I Became the Wrong Race

231 – Empress (2)

The Empress was quiet. Her eyes filled with countless colors She quietly stared at Llewelyn, and Llewellyn faced eyes that did not even reflect their own reflection.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t afraid. Although the gap with the Empress has narrowed, the ‘death of the star’ she used not long ago had a severe reaction.

There is not much divinity left in the body. It was obvious that if we fought now, we would lose.

But why?

Llewelyn didn’t think she would die today.

Cook, I heard laughter. A pleasant sound of laughter that is different from ridicule.

“How did you know?”

The Empress asked. Llewelyn smiled faintly.

“I was originally suspicious.”

Llewellyn borrowed the power of his sister and the Sword Saint to cut off her transcendental arm.

It was a difficult thing to do again. And as if it were a reward for completing the difficult task, he glimpsed the universe beyond her severed forearm.

At that time, countless scenes passed before my eyes. The truth of Mahayana.

The only ones who will benefit from the Great Ascension are the transcendental, but there is no one who would know something that even the gods did not know.

It is impossible because it is not the same transcendental person. Llewellyn had to admit that she had been guessing for a long time.

“Netel.”

The corners of the Empress’s mouth rise. She once said She said She might be an enemy too. From what she said at the time, she spoke as if she and Netel were hostile.

Those were just the Empress’s confusing words and actions of hers. Deliberately create confusion and cloud Llewelyn’s judgment… To test.

Llewellyn said the truth that she had only guessed for a long time because she knew it.

“Netel is also a transcendental person, right?”

The Empress confirmed in silence. The corners of her mouth her her her gushing her as if even her ears her her her were going to be torn apart filled the silence.

‘That’s right.’

Llewelyn let her sigh.

She had a guess.

Even the gods were vaguely aware of Netel’s existence, but were reluctant.

She did this even though she would have no reason to be reluctant if she were of the same deity. Rather, Netel’s image seemed closer to the devil to the gods.

But not long ago, when she was fighting the God of Night, Llewelyn saw it.

Netel possessed equal, albeit limited, power to prevent the invasion of transcendental beings.

Although not the planet itself, it seemed to be the planet’s will, or a transcendent personality managing this planet.

Even though he is much more divine than Llewelyn, the God of Dreams, or the God of Fire who participated in the Great Ascension and became a star.

There was a strangely unfamiliar corner.

Netel persistently wanted one thing.

The body of Llewelyn.

At first it was difficult for her to understand its purpose. I thought she was simply trying to appear in the world.

Therefore, she defined Netel as an enemy and actively tried to intercept him, but as soon as she could form those thoughts, Netel disappeared.

Not even a trace of her tail was revealed.

Until now I didn’t know why, but now I know.

Netel did not want to fight with Llewelyn.

She considered fighting with Llewelyn a waste.

Of course, questions still remain. For example, he killed Isla’s younger sister, Selma, or ordered Selma to attack Llewelyn.

The latter can be assumed to have been intended to provoke Llewelyn and take her body her her, but the former was completely unknown.

She would have had no reason to kill Selma.

So, recently, I guessed that he was a transcendent person. Because the incomprehensible and unknown method reminded me of the nameless transcendent I saw when I was saving the God of Dreams.

So did the God of Night.

“If Netel is indeed a transcendent, she can explain her actions so far and the reason why she wanted me.”

There were other moments of enlightenment as well. It could be said that it was just before, when the scorching ball delivered the star’s proposal.

Llewelyn did not value herself very highly, but she knew when the star said she would eat her Llewelyn and protect her her her her world her her her.

She clearly has the power or qualifications to make that possible.

“If Netel and the stars were there, this world would be…” ” “Or protect it more efficiently.”

The Empress’ eyes stare blankly at Llewelyn.

She felt warm somewhere.

“It would be possible to completely block the access of the transcendental.”

The Empress smiled with those eyes. A proud expression. Her outstretched hand touches her cheek without any sign of recognition.

“So, how did you know I served Netel?”

“The power she showed back then was similar to her mourning her and boasting of her, but it was also similar to the things that received Netel’s protection of her.”

I don’t know if that can be called a blessing, but Llewellyn saw Selma change.

A tree created by twisting and reinterpreting humans. The heart and the fruit that grew there.

The power shown by the Empress was a mixture of the two.

The explosive improvement in physical ability and unique feeling that comes from the mourner’s mourning, and the output that is not human-like and exceeds the laws of physics.

And even the power to freely twist the body.

It would be nice if it were speculation, but the Empress has already admitted it.

“If you are a mourner… Wasn’t it the power of the being called ‘Father’?”

Melody opened her mouth. Llewelyn looked at Melody, and Melody spoke nervously, holding Llewelyn’s hand in hers.

