I Became the Wrong Race

223 – Transcendent (4)

Llewelyn’s expression darkened, and Lucilla naturally recognized her sister’s expression.

It was an unpleasant expression to anyone who could see it, but what exactly made you feel bad?

Because she had lived as ‘Yoon Se-jin’s older sister’ for a long time, she knew instinctively.

Ascension. As far as she knew, the so-called Great Ascension had failed.

These are the words of none other than the God of Dreams himself, so there is no doubt about it.

But she couldn’t have made her good brother she feel so bad just because she recommended something that failed. Perhaps she thought there was something she did not know, and Lucilla looked at her younger brother.

Let my younger brother speak for himself and act for himself.

Sure enough.

“The Great Ascension was not even a failure.”

Her younger brother, Llewelyn, spoke with a feigned indifference. Anyone could see that he was displeased, but it felt like he was trying not to show it.

Even Beliareus, who was somewhat oblivious, was shocked, thinking he had missed it, but it was already too late.

“It was a trap. It’s not an ordinary trap either… A trap that someone carefully prepared.”

Llewelyn said calmly.

“All the gods who participated in the Great Ascension were eaten and killed as soon as they ascended. All without leaving a single one behind. Even your star is an invader who only ate the ascended fire god.”

The suppressed emotions are bitter. Nevertheless, Beliareus listened quietly without getting angry or sad.

“But are you offering me ascension? It’s obvious what awaits me after ascending to heaven, but I don’t know what the intention is.”

“Of course the stars…”

“I just recently came to fight a transcendental person who devoured the god of night and pretended to be him. “I was able to repel it only after borrowing my sister’s strength and pulling out everything I had.”

Something Lucilla didn’t know. Her eyes widened, and Beliareus scratched his cheek.

“But now, Mr. Beliareus, you have told me that the star has offered me ascension. That is what was suggested by none other than the Transcendent One who devoured the God of Fire and devoured his ego and power.”

Lucilla knew why her sister was upset. It’s better for her not to attack her. She looked at Beliareus as if she were dumbfounded.

The reason Llewelyn does not draw his sword or attack right now is because his opponent is Beliareus.

A man so innocent that you wonder if he is a fool. A person whose brain is too simple to be plotting any tricks.

There is no reason for such a person to openly tell people to go out and die. Llewellyn knew that, so she didn’t get angry, and she cut off the line, even though Lucilla figured it out.

There was vivid anger in her eyes. So, the whites of the eyes her have turned black.

“Bell.”

“Hmm.”

“If I understood what your brother said correctly, it sounds like the transcendental being you serve wants to eat my brother, or has asked to be allowed to eat him. Is that right?”

There is a certain reaction that is likely to occur there. Either deny it or make excuses.

Beliareus did not do that.

“That’s right.”

Without Llewelyn to stop him, her quick hand grabbed Beliareus’s collar. Her eyes widened in surprise, but this all-red star incarnation did not resist.

Rather, he was calm, as if he should be.

“Keep going.”

“The stars said it was the last resort.”

An implicit declaration that you know something. Considering that Beliareus is a person who cannot use such tricks, and if you believe so.

All of that must have been a directive from the stars.

“It is the last path to take when there is nothing more to do and no other way.”

“What exactly do you plan on doing when I ascend to heaven?”

“The star imbues its qualifications and power… ” “You said you would close the world.”

Llewellyn became quiet, and even Lucilla quietly tilted her head.

There was a strange sense of unity as the siblings with identical facial features looked suspiciously at the same time, but Beliareus did not miss the moment to talk about it.

“I guess you didn’t know.”

“What?”

“This world is on the verge of destruction.”

These words are too heavy to come out suddenly. Beliareus spoke calmly to the siblings who hesitated.

“The Transcendant who preyed on the Ascended that we faced there is looking for an opportunity all over the world. A chance to delve into this world and eat up everything that’s left.”

He spoke dryly, as if he was telling a sensible story, like the sun rising after the night.

“The star is advising us that we must somehow prevent it, and if we fail to stop it, we should choose to ascend to heaven.”

It was an offer to save the world with Llewelyn’s life.

*

“Melody.”

