I Became the Wrong Race

197 – Migration (2)

“Really, if you’re going to call me mother, can’t you at least save face?”

As soon as her entourage withdrew, Orthemilia grumbled at Llewelyn and expressed her displeasure.

“It was a scene that was prepared and thought out in its own way!”

Llewelyn looked at Orthemilia with her cold eyes.

Well, if you think about it, Ortemilia was like this even when we first met her.

Although we often forget that her words, actions, thoughts, and consideration of her are more mature than her appearance.

Ortemilia had this side.

I would say that she looks like a child and that it suits her outward appearance of enjoying showing off and showing off.

Lew Welyn watched in silence, and then she saw people gathering up what appeared to be experimental equipment from a little distance away.

They were almost killed by Llewelyn and Lucilla a little while ago, but barely survived.

They looked at her man, who seemed to be the infamous enemy’s brother her, and then stepped back, and Llewellyn watched them leave in silence.

“Are you listening? I heard something from you and I even referenced it…”

“Thank you?”

“Thank you! That was the most fun part!”

He grunts and punches Llewellyn in the stomach.

It was a minor, painful punch that wasn’t even considered an attack.

If I were to use an onomatopoeia, it would be closer to a triviality.

Llewelyn welcomed me for a moment and then gently massaged my temples.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why are you doing this! Do you not know this aesthetic? “You seemed quite happy when you talked about it!”

Llewelyn says she can’t help it because it’s all drama and she enjoys it. She said it would be embarrassing to see her actually do it.

She didn’t hurt.

No matter how tactless Llewelyn was, she still had that level of tact.

Instead of answering, Llewelyn quietly looked around her.

It was a clean and well-maintained space.

“A laboratory?”

“Huh? Oh, right. It was a laboratory. “It was a place to counterfeit the medicine I made.”

Orthemilia withdraws her fist from Llewelyn’s abdomen and places her hand on her waist.

Llewellyn said she wanted to finish and she asked.

“What the hell are those, and what exactly are they doing here? “You weren’t just following what I told you.”

Orthemilia still seemed upset, but she gave up any instinct to answer the question.

“Recruitment.”

Starting with those words, she coherently explained everything she had experienced.

While Llewelyn, Lucilla, and the God of Dreams were away, she pondered what she should do before making a decision.

To put it simply, it was like this.

“You’re going to take drug manufacturers under your wing?”

“Yes.”

“… Why?”

Llewelyn frowned as if she didn’t understand, but Orthemilia was firm.

“How many people on this earth do you think can assist me in my work?”

That’s quite a lot, isn’t it? Llewelyn thought.

Even wizards alone would be able to provide sufficient assistance. Llewelyn thought of a melody.

“I’m not good at melody. In fact, most wizards can’t.”

“… Really?”

“The warlocks may be quite capable, but they are like uncontrolled wild dogs. “If I mistakenly think that just because I gave it some food it came into my hands, I will be in trouble.”

Llewelyn nodded her head quietly.

These people will do anything for the sake of exploration, and will even overcome any taboo for their own ambition and knowledge.

That was a warlock.

A story that is not new. Llewelyn agreed.

“So, these guys can do it?”

“Okay. “They have already stepped into ‘alchemy.'”

Alchemy is a technology that does not exist in this world. As far as Llewelyn knows, that’s it.

There are potions, scrolls, and magic items, but they are products of magic, not alchemy.

However, Ortemilia’s alchemy was slightly different from the ‘Earth’s alchemy’ that Llewellyn knew.

In fact, it may be because of the automatic translation in her status window that Llewell Lin recognizes it as ‘alchemy.’

In reality, it was highly likely that the name had nothing to do with making gold.

“To synthesize a drug that affects the human body, a certain level of magical and pharmaceutical talent and effort is required. These guys are the ones who do it all. “It’s a rare opportunity to find an apprentice.”

Llewelyn nodded her head, and Orthemilia looked flattered.

“So we recruited them. As you wish, we will gradually make the drug less addictive… “I plan to help rehabilitate addicts and improve their skills.”

“Orthemilia has a plan.”

“Of course! Have you forgotten who I am? “Isn’t he the greatest genius of the three clans, an archmage who can even establish a school?”

Ortemilia is rarely excited. Although Llewelyn was shocked, she accepted the response.

“So what happened to the rest of the story?”

That’s why Ortemilia didn’t get annoyed even though she changed the direction of the story.

It may also be thanks to motherhood.

Ortemilia looked sullen for a moment and then took the lead.

*

Arva saw the two people who had disappeared in the direction of the sewers returning with Ortemiglia.

“Lord Orthemilia.”

And Arba greeted Orthemilia first, not Llewelyn, who had an equal power and friendly relationship with an enemy who could harm her at any time.

It was just as Ortemilia said. Llewelyn looked at Ortemilia in surprise.

She said, “Been there. How are you ready to leave?”

“Thanks to you, it all worked out.”

It was just as he said. Although he did not suspect Orthemilia.

Llewelyn recalled what Orthemilia had said, and Ortemilia read Llewelyn’s expression

“What about the mercenaries?”

“We succeeded in appeasing them with the prototype provided by Lord Ortemilia. Most agreed. Even those who did not agree followed suit when we solved the addition.”

