I Became the Wrong Race

188 – Life and Death (2)

“The god of life and death really said that… ?”

The God of Dreams spoke as if he couldn’t believe it, and since the God of Dreams was the only one he knew among the people and gods present, there was no other response.

“It’s a strange thing. Even when they were imprisoned, they said they had no regrets.”

“You don’t regret it?”

“Okay. They said that it was only something that lovers could touch. How many bards’ songs did that scene in the pantheon become? .”

The god of dreams who stops speaking with a groan. God rolled his scarlet eyes and looked at Llewelyn.

“What do you plan to do?”

“Well.”

He said he would think about it and walked away. Even now, the gods of life and death were standing outside the walls like an inanimate object.

Just waiting for an answer in the middle of a magical world where even ordinary beings would lose their senses.

It’s not that I feel guilty remembering that fact, but… For some reason, Llewelyn felt uncomfortable looking at him.

No, is he right? He didn’t even know the gender. He said they were brother and sister, but if they are fused, what happens to their gender?

Do not know. Because all recognizable parts were filled with ambiguity, neither male nor female.

So Llewelyn showed her discomfort by tapping on the table, and her sister, who was sitting next to her, massaged her younger brother’s her shoulder.

“If you look at the big picture.”

Meanwhile, it was Ortemilia who opened her mouth. A being with a more realistic personality than anyone else here, and with a subtle sense of madness.

“There is one of two responses to choose. Do you agree or not?”

Llewelyn thought that was a bit subtle, and she actually was.

“It’s not a question of whether you will do it or not?”

“You don’t know if you can do it or not, do you? Even if that’s not the case, I’m not sure if that’s the true intention.”

She was as she said. Although Llewellyn was grateful that her colleague pointed out a problem that she had not thought of, she was secretly irritated.

“What do you want to say?”

And Orthemilia saw that Llewelyn was melting some of her discomfort into her irritation.

And I was generous enough to think about it and not get angry or get hurt.

After all, you are still young. She spoke calmly without showing any expression.

“I’m just making an assumption, but what I’m saying is that separation may not be what you want.”

“Then?”

“Well, it’s hard to judge right now, but at least it won’t be something that benefits us.”

If it is a mutually beneficial issue, there is no reason to hide it.

Even if you are greedy, if it is mutually beneficial, you will tell the truth considering social relationships.

Then, it is easy to accept it as a mutual benefit, so hiding it like that can usually be interpreted like this.

They are hiding something, and beyond benefiting only the proposer, it could also be harmful to the recipient.

Although it is an extended interpretation, it was natural if the other person was an incomprehensible god.

One mistake, one wrong decision can put your life at risk. It was natural in a slightly barbaric world.

Even if it’s not Netel, it’s the same everywhere. So you must be careful in your decisions. Llewelyn was someone who knew that much.

“Then what should I do?”

My sister, who was massaging my younger brother’s her shoulder her, says: The sister now had no hesitation in massaging, touching, or holding her younger brother’s hand her.

Originally, I was hesitant because I was afraid that I would be rudely rejected by her younger brother like I was in middle school.

After becoming her younger brother and her lover, she was also her older sister who no longer hesitated.

She massaged her sister’s shoulder and came closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

‘Didn’t they say they were brother and sister? Why is it so innocent?’

The God of Dreams only thought and did not spit, and Ortemilia stared at the two with vertical pupils that seemed to have little emotion, and then she said.

“Shouldn’t we gather a little more information first? What the dream god knows and what I know… Other than that, there are things that can be figured out through observation or brought out through conversation. “We have to integrate everything and make a decision.”

It’s a straight argument. This is a moment when careful decisions are needed more than ever. Llewelyn pursed her lips, thinking something was wrong, but she couldn’t bear to say no, so she stayed quiet.

“And in my view, it is better for you, the God of Dreams, to take on that role.”

“… It’s so sudden.”

“If you look at the way it looked at that time, it seems like neither I nor Lucilla are considered equal beings. As an equal godhead, you will need to elicit information through conversation.”

Of course, it’s a straight argument. Sometimes he seems to have lost his mind and does strange things, such as serving eggs.

From Llewelyn’s perspective, Ortemiglia seemed like a scientist with an extremely realistic personality.

That’s why she was called an alchemist. She is very versatile, even mastering the crafting of magical items and all kinds of magic.

Instead of honing my magic and improving my strength, I chose the exact opposite.

Although Llewelyn sensed her discomfort, she thought it was because of her time with Orthemilia.

The fact that she was filling the void of her mother’s presence, something she had never felt in her life.

“Then what about us?”

So Llewelyn asked Orthemilia what her next plan was.

“… “Isn’t that up to you?”

She blinked at Orthemilia’s words her her her her.

Oh right. I was the leader. With her new realization her her her, Llewelyn thought for a moment.

It was some time later that Arba came.

