice, Ortemilia recognized it and tilted her head. As she squatted down, her skirt folded at the waist her swept low on her floor.

“Where does it hurt? “I may not be able to provide professional treatment, but I can take care of it.”

Llewelyn slightly raised her head as if she was intrigued, but after some thought, she shook her head.

He was like that by nature. He didn’t like showing signs of weakness. My older sister was the exception, and she even disappeared after going through puberty.

It was a fight that wasn’t a fight after being repeatedly treated like a child, even more so after the one-sided fight.

That’s why Lou Sila was shocked when she massaged Lu Welin’s skin, massaged her shoulders, or stroked her hair.

She thinks that one day her sister will get angry. This brother and sister were like that.

Orthemilia, who did not know that, stared at Llewelyn with her bright yellow pupils and stretched out her hand.

The temperature felt on her skin. Since sight is blocked, the sense of touch responds just by approaching. With an extremely sensitive sense, Orthemilia felt her outstretched hand.

Llewelyn could not be stopped. In fact, she was closer to saying she didn’t hold back.

Her hand gently reaching out to stroke her hair. He doesn’t stop there, but he gently digs into her hair and combs her hair.

Even though my hands had sharp nails, it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t because Llewelyn was strong.

Rather, it may be because Ortemilia is stroking it with great care. Llewellyn knew that and raised her head, trying hard to hide her gloomy expression.

“Do you think things are getting better?”

Llewellyn could not answer. I don’t know if it’s because she’s being comforted by Ortemilia, who looks younger than her, or because the comfort is effective.

Llewellyn felt her mind relax. She couldn’t just ignore it and say, “This is what it feels like.”

Because her mind she was still dizzy and her insides she seemed to be boiling.

But she couldn’t sit here forever. She Llewellyn tried to stand up.

Her will failed to become action. For her her her her her Orthemilia her, her her gently outstretched her hand her, pulled and embraced her her her her Llewelyn’s head her her her.

The scent wafting was unique.

The scent that tickled the tip of her nose was a different feeling from any other woman I had ever experienced.

She didn’t have a refreshing feel like Isla, nor did she have a soft feel like Lorian or Lucilla.

Rather, in her her feelings her her her, it was similar to Esha Terna, but also strangely different.

If the scent emanating from Esha Terna is refreshing, soft and sweet like a flower.

Ortemilia gave off a gently sweet feeling. Image-wise, a scent that reminds me of milk.

Why milk? Llewellyn was confused as she recalled it to herself, but she had no intention of getting out of his embrace of her.

“Hugs have a great effect on emotional stability. Do you know?”

“… I think so.”

It’s just a human embrace. It’s not as voluptuous as Lucilla’s, so it barely feels like touching her.

A subtle bump that feels soft on the cheek.

Also, underneath those bumps, there is a body scent that proves that you are a proper woman.

Llewelyn’s mind was stabilizing surprisingly quickly.

Is this what the mother she has never seen and whom she has never felt longing for is like this?

Llewelyn leaned against her Orthemilia, who willingly sat on her knees on the dirty dirt floor and hugged her.

The woman stopped her from saying something and tried to comfort her by stroking her head.

Llewelyn suddenly remembered something she had heard in the past.

Did she say that her fascination with Orthemilia worked in a way that stimulated her maternal instincts?

She thought it worked like this. Llewelyn closed her eyes, thinking that it would be better for her to feel this kind of familial love rather than being infatuated by all three clans.

“Your breathing has returned to imitative mode, and your heart rate has stabilized. How did you find the time to tell me what happened?”

Ortemilia seemed to be quick to notice. Because she stabilized Llewelyn and gave her some time to gather her mind.

Llewelyn let out a long breath, clearly feeling relaxed.

As her mind became more stable, I could feel her will becoming stronger.

I am confident that this feeling cannot be a lie or an illusion.

A mental victory shown even though it is unlikely to happen in reality. However, it is necessary for mental stability.

So, even if this is an illusion, the determination to do my best comes to mind again.

Llewelyn relieved herself of what she had experienced a moment ago.

“I think I found the cause of the drug crackdown.”

Ortemilia raises her eyebrows as she says this while still being held. The gaze she looks down on is that of a snake, so it can be scary.

Strangely enough, she felt at ease. It was evidence that Llewelyn herself considered Ortemilia like her mother.

“This city was built on top of an ancient city.”

“Well, Lucilla said that too. She left for a moment to get a bird’s eye view of the surroundings from the upper part of the city.”

“I think what you need to look at is not the stomach. Inside this city… Or there is a huge space somewhere.”

“Huge space? “What do you want to say?”

Llewelyn admits it’s difficult to talk about her without context. What he talks about is the nightmare-like things he experienced.

It was perhaps a bit of a reference to Lucilla’s and her her own past, but Llewelyn confided in her Orthemilia without hesitation.

Ortemilia listened to her whole story patiently.

The fact that her eyebrows were moving and that her eyes had different colors was the key to the story.

A sculpture made of humans.

Renia, the founder of the structural school, guided Llewelyn to the location of such a sculpture.

And divinity.

“If it’s such a huge space… “It must be underground.”

There is only one place in this city where such an underground facility can be located.

It is also a living base for mercenaries, and a sewer where only the bottom goes where it is difficult to live a full life even in this city.

Llewell Lin was about to raise her body, saying yes.

Someone landed lightly.

Silver eyes cut through the darkness and burned.

A violent and explosive magical eye that turns anyone who encounters it into an animal to be slaughtered.

Llewelyn turned her head in surprise, and faced her sister in Orthemilia’s arms.

“… “What are you doing?”

There is no pitch in the voice. That gives me goosebumps even more. It was a moment when Llewellyn opened his mouth.

“I was hugging you. “They said they needed comfort.”

“… “Why are you doing that?”

“Do you want to be hugged too?”

Lucilla’s eyes, which were glaring at Ortemilia with cold eyes, softened.

Before even contorting in embarrassment and confusion, Ortemilia spread her arms.

It’s not the right size for two people to fit in, but if you fit it in well, two people can easily fit in.

Lucilla was about to say something, but she froze.

“Come here.”

Ortemilia didn’t care.

When he saw Ortemilia beckoning to him, he unconsciously walked up to her and hugged her.

Or Temilia held the two homunculi in her arms and rubbed their backs, sharing their body heat.

Lucilla strangely remembered her mother in those arms of her.

Llewellyn is the parent who abandoned Yoon Se-ah and Yoon Se-jin a long time ago, without even knowing her face.

At the same time, I remembered the happy times and my eyes became red.

Memories that she kept inside because she didn’t want to talk about it in front of her younger brother, because if she did, he might think that the times when she wasn’t there were happy times.

At the same time, the past was even more difficult to talk about because even if it was mentioned in passing, it showed signs of it.

Lucilla’s heart sank as she recalled the past in the arms of a girl who was much smaller than her, and Llewellyn seemed relieved to see her sister’s appearance her, but also felt strange.

It took a while for Lu Sila to calm down and escape from her embrace.

And even after Lucilla left her embrace, it was too late for her to remember that she had something to tell.

Llewelyn and Orthemilia found out about it only after the streets were full.

In a crowded street, people with their eyes closed, as if dreaming, were marching toward the sewer.

They were addicts who escaped from prison.