I Became the Wrong Race

199 – Migration (4)

PMS.

Also called premenstrual syndrome, it was something Llewelyn was very familiar with.

This is true even if it is not verbalized. If there were many female members in the family, it was something that had no choice but to learn and embody through experience.

Llewelyn was like that too. Because he lived with his sister his whole life his his, and he was a person who understood women through his sister

Even though a lot of things have changed in that relationship and they are now lovers.

At one time, Llewelyn tried not to disobey her sister.

There were days when the attempt became especially important.

The day when Yoon Se-ah gets her period.

And it was shortly before her period began.

Llewellyn lamented that she had only just remembered it.

‘The persimmons are all dead. Well, it’s been a few years since I haven’t lived with my sister, so it’s only natural.’

Lorian seemed puzzled by the fact that there was no reaction even though he revealed the truth.

I could see it just by looking at Llewellyn’s expression as he blinked his red ruby eyes of hers.

In fact, the faintly hidden irritation and stress underneath that expression was clearly visible, pushing Llewelyn deeper into silence.

PMS, menstruation.

From his knowledge as Llewelyn and her Yoon Se-jin, most women who entered that period tended to show a common reaction.

In addition to stress reactions, sensitive nerves, uncontrollable emotions and hysterical reactions, increased sensitivity and even mild symptoms of depression.

In the eyes of an outsider, a woman at that time seemed like a person who would wonder, ‘Why is she acting like that all of a sudden?’

That also applied to Yoon Se-ah, who, from Llewelyn’s narrow perspective, was the most caring and kind woman.

Le Welin was lost in her sentiments as she recalled that time.

She sheds a few tears and cries even when she watches a slightly sad movie.

When you hug him, he doesn’t fall for a while, and when he tries to fall, he hangs on.

I remember thinking that it would be like this if I had a younger sister instead of an older sister.

Of course, Llewellyn did not think that her sister was displaying ‘all the reactions of a woman during her period.’

So, it wouldn’t be strange if there was a type of PMS that Llewellyn didn’t know about.

Even so, Llewellyn was not under the illusion that Lorian’s situation was serious.

Rather, so to speak.

This was natural.

I can’t say there aren’t some unexpected aspects to her though.

“Menstruation. So even now?”

“I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed.”

With a slightly distressed expression, Lorian spoke.

“Yes, it is still like that. It’s controlled with blood magic so it doesn’t flow…”

Well, blood is blood. It’s because it’s a slightly different blood.

Llewelyn was simply convinced and looked at the distant horizon.

The sun sets. And when the time comes, the sun will rise.

The moon will pass by embroidering the spot where the sun has set, and the spreading halo will dye the sky black.

It is a natural principle and law.

The same goes for menstruation in women of appropriate age. Llewelyn realized her new logic and looked blankly at the sunset next to Lorian.

Brock was flying above it. He was the first resident of the ‘nest’, returning to the pantheon when he was hungry and getting food from people.

It was a monster that clearly went beyond reason and had an unusual appearance.

At the same time, he was a being with enough intelligence to be loyal to his blood relatives, Lorian, and his friends.

But that monster was not blindly loyal.

If they try to harm you, they will run away.

If you are attacked by evil, you will counterattack, and at times, you will cleverly hide and repeatedly attack.

Is Lorian like that too?

As Llewellyn thought that, she glanced at the side of Lorian’s face.

Lorian is in a bad mood because of her menstruation and looks at the sunset with a slight frown on her face.

She sometimes rolled her red eyes at Llewellyn and withdrew in horror.

Brock and Lorian were actually in the same situation.

Just as Brock is a monster created by mixing several living things.

Lorian was a being created by mixing blood relatives and ‘women’.

An unprecedented, unprecedented existence.

Although her body was a blood relative, she was a woman, and because she was a woman, she menstruated and felt menstrual pain.

Is that all she is? Just as women’s hormones surge when they menstruate, causing emotional turmoil, Lorian was also shaken.

I could tell her her fluctuating emotions just by looking at them.

Llewelyn didn’t know how to deal with Lorian like that.

Because she could vaguely guess the changes that coming closer to becoming a woman would bring.

She is both a woman and a blood relative.

Influenced by her father’s fascination.

At the same time, she is conscious of her boyfriend, Llewelyn.

How will those two things create synergy?

Llewelyn sat blankly for a moment, thinking and scratching her head.

“Lorian.”

“… Well, say it.”

“Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere in your body?”

“A little.”

Lorian, who was a blood knight and was accustomed to pain, said that it was a little painful, but he meant that it was very painful.

Llewellyn sympathized with Lorian for a moment.

“Ask Orthemilia to make some medicine. “This time, I’m going to bring a lot of assistants and ask for your help.”

“Wouldn’t this be troublesome for Ortemilia? If you just endure it…”

“Don’t try to hold back too much. “Hold on and put it to good use.”

If you think about it, it’s not entirely Llewelyn’s fault.

To some extent, it was Llewelyn’s fault.

Because she chased Llewelyn and broke her skin, Lorian became a woman, and since she followed Llewelyn around, she was unable to resolve her curse her.

Of course, she was doing this because there was no way to resolve the curse, but Llewelyn didn’t know that.

So he rarely felt indebted.

“I want you to live happily too.”

Lorian opened her eyes wide, and Llewelyn looked at Lorian out of the corner of her eye.

“In that sense… “I wasn’t sure I needed your loyalty.”

Because Lorian was on his her period her her her, his soft heart her her was hurt and torn apart.

“It’s not because I’m asking you to do something you can’t do without loyalty, and it’s not because I want you to do that.”

