I Became the Wrong Race

195 – Life and Death (9)

[Your level has increased.]

[Your level has increased.]

I wasn’t happy. Llewelyn’s expression she was dark even though two notifications that her level she had risen to mind

‘That sucks.’

I felt very dirty. The facial expression was at least managed.

It was natural since my sister was right next to me and I couldn’t grumble with a chewed-up face.

But even so, everyone could tell that Llewelyn was in a bad mood, as she was apparently gay.

Even the God of Dreams, who was hanging in a position where he could not see Llewelyn’s face her, did the same. The dream god rolled his eyes and looked at the collapsed tower moving away.

There was once a great deity called the god of life and death.

That godhead will never open his eyes again.

He smiled bitterly and lowered his eyes.

I also had the vain thought that it was fortunate that the person who killed God was Llewelyn.

If it had been killed by an ordinary human or a monster, the divinity would not have been taken away and the law of death and life would have been disrupted, but fortunately, it seems that was not the case.

Is it even because the person killed was a ‘child of the sun’? The dream god was relieved but also bitter.

It was a combination of the vain thought that there might have been a better outcome and the reason that knew very well that there would not be such a thing.

On the way back to Arba, the steps were heavy.

“Sejin.”

What you say while following right next to you. The dream god glances and rolls her eyes, revealing the woman’s profile. The already docile eyes she became even more droopy and looked sad.

“Sejin.”

“… Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

Llewellyn was unable to answer hastily. She wanted to say she was okay, but in reality, she wasn’t okay.

And telling lies like that will only make your sister sad. Llewelyn hesitated for a while and then sighed.

“It’s not okay.”

Then, I see my sister’s eyes become even more crooked and sad. I feel a little guilty after saying it, but I have to tell a blatant lie.

“My sister could have done it.”

“It was something I had to do. There’s blood on my hands… Not even the first time. It’s okay.”

“They said it wasn’t okay.”

“It’s not okay, but it’s okay.”

I don’t feel well, but rationally I feel okay. It was painful for Lucilla to see her bright younger brother her so sad.

He is a soft-spoken child whose only goal is for everyone to be happy. Lucilla reached out her hand and brushed her cheek without realizing it, and Llewelyn lifted the corner of her mouth loosely as her hand ran down her cheek.

It was something I was grateful for. It’s better to have someone who cares than to suffer alone.

That’s why she felt so relieved when Isla said she would risk her life.

Even if it was the effect of the charm of ‘her father her her’ her, Llewelyn felt grateful to Isla.

‘… How should I explain this to Isla?’

The time to return was approaching.

And when she returned, Llewelyn intended to inform Isla of her and her sister’s new relationship.

Maybe she could tell Melody.

But she didn’t know how to convey it.

Is that all she is? When she got back she had more work to do.

It was Arba’s migration issue.

“Do you want my sister to hug you?”

As my worries deepened, a suggestion came to me out of the blue. Llewellyn blinked and looked back at her sister.

“Suddenly?”

“Sejin used to calm down when his older sister hugged him. Huh?”

My sister follows along, smiling softly. Llewelyn scratched her cheek and worried, but she quickly shook her head.

“Are you okay. “It’s not that bad.”

Above all, it was not a conducive environment. At least Llewelyn thought so.

“Then can my sister hug me? My heart is empty and my arms are cold, I want to hug Sejin tightly.”

Yoon Se-ah decided to do everything she had ever wanted to do to her younger brother, who had already become her lover.

Even now, there are many things I can’t do because the God of Dreams is with me, so it was the best I could do without being seen in front of others.

Llewellyn’s eyes widened in surprise, but she had no choice but to say no.

In the end, her brother and sister hugged in a demonic scene completely dyed purple.

It was an embrace with clear dark intentions.

“Ugh, Sejin.”

A sister and lover who quickly hugs her long hair and rubs her cheek or face against her younger brother’s chest.

Llewelyn was embarrassed as she remembered what she had done not long ago, and the dream god hanging behind Llewellyn’s waist tried to clear her throat.

“Good, good.”

Love that flows almost like an exhaled breath and words that are deeply filled with such love. Llewellyn left her hands in the air for a moment, then wrapped them around her sister’s shoulders and back.

Before I became a homunculus, I was the same height as my sister, so when I hugged her, I would rest my chin on her shoulder, but now, when I hug her tightly, it feels like my sister’s body heat fills my chest.

And she found it refreshing again. Her heart sinks as her chest warms. It’s comforting. Was it aimed at?

“I like you, Sejin.”

No, probably not. Llewellyn looked down at his sister, who was now speaking in a voice mixed with coquetry, and smiled briefly.

I guess she just wanted to be hugged. Even if it wasn’t, it was still a good thing.

Regardless of the actual purpose of Yoon Se-ah, Llewelyn regained peace in her heart as she hugged her sister. It was a surprising effect.

‘I guess I like hugs.’

As she gently brushed her sister’s shoulders, telling her she would do it more often, Lucilla took a deep breath and pulled away from her sister’s chest.

Her face was slightly red. Her exhaling was also a little rough.