When Llewelyn was receiving the once-in-a-lifetime proposal her her, a small blind girl and a smaller dog were facing each other at the entrance to her her her her her her.

No, there was an absurdity in saying that we faced each other. One of them had no eyesight, and the other was a person who would speak one-sidedly even if they had not met face to face.

“… Maya.”

Melody greeted the girl with a troubled expression. She placed her estoque, which she had used instead of a cane, on her floor and fiddled with the hilt of her sword as if she was uncomfortable.

“You know why I came here, right?”

The words spoken with a bright smile are sharp. Melody ‘She’s Senses Her, which is a sensitive her Eyes her HER Her Were Not Visible, Sensed Maya’ Her of her.

It seemed as if he would pull out his sword at any moment.

“I am…”

“It’s okay. No matter what you say, it won’t have much influence on the decision I make.”

It was accurate. No matter what kind of persuasion Melody tries, ‘persuasion’ doesn’t work for her dueling scholar.

Destroying magical persuasion is a very easy task for a duelist.

So instead of listening to her anymore, she stretched out her hands behind her back.

A sword drawn out without making a sound.

A heavy weapon modeled after the beloved sword of her new teacher, called Shield Splitting.

It was a sword that a normal duelist would not use, but one that she, as a duelist, had trained only to kill another duelist.

Melody stiffened her face as she felt the heavy sound of the sword moving and the rushing air.

“Because I came here to end a bad relationship.”

Deep darkness sees into the black eyes of her. Melody knew that any persuasion would be useless, as she said.

So she drew her sword with a deep sigh.

Estoc was gently pulled out and held in his hand. A famous sword that Lucilla obtained and gave to Melody.

Splitting the scales. She held her sword low and had a stern expression.

The two girls had different expressions. One of them had a stiff and cold expression, but the other was hot as if he was excited about the blood price he was about to pay.

Only the cutlery they carried was lukewarm.

I narrow the distance by holding such a blade. Maya growled and grabbed her sword with both hands, while Melody pointed her sword and thought.

Is there any way to avoid this situation or resolve it somehow?

After much thought, the answer I came up with was ‘nothing.’

The desire for revenge is not something that can be easily extinguished. If it were, it would have already been lost to time.

In the end, do you have to fight, kill or die?

Only then will it end.

Melody sighed and held her sword at an angle, aiming it at her heart.

A sigh filled her lungs, and her closed eyes trembled.

Maya takes a step forward with a sincere smile. In this way, the distance between the two decreased, and the two swords were finally about to taste each other’s skin.

Sigh, there was a light clanging sound.

Maya jumped back and widened the distance, and Melody slowly lowered the sword she was aiming for.

Kwahiah ahhhhh!

There was something crashing like a meteorite. Right in the center, as if blocking the gap between the two.

Positioning without taking anyone’s side. However, it is unclear whether this was intentional.

When the rising dust stopped blocking the view, her siblings were visible.

Llewelyn and Lucilla.

The master and annihilator of the newly emerging pantheon. The most dangerous siblings in the world.

Maya clicked her tongue low, and Melody sighed in relief.

There was also an elf that belatedly landed around them. He was an assassin who followed the two, calling them Nauri and Little Nauri.

She represented her siblings.

“Unauthorized violence within the pantheon is punishable by death. Do you want to die?”

It was clear that the host and guest had been turned over and had a clear intention to kill you, but Maya didn’t care.

“You’re missing the crazy b*tch. “If there is no reason to block legitimate revenge, I hope you will refrain from slandering me.”

Although she didn’t say the words, “Do you want to die first,” I can feel them. Llewelyn tried hard to hide her distraught expression from where she sat down.

“Of course there is a reason. “Can’t you see that my little master is very displeased?”

She didn’t say that that wasn’t why she was disturbed. Instead of explaining in detail, Llewelyn let Esha do what she did.

I already had a lot of worries. It was because of the news I heard a while ago.

People say they want to live long and happily, but they say it’s difficult.

Because it was said that a problem was coming that could not be solved simply by force or luck.

So Llewelyn honestly worried and hoped that her worries would not increase.

