I Became the Wrong Race

198 – Migration (3)

As far as Llewelyn knows, there was no such thing as disease among the three clans.

After all, aren’t the ‘Set’ of the three clans basically a race of immortals?

The shapeshifters do not suffer from illness or even aging due to the changes and activity of their bodies.

Although necromancers were expedient, they did not suffer from illness because they eliminated death.

And blood relatives.

They were a completely new race that was close to being born with immortality and was far from humans.

Unlike the necromancers who were fundamentally dragons and the shapeshifters who were similar to beastmen, they were a new race with no similar species in this land.

So there was no such thing as illness for them. These people don’t even have wound infections, so it’s impossible for them to have a mild disease.

So Llewelyn reacted strangely to Isla’s words

“Lorian?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sick?”

“Yes.”

“That’s nonsense…”

“Lou, don’t you believe me?”

Isla stares at Llewelyn with an expressionless face. Even so, Llewelyn read Isla’s expression her

A slight sense of disappointment.

I was already going to have to have a ‘big story’ sooner or later.

So she had an expression that could not be ignored by Llewelyn, who was brooding.

“No, I believe it. I believe it… “It’s such an absurd story.”

After speaking, I wondered if this would be translated properly, but it was delivered accurately. Isla was staring with her ears pricked.

That expression was, so to speak, an expression that said, ‘But it’s all true.’

It was a phenomenon that was generally incomprehensible.

Lorian, a blood knight who doesn’t get sick, got sick. If that expressionless Isla is saying it’s a big deal, isn’t it quite serious?

‘If… Is it because of a curse?’

That was all Llewelyn could guess.

A ring with the name ‘Skin’ that Llewelyn can’t even remember anymore.

I thought that because of the overlapping effect, she was judged not to be a blood relative even though she was a blood relative, making her susceptible to the disease.

Either way, verification will be necessary. After much thought, Llewelyn opened her mouth.

“Can you tell me the exact symptoms?”

“Do you know something?”

This and that was omitted, but it was also a question of whether I could understand something by just listening to the symptoms.

She omitted the comment that it would be better to bring Orthemilia.

‘It will still be there.’

Thinking like that, Llewelyn turned her head and saw Or Temilia wriggling her eyebrows.

“First… Shouldn’t we listen to the symptoms?”

It didn’t feel like I was taking sides.

It feels like he doesn’t think it’s a problem that needs to be addressed.

Llewelyn thought that Lorian was also her colleague.

“To me, it doesn’t seem like a serious, physical illness.”

She looked back at Isla in confusion at Ortemilia’s next words her her her her.

Is that correct?

Isla perked up her ears and said.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Only then did I realize one thing.

“Lorian’s soul is sick.”

There was no such thing as mental illness in the Middle Ages.

“I think Lorian is going crazy.”

*

Immediately after Ortemilia said that her soul and spirit she was not in her field her her she withdrew with her new assistants, and her older sister left her, saying that she would take care of her affairs her her her her.

Llewelyn and Isla lay down in the flower field together.

Because there was something to talk about.

For example, a story about how she formed a relationship with her older sister and that Isla also wanted to participate in that relationship.

The glance my sister gave Llewelyn before leaving had that meaning.

So Llewellyn couldn’t leave and she stayed. She was thinking about when to bring it up and how to bring it up.

Of course, she had a story to tell before doing so.

“What do you mean Lorian is going crazy?”

As I lay down, Isla’s tail slides under my neck.

When you slightly raise your neck, the tail sits under your neck and acts as a pillow.

As Llewelyn smelled the softness and pleasant smell, she looked blankly at the sky.

“If you go crazy… “Perhaps.”

“It’s not a serious situation yet.”

Isla curled up next to Llewelyn and pricked her ears.

“But I don’t think it’s strange if things get serious at any time.”

“What is it like?”

Isla explained slowly.

The explanation was long, even though Isla was a person of few words, and it was so detailed that it felt vague to be considered a sign of mental illness.

If you listen to it all and think about it slowly, it’s something that makes you wonder if there really is a problem.

But at the time she heard it, Llewelyn thought she might be in some serious trouble.

“… “He’s depressed.”

“Huh. I sit idle on the terrace every day. For hours.”

“Rice… “I won’t eat it.”

It is vague to say that it is a way to check for depression, but it is certain if you do not eat.

However, since they are not a species that eats food in the first place, it cannot be verified in that way.

At least the meal consisted of Llewelyn’s blood.

“What else?”

“Sigh.”

“… “That Lorian?”

When we first met Lorian, she wielded a sword without hesitation even though she was a woman.

Afterwards, he joined Llewellyn because he felt it was necessary, and was always bright and quirky, and also showed his knightly side.

It was far from her sigh. If I was in trouble, I would just smile.

So Llewelyn thought maybe there really was something wrong with her.

“I don’t even talk much. Even when I ask her if she’s okay, she just smiles. Even if Melody talks to me, I just ignore it.”

It’s usually a sign that I’m not okay.

‘Oh, is this really a serious condition?’

That’s the way it is. When you see a kid who is always bright and smiling sigh one day, you think, ‘Oh, you bastard?’

Llewelyn was like that too. Lorian was one of the two people who Llewelyn would never need her mental care.

Since I think this may be a really serious problem, two problems arise.

