I Became the Wrong Race

222 – Transcendent (3)

“I have to go.”

Lucilla said this while busily packing her bags.

I hurriedly stuffed the pouch on my waist and put on my back the spear that Llewelyn had given to my sister as a gift from the Sword Saint.

She looked unusually urgent and worried.

Esha Ter was watching from a distance behind her. I thought it would be true.

It was only a few days ago that great magic and power burst forth.

Although it is said to have happened far away, west of the pantheon, it was not a force that could be ignored.

A power that can truly split the sky. That’s all.

The morning that had come disappeared and the night came, and as the night fell hard and pressed down on the ground like a guillotine, quite a few people were injured.

It is said that no one died, but there were more than one person who had to overcome difficult times.

Because there is no power. The shock that shook the world was not something a weak human could endure.

Esha Terna was also in the midst of being loved by ‘Nauri’, but wasn’t she so surprised that her response was delayed?

Anyone could see that these were unusual events. In the meantime, Lucilla said.

“We have to help Sejin.”

She was told that the loud throbbing was part of divinity.

When it all started, Lucilla said she definitely felt like she was looking at her sister and asking for her help.

“Seeing as he hasn’t come back so far, he’s clearly in a difficult situation. Therefore…”

“I’ll get better.”

It was Eshaterna’s role to stop Lucilla.

It was because there was something that ‘Little Naeuri’ said before leaving.

“Don’t you trust my little self?”

So I got through these few days with these words. When Lucilla heard those words, she was shocked and calmed down as if cold water had been poured on her.

But even these magical words had their limits.

“No, I believe it. But if something happens and I can’t help…”

Lucilla said in the end and continued packing her luggage.

Instead, as she picked up the drink one more time, Esha Terna was worried, hiding her embarrassment beneath a blank expression.

She didn’t know what to do.

Lucilla was no longer an easy opponent to suppress by force.

I don’t know if she fights with her true heart, but it’s clear that Llewell Lin doesn’t want that.

I said I wanted to do that, but it didn’t mean I could do it.

Above all, Eshaterna was worried because Lucilla’s power her had long since passed the level where Eshaterna could be confident that she could overpower it.

She became unable to carry out orders. Then would it be better for her to just follow?

Her worries did not last long. Because Eshaterna and Lucilla turned their heads and looked west at the same time.

West. The place where Llewelyn left with the Sword Saint. This is the place where Arba is located, and the road leading to the demonic landscape beyond.

From there, something rushed. A powerful energy that is intangible but clearly felt, and is felt more deeply the higher the level of the person who feels it.

Divinity.

Lucilla ran outside without looking back, and Esha Terna let out a small sigh and followed.

I thought that I should definitely get paid for my work this time.

Would it be a good idea to ask Nauri and Little Nauri to join next time they are grafted together? Or maybe I should ask for a hug when I’m alone.

Eshaterna ran, wondering which would be more fun, and Lucilla ran at a speed that Eshaterna could barely keep up with and went out of the pantheon.

In a straight line.

“I’ll get better.”

It doesn’t stop even when you call it. She jumped lightly from the cliff of the pantheon and landed on a tree, dyeing the whites of her eyes black and using her magic eyes to accelerate.

Her leaves are falling, and strong gusts of wind blow wherever she passes, causing birds and wild animals to run away.

You know that if you get caught, you will die. As I watched Esha Terna use her her her her elf’s maneuvering ability at a speed greater than that of an elf, and with the intimidation and power of a giant, she followed with the agility and grace of an elf.

Of course, Lucilla arrived first. She is a woman whose lands have a shock reminiscent of a meteorite.

She may not know how much magical skill was involved in her landing her, but it must have been very embarrassing for the ‘little Nauri’ who was involved with her.

Kwaguuuuung!

Inyoung lands with a loud noise.

As Llewelyn watched the person landing, she lowered her posture in surprise and was embarrassed when she saw the person revealed as the dust cleared.

“… Sister?”

Since she was a divinity that was deliberately spread, she thought that there would be people who would welcome her or come out to meet her.

Llewelyn, who had not expected that her own older sister would hit her like a meteorite, looked quite embarrassed.

Of course, Lucilla didn’t care.

“Sejin!”

My sister runs away. Although it is not the maximum speed, it gives the illusion that it is a threat even if it is only for a moment. Llewelyn stiffened her body in shock and ran to hug her older sister.

The sound of being held in one’s arms is light. Eshaterna realized that even his movements were imbued with an extremely noble walking technique.

It suddenly brakes to a smooth stop and dazzles the streets. If used to reduce the gap, it was a method that could render any boundary useless and cut off one’s head in literally the blink of an eye.

But Llewelyn didn’t know, she just felt her sister’s softness as she rubbed her back.

In the distant past, when the two were still living in modern times, they would have felt things like hooks or strings from underwear, but now they could barely feel anything. While Llewellyn felt a slight sense of regret, she enjoyed the scent of her sister’s hair and the unique scent of the female body combined with the scent of fragrant soap.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? “What happened?”

Even though she didn’t last long.

Instead of enjoying Llewellyn’s embrace of her, Lucilla lifted her buried face and looked around at her Llewelyn.