Her head her her her was spinning. She didn’t have time to think of a neater, more sophisticated way.

After all, he is the next sword saint.

“Do you really want to duel?”

“It doesn’t have to be a duel, but it would be beautiful to end it neatly with a duel. Each other.”

Black eyes scan the melody. Melody remained calm despite those looks.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t feel it because I was blind. She felt it rather vividly.

“Well, could you at least mediate the duel? “Are you the next Sword Saint?”

“There’s nothing I can’t do.”

That’s why the two duelists were surprised at the same time.

Melody’s eyes trembled as she felt a slight sense of betrayal, and Lucilla remained silent, wondering what her sister was thinking.

Eshater I didn’t think much of it because she wasn’t interested in this in the first place.

But Maya.

This dog girl was different. She tilted her head because it was unexpected.

“Is this because of the position of the next Sword Saint? Are you trying to attack me first to control the group?”

A girl who likes herself to a castle under siege. Melody grabbed the hilt of her sword, thinking it was a plausible story, and Maya saw it as an opportunity.

Aha, exclamations and outright ridicule.

“Ah, you want to get rid of that hateful b*tch, but you need an excuse?”

It’s clearly a frame-up. Everyone here knew that wasn’t true.

But it sticks in my mind. Melody was hurt and rubbed her forearm, and Llewelyn was so worried that she had no time to turn her back on him.

He was just honest.

“Bullshit.”

Maya blinked her eyes, and he continued.

“Melody is a person who likes me, and she is a typical person with her arms bent inwards. “It’s a bit hard to dislike someone who says I like them.”

I always felt that he was that kind of person. So, even though she thought about finding the Empress and asking her everything, hatred did not come to mind.

They said she was an obvious b*tch and she could possibly be an enemy, but that was it.

“I never felt that the melody was heinous. Well, she’s often annoying and annoying. That’s the charm.”

“Lu, Lu, Llewellyn…” “?!”

Melody stuttered in embarrassment, but he didn’t care.

“I feel sadistic sometimes, but it’s not because I don’t like it. Rather, I do it because I like it. Therefore… I hope Melody lives as long as possible.”

It sounds like a declaration that you will die if you duel. Maya quirked her eyebrows.

“If I prepare to die, you never know what will happen, right? If the melody you cherish so much dies…”

“Normally, that would be the case. That’s why I will be an observer of the duel.”

Words that are generally difficult to understand. As everyone looked at him questioningly, he closed his eyes and spread divinity.

Then there was a word that resonated.

“A miracle appears.”

Clear words and corresponding beats.

The divinity spread out in the shape of concentric circles, encompassing the surroundings beyond the pantheon.

The garrison where Arba is located, the camp where the Sword Saint Association is located, and even the cradle where the Black Knights stay.

The wind blew from the top floor of the cradle. Balterok’s cloak fluttered and the golem turned her head to look at Llewelyn.

His head turns as if telling him to do whatever he wants. Llewellyn read his body and life his

A long time that feels distant.

However, it is not as dense as the Sword Saint, but it lasts forever.

A new skill that was revealed rather than buried over time.

“Survivor, Walterok.”

Constant magic attribute. He recreated the anti-magic power with his divinity and changed the shape of the anti-magic power by kneading it.

Exciting!

The heartbeat spreads again. It’s narrow this time. A scale that does not exceed 50m at most.

When the miracle that I had been working on using my experience of writing miracles finally took shape.

Lucilla felt something wrapping around her skin as if the power within her magical eyes was fading away and taking its place.

The warmth feels somehow strange.

It sticks to the skin as a single piece like underwear, but it was strange that it wrapped around the entire skin.

I didn’t even feel a sense of closure, but I knew something was different.

It was something that no one, including Lucilla, could explain, and only the God of Dreams could understand.

A power and domain worthy of my divine name that exists in all gods.

Just as the God of Night brought down the transcendental being and created night, just as the God of Dreams sees human consciousness through dreams and influences the world.

Llewelyn’s divinity changed the 50m radius rule around Llewelyn.

“If you want to duel, do it as much as you want. However.”

He specified the first rule.

“No one will die in here.”

There was deep confidence in that declaration.