I Became the Wrong Race

210 – God of the Night (1)

“By wife, do you mean the god of the night?”

Llewelyn was embarrassed but spoke calmly.

It would be embarrassing if there was a misunderstanding, maybe Llewelyn doesn’t know and the God of Dreams may have more than one wife.

So Llewelyn asked, and the God of Dreams gave a glimpse of a bitter smile. Even though it was a woman’s head, it had clear emotional lines.

“Yes, the god of the night… My wife… “My other half.”

It was not an expression used with romantic intent.

She had remembered saying something like that about the God of Night before, so Llewellyn finally expressed the doubt she had been suppressing.

“If you are the god of the night, then you must be referring to your wife who participated in the Great Ascension, right? “The god of the night I know?”

“I don’t know if I can say that I know, but if you tell me what I explained… That’s right.”

Rarely does it make a difference. Llewelyn could feel the anxiety hidden in the other side.

This was nerve-wracking, so to speak. A phenomenon commonly shown by people who feel anxious and secretly fear the worst outcome.

If there is one thing that catches me.

‘… ‘Are gods no different from humans?’

It was not something a god would show, whose power is infinite as long as there is at least one human who transcends humanity and dreams.

Rather, I was embarrassed because it was so humane. Llewellyn rolled her eyes and looked at Esha Terna.

Eshaterna seemed to have no thoughts. All she could think about was that she wanted to be stroked by Llewellyn’s hand.

Melody, on the other hand, woke up from her thoughts even though she felt Llewelyn’s gaze on her.

“I was informed that the Great Ascension failed. The proof is that no god has returned, and people like us do not know the existence of god… Right?”

No answer comes back. Melody tilted her head and pulled Llewelyn’s forearm when she didn’t get a response.

“Hey, Llewelyn. Is the God of Dreams not present?”

“… No, it’s here.”

The God of Dreams, who realized too late that he was blind, did not look very happy.

It was clear that she was confused, and that she herself had pondered the possibility.

He spoke with such a clear expression.

“Yes, I know. I said with my own mouth that the Great Ascension was a failure. He said he could not have failed, that he could not have succeeded.”

It’s painfully distorted. Llewellyn saw a man suffering beneath an awkward expression that did not suit him.

“But…But there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize the god of the night. Just like she always called me… I sing it like I did before I left the Great Ascension. How-“

“Head.”

The elf with a smiling face speaks, and the gibbering god is shocked. As his eyes rolled, the elf placed his index finger on the corner of his mouth.

“Please calm down. “My little sister is in trouble.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Even if I bleed a little more…”

There was silence for a moment. Esha seemed to have no thoughts, and Melody tilted her head, thinking about what that meant.

“Llewelyn!”

Wow!

Soon she realized what he meant and slapped Llewellyn on the forearm.

A clear ringing sound. Llewellyn was shocked by the skin that was exposed.

A blow that doesn’t hurt, but feels like you’re being scolded.

Even though there was no mourning, Melody immediately put her hands on her waist and argued.

“Well, you can’t say things like that! No matter what, there are things I can and cannot say… !”

“Ah, I get it. Okay. “I’m sorry.”

But deep down, Llewelyn had no intention of correcting it.

She was Llewellyn, who had lived with her sister for a long time and had become accustomed to women. For him, what the god of her dreams showed him was typical hysteria and panic disorder.

It can be summarized as so-called ‘bleeding.’

The god of her dreams pursed her lips and sighed at the impudent words and actions she could not believe had been directed at her.

“Yeah, definitely… “You acted like a b*tch.”

“It’s sad to hear that girl. “I’ll throw it.”

“Wait, wait! Please correct me! “I will correct it!”

“Great. “I’ll just look at it this time.”

Esha Terna smiles.

Even if it was someone he liked, an assassin who could stab him was superior to a god, and the god of dreams let out a groaning sound in Eshaterna’s hands

“Bottom line.”

“Bottom line, yes. Main subject…”

The God of Dreams looked at Llewellyn and said.

“God of the night, you said my wife was calling you and me.”

This is what I’ve already heard. But it also meant that repetition was important.

It actually did. Is the God who disappeared in the Great Ascension appearing and calling?

And directly to the god of dreams?

Something was suspicious. It’s not like they’re coming, they’re calling.

The god of dreams knew that very well.

“My wife… Last time, she said, she would be waiting at the place where the god of life and death died.”

Still, it couldn’t be ignored. A long period of futility and loneliness ate away at him. He begged with only his head left.

“Please, can you please come with me?”

*

“… Anyone can see that it’s a trap, right?”

Melody spoke from the place where the dream god retreated with Eshaterna.

“Well, it would be strange if not.”

The God of Dreams also knew it well. He had a bad expression when he stepped down.

Knowing that everyone here was a trap, Llewelyn could not readily answer that she would.

So she sent him away saying she would think about it. Although Llewelyn felt uncomfortable, she knew this was for the best.

