I Became the Wrong Race

203 – Traffic Control (4)

The morning dawned.

And Llewelyn twisted her body, thinking that it was rare for her to wake up.

I twisted her body around and moaned while enjoying the soft touch of her skin.

Before long, the owner of that softness was looking at Llewellyn with wide, clear, contradictory eyes.

“My back hurts.”

A woman with her ears hanging down and her tail hanging down as well.

Her throat was hoarse and her eyes were swollen. She seemed to have shed tears, which was natural since she cried like that in her bedroom.

He bumps his fist against her chest as if blaming her, and you can feel her affection her her deeply even in that action.

Llewelyn stroked the head of Isla, who was wearing a red fruit-shaped pendant.

“I can’t walk.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you okay. It’s because I love you.”

Isla spoke calmly but frowned slightly.

Llewelyn looked at her snow leopard tilting her head.

“You love me, right?”

It’s something a person with dependence would normally say, but Llewelyn wasn’t even worried.

Isla closed her eyes and accepted the kiss as if she was waiting as Llewelyn cupped her face and brought her lips close.

Llewelyn brushed her lips against hers, and she mixed her tongue with hers, feeling a soft moan as if her neck she was resting.

As they parted from their sticky kiss, Isla was breathing heavily, her hands draped over both of her Llewelyn’s hands.

Because of this, there was no need for an answer. Isla expressed her affection by nuzzling her head against Llewelyn’s her forearm her her her, and Llewelyn watched her her her her tail her her her her wrap around her her wrist her her her, then glanced at her when he felt her affection her her from behind her. Rolled his eyes

“Sejin, did you sleep well?”

A woman smiles softly from a distance so close that the bridge of her nose touches her.

She was her older sister and lover, and she was also the mother of my future child.

Llewellyn bowed her head and pressed her lips to her lover of the same blood.

Her sister’s kiss was still awkward, but there was satisfaction in her act itself.

She thought that no one would say anything even if she did something like a lover without hesitation with her beloved older sister.

And because of the fact that incest is considered a crime in the Earth where she originally lived.

Llewellyn let go of her sister after kissing her longer and deeper than she had with Isla.

Her her older sister’s body her her her her trembled with a melted face from her younger brother’s her deep, deep kiss her her her.

Llewelyn looked into her eyes and smiled slightly.

“No. “It’s morning.”

“… Can’t you do just a little bit? “I’ll just add the end.”

Isn’t that what a man would say? Llewelyn was dumbfounded and laughed, but she shook her head because she knew she couldn’t stand it.

My sister probably knew that and said it. Lucilla wiggled her legs at her brother’s cold attitude.

It was clear that she thought such buried references were cool, but Le Welin tried not to care.

It wouldn’t be good if my sister’s perception she got worse than this. Even if my sister actually wants that.

“Carry me on your back.”

“Okay. First, put on your clothes.”

When Llewelyn woke up, neither Lucilla nor Isla could stay still.

Lucilla and Isla immediately changed direction, took out their clothes, and put them on with a whimper.

“Ugh, it’s bitter.”

“I guess it’s because I did it too much. “There is no medicine to take.”

“At least apply saliva.”

“… Then I can’t because I don’t think I can bear it. Reference particle. Huh?”

Lucilla is a homunculus, so there is no fatigue, no wounds, or any of her subordinates left on her body.

So she took out clothes similar to what she usually wears and helped Isla put them on.

Le Welin looked at this sheepishly as she pulled out her long shirt and leather pants.

“Stuffy. Please loosen up a little.”

“Well, it’s big.”

“Lucilla is also big.”

“I ate well when I was young and grew up…” ” . “Like this?”

“Yes, about this much. Thank you.”

They dress and take care of each other, and play with each other’s breasts.

It was similar to what I usually find cute, but there was a little difference.

Isla tilted her head as if to express her gratitude, and the way her lips overlapped was different from usual.

It was a light kiss, but it was a scene that reminded me of what happened yesterday.

Llewelyn barely managed to focus his attention on his her lower body her her, and the kiss was barely two steps away from her.