He held her face and examined her, looked at her hands, wrists, etc. To see if there were any injuries.

The swordsman who was carried right behind him was not even on his mind her. Although there was no reason for Geomseong to feel regretful, he even felt regret for an unknown reason.

“Are you okay. You know. Because it’s a homunculus…”

“You don’t know how long you can play. I am… “My sister was so worried that Sejin had done something wrong.”

Should I take him with me next time? Llewelyn smiled shyly as she thought about it, and Lucilla could barely suppress her desire to kiss Yoon Se-jin.

There was a melody right in front of me. Judging by her expression her her her, it is clear that the girl is thinking, ‘This is a bit unusual.’

No, maybe she thought of something more and intuited it. But Melody is the best bard in this netel. If you make up your mind and hide your emotions, no one will notice.

Lucilla forgot about her little things and hugged her sister again.

Excited, Excited. The sound of a low beating heart and the lovely divinity within it. Lucilla took a deep breath, barely able to suppress her rising anxiety.

“I can’t do it. As expected, next time, my sister…”

“Hmm, big.”

A suddenly familiar voice. Lucilla stopped even what she was trying to say and slowly raised her head.

As she left her brother’s large, reliable embrace, what she saw was familiar red hair.

Her red, curly hair, reminiscent of the sun’s flowing flames, was well-maintained and shining even during the long journey.

On the other hand, her typical Latin male-like face had red eyes that seemed out of place, but blended in more harmoniously than expected.

In addition, what about the red armor and cape wrapped around her body?

Lucilla knew that kind of man well.

I knew it so well that it was difficult to momentarily accept the fact that such a man was here.

“… “Bell?”

“Um, ah, well, it’s been a while. Lucilla.”

Scorching ball greets you awkwardly and awkwardly, and your antagonism hardens upon seeing such an old friend.

Standing between the two strongest flames, Llewelyn felt that it was time for her to step forward.

“Um, sister. I guess we all know each other anyway… Let me introduce you. “I’m Beliareus, the Burning Blade, who came to know that I was fighting with the Transcendant on the way.”

Llewelyn turned her head to Beliareus. He still had a perplexed expression.

“And… Beliareus. “This is my older sister, Lucilla.”

When they met for the first time in a while, they looked very awkward.

*

After Geomseong was taken away for treatment and Lorian left to recuperate.

Llewelyn stood between the incandescent ball and the enemy. It was at that time that Eshaterna served tea as if she were a loyal maid.

“… Esha Terna? You are here too… ?”

“That happened.”

“Hmm, if you ask me, they’ll try to kill me again.”

Scorching Ball scratching his head with a puzzled expression and Eshaterna smiling as if he knew well.

Llewelyn was watching among them. Because my sister wasn’t very kind.

He knew very well that when he offended her sister, she would have to bow her head deeply.

“Bell.”

Beliareus, shortened to Bel.

A nickname that makes you realize the adventures they have had together so far. However, unlike calling it a nickname because it was an affectionate title, the voice was extremely cold.

It was a coldness that made even an innocent and always bright and tactless person like Beliareus intimidated.

“Why are you here?”

When you just say it, it sounds like you’re not happy to come, but in reality, that wasn’t the case.

“What about your territory?”

“… I thought her wife would take care of it. Well, if there is any problem, her wife will relay it to the stars…”

Words that make the listener frown. The same was true for Lucilla, and Beliareus shrank.

But that only lasted for a moment, and he spoke firmly.

“Still! She said the stars were really important. I never thought it would be Lucilla’s younger brother and not Lucilla, but in the distant past, the star told me that I must go in order to complete the failed mission and bring peace to the world.”

As Beliareus began to say those words, he grumbled for a long time, as if he was feeling oppressed.

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, so I couldn’t sleep properly and left. I was barely able to get out with just my favorite sword.

I looked for traces and traces, but there was nothing left and only the shattered ruins remained, so I knew it was too late and tried to find another way and chased after them, but every time I did so, all I found were ruins, crazy people, and enemies, so they even said it was painful.

“It was really hard for me too. Then, it wasn’t until the seventh time that I found it… “If you push me too hard, I’ll be sad.”

Did I feel weak seeing her shoulders droop? Lucilla was fundamentally a weak-hearted person, so she sighed.

“Lucilla, aren’t you glad to see me? There’s something we’ve gone through together…”

In addition, she looks like Huey, whose request to play has been rejected and left alone.

Lucilla slumped her shoulders as if she had lost, which was exactly what Llewelyn had said to Beliareus.

If you create a situation where you have no choice but to show sympathy, you will just get over it.

He said he would tolerate her departure, as if he would hand over her territory to his wife.

Therefore, Beliareus was certain that Llewelyn was Lucilla’s younger brother.

It was truly fortunate.

“So Sejin, no, why were you looking for Llewelyn?”

When the incandescent ball was relieved, Lucilla asked.

“The star offered Llewellyn her ascension.”

Llewelyn’s face stiffened at the natural answer.

He thought.

‘What? Are you telling me to go out and die?’

Whatever the intention, it was a suggestion that sounded like that.

In the flowing silence, only the scorching ball wondered.