I Became the Wrong Race

205 – Sword Saint Association (2)

“Maya… “I was a duelist.”

Geomseong’s request for relocation could not be ignored. Llewellyn said she would think about it, and she gave permission to set up camp for a while and warm up the journey.

The people of the Sword Saint Association set up a camp on the uphill road to the mouth of the mountain.

In front of the people of Arba, there is an ambiguous distance that could cut off the uvula at any time by extending the sword.

Llewellyn frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

Even though she knew she wouldn’t, she did. Isn’t the opponent the Sword Master and his disciples?

The most dangerous minority group on the continent.

These were people we should be wary of. To use a metaphor, it was a wild beast.

It’s also a beast whose true intentions are unknown and conversations cannot be established.

‘Though we had to communicate.’

Can that really be called a conversation?

Geomseong is a person who can communicate well and speaks rationally.

She It was a being that felt very different from humans.

He was a being that could not be described as free-spirited or self-indulgent.

He was a man who made it his career to cut down humans and kill monsters his entire life, and rose to the position of a sword master.

It was even more problematic because it was not done out of hatred, revenge, or other such emotions, but simply out of a desire to win and improve.

Ordinary people, no matter how much they want to grow or feel a sense of victory, do not cut down people who are over 100 people in one sitting.

Because that is possible, he is a swordsman. An extremely dangerous being.

Llewelyn was lost in thought, and when she noticed the silence, she threw up her hand.

“I’m listening. Continue.”

Melody held out her hand with a nervous expression and said.

As Llewelyn listened, she also thought.

What did Geomsung really want that brought him here?

Walterok had a clear purpose. He wanted to raise Llewelyn.

He wanted to recreate the gods and rebuild the pantheon. For him, a golem, it became a clear principle of action.

But what about Geomseong?

Llewelyn didn’t know. Why did Geomseong come, and what is his goal?

Since she didn’t even know what she wanted from Llewelyn, she couldn’t rush forward.

There is no guarantee that you will get good results just because you step up.

Regardless of Llewelyn’s thoughts, Melody spoke.

It was not an honest confession. Lucilla had already heard of it.

“Unlike me, Maya was born and raised in the dueling school and came from a prestigious family.”

“Didn’t you say that Melody was born and raised there?”

“I was born and raised, but I was not from a prestigious family.”

A melody that sweeps my forearm with a slightly gloomy look.

Lucilla watched the melody quietly, then walked up to her and put her arm around her shoulder.

Perhaps because of the difference in her height of her, it seemed like her older sister her her her she was taking care of her younger brother her her her.

‘Her younger brother is me.’

Llewelyn felt her slight jealousy but did not show it, and her melody let her shoulders droop against her warm and grateful body. “

“I wasn’t treated well even with empty words. Maya was the opposite. Maya was a promising candidate.”

Prospect. But Llewelyn had never even heard of her name.

Even if she chose the option of attacking the duel school, it seemed like she had no chance to fight.

“It’s an unfamiliar name for a promising player. “I’ve never heard of it.”

Melody smiled shyly at Laurian’s words as she rested her chin.

“He wasn’t a promising prospect for the three clans to care about. It’s stagnant and rotting inside, but it’s still promising even within the dueling school that has been floundering in its own way… Because I was still young.”

Melody evaluated Maya like that. She is someone who has potential but is still young.

“Surely. “The sword strike was quite sharp.”

But her talent and potential seemed clear. It was clear that Lorian valued her so highly.

“The mere fact that the Sword Saint took me as his disciple proved it. “I didn’t expect it.”

Looking at Melody smiling bitterly, Llewelyn sighed in worry.

“How are you alive? “That person named Maya.”

“When we took down the Dueling School, they had already escaped.”

Lucilla’s words. Llewellyn listened to her sister.

“The same goes for the Dueling School wizard I fought with a while ago. When the Dueling School collapsed, many people ran away. “This is my first time hearing about Maya.”

It meant that it was something the melody had never said before. But Llewelyn did not rebuke Melody.

No one did that.

It wasn’t like there was a problem, it was just something that was hurtful so I didn’t say anything.

It would be more accurate to say that she kept quiet rather than deceived. So Llewelyn tilted her chair and snapped her fingers.

“Did you bother the melody?”

“… Yes?”

“Did you say Maya? Did that dog, the beast, harass Melody?”

Melody thought for a moment and then shook her head.

“I don’t mean to be patronizing, so don’t worry. Really… Maya wasn’t really interested in me. On the contrary, I would spit out harsh words, saying that the people who were harassing me were pouring their energy into base and useless things.”

She would have grown and said with an overbearing expression, as if she was upset.

As Llewelyn thought of the little beastman, she thought it might be possible. In fact, she was pretty good at imagining it in her head.

“But now I want revenge.”

“Yes. Is it so. “It’s not strange.”

“What do you want to do?”