It was a request that seemed too trap-like to accept.

However, there were many things that made it difficult to ignore it.

It may not have been a trap set by the God of Dreams, but I couldn’t figure out how a being pretending to be the God of Night could have fooled the God of Dreams.

‘The god of dreams is not just any god. Even in a world like this, there are people who dream. Whether it’s simply a dream while falling asleep… A dream that depicts the future.’

Even in times like these, it cannot stop human dreams. Llewelyn knew that well.

The Man-Eating Baron was like that, and Ethan was like that.

This was also the case with the shapeshifters who had to be killed once again not long ago.

Everyone dreams. Regardless of good or evil, as long as they were humans, they were allowed to dream in any direction.

So the god of dreams is strong. You have no choice but to be strong. If you fooled that god.

‘… Is it related to my mother?’

Netel, something that is ambiguous as to whether it is a transcendental person who appears to be the will of this land or a god.

It suddenly occurred to me that it might have something to do with it.

“Llewelyn?”

There is no problem as Netel has not planned or done anything recently, but in essence, Netel was the only one who could be considered an enemy.

It would be nice to say that it was the root of all evil. Llewelyn still remembered her trying to devour him.

And if Netel’s plan was correct, it also meant that it was time to put into practice what Llewelyn had boldly shouted in front of others.

“Llewelyn? By any chance, did you leave me behind? .”

“No matter how quiet I am, it’s not like that. Or, did you say that on purpose?”

“Oh, I got caught.”

“Oh, I got caught. Like this.”

Llewelyn gently stroked Melody’s her hair her her, which was hanging on her forearm her again.

Melody’s hair rustling in her hands she felt good and smelled good, perhaps because of her uniquely high body temperature.

A different smell from Isla or my sister. Llewelyn was intoxicated by Melody’s scent and stood there blankly thinking for a moment.

“… Melody.”

“Yes?”

“Do you remember what I said before? Well, if mother Netel is up to something-“

“Did you say you would go and crush it? It’s like she said something like that… Ah.”

Before speaking, Melody shook her shoulder. It wasn’t because she was cold because her clothes her exposed her her shoulders her her her.

“No way, this too…” ” ” .”

“It’s a possibility, though. “Isn’t it quite plausible?”

“Hmm, definitely.”

The girl, who was two heads shorter than Llewelyn, grabbed Llewelyn’s hand and moved it to her cheek, burying her face in her her large hand her her her her.

“Then… It’s time to put those words into practice.”

The mood subsides. She knew it was a trap, but Melody was counting Llewelyn’s words and power her.

Lucillae herself, Islae Lorian.

And if she didn’t have enough affection, she could even take Val Terok with her.

Her power is overflowing.

I thought that no matter what the trap was, it wouldn’t be dangerous as long as we were sufficiently prepared and alert.

That’s all.

Melody was looking through her literature to find out about her latest mourner.

Most of the wanted criminals who terrorized the entire empire, repelling any surprise attack and repeatedly finding gaps in the forces surrounding them to escape, were mourners.

They didn’t fall into the trap, but instead struck the military’s weak point and opened a path of escape, as if someone had told them the future.

Llewelyn was like that too. She is a superhuman who has already accomplished the impossible many times and the self-proclaimed god of dreams is said to be

A being who is said to be no different from the hierarchy. Melody thought for a long time and then agreed.

“Great. Instead, take everyone with you just in case. Then…”

“No.”

The melody solidifies. Her her head her her her, which was about to tilt, was stopped by Llewelyn’s hand her her her.

“Yes? What…”

“You could be robbing an empty house.”

If this was the work of ‘Mother’, there was no way the trap would have ended so simply.

Something might happen to the Pantheon while the core force is missing.

“That’s why I won’t take everyone with me. “I really only plan on taking a few people with me.”

Normally, it would have been time for Melody to correct and retort, somehow convincing her to take everyone with her.

Llewelyn did not wait.

Rather, this was an opportunity to solve most of the current problems.

“I will take the Sword Saint with me.”

“… Yes?”

Melody opened her mouth as if she was embarrassed, and Llewellyn laughed as she looked at Melody’s expression of hers.

It was an expression that made no sense. She seemed to want to ask whether that would be possible.

But Llewelyn was confident.

She saw the life of none other than the Sword Saint herself and wielded it in her hands.

There were countless pitfalls in the trajectory of Geomseong’s life.

There were many things he got caught in without intending to, but even when he knew it was a trap, he didn’t avoid it.

She read it vaguely, but the feeling was clear. Llewelyn thought.

If the Sword Saint has a trap and asks you to walk into the trap together.

He is a man who will walk to hell with you with both hands raised and rejoicing.

A monster willing to go beyond life and endure terrible pain and suffering for the sake of her own sword.

Because only such an idiot could become a sword saint.

Llewelyn ruffled Melody’s hair and laughed.

“It’s a bit awkward to go again, but since we’re talking, let’s go now.”

Swordsman Circuit.