I Became the Wrong Race

211 – God of the Night (2)

· Sword Saint is not implemented, so you cannot actually fight, but the pattern AI is recorded in the game files.

· According to the game file, the Sword Saint is an extremely aggressive type of NPC. He is immune to debuffs that affect the mind (fear, confusion, etc.) And will attack the party’s core in any condition.

-Image Darker Wiki, some of the Sword Saint items.

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[Play time: 10,224 hours]

“Hmm? Did I forget something? Ah, if it was the sword from earlier, there were no remains—”

“Sword Saint.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you like knowing traps and getting caught?”

“… I like it a lot. “I can’t catch it because I don’t have it.”

“Then do you want to go set a trap?”

“It’s good. “Don’t bring some food and oil for the sword.”

There was no need to attempt persuasion.

Llewelyn knew that.

Because she had already experienced the life of a swordsman and was confident, Llewelyn did not make any attempts to persuade her.

Do you just want to go plainly? When I told him I was going to ask, he just said it was good and came out.

Because it happened so quickly, Maya, who was preparing to take revenge on Melody, blinked in bewilderment when she saw Sword Saint and Llewelyn come out.

“Uh, why… What I went back to earlier…”

It looks kind of cute like this. Well, it was always nice to see someone who was supposed to be smart and good-looking get embarrassed.

The pointed triangular ears perked up, and Llewelyn stared at them.

‘Is it a Chihuahua or a Pomeranian?’

Although he is not very knowledgeable about dog breeds, those are the only ‘damn dogs’ that Llewellyn knows.

Looking at her slim face, I think she’s a Chihuahua, but her thick hair reminds me of a Pomeranian I saw once.

Llewelyn thought about asking directly, but he decided not to.

‘The melody is bapsae.’

Melody, who is commonly called a baboon bird and is more accurately a red-headed owl, looked confused next to Llewelyn.

She didn’t think that this would convince Geomseong, so she did.

With the two confused disciples in tow, Llewelyn headed to her pantheon.

There wasn’t even a word to wait. The swordsman placed his wrist on the hilt of her sword and opened her eyes wide with a grumpy stance.

“Can I come with you? “Walterok won’t like it.”

“I am the owner, so don’t worry about it. “I’ll take care of what I need, and take the God of Dreams with me.”

“God of dreams?”

Geomseong rubbed his chin in question at the unfamiliar word, but there was no answer.

“Master! Where are you going?”

“I’m going to have fun, so rest well, practice, and take Maya with you.”

“Yes! Let’s go, sister!”

“Sleep, wait! Xenia!”

By the time we left her camp, Xenia, who was resting at her entrance with her legs crossed, had taken Maya with her.

The sight of a girl who was one head taller than her and disappearing while carrying a girl who was smaller than she made Llewelyn think, ‘I guess she does that often.’

Furthermore, if we look at the fact that they both have similar hair colors and are the same dog.

Perhaps…

“Those two are not sisters.”

A word from the swordsman that cuts through thoughts.

Llewelyn came to her senses and looked at Sword Saint.

“It is easy to mistake them for being dog beasts and having similar ear and hair colors, but they are not sisters. “I am a stranger.”

“… I know. Because the Laphemonian family’s only true ancestor was Maya.”

It was not Llewelyn who answered. Geomseong looked at Melody who took the seat next to Llewelyn.

“You know very well.”

“I, too, was once a duellist.”

A voice full of various emotions. What she was feeling was regret.

This was done because the duel school had to be destroyed in the end, and freedom could not be achieved unless it was destroyed.

She didn’t regret it. As Melody said in front of Maya, even if she were to rewind time, she would still act the same again and again.

She had no regrets.

However, she wondered if the method could have been different.

Rather than completely annihilating it with overwhelming force or political pressure.

After killing all the elders of the Dueling School, wouldn’t he have been able to take over the position of the Dueling School and become the new dean?

If so, wouldn’t she have been less bloody and resented than she is now?

That’s what Melody thought, and it slowly ensnared her from the inside.

