I Became the Wrong Race

186 – Siblings (7)

Llewelyn sensed her discomfort and quietly touched her chest.

The mourning that came to her her naturally energized her her body her her her. It was a vitality that was not needed right now, and a mourning that had already become nothing short of sacred.

“… So, are these the words of the steward you spoke of?”

As such a divinity floated around his body, the dream god suddenly let out a sigh as if he were passing by.

That in itself proved a lot.

This means that mourning, a power that has been used without realizing it, is divine, and that it is no coincidence that Llewelyn, a mourner and homunculus, entered the divine.

Realizing those two things, Llewellyn lightly clenched and unclenched her fists, and sighed at the strength that filled her body.

I was feeling some mental fatigue from overlapping with my sister, but as I used mourning, it felt like even the mental fatigue was disappearing.

It may be possible because it is ‘immune to debuffs’.

“Is this a familiar divinity?”

“Okay. “I was skeptical when Ortemilia first explained it to me, but now that I see it, I understand.”

The father is the steward.

“… However, there seems to be an uneasy look somewhere. I really can’t believe this is the steward I knew.”

The God of Dreams was looking up at the sky. Although he might not be visible because of the ceiling, there was even a hint of fear in his voice.

“I don’t even know if this is really true. Perhaps…”

The God of Dreams, whose words were slurred, soon let out a tired sigh and let out a groan.

“So many things have changed and disappeared. “I’m so just tired from following along.”

Even that disappeared as if it had happened as soon as Llewelyn took her eyes off the document she had received.

“So, what do you want to do?”

Rather, I ask Llewelyn. What do you want to do with them?

Llewelyn looked at the list for a moment and pondered their value.

Life and death.

They are siblings who were fused together, and they are gods who faced different results from the incestuous relationships of ordinary beings like Llewelyn and Lucilla.

And the reason why death exists for all life.

Normally, from a mythological point of view, such a thing would just be a metaphor, but in this world where gods actually exist, there was a high possibility that such a thing would not be a metaphor.

Perhaps the result of their attachment may actually be the reason death falls on life.

That’s why Llewelyn’s decision was quick.

“Don’t touch it. At least for now.”

“At least now.”

“Because life and death are too powerful forces to just leave alone. We’ll have to make contact someday. Even then… “I want appeasement as much as possible.”

It is true that either life or death is a powerful deity.

It is a self-evident fact that he is stronger than the God of Dreams and the God of Vengeance. After all, how many beings are neither alive nor dead in this world?

If we guess from the words of a dream that as long as there are people who dream in this world, their power is truly infinite, then as long as there are living and dying beings in this world, the power of life and death will also be infinite.

And in this world, the only beings who neither live nor die, and who can be called undead or immortal, are at most the three clans or those related to them.

Due to the nature of the Grimm Darker worldview, which does not have many undead, the power of life and death was bound to be powerful.

So I didn’t want any contact right away. Llewellyn wanted to contact him only after he had at least developed his strength and was able to prepare for an emergency.

But things in the world don’t always go as planned.

Llewelyn frowned as she listened to the messenger who came to her room.

“A guest came from outside the city. He calls himself the god of life and death…”

*

In Grimm Darker’s worldview, Netel, very few people know about the word God.

There are strong people who vaguely guess that such beings exist, but there were many cases where even those strong people did not know about ‘God’.

What the messenger said was exactly what he heard.

Other than that, the fact that I came to convey urgent information and the fact that I referred to myself as a ‘guest’ was a result of my own decision.

Llewelyn headed in the opposite direction, not toward the entrance of the city.

She could also be called the back door of the city.

It is not commonly used, and few people use it.

The place where Arba stationed most of his troops

Even though there were many dangerous elements, including drug dealers and warlocks, in the city, Arba was not ousted. In fact, this was the reason why they trusted and followed Arba.

Beyond the gate, there was a demonic scripture.

“Magyeong?”

She shuddered at the fact that Jeokmyeol, whom she had only heard about through rumors, asked her a question, and answered cautiously.

“Yes, my name is Demon Lord. At least that’s what we call it.”

“Because of what?”

The word Magyeong itself was not unfamiliar. The problem is that it is not unfamiliar.

Magyeong was a name referring to a special area on one side of the Old Continent where monsters were frequent.

Even during times when the empire was in turmoil, Magyeong was also a place where the family and its dependents had independent command and devoted themselves to defense.

It is now also the home of Scorching Ball, a famous star saint with firepower comparable to that of Annihilation.

As far as Llewelyn knew, among the ‘homelands’ that could be selected as a secondary option when selecting a human, it was one that was particularly optimized for survivability and critical strike options.

But why does such a demonic scripture come out here?

When she looked at him with puzzle, the messenger answered while trembling with fear.

“The enemy… Have you ever been to Magyeong?”

“Huh. “She used to go often.”

“That’s right, he was once a patriot… Then, you probably know the special characteristics of the Demonic Sutra.”

The Demonic Land is not simply a place with many monsters.

Magyeong is a special terrain in itself. If you stay for a long time, there is a high possibility that you will become contaminated and become a monster or lose your sanity, and the power of black magic will greatly increase.

Because of this, there were many magicians, adventurers, and mercenaries who went crazy in the Demon World.