“I think I’ll want to do it more, so I’ll hold on. Let’s go back.”

Lucilla returned as the’ideal older sister.’She led Llewelyn through her path, and Llewelyn walked comfortably behind Lucilla.

And as she walked, she could immediately sense her discomfort.

Clearly, her demonic circumference she had expanded.

She wasn’t wrong in what she felt in her gut. It was exactly the same intuition she felt the moment Llewelyn cut down her god of death.

It was a bitter experience. Llewelyn rolled her eyes and looked at her status window, trying to escape her depression for a moment.

There, she remembered the things she had acquired as she reached level 13 and then level 14.

[Guidance of those who went before]

[Critical chance significantly increases when attacking weak points.]

[Add 2 points to Dexterity.]

First of all, the guidance of those who have gone before is not a common characteristic but a characteristic unique to mourners.

The effect was simple. If you successfully attack a weak spot such as the neck, heart, or head, the chance of a critical hit increases significantly.

It was a great option considering the effect of Llewellyn’s star cluster and fatal destruction.

This made it easier for the Mourner to take out minions when fighting the Warlock. It was like that when fighting large monsters.

It was a good ability. It was also nice that 2 points were added to agility, increasing defense further.

Next was talent. A talent obtained at level 12 and again at level 14.

This part will require some more consideration. Llewellyn did not make a decision easily and closed her window, thinking.

‘I have to discuss it with my sister later.’

Even though Lucilla is not an expert like Llewelyn, she must have felt things while living in this world.

Llewellyn did not make a hasty decision. Instead, she focused her eyes on what she could see beyond the rolled-up window.

I saw monsters.

Monsters hiding in the horizon, trees, or bushes, glaring at Llewelyn and Lucilla and then retreating.

Among them, there were monsters that were so distorted that it was difficult to imagine what their original form was, while there were also monsters that were so original that they were clearly mimics.

They were obviously residents of the Demonic Land. Monsters that specialize in harming humans.

If the intuition that the demon world is expanding is correct, these were monsters that could be a reason to abandon Arba.

This was the part that made me sigh. To think that maybe I should have subdued him instead of killing him.

“Still, expanding the magic realm is not necessarily a bad thing.”

Lucilla said. Perhaps because she had already mentioned that the demonic realm may have expanded, she seemed to have noticed what Llewelyn was concerned about.

“At least farming will become easier. A lot of good things will come out.”

And because Grimm Darker’s items are also important. It was said lightly, but it was true.

“That’s right. But…”

Lou Silla is unable to respond to Llewelyn, who slurs her words.

It was clear that we didn’t think of each other that way.

The expansion of the magic world did more harm than good.

How could it be that, despite all the empire’s corruption, the family in charge of the magic world avoided all disasters?

Even the three clans found it difficult that the demonic realm was not managed. Llewellyn tasted her bitterly.

However, like the Demon Lord of the Old Continent, it is not possible to call in and manage a clan chosen by a ‘star’.

She said she had no choice anyway, but Llewelyn was worried.

‘If only I knew it would be like this.’

Those thoughts were dispelled by the cough of the dream god hanging behind her waist.

“Isn’t it clear that this land is not suitable for human habitation? Anyway, the city will have to move. “Is there anyone under your command who is capable?”

“… In moderation. If you call for help, they will be happy to help you. The problem is.”

“Will the city agree to the move?”

Arba himself would agree, but he didn’t know what the city’s members would be like.

Llewelyn walked into the city, hoping that Ortemilia had done something.

Before we knew it, Arba was getting closer.

Because of the presence of ‘death’ on Llewelyn’s body, monsters avoided him, and thanks to this, there was no difficulty entering the city.

The problem came right after. Llewelyn, Lucilla, and the God of Dreams discovered that there was no one at the entrance to the city.

The castle gate was open, and the entire castle wall was dyed purple, perhaps because the magic area had expanded.

Assuming the worst, Llewelyn drew a line in the air and brought out a cluster of stars, and Lucilla grabbed the spear that was conveniently placed beyond the castle gate.

The entrance to the city was also purple. The overall impression that it has been eroded by the devil.

Llewelyn moved, assuming the worst, and Lucilla’s kind expression of hers, which she had given to her sister just moments before, disappeared as she scanned her surroundings with sharp eyes.

Traces of where people once lived. It seemed as if they had left in a hurry and many things were left behind.

Llewelyn got on her nerves as she passed by a place that looked like a monster by-product market she had once seen before.

She listened and tried to feel the vibrations on the soles of her feet.

At the end, there is one vibration that touches her toes. Llewellyn made eye contact with her sister and quickly and quietly closed the distance between her.

Ready to cut her down at any moment, she turned the corner, passed a place that looked like someone had been there a while ago…

“Wow, fuck!”

I met a soldier who was shaking.

A soldier rolling on the floor, throwing away his spear and even the sack he was carrying.

When the soldier saw Llewelyn and Lucilla, he rubbed her chest as if to calm her frightened heart and cried out.

“Why, why are you still here? Didn’t you evacuate?”

Llewelyn met her sister’s eyes curiously.

She must have done something, she thought.