‘Our relationship has improved tremendously.’

Llewelyn thought as she put on her shirt

Of course, the relationship between Lucilla and Isla wasn’t particularly bad before, but it felt like their relationship had improved greatly starting yesterday.

It wasn’t a bad thing. It was a good thing.

What Llewell Lin knows, she said that in real life, most people who set up harems end up in disaster or experience hell due to poor relationships between women.

It was better to have a good relationship than to have a bad relationship or to be indifferent.

We can support each other while Llewelyn is away, and we can help each other with childcare and other things in the future.

So, if there was a problem, it was on the other side, not those two.

“Our Sejin. What’s going on?”

“Sigh?”

What the two women ask one after another. Llewelyn scratched the back of her neck and confessed.

“I was wondering how to persuade Melody.”

“… Ah.”

My older sister exclaimed as if she was convinced. Llewelyn sighed again.

And she deserved it.

All Lorian had to do was deliver it.

Valterok will be happy, and Ortemilia will act as if it is a problem, as the three clans lack morals and discipline.

The problem was the melody.

It is common sense and bound by ethics that exist in this world.

She is also a woman so wise that no foolish persuasion will work.

Lucilla also knew that well.

“Can’t I just say it?”

“The melody won’t be that persuasive.”

“Why?”

“Melody is smart and learned.”

Duelist was considered one of the ‘most difficult professions’ when looking at the setting alone, excluding the problems experienced during actual game play.

In addition to years of training, you had to have talent, and situational judgment and combat sense were also important.

That’s not all, dueling scholar was the profession that required the most ‘knowledge’ among bards.

It was different from bards, who were mostly seen as wanderers or wanderers.

In fact, it was necessary to study and graduate from a dueling school that provided university-level education, and as a result, duelist scholars, including Melody, rivaled or even surpassed wizards in terms of knowledge.

Wizards tend to lack knowledge in areas other than magic, but they are not duelists.

“I am an uneducated person, so it is difficult to persuade an educated person with words.”

“What if I appeal to emotions?”

“You know it’s going to be hard for you too. The melody…”

“… Ugh, right.”

Lucilla sighs and wears a corset.

Melody was a formidable woman, so much so that she withdrew her opinion in those simple words.

Although she was deeply infatuated with Llewelyn and always seemed like an odd person, Melody was not that kind of person.

The downfall and destruction of the Dueling School was not due to the power of Lucilla, also known as Annihilation, but rather to Melody’s plan that had been built up over a long period of time.

Thanks to this, the empire had no choice but to watch as the Dueling School collapsed, and even after that, it was unable to use the Golden Oriole as a high-traitor.

How to logically persuade such a person to join the harem?

Llewelyn wasn’t confident about that.

“You don’t know until you try.”

“No, that’s right.”

“I trust Lou.”

“Even if you say that…”

“Because it’s something only Lu can do. “I wouldn’t be able to do it if it weren’t for Lu.”

“That’s also true…”

Isla, who was cheering in the middle of the day, pursed her lips and gave a look asking what to do, so Llewelyn decided to avoid the rare problem in the end.

“Let’s think about it some more. Please help me and Isla too. “I tell you what comes to mind.”

“I understand.”

“Yes, if something comes to mind, I’ll tell you.”

A brightly smiling sister and a snow leopard expressionlessly clenching her fists and riding on Lucilla’s back her her her her.

Llewelyn looked at the two and sighed.

“Then today-“

Today, let’s look at the migration progress scale, receive a report from Liehejedia, and take the slightly damaged black armor to the ‘cradle’ for repairs.

Llewelyn, who was about to say that, suddenly became shocked and stiffened.

Likewise, Lucilla froze and rolled her eyes toward the wall, and Isla, who was on her back, opened her eyes and looked somewhere inside her.

The three of them felt something in different ways.

With the sixth sense that Isla gained through her level of transformation.

Thanks to the outstanding magical power of Lucilla’s magical eyes flowing through my body.

Llewellyn is a sense gained from handling the divinity and anti-magic power flowing through my body.