A word added as if it were a misunderstanding. As Lorian looked at her with her intimidated eyes, Llewelyn laughed at her wit.

“I just… ” I just want you to act naturally, take care of yourself, and be happier.”

This is an extremely ambiguous statement. As Lorian tilted her head, Llewelyn scratched her head awkwardly.

“If there is anything I can do for you, please tell me.”

What women need during that time is unconditional comfort and support. Llewelyn knew that from her sister, and she applied the same to Lorian.

No matter how much less of a woman she is, Lorian is also a woman.

I sensed her sincerity in the casual way she spoke.

I feel like if I really ask for anything, I will do it.

So Lorian hesitated greatly. Because there was something that came to mind.

And before Lorian could say those words, Llewelyn spoke in passing.

“It’s a bit of a new story, though.”

“… Hmm?”

“I think it would be easier for you to talk… “I’m saying this because I feel like it needs to be revealed.”

Llewellyn dwells in Lorian’s red eyes. A man who is a little shy.

He cleared his throat.

“I, he, and my sister had a physical relationship this time… “I decided.”

A new confession. As Lorian widened her eyes, Llewelyn continued.

“I plan to make both my older sister and Isla, who are already in a relationship, lovers…”

After speaking, I sigh because I feel like trash.

This was true even though she deliberately chose vocabulary. How do I reveal this to Melody? What should I say to Isla?

Although Llewelyn was conflicted, she sighed again.

“After talking about it, I feel like trash. Would it be better to choose more vocabulary?”

Lorian did not answer. Llewelyn turned her head to find her loyal blood knight, who was extremely quiet, and came face to face with Lorian, who had stiffened.

“… Lorian?”

Lorian felt sick.

‘Can I tell you?’

Lorian hesitated and hesitated again.

‘It’s just verification, so wouldn’t it be okay?’

She wiggled her hands, and her red eyes dimmed.

‘Luwell Lin doesn’t seem to care either, so wouldn’t it be better to at least say something to her?’

After a long period of hesitation, it was the touch that struck me.

Lorian’s shoulders her her trembled violently, and she barely managed to keep her expression from softening as her fingertips her brushed against her her cheek her her her.

“Are you okay?”

“… Then, it’s okay.”

Lorian desperately managed his her expression her her her her. She stood up and smiled, pressing the side of her head against the blowing wind.

“No, actually, it’s not that good. It’ll be okay. Llewelyn, hearing you say this makes me feel… It appears to be temporary.”

Lorian is not stupid. Although she prefers simple solutions and has a naive side.

Lorian’s intellectual ability was far above average.

She recognized her symptoms from the comfort in Llewellyn’s voice and the vocabulary that took into account the psychological damage to her.

That’s why I stood up even though my decision was only a temporary measure and would not actually lead to a solution.

“I’m in charge of Huey’s walk today. “I’ll just go.”

Lorian gets up and leaves without Llewelyn able to catch her.

Llewellyn felt as if she urgently was running away.

‘… Is it really that shocking? No, it is like that.’

It was too late to realize. Although it may be wrong.

So Llewelyn watched the sunset from the terrace for a while.

Even in the spring that came, only sighs spread white.

*

Lucilla walked confidently.

Night had already come and the nest was deserted, and there weren’t many residents to begin with.

So she walked in a thin pair of clothes.

Even if we were to meet them anyway, it would be Esha Terna, Lorian, Melody Ortemili or Isla.

Since she was the same woman, it wouldn’t be a problem if she was seen wearing skimpy clothes.

Rather, you should not delay worrying about such things. Lucilla walked quickly and without hesitation toward her bathroom.

The bathroom door was closed as if it was already in use.

But no matter what the door is, it cannot get in her way.

Even if this door was made of metal, Lucilla was able to open it.

She opened the closed door without hesitation and went inside.

“Sejin! With my sister-“

Lu Sila, who opened her mouth with a bright smile, froze as she smiled.

Since she had come a long way, she felt that Llewelyn, who was ‘of modern origin,’ had no reason to miss her bath.

And the calculation was correct, as Lucilla wanted to spend intimate time with her sister, who was her lover and her sister.

She seriously believed that no one would interfere.

In reality, it was like that to some extent.

There were two main things she overlooked.

One thing is that Lucilla did not take action for a while due to her grief over the loss of her relative.

Another thing was that she was worried that her negligence might have hurt her.

Lucilla’s smiling face froze and she looked at her bathroom.

A huge bathhouse with a Roman feel.

Llewellyn sits in the bath and smiles with an awkward face.

“Uh, sister. That is…”

And she is a woman sitting next to him and pricking her ears.

Her blue-gray eyes peered through her drenched, water-soaked hair.

“… Isla.”

The snow leopard whose name she was called put her hands together, and Lucilla opened her mouth coldly, with light shining in her eyes.

“What are you doing here now?”

And her mouth which had been opened, was closed again.

The moment Isla squeezed her gathered hands, water flew out of her hands like arrows and wet Lucilla’s face her her.

Of course, Lucilla closed her eyes tightly and splashed water on her face.

As the pleasantly hot water flowed down her face, Lucilla remembered something she had once heard.

The virtue of a hunter is not only his accuracy, but also the patience to aim for the moment when the prey is most vulnerable.

And Isla was a good hunter, her snow leopard said with an expressionless face as she shot her water gun.

“Let’s wash together.”

Her her tail her her swishing from side to side, Llewellyn smiled awkwardly at her older sister her her her, who gave her a pointed look.

Her siblings she knew. In the end, she said, she had no choice but to be together.

Before long, the water was sloshing with new guests.