I missed the opportunity to explain my relationship with my sister, which I was trying to solve and bring up by just passing it over.

And Isla said she wasn’t stupid enough to not notice that Llewelyn was about to say something but she stopped.

Llewelyn faced Isla’s blue-gray eyes facing her.

Her eyes urged her to say it quickly, as if she had something to say.

She was just looking at it in silence, but after she had figured it out to some extent, she could even hear the thought.

Llewelyn was worried. Is it okay for her to speak now without being able to persuade her properly?

The longer I think about it, the more strange Isla becomes and it’s natural for her to have doubts.

Maybe she’s having her thoughts bugged right now, and it’s time for her to be bold rather than cautious…

Llewelyn stopped thinking when she saw Isla’s lips licking.

When she opens her eyes, she sees her lips moving steadily.

‘Now, Isla is on my mind.’

The lips that were moving stop. It was right after she made the shape ‘Are you reading?’

Isla laughed happily.

“Yes.”

“… “Please don’t read it because it’s scary.”

Isla smiled brightly as she lay down at Llewelyn, who was seriously scared.

The necklace around her neck shook her slightly, and Llewellyn felt the touch of her tail brushing the back of her neck, which felt like cold sweat was flowing.

‘As expected, let’s talk next time. If she talks now, I don’t have the confidence to persuade her.’

Llewelyn raised her body, and Isla stretched like a cat.

Unless you’ve already rolled around on the bed with your sister, it’s a seductive posture that’s perfect for dragging you straight to the bedroom.

“Be sure to tell me when you get back. Organize it.”

Isla stood up quickly after stretching, and Llewelyn nodded her head.

Anyway, I was thinking that it would be necessary to meet and talk in person for verification.

Llewelyn got up from the flower bed and headed to the center of the pantheon, the nest.

To be exact, to the terrace of the nest where Lorian is waiting.

*

It was a terrace with a sunset. Llewelyn briefly found Lorian there.

She said she wasn’t running away or avoiding people in the first place.

So finding it itself wasn’t the problem. The problem is that, as Isla said, it doesn’t look that good.

I could see the horizon dyed in scarlet. Perhaps because the nest itself was high, Lorian was resting his chin as he followed Brock flying in the distance.

Phew, the sigh I exhale is deep. A level where Llewelyn, who was trying to approach, stops for a moment.

Lorian glanced beyond his stretching shadow and said.

“Come and sit down. “I have no habit of appointing someone to be my master.”

Llewelyn hesitantly approached and looked at Lorian’s face under the falling sunset.

Unlike his usual bright and easy-going demeanor of her, Lorian now had an attitude that suited his appearance

A sad, noble, yet somewhat fragile impression.

Llewelyn sat on the terrace, looking blankly at Lorian’s profile her his her. The seats were warm, soaked in spring sunlight.

“Did you have a good trip? “It doesn’t leave any scars, so you can’t tell by looking at it.”

“It was a good trip. I gained something, and I had some fun… There was also some harvest.”

“Good.”

The answer felt somewhat blunt, but the voice was not like that.

Llewelyn looked at Lorian curiously, and Llewelyn was staring blankly at her sunset under Llewelyn’s gaze.

He rests his chin on a red prosthetic hand, and has a detached attitude as if he has no interest in the world.

Looking at Lorian like that, Llewelyn felt a sense of discomfort that she didn’t know why.

Rather than saying I’m not really interested in something, it feels like I’m trying to pretend I’m not interested and maintain the attitude that I’m not interested.

And Llewelyn’s intuition was never wrong.

“I am…”

Lorian spits out a word and stops. She became quiet as if she had never opened her mouth.

Llewelyn did not press Lorian for an answer, and Lorian quickly lowered her eyes, perhaps because she was getting nervous.

“Say something. “You didn’t come just to see my face.”

When she remains silent, she shows impatience. Lorian rested her chin and trembled slightly with her legs.

“Isn’t there some business or something you need to do? If you have a command from me…”

“Are you okay?”

Lorian pauses. Her red eyes shook slightly

It was a moment when the sense of discomfort became clear.

Lorian.

She was up to something so everyone could tell she was in trouble, but she didn’t give the impression that she was very blunt towards Melody or Isla.

However, when she faced Llewellyn, she maintained a blunt attitude.

She pretends not to be interested and tells him to finish her business quickly.

If it was like before, we would joke around or talk about small things.

Otherwise, I would have boasted or been honestly happy about the harvest that Llewellyn had achieved.

I didn’t. Llewellyn felt a great sense of discomfort there.

“Is something wrong? Or did I do something wrong?”

It may sound like a harsh tone, but Llewelyn had know-how.

A voice with a hint of sadness coupled with a pitiful expression was enough. Because this didn’t work for my older sister, it also worked for her classmate.

Sure enough, Lorian shook her shoulder hard at Llewelyn’s appearance and her tone of voice and bit her lip.

He is clearly chewing and swallowing guilt. She looked at Llewelyn with deep conflict in her eyes and clenched her fists.

“No, no. Just…”

Lorian slurred his words and let out a breath that was close to a sigh.

She hesitated greatly and then faced Llewelyn.

When their eyes met, Lorian spoke after a long hesitation.

“… “My period started a while ago.”

That was, once again, a word that Llewellyn had never expected.