“I know that ‘Netel’ is called mother. But… If the three clans originate from the ‘father,’ wouldn’t the father be a transcendent person rather than Netel?”

“Maybe it’s both.”

In fact, Llewellyn had some doubts about that as well.

Where on earth has ‘Father’ disappeared?

A being with power cannot hide, no matter how hard they try. It was clear that when Llewell Lin first obtained her divinity, she came to not only Bal Terok but also the sword master.

I didn’t even think that would be all. Even now, there are many strong people who are moving towards the pantheon, if we can guess from the words of the Sword Saint.

But is it possible for a being like a ‘father’ to completely disappear?

As far as Llewelyn knew, there was only one way for a being with such great power to disappear.

“‘Father’ would have chosen to ascend to heaven and become a transcendent person.”

Melody is shocked, and the Empress opens her eyes wide as if she is surprised.

“If he could replace me, he would have taken Netel’s place, or Netel would have taken him. There would have been no middle ground.”

Father, steward, son of fire.

The rightful owner of the pantheon and founder of the nest.

He completely disappeared. He lived in the world as the last remaining god.

He created three clans.

He harvested dragons that had reached their limits and turned them into necromancers, creating a group of shapeshifters.

Even then, it wasn’t enough, so we created blood relatives. All of the intentions were clear.

Because I feel sorry for human death.

I don’t want humans to die, I want humans to break away from the concept of death.

I hope that death and life will be like they were before grafting.

That was ‘Father’s’ strongest desire and wish. Even as he became a transcendent and went beyond the world, he gave strength to those who mourned the death of humans without compensation.

It was no longer the father, but the influence of the ‘father’ remained strong.

As if the star had the intention of following in the footsteps of the ‘God of Fire’ and protecting the world.

It was a very good story that there was an absolute being who readily gave up his power simply because humans mourned the death of humans, but it was unknown how long that purity would last.

Llewelyn has already seen the harmful effects of mourners through ‘Ajae’.

A mourner who loses his temper and runs wild. Even though he did not want to, he killed the person who took revenge and the ghost mourned again.

His mother, Netel, was not the only influence. It may be because her father’s purity has decreased.

“I don’t know why, but the Steward, the Son of Fire, chose to ascend. Like all gods who chose the Great Ascension, he was eaten and, like his father left his consciousness to the Transcendent, creating a being called a mourner.”

And the story returns to the present.

Llewelyn was facing the Empress. She is a member of the three clans, and she is her chief.

The three clans she belonged to sought to rebuild her ‘father’.

She did it by any means possible.

She tried to create divinity and even created a body.

At the same time, he led the legitimate humans to go beyond being heroes and become gods. That’s what the imperial raid looked like.

She also created an ’emperor’ by borrowing the body of the most suitable hero.

But out of all the attempts, the only one that succeeded was Llewelyn.

So her mother wants Llewelyn. In this endless despair, she wanted Llewelyn to resist the impending destruction.

I wanted Llewellyn’s skin, her marrow, her mind, her brain, and even her soul.

As such, Llewellyn felt that the destruction of this world was certain from the moment she appeared.

Even if it was just an illusion, she was naturally associated with it once it occurred to her that it was inevitable.

Llewellyn sighed again.

‘The butterfly effect in Phalaenopsis dreams…’

“So?”

The Empress asked expectantly, and Llewelyn was exhausted and leaned against Melody.

I could hear Melody struggling with her strength, but she didn’t care.

“What is Netel trying to do by using me?”

Her Empress’s disappointment was faintly felt, but Llewelyn had no time to concern herself with it.

“How exactly are you, Netel, trying to stop the Transcendents with me?”

The Empress’s disappointment faded, and she eventually smiled with a satisfied expression.

What came out of her mouth she wasn’t much different from what Llewelyn had already expected.

“Mother wants to ascend you, Llewelyn.”

It’s no different from what I’ve already heard from Star. It means that even the stars could not think of any other way than that, and that it was the easiest way.

“After that… “I will use the qualifications within you to draw a huge curtain over the world.”

The outstretched arms draw a wide circle surrounding the surrounding area. The hem of the dress fluttered along with the spinning body.

Llewellyn was breaking into a cold sweat as he looked at the Empress smiling innocently.

“And since you won’t have to worry about the ‘outside’ anymore, you will be able to rule this world in peace. “Isn’t it really cool?”

What should be where it should be.

Reclaiming her stolen throne and returning it to its owner.

The Empress smiled so happily that she suddenly bowed.

“… “This is roughly what my mother thinks.”

Although Llewelyn was not one to easily detect a woman’s lies, she could tell one thing.

The current Empress truly did not consider it ‘cool’.

She hoped for her unexpectedness. The unexpectedness that Llewelyn showed during the short time she left on her journey.

“Now, can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

The Empress laughed as if she was interested.