I Became the Wrong Race

196 – Migration (1)

A guard was a person who came to ‘take care’ of the items that people had not yet taken care of.

It may seem absurd that he would risk his life, but he moved with the confidence that he would be safe.

Confidence that even if there is a monster, he will not be able to reach his location in a short period of time, or even if he does, he will be able to shake it off.

And that confidence was close to the correct answer in some form. Because all the monsters were wary of not only life and death, but also Llewelyn, who killed them, and did not approach.

So, as soon as the guard saw Llewelyn and Lucilla, he spat out six-letter words and turned around.

Even though it was only for a short time, when he saw the approaching figure, he thought he was going to die and even said that he saw a flash of light.

Still, Llewellyn didn’t feel any pity, partly because she didn’t kill anyone or get hurt.

“… Stealing things in the meantime?”

The biggest reason was that I didn’t have much sympathy for the guy who was looting in such an extreme situation.

Of course, the soldier looked aggrieved by those words, but he couldn’t argue with them.

Belatedly, I recognized the man and woman standing in front of me.

‘Annihilation… Even his younger brother his his his.’

Although it is said to be a guard, it is one of Arba’s subordinates. He recalled the information Arva had conveyed to his subordinates.

Jeokmyeok left to solve the demonic problem, and will return once he is finished.

It was definitely as he said. The demonic realm widened and was infested with monsters, but it looked as if it had been lightly penetrated without any scratches.

“Subjugation, no, what about that monster…”

Only then did Llewelyn see the guard, and after looking at him for a moment, she smiled.

“Guide to Arba. “Go and tell me directly.”

Although she did n’t know the guard was scared, Lucilla could see the bitterness on her sister’s face.

But I didn’t need comfort. I had already consoled myself, and it was time to digest what was left on my own.

The guard led the way. Holding the already full sack in my arms, I glanced back.

And as we passed along that road, traces of people gradually emerged.

Shielding material to block the escape route to the stacked barricade.

There were cases of blood being stained, perhaps a sign that the defense line had been pushed back, but the monster’s body was not actually visible.

Llewellyn lifted her nose slightly and smelled her.

What I feel is the smell of blood. It also didn’t have the monster’s characteristic smell of blood, like caked-on residue.

Salty, fishy smell. It was a fishy smell, different from that of fish.

It’s the smell of human blood. It is a trace of a fight between humans. When Llewelyn realized this, she slightly clenched and unclenched her fists and looked at her sister.

Lucilla shook her head lightly at that gaze, and Llewelyn opened her eyes slightly and snorted.

A sign that there is nothing to worry about. Llewelyn released her grip and walked.

Sure enough, the guards were slowly encamped. They smiled when they saw the guard carrying a full sack, but their faces hardened when they saw the destruction that followed.

‘As expected, my sister. ‘We are sure to take the lead.’

Without fighting or tolling, which would normally have been the case, they moved out of the way as Lucilla went.

Even if you pull out the entire pile that was carved out as a barricade and throw it away, you can’t put up any resistance or even say anything and just get out of the way.

Feeling at ease with her sister, Llewellyn crossed the guards and made her way to the center of Jin.

Arba was there.

“… “Annihilation.”

A lion beastman who frowns as if he is not pleased as soon as he sees it, but he does not lift a weapon.

She held her maneless head high.

“Is the subjugation over?”

When we left, we were together with the monster, but we came back together. Even though it was obvious, she insisted on asking.

It was clear that she was asking even though she knew she might be deceived.

It was inevitable.

Arba was a knight, and he was a man who knew the weight of the word knight.

Llewelyn nodded her head.

She said, “I subdued it. Even though I didn’t want to.”

“… “You didn’t want it?”

“There was room for negotiation. He didn’t create the Demonic Sutra either. Rather…”

As Llewelyn turned her head to look in the direction of her castle gate, Arba remembered the widened magic mirror just moments ago.

Looking at her narrowed eyes, Llewelyn nodded her head quietly.

“It became wider because I killed it.”

“… Was it a misjudgment?”

“That’s how it happened. What are you going to do?”

Arva wandered for a moment with her uncomfortable expression on her face. Her men her were staring at her and her her her her enemy her her her younger brother her her her.

In the end, the uncomfortable gaze her soon disappeared under tightly closed eyes.

“I will move. Did you say it was a pantheon?”

Arba facing Llewelyn. She said while showing an expression of disapproval.

“The city of Arba, the knight Arba, and the entire Free Empire Army will stand under the banner of the pantheon.”

Llewelyn smiled sheepishly.

Although it was the desired result, the process was very unexpected.

While she felt like it would have been better if she could have avoided it.

Lucilla looked around and said.

“Where is Orthemilia?”

*

Most of the people in the city who could follow Arba’s instructions were gathered near the city entrance.

Even if there were people who didn’t, there weren’t many.

A warlock who is not even a mercenary, but a cannibal who has already made a living in the city’s sewers.

Otherwise, he is a complete outsider who cannot join even a small force and is ostracized.