Is that all? When the warlocks realized that their magic was getting stronger, they built a nest in the magic world and used black magic to create terrible monsters.

Magyeong was a place with a status worthy of its name.

As far as Llewellyn knows, it is a place where perfect attendance is required for both Parts 2 and 3, and it is also a place that must be visited in order to obtain final items.

That kind of magic world exists in the New World as well. It’s an incredible story. However, it was acceptable if you understood it from a game perspective.

In the end, you will have to farm items in the New Continent DLC as well.

However, she was not sure what this world would ultimately be, but Llewellyn put aside her complicated thoughts and focused on the present.

Currently, the gods of life and death have arrived at the west gate blocking the entrance to the Demonic World.

And the gods of life and death appear to live in the demon world.

And…

“Magyeong.”

“Yes?”

“How is the Demon World here different from the Demon World in the Old Continent? Why is it called Demon Lord?”

When I thought about it carefully, I never heard why it was called the Demon Lord.

Only then did the messenger realize his mistake and stutter.

“Basically, it’s not much different from the Demon World of the Old Continent, but… “The magic scene here is different.”

“If it’s not that different.”

“There are a lot of monsters. Natural phenomena are distorted, and unknown things that are difficult to understand are observed.”

In the Demonic Lands of the Old Continent, night often came because the sun did not set even when the sun was shining brightly.

At the same time, a foul and poisonous gas comparable to sulfur suddenly spread, and the space was suddenly distorted, and the path I used to walk changed and I lost my way.

If you want to survive in such a magical world, what you need is a protection school or rescue school wizard of a certain level.

It won’t be much different here either. Llewelyn nodded and looked at her sister.

She appeared to be lost in her thoughts, with her sister crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

Unlike Llewelyn, it looks like there’s something to it. Llewellyn said, thinking she would ask later.

“Then what’s different?”

“The monster… “It is not common.”

When I looked at the monster, wondering when it had become common, the messenger read the expression and answered with a stern face.

“You will know when you see it for yourself. “The monsters I had seen so far felt like ‘ordinary beasts.'”

I don’t know the level or level of the messenger. However, if you were a subordinate of one of the leaders of the rebellion like Arba, you would not be a fool.

If someone like that can say out loud that it is not common, then it must be true.

She had nothing to gain by bluffing, so Llewelyn was convinced and looked at the west gate approaching.

The West Gate was very different from the East Gate that I had already seen before, which was built along a mountain range and was easy to defend, but did not seem to put much effort into defense.

The west gate was truly an impregnable fortress.

The high walls were at least two stories higher than the east gate.

The castle walls were not just made of stones. Metal was closely embedded along with the stones, showing that the city’s several years of income had been invested in the walls.

On the other hand, the door was also unusual. The heavy metal door had a chain as thick as Llewelyn’s waist.

“Sejin.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t even think my sister can break through that.”

It was a door that even Lucilla would say that about. There are even wizards who are often seen along the exterior of the castle walls.

If most of them were of the Protection School, it seemed impossible to breach this even if the progenitor castle of the Destruction School was revived.

“What should I do to attack?”

“Shouldn’t we write ‘Death of a Star’? “I can’t use it unless I come alone.”

A sister who smiles awkwardly. In those words, the words were condensed: ‘I can’t possibly use such big techniques when you’re nearby without getting caught up in it.’

Now that the safety of her younger brother and lover has become more important to her, it also means that if there is a possibility, she would rather not go through with it.

But the messenger who didn’t know that trembled with fear.

Will he put those words into practice, or will he suddenly do something that no one can understand, as he is well known for?

The messenger held his breath and tried not to get on her nerves, and so she eventually reached the west gate.

I went up the stairs behind the west gate and approached the place where Arva was waiting, nervously clutching her axe.

“… “Are you here?”

Arba clearly shows signs of nervousness with his helmet pressed down.

The female knight faced the land that had turned purple and had become stark and stark.

Beyond the west gate, it was a land called the Demonic Land.

A place that gives Llewelyn a sense of déjà vu. A place that is really not much different from the Demonic Land of the Old Continent.

Arba pointed to such a devil.

“I am your guest.”

It was only then that Llewelyn saw the person standing on the demonic mirror.

“… “That?”

I heard that life and death came as guests. I even heard directly that that was your customer.

However, while Llewellyn was watching it, it did not occur to him that a conversation was really taking place and that Izzy was someone who existed.

The only thing that resembled a human was its shape.

To be exact, the only thing that resembled a human was the fact that it had one head.

“That… The god of life and death… ?”

The body was covered with a pure white carapace similar to that of an insect rather than bast skin, and the face was missing from the mouth to the nose.

All there is is an eye hole. The eyes in the eye sockets had a bizarre appearance, with two pupils each.

Four arms and four legs hanging from a masculine body that makes it difficult to believe that a woman is mixed in.

Yet, the divinity that is felt. It was a much larger and darker divinity than those embraced by Llewelyn or the God of Dreams.

Llewelyn was the enemy to look down on it.

The four pupils in its eyes all turned towards Llewelyn.

With a crackling sound, the top of its head she opened and a voice came out.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, steward.”

A voice that gives me goosebumps. A bizarre metal scraping sound that evokes instinctive disgust.

When Llewelyn grabbed the castle wall without realizing it, she said that.

“Do you still hate me?”