“What about a warlock?”

“It seems like Balterok is turning in a different direction and disappearing… Is it really okay for this to happen?”

“Are you fine. Rather, wasn’t the warlock out of control? ‘Apprentice alchemists’ will be sufficient, so don’t worry.”

That conversation was nothing but a conversation meant to be told to Llewelyn.

The God of Dreams was quiet, as her head was confusing to say the least, and Lucilla slowly followed behind her sister.

Only Llewelyn was focused on the conversation.

Mercenaries are recruited, warlocks are expelled.

It was natural that the black magician and the black knight were like sheep and wolves.

It is only natural that there were victims of black magic who were rescued by the previous Black Knights.

Llewellyn was worried that Orthemilia might have received it indiscriminately, but she did not.

Rather, it seemed like it was received quite carefully. In the following conversation, Llewelyn was able to confirm that.

The assassin received it, but the cannibal did not.

Most of the sewers prepared to move without being notified, and most of the sewer residents who mixed in and prepared to move were expelled.

There may be quite a few people left in the city, but Arba was a woman who knew what to reject and what to protect.

Before she was the master of the city, she was a knight.

She said she couldn’t help it, but she would have organized it whenever she wanted.

‘Well, if you want to be a rebel, you have to do at least that much.’

As Llewelyn thought so, she agreed, and Arva spoke after examining Llewelyn’s expression her her.

“Then can we leave? It’s a long way.”

“Hmm? “Shouldn’t you ask that of Llewelyn, the master of the pantheon, rather than me?”

“… “Can we leave, Llewelyn?”

Llewellyn nodded her head as he carefully informed her who he was in charge of her.

“Let’s go.”

With those words, she packed up most of the city and started walking.

I drive a carriage and pull a cart.

Most of them walked.

Perhaps because most of the population were mercenaries, there were no people who were unable to move or carried on their backs.

Most of them were able to walk their own path, as if walking on their own feet was a virtue.

Llewelyn was already walking at the front of the line. Arba fluttered the flag attached to his long axe, and the flag waved along the winding road.

If you look down from above, it will look like a road made of flags. Llewelyn walked steadily toward the pantheon while thinking.

[Play time: 10,161 hours]

How long has it been since you left? Although the playing time was displayed, it was not accurate due to my poor memory.

Still, I get the impression that it’s been a while. Llewelyn thought so as she walked ahead.

The process proceeded along the long flag path.

Sometimes we stopped, lit a bonfire, and set up camp.

Perhaps because almost all of them were mercenaries, the camp was very simple but had everything they needed, and given the Black Knights’ tendency to clean things well these days, safety was certain.

Even if there are no Black Knights, it is rare for a monster to attack a force comprised entirely of experienced warriors.

Even if there is, Llewelyn and Lucilla can easily deal with it.

The process reached the mountain range quickly and safely.

[Play time: 10,187 hours]

The Cradle of the Black Knights has now built a wall beyond the wooden fence and has a black tower in the center.

And even the wooden fence halfway up the mountain range visible in the distance.

It was a change that occurred while I was away. Llewelyn closed her eyes for a moment, looking at the wooden fence blocking the road.

Exciting!

The divinity emanated from the body and enveloped all directions.

A clear pulse of God. The soldiers blocked the barrier stepped aside, and the black knights came down from the sky and raised their swords as if welcoming them.

Llewelyn walked, feeling as if she was passing the Arc de Triomphe.

“It’s like the Arc de Triomphe. “I wanted to go later.”

Lucilla was flirting next to Llewelyn, and Arva was looking at her with a ‘red-faced, female look behind her, as if she couldn’t get used to it.

It wasn’t a long camp, but it was enough time to see something different from Lucilla’s imagination her her her her.

Llewelyn headed toward the pantheon, ignoring Arba’s new gaze

“Maybe we can? Where…”

“There are a lot of sites in the mountains over there. If possible, it would be better to discuss it and figure it out. “I’ll send someone here, so just decide to stay here today.”

“I guess the seat is still empty, right?”

“Of course.”

Llewelyn left Arba and the mercenaries alone and headed to the Pantheon, thinking that it would be okay to send Hejedia to Lee.

“Wow, I’m nervous. Take some time…”

It was around the time when I walked towards the pantheon, ignoring the God of Dreams’ nervously telling me to wait.

I saw a flower field that had been devastated by the explosion. A flower bed that has been restored to some extent and shows sparse flowers.

There, Llewelyn saw a person coming straight towards her.

The woman was entirely white, which did not suit the uphill road with the warm spring breeze, but she gave off the air of a flower in itself.

Her ears perk up, and her plump tail gently flutters from side to side.

Llewelyn glanced at her sister next to her and stepped forward. She said she wouldn’t interfere.

She belatedly opened her arms and welcomed me.

“Isla!”

“It’s a big deal.”

She was hoping that he might run in and catch her, but she didn’t.

Instead, Isla stopped in front of Llewelyn and her worries were revealed on her face.

Isla said to Llewellyn, who was wondering what on earth was going on.

“Lorian is sick.”

That was a word that Llewelyn could not have expected.