Either way, it was out of Llewelyn’s interest, but it didn’t seem to be for Ortemilia.

Llewellyn went down into her sewer.

Past the place where countless people had once been dragged in her dreams her her her, she glared at a passing Llewelyn and drew her sword her her her her, then into a dark place where her eyes met her and she hid her body her her her in the darkness.

It is said that the underground gets darker the further you walk, but the place Llewelyn was heading was a little different.

“Sejin. I think I can turn it off.”

“Right?”

Gradually, a neat interior and bright passageway were revealed.

It was a place where there were slight scratches on the floor, as if people had frequented it.

Among the sewers I’ve passed so far, it was one of the cleanest spaces, and I felt a certain obsession with it.

It is obvious how difficult it will be to persuade such a person.

Llewelyn narrowed her eyes and stole the light she had made her with her thumb her her her her horizontally her with her her hand her her her her.

“That’s very convenient.”

“I thought it could also be used as a stepping stone. I’ll have to apply it later, but…”

“Can you lend it to your sister?”

“Well, wouldn’t that be hard? They say it’s stored in the soul.”

“In the soul? How could something like that…”

While talking nonsense with her sister, she starts walking and stops at the same time when she suddenly hears a voice.

Because perhaps they were homunculi, the brother and sister met gray eyes in the darkness and nodded.

What followed was a movement in which no sound was heard, contrary to the power contained within.

Move as if gliding down the aisle to narrow the distance. Only shadows remained in the hallway dotted with lanterns.

That’s how we reached the main gate.

In front of the familiar jade-colored or bluish-green metal door, Llewelyn made eye contact with her sister and listened to her.

I heard a voice.

There was also a familiar voice.

Llewellyn made eye contact with Lucilla and put her body behind her.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

I kicked open the door.

The chain that was hanging on it became fragments and scattered, and the clasp fluttered across the floor.

People who were started by the loud roar froze in shock and then drew their weapons, each showing a different reaction.

As Llewellyn looked at those people, she saw a small girl who was the only one who didn’t show any reaction.

A girl standing with her legs crossed, lifting a teacup and sipping.

The hem of her loose dress gets caught on her chain, so she secretly pulls the hem of her dress off and laughs.

The narrow vertical pupil was shining dangerously.

Where is that? The horns on her head tell anyone that she is not an ordinary human being.

Even though it is a world where beastmen exist, people know. That is a life that deviates from reason like Yongin.

Llewelyn tilted her head and looked at the people, then at Orthemilia.

“Didn’t you tell me?”

The narrowed eyes are directed to the left center. After putting down the glass he was sipping from her, the corners of his her mouth her her her go up as if he is mocking.

No one answered that question. But Llewellyn guessed what had happened.

One of the people in the middle of the room glanced, and someone who looked like a magician was looking at Lou Sila with nervous eyes.

“True destruction…”

Llewellyn slowly relaxed her stance, clenching her fists as she felt all eyes on her.

Just like that, she felt the touch of black armor covering her body.

While the cloak was flying and the god of dreams behind Llewelyn’s waist was looking at her without even being able to shed a sigh.

Llewellyn turned her gaze to Orthemilia.

“Now I will give you a chance.”

Ortemilia uncrosses her legs, crosses them to the other side, and points her tail toward the audience.

She spoke in a manner that seemed arrogant.

“There are both Jeokmyeol and his younger brother, the Heretic Questioners who believed in and followed Jeokmyeol.”

The audience swallows their saliva. Even as Llewelyn heard that sound, she stood proudly.

“Not only is the golden oriole, but even Balterok, the leader of the black knights, is with us.”

The outstretched hand passes Lucilla and Llewelyn and points to the left center.

People made up of wizards, mercenaries, and various groups.

“Who can surpass or intercept my ‘work’? If you wish, we can be together as helpers and assistants rather than as saboteurs.”

She now folded her hands together. Although her fingers were not long, the audience could not take their eyes off her hands.

As if my future depended on her fingers.

And that was actually the case.

Llewellyn said she felt a sense of déjà vu as she watched Orthemilia do her thing, even though she was ready to ‘deal with it’at any moment.

I closed my eyes tightly at the words that followed.

“Now, now. “Say my name.”

One of the things she was asked about as soon as Llewelyn testified that she came from another world.

At that moment, she remembered what Ortemilia was doing and she told me without thinking about it.

The most impressive line among them.

“You are an alchemist…”

It was around this time that I even kept my mouth shut in response to a reaction that seemed as if I had pieced it together.

Llewelyn heard Orthemilia’s excited voice

“Affection…”

“What on earth is going on here?”

Ortemilia, intoxicated by her atmosphere, stops, and the attention of the crowd who were watching her, overwhelmed by her, immediately focuses on Llewelyn.

Although she didn’t notice the atmosphere and intervened, she couldn’t help it.

Llewelyn had to hang up before that line came out.

Although Ortemilia pursed her lips as if offended by her sarcasm her her her.

This was for the best because she did not want Ortemilia, who always pretended to be her mother, to have to kick the covers off her later.

Even for the dignity of Ortemilia.