A burden on the heart that cannot be easily shaken off. Melody’s expression clouded as she held Llewelyn’s forearm.

“Maya was also a duelist. “She is a swordsman now.”

Geomseong reacted as if it was no big deal.

Naturally, Melody’s face was slightly distorted, but her sword skills were still unnoticed.

“If you are afraid that I will seek revenge, then don’t be afraid.”

There’s only one thing he’s interested in.

“I don’t know if your rank is higher than mine, or if your rank can lead my sword to a higher place. Other than that, I won’t take revenge on Maya’s behalf. Rather.”

Sharpening her own sword and heading to a higher place.

“Maya wants revenge on you, and you hesitate. I’m looking forward to seeing which of the two will reach a higher level.”

And he wasn’t interested in anything else.

Melody frowned, and Geomseong grinned and rubbed his chin.

Anha Muin and Heavenly Muin.

A monster who lived his whole life for the sword, he lived for the sword until the moment he died, and then closed his eyes.

That was the Sword Saint. Only then did Melody understand what Llewell Lin had said.

This was not a person who would help me get revenge.

But that wasn’t everything about the person called Sword Saint.

“Still, my true intention is that if possible, I hope we can reconcile and pursue a higher path of the sword together.”

The swordsman spoke while resting his left wrist on the hilt of the sword.

“Maya wants revenge on you, so she even threw away the sword she originally used. Rather, I melted down that sword and forged it again to resemble mine. “I forged the sword with that kind of will, thinking that even if I were to compete with you in the future, I would cut it to pieces and kill you.”

Tsk, the giant clicks his tongue low. His face was full of regret.

“Isn’t it really unfortunate? A sword that doesn’t fit my body and is filled with only flesh. “I keep telling you that I can’t move on if I don’t give up, but you don’t listen.”

Where is that? Geomseong spoke with Chuimsae.

“Xenia is a deserter, so even though it is better for her not to throw away the sword she has been learning all her life, she is so eager to imitate Maya’s sword that she is wasting her talent.”

Geomsung was an old swordsman. He was a person who lived for 200 years, and although he was a giant and had more life left, his spirit that survived for 200 years was no different from that of an old man.

Stubborn, stubborn, and self-righteous.

“Maya is also a swordsman, so she will die holding a sword someday. But until then, I hope she will climb as high as possible.”

There was also a lot of affection. A surprising appearance for Llewelyn, who thought she was a psychopath.

There was a strange feeling that there was a calculated intention, but it didn’t seem like it was just a calculation.

It felt like my true intentions and calculations were mixed.

“Eddie says she wants to take responsibility for the child she picked up, but she is too protective. It would be better if she was more faithful to the sword.”

One by one, he took out his complaints against the swordsmen of the Sword Saint Association, starting with Xenia and Maya.

Rather than being truly dissatisfied, I felt like I was a father who cared about his family.

‘Is the Sword Saint Association family to the Sword Saint?’

The Sword Saint Society was not just an organization.

This small group of swordsmen was a family that had lost their entire families to the swordsmen of the previous generation.

A family who was fascinated by the sword, not revenge, and went into battle holding the sword. Then, with the skills and sword they acquired, they killed the Sentai Sword Master and took possession of it.

For him, it would be a reward in itself. Llewelyn got to know Geomseong while she was drooling, and Geomseong glanced at Llewelyn and then stopped.

Before long, all I could hear was the sound of walking. While the leaves are rustling and the snow is crunching.

Llewelyn was already feeling the spring breeze. A pleasant wind that brings warmth all year round.

It was a pantheon.

“Oh, they split the space? “It’s an interesting place.”

Sword Saint snooped around the pantheon, and a woman who was hanging laundry at the entrance of the pantheon froze in shock when she saw Sword Saint.

“Oh, it’s okay. “I brought it here.”

She was an Inquisitor. She is a woman who was there even when there was a confrontation with the Sword Saint Society.

She stretched out her hand to draw her weapon.

“I wouldn’t do that. Since we are going to be caught in a trap from now on anyway, it would be quicker to hope that I die.”