Melody didn’t answer. Instead, Llewellyn suddenly saw Eshaterna standing next to him.

If you want it, it will be over in an instant.

I don’t know if it’s necessary, but it wasn’t Llewelyn who judged that.

“… “If something happens, I want to solve it on my own.”

After speaking, silence falls.

The meaning was obvious.

A fight for life and death, a life and death decision.

In the end, either she dies or the other person dies.

A request not to intervene. Although it is unlikely, it was a request that even if he died, he would be sent with tears, sadness, and mourning.

It was literally a request to leave it alone.

Of course, there was no answer that followed.

No one can neglect the death of a close person, a loved one, a long-time colleague, or even a family member.

Also, considering the problems that would arise even if we did not neglect it, it was difficult to take action or not to take action.

Especially because she knew very well that it was difficult.

The opponent is the Sword Saint Association, and if a dispute arises, it will not be mediation, but war.

And if that happens, the damage will be enormous. There was a high possibility that Llewelyn would regret choosing to settle things as well.

While Llewelyn was thinking, she said.

“I don’t like it.”

“Thanks… Oh, uh, yes?”

A melody that makes you freeze while trying to express your gratitude hastily.

Llewellyn crossed her arms and looked at the frozen girl.

The girl lost both eyes. In the distant past, she even lost her wings and had no symbol to reveal that she was a bird.

A wingless bird beast. How is it any different from a dog without a tail, ears, or sense of smell?

Losing a body part was not something that could simply be overlooked. Nui and he are said to be homunculi and regenerate.

Humans are not like that. Llewelyn didn’t like Melody standing here and looking at what others thought even after losing so much.

“I don’t like that the proud melody is being treated like this, and I don’t like the fact that that unlucky b*tch is acting like a bastard.”

Even the continuous use of profanity that is not often used in the presence of one’s sister.

Lucilla opened her eyes wide in rare surprise, and Llewelyn spoke calmly while feeling his sister’s gaze at her.

“I don’t want to see people who like me just suck their fingers when they say they’re going to fall, but I also don’t want to see people who like me despair thinking, ‘Everything is ruined because of me. ‘”

It could happen either way. Since there are only two options, it feels like an inevitability that we have no choice but to face.

Llewelyn rejected such inevitability.

“Then… What are you going to do?”

But refusing is not the answer. Rejecting the inevitability and throwing a tantrum by yelling, crying, and seeing what is coming is something a child would do.

Although Llewellyn was often childish and often infantile, she was not really an infant.

Rather, Llewelyn knew her subject and was dignified.

The cheerful and simple act that I started to not make my older sister worry had already become part of her body.

“Maya will want revenge, and I can’t stop it…”

It was not that Geomseong denied revenge. On the contrary, she said that it is natural for a swordsman to take revenge, and that getting caught and dying is not a common occurrence.

Would you say he is truly a monster who has killed people to improve his sword skills?

Melody’s only choice is to kill Maya to avoid being murdered.

Other than that, the only other people can choose is to kill Maya or sabotage her before that.

Either choice produces results just as bad as not choosing one.

It was a point where Melody found out and became depressed.

Llewellyn quietly opened her mouth and put her solution into her mouth.

“Maya went from a duelist scholar to a member of the Sword Saint Association and a swordsman.”

When Melody turned her head at the sudden words, Llewelyn silently faced all senses except Melody’s gaze upon her.

“So, the foundation will be dueling scholars. The reason I felt uncomfortable and rushed out was because of the duelist’s unique magical power.”

There was no melody. There were no songs or speeches.

But Llewelyn guessed it to some extent through the melody and what she experienced and saw in the game.

Duelists are the most unique type of bard.

They adorn themselves, prove themselves, and sing through duels.

It didn’t matter how you sang.

“The Maya’s duelist magic is seen as harsh and condemnatory.”

“How… ?”

“That’s not important. “It is important that Maya is not a swordsman at all, as she is obsessed with revenge, obsessed with Melody, and still uses the skills of a duelist.”

Words that are logical but make you tilt your head. As Melody twitched the corners of her eyes in confusion, Llewelyn said.

“And Melody is a duelist. Maya is like that too.”

Llewelyn was confident.

Although she didn’t experience Maya for long, she learned about it through Melody’s testimony and what she saw and experienced firsthand.

“This is not a conflict between the Pantheon and the Sword Saint Society, nor a bloody revenge drama between two former dueling schools… It could be a place where two duelists tune in and sing.”

She would rather be a duelist than a swordsman.

Melody listened to those words in silence and eventually tilted her head.

“… “Isn’t that ultimately the same thing I was trying to say?”

In the end, Melody and Maya fight. She said that because it felt like that fact had not changed.

Llewelyn laughed.

“You will know it when you see it.”

With his confident attitude, Llewelyn took Melody with him and headed to the Sword Saint Association.

She thought that there was no way the Sword Saint she knew would ever reject this offer.