She left the nest and felt a magical energy echoing from far to the east.

It was a very familiar type of magic.

Magical power that rides the melody, cuts through the air, and flows through the wind.

Duelist’s magic.

‘Melody… ?’

But why magic all of a sudden?

It wasn’t an amount of magic power that could be easily overcome. A signal that clearly indicates that something is going on.

Llewellyn made eye contact with the other two and ran.

The thought that something might have happened again accelerates my body. With each pulse, the divinity within her body spread throughout her body her, and Llewelyn ran toward her her destiny her her her.

She had just vowed not to lose any more. With a stern expression, Llewelyn drew a horizontal line in the air and added a vertical line to create a cluster of stars.

A sword of blue light that shines brightly and reveals itself.

Llewelyn ran to her landing her with such a sword and was about to mount a startled Brock after eating her feed her.

“Llewelyn?!”

There was already a person riding on Brock.

Blonde hair flutters, and surprise appears under closed eyes.

“Melody?”

I feel magical power. The magical power that created the magic was still fluctuating.

However, in front of Melody, Llewellyn realized that the magical power was created by someone else than Melody.

Outside the nest.

Farther than the pantheon.

Beyond the place where the barrier is located, the point where Ortemilia said that it would be a good idea to build a city from there.

It felt beyond that.

Not just any magic power, but the magic power of a duelist.

Llewellyn made eye contact with Melody and climbed on top of Brock.

*

Arba frowned and grabbed her axe.

Her subordinates were scattered around her.

To be exact, he was lying on the floor with marks of being beaten all over his body.

Normally, the right thing to do would have been to vow to avenge her and step forward and swing her ax, but she didn’t do that.

Rather, she was in agony, shedding a cold sweat.

Should she turn back and send her men to Manshinjeon and request reinforcements, or should she retreat on her own?

His honor as a knight forced him to do the former, but his time as the city’s master spoke that the latter was a reasonable option.

If she escapes, she will be able to get back before all of her subordinates her her fall her thanks to her excellent physical abilities her as a beast and knight.

If she stayed here, it seemed like someone would be crippled or die.

It was worth it. She was nervous and broke into a cold sweat inside her helmet.

All of her men she fell with one sword

One attack per person.

It was an accurate, quick, and heavy sword strike.

Because it was a sword, she was not cut to death, but many of her subordinates suffered from broken bones.

Most of them seemed to be in so much pain that they couldn’t get up. The same was true for warriors who experienced all kinds of battlefields.

That meant that the swordsmanship of that little b*tch was formidable.

Of course, what caught her eye the most was the person standing behind it.

“How dare you turn a blind eye to me?!”

Boom, dust spread along the raised single-edged sword. The magic power mixed through the dust envelopes the girl.

The single-edged sword did not have a large curvature, but it had a thick blade and was heavy.

The length was longer than the girl’s height, and the weight at the end of her handle was as big as the girl’s hand.

With normal strength, the sword gets tired after swinging it six times.

A sword that would cause a girl to lose balance and fall as soon as she swings it.

However, the heavy greatsword had already swung dozens of times and defeated all of Arva’s men

It was a northern sword commonly called ‘shield splitter’ in the empire.

It was an effective weapon that was incorporated into the Empire as an official unit after the war with the North.

A sword that was first used by an overwhelming powerhouse in the North and became popular throughout the North and the Empire.

The girl swung that sword with her her whole body her her her.

Her right foot she stepped forward. Her proudly outstretched feet are a trick.

Arva pointed her ax head forward and took half a step back.

It’s actually the left foot her her her her. Arva saw her waist, knees, shoulders and thoracic spine rotating around her hind feet.

The dust cracked. The sword strike left the wind and light behind and drew a straight line.

An attack aimed at Arva’s head wearing her helmet.

Because it is a ‘shield splitting’ attack, if Arva is hit while she is defenseless, she could die.

That meant two things.

One is that Arba’s attitude is so disrespectful that he feels bad.

And another thing is the confidence and analysis that Arba will not die even if she is hit by it.