I stopped at the words I didn’t know if it was a threat from the Sword Saint or something else.

“Trap? What…”

“It’s real. So, with Esha Terna… “Can you tell me where the head went?”

“… “Melody?”

The Heretic Questioner’s gaze glanced at Melody for a moment, and Melody nodded.

“If you go there… There will be.”

“Thank you. It will take a while.”

The pantheon had not yet been completed as a residence. Construction had to be rushed and built diligently.

It still felt like a half-camp mixed with a village.

Because of that, there were a lot of eyes, and many followed them across the camp to where Esha Terna and the God of Dreams were.

Curiosity, fear, vigilance.

All the looks were different from the ones I received on my previous birthdays. Although most people were pouring in on the Sword Saint, the number of gazes alone made me feel suffocated.

All of them were guaranteed to bear no ill will or hostility toward Llewelyn.

Because only such people could enter the pantheon.

Likewise, it meant that Geomseong did not have such thoughts.

‘Maybe it ‘s because he ‘s a psychopath and he can hurt people without that.’

This too will need verification. Llewelyn walked on, thinking it was something she would do later, and it wasn’t until her gaze stopped following that she spotted the person she was looking for and her head.

“Oh, all that’s left is the head.”

“It’s outrageous. How dare you say that to God…”

Irritability that follows words spoken as if they were interesting.

That irritation went away quickly.

“… God of war?”

“Hmm?”

“Is it you? How…”

“I think I misunderstand. There are many names that call me, but the God of War is unfamiliar.”

In fact, the word God itself was unfamiliar. He rubbed that rough chin and said.

“Call me Sword Saint.”

The name was abandoned. Therefore, there is no need other than the name Sword Saint.

The unanswered words only floated in Llewelyn’s memory, and the God of Dreams sighed.

“Is it…”

Although the God of Dreams was confused by words that were not used in his time, he seemed confused because he eventually realized that he was not the Godhead he knew.

“So, Sword Saint. Why did I come with Llewelyn?”

“Because I’m going to go find the god of the night.”

“… “What?”

The dream god, who had been frozen in a daze, opens his eyes wide.

“Wait a minute, you really want to go?”

“Didn’t you want to go?”

“I had to want to go. But…”

Although his words were slurred, it was clear what he wanted to say.

There was no way that a being as high as the god of dreams would not know that it might be a trap.

Furthermore, it will not be easy as it is a trap aimed precisely at yourself and Llewelyn.

It’s shameless to even propose to go to such a place. So when Llewelyn said she would think about it, he put the suggestion aside in his heart.

So, she was confused as she looked at Llewelyn who said that she was planning to go as if she was flipping her palm.

“Why on earth… ? “Didn’t you mean to go?”

“I said I would think about it. “I just thought about it.”

“Don’t play with words. “What on earth caused this change of heart?”

What on earth has happened that makes you say that you will just go and fall into a trap?

The dream god did not understand. When I even thought that Llewelyn might be like the god of madness.

“There’s something strange about your expression. That’s not the reason… There is a reason for everything.”

“For what reason?”

‘Isla or my older sister would agree if I just said this.’

Although Llewelyn felt sorry, she answered.

“Whoever it is, it knows me and you. Even if this is a trap, you have no choice but to get caught.”

“Why? I understand…”

“If I don’t catch it now, what will I do next? They’ll do something even worse. Even if you’re not a night god, you have to go.”

Only then did the God of Dreams seem to understand what Llewelyn was saying.

“You know about me, and you know about the night…”

“Even if he’s not the god of the night, he probably knows something. Even if it’s a trap, you can get a clue.”

And. Llewelyn placed her hand on the shoulder of the swordsman who felt like she was two heads taller than herself.

“The Geomseong here is a trap lover who enjoys being caught in traps.”

“I’m at an age where I want to eat every meal like a trap.”

The God of Dreams seemed confused by Sword Saint Llewelyn’s words, but eventually understood her point.

Llewelyn, the Sword Saint, and the God of Dreams will go together to where the God of Night awaits.