“Is what you said you would accept us still valid?”

It was a word that came out of nowhere. But it wasn’t something she couldn’t tell with common sense.

Llewelyn didn’t know how to greet her guests, so she did what she did when her sister’s friends came, and served them drinks, and although Arva was suspicious of her receiving drinks in her own building, she quietly served her tea. I took it and drank it.

That appearance was very elegant in Llewelyn’s perspective

They say all the knights were nobles, and they definitely had an aristocratic style.

When I thought that she might have been a young lady, I almost laughed because it reminded me of Arba in a dress.

In her opinion, she was able to endure it with superhuman patience.

She was always optimistic in her self-evaluation to the extreme.

Anyway, Arva frowned slightly when she read Llewelyn’s expression her her her, but then she straightened her expression her her her as if she had never done that before.

They say that because they are beasts anyway, their facial expressions are not visible to humans.

“So, why did you suddenly decide to accept the offer?”

Llewelyn waited until she had calmed down and opened her mouth, and Arba let out a drooling sound, fiddling with her teacup with her paw-hands, her ambiguous position between that of a lioness and that of a human. Br﹥

“Is it because of that? I… “Monster?”

The God of Life and Death was an extremely bizarre monster, even based on Llewellyn’s knowledge of all kinds of media.

If you had seen it without knowing that it was a god, it had an appearance that would have made you think that it was one of the boss mobs, or that it was either a failure or a masterpiece of the three clans.

Even his abilities were amazing. Even though Llewellyn’s 22 points of agility he did not recognize the super acceleration and his sister’s powerful attack method, star flame, hit him directly, there was not a single scratch.

Later, I heard from Yoon Se-ah that even a level 15 monster with 24 health points would lose one of its limbs if it was hit by star fire.

Just looking at it, it seemed likely that it was a monster with health greater than that of Llewelyn.

Of course, like the craftsman god that we fought with before, he may be using some kind of means to take his place.

Either way, it was clear that it wasn’t something to just look at in vain.

Llewelyn believed that it was potentially the God of Life and Death’s fault that Arba decided to accept the offer.

The truth I heard next was different.

A female beast knight and one of the leaders of the rebel army.

Arba was proud of his city

However, that pride was not towards the city itself, but rather towards my subordinates who maintained and protected this city, and towards the city that was quickly established and survived on the foundation of the ancient city.

It was limited to that area, and was not directed at the members of that city.

So, even though she cherished and protected the city of Arba, she was a little annoyed.

This was because there were too many variables in the city.

Countless things that prevent city management from being carried out properly.

Assassins, warlocks, cultists, and cannibals who worship warlocks like gods.

In particular, the cannibals mentioned last had the hardest time.

At least when the man-eating baron was healthy, they were managed, but after the baron who was supposed to rule over him died, even that wasn’t easy.

To make matters worse, they say that a new power has recently been seen among the cannibals.

It is said that the more people cannibalize, the stronger they suddenly become, so it was extremely difficult.

I don’t know if that’s all.

“Drug dealers and cannibals working together?”

“Okay. Suddenly, these difficult people are turning into drug-addled cannibals.”

A cannibal who took drugs.

Llewellyn looked very confused as he pondered what he had heard.

You might wonder how annoying people would change if they took drugs, but Arba was not ‘just anyone’ who couldn’t even solve such problems on her own.

Although he is no longer dead, he was once a skilled knight and a close associate of Ethan the Starblade, who could be said to be the top leader and leader of the rebels.

He trained his subordinates well and was able to do more than his share, and his command of them was also excellent.

If she were to say that she was picky, it would be unusual for her to do so. Llewelyn looked at her from around that time.

“So?”

“If what you proposed is still valid, the city of Arba… “I’m thinking of moving to the place you suggested.”

Llewelyn thought it had become quite a bothersome problem.

Let’s look at the fact that they are considering moving aside what they have achieved.

However, that was an evaluation limited to Llewelyn’s impressions, and Lucilla seemed to think a little differently.

Lucilla stood with her arms crossed and her legs crossed, glaring at Arba with her cold eyes.

Is it really because you can kill a person with just your eyes? Arva shuddered under that infamous ‘destructive’ gaze.

“I think there are other reasons as well. “Why don’t you just tell me?”

Uh, is there such a thing? In contrast to Llewelyn’s blank expression her her, Arba’s her deeply showed conflict on her face and she sighed.

There were complaints that came out along with those sighs.

A story that makes even Lucilla, who was staring at her calmly, frown slightly.

To summarize the story briefly, it was like this.

“The demonic realm is expanding… ?”

“Yes, I didn’t know the cause until now, but now I know.”

Looking at Llewelyn’s embarrassed face, Arva sighed with the agile face typical of a lioness.

“That monster was the cause.”

The god of life and death standing outside the castle walls.

Arba pointed to the deity as the cause