Arba reflexively raised her ax and swung it. She displayed superhuman strength in the body of a beast nearly 2 meters tall.

Jeaeaeaeaeaeaeang!

The exchanged attacks were marked with clear results.

Arba’s body trembled, and her posture collapsed as she was unable to relieve the heavy attack.

Her her feet her her her dragged back, and a suppressed moan escaped her teeth her.

It’s heavy. The girl twisted her body and swung her sword while biting as if she didn’t really mean it.

Dangerous. I can’t stop this. The moment when the muscles of her entire body she were ready to swell at the thought.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind cracking.

The girl twists her body brilliantly and retracts the sword she was trying to swing. The cracked dust rose in a puff, and a long blue line was drawn toward the spot where the girl and Arba retreated.

It was only a moment, but the sound could not keep up with the sword strike.

Quaa aa!

A loud noise erupts. The girl clicked her tongue and pulled back, and Arva let out a harsh breath as she felt her throbbing wrist.

The dust split into a blue line like a line drawn from the sky.

The dust that was cut in half clears, and the man standing there appears.

“Llewellyn…”

A man wearing black armor and a red cape that shows traces of a fierce battle.

In her right hand, there was a burning blue light like a sword.

No matter who sees it, it looks unusual. The little girl in her arms she was worthless. That’s usually the case.

That’s why Arba called Llewelyn without even paying attention to the girl.

“You.”

A cold voice was heard.

It was the voice of a nervous girl. An imperial accent recited in an aristocratic tone.

Anger overwrites the nervousness that was even on his face

It was around the time when Arva was puzzled by the sudden change.

“Seol, Ma?”

Melody, held in Llewelyn’s arms her her, limped her words as if she was embarrassed. The girl shouted as if she was convinced when she heard that voice.

“Melody!”

The girl suddenly erected the dog ears that stood out on her nearly white hair, and her black eyes burned with hatred.

Only then did Arva see Melody in Llewelyn’s arms.

She closed her eyes, showing relatively little emotion, but she was clearly embarrassed and shocked.

“Ma, Maya…” ” ?”

A dog beast named Maya picks up a sword without hesitation. A great sword that is bigger than my body and therefore feels strange.

Growling with hatred, wanting to strike down the sword at any moment and tear the melody to shreds.

She took an aggressive stance. The blade is tilted sharply to the upper left. Posture with the waist held high.

The moment when Llewelyn saw that, she gathered a bunch of stars to respond.

“The sword is mixed with random thoughts.”

I heard words. Although it is a voice that does not have any magical power, it is a powerful voice that captivates the audience.

“I can’t use it. “Not politely.”

Faster than Llewelyn could aim her sword as she lowered her melody, something broke through the thick dust and blocked her sword.

It was a sword similar to the one the girl was holding, but a little older and showing signs of use.

However, what makes the difference more than anything else is the volume of the being holding the sword.

It was Llewelyn’s first time seeing a ‘human’ bigger than herself, so she opened her mouth wide without realizing it.

“… “Teacher.”

A giant with black, curly hair and black eyes.

Someone who didn’t leave a sound until the moment they approached, but when they revealed themselves, they appeared with a clear, breathtaking presence.

A giant who silences even the girl who was bursting with anger just a moment ago.

It was a face that Arva and Llewellyn could not help but recognize. Even Melody, who had no eyesight, did the same.

As silence surrounded the space, the sky split as if she had been waiting.

Space is distorted by the action of strong anti-magic power. The once clear sky is momentarily darkened and distorted.

Before I knew it, Geohan had raised her head and was looking at the sky.

“And it’s been a while, Walterok.”

From the distorted sky, the black god of death fell with a pressure that seemed to shatter space.

As the trees and other objects were caught in the air, the strongest black knight looked at the giant who spoke friendly words to him.

“Okay, it’s been 20 years.”

A solemn, downcast voice. The giant raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and Bal Terok muttered disapprovingly.

“Sword Saint.”

Llewelyn faced the man whom every warrior admired on the continent.