I Became the Wrong Race

232 – Empress (3)

I could vaguely understand what kind of answer the Empress wanted.

They want obviously a plan that only Llewelyn can think of, and that neither the Empress nor Netel can come up with.

But Llewelyn was not a person who could think of such things.

He was not a warrior who dedicated his life to catching the devil, nor was he a hero who gained fame by solving trials in a novel and novel way in mythology.

Llewelyn was a boy. Although she has been exposed to a lot of media, she is an ordinary person who has never really thought of anything on her own.

She had no creativity or brilliant ideas. It will be the same now. Llewellyn thought so himself.

Melody, who held Llewelyn’s hand her, and the Empress, who gazed at Llewelyn with her eyes mixed with various colors in anticipation, did not think so.

“The star wanted me to ascend to heaven and be eaten.”

“What did you give me in return?”

“They say it will protect the world.”

“Wouldn’t it be no different from her mother her’s suggestion her her her?”

The Empress smiles and tilts her head.

As she said, Byul and Netel’s proposals were virtually the same.

The only difference was who it was eaten by and who it was used by. This was true even when looking at likes and dislikes.

Being captured by Netel, being captured by the stars. For Llewellyn, there was no difference.

But after hearing the story, she had no choice but to think about it. If Llewelyn really has no choice and she has to choose between the two, which one would she choose?

‘Stars are a relatively better option… It may be, or it may not be.’

I wasn’t sure. In fact, nothing was certain.

The star is fundamentally transcendent, and he ate the god of fire. He was a crazy guy who thought he was the god of fire.

Netel was a crazy b*tch who didn’t like the method.

If she had to choose between a crazy guy and a crazy b*tch, she couldn’t help but respond with ambiguity no matter who she chose.

Fortunately, the Empress seemed to be displeased with her choice of Netel.

‘I don’t know why.’

It wasn’t a different form of loyalty or something that could be explained by those words.

When asked who she actually serves, she honestly said that she serves Netel, but it also seemed like she did not want Netel to win.

As for Llewelyn, she could not know the Empress well.

Even though she focused on avoiding the current situation, she didn’t know what the right answer was.

And Llewellyn was someone who wasn’t ashamed of the fact that she didn’t know.

“I don’t know you very well.”

The Empress’s eyes stare blankly at Llewelyn. Her eyes and face were not covered by the veil.

“If you serve Netel, why wouldn’t you want Netel to win? It would be normal for her to want Netel to win, even if it means telling me a plausible lie.”

“… “Can I ask that to your face?”

It was Melody who answered, not the Empress. Melody looked quite anxious.

“Like the baby bird said, is it okay to ask that?”

“Why not? “You call her grandma and scratch her, but you don’t kill her.”

“Maybe they really look after him like he’s their grandson.”

“Then I hope people see this as being like a grandson.”

Llewelyn spoke confidently, and the Empress looked down at Llewelyn and smiled.

“I’ll answer just one question. “Choose one.”

“What do you want?”

The Empress did not wish for Netel to win. Rather, she felt, she was hoping that Llewelyn would somehow confuse her and that she would show some wit that would surpass even Nethel and her her her her star her her her, and even her her father her her and the Transcendant.

It wasn’t just because she was the type of person who enjoyed doing that. No matter how much she enjoys it, she doesn’t bet on the fate of the world.

Normal humans are like that. No matter how human the Empress may be, Llewelyn experienced Lorian.

She saw Orthemilia, and she saw how they thought and moved.

She knew that although they were a non-human species, they were in fact no different from humans.

The same would be true for the Empress. Even if he is a madman, it does not mean that he ceases to be human. Similarly, even if he is the leader of three clans, his human side his will still remain.

Moreover, even the God of Fire who became a transcendent person left behind a faintly human part.

So Llewelyn asked the Empress.

“Will it be world peace?”

The Empress gave an answer that was difficult to hear straight away.

Llewellyn, who asked, remains silent and frowns as if he is even puzzled by the melody.

But the Empress spoke confidently and sat cross-legged on the chair she had not known since.

Even when the hem of her long dress rubbed against the floor, not a single speck of dust was raised.

She said, flailing her strange tail, which I don’t know what kind of creature it was.

“While hoping for the eternal existence of the world… Maybe they are hoping that it can somehow be achieved on a humane basis.”

There is no definite answer. It’s close to a question. Llewelyn frowned.

“Are you saying you don’t know?”

She stayed and said she would be helpful, but Melody couldn’t keep up with the conversation. It was a conversation that was only possible between a person with divinity and an empress with power similar to divinity.

It was a conversation that could only be followed with intuition, prior knowledge, and a sense close to a sixth sense.

Although Melody was confused, she narrowed her eyes in an attempt to help Llewelyn. The Empress glanced at Melody and said,

“The first necromancer, the first blood relative, the first shapeshifter. We have something in common.”

The Empress looked at my fingernails. It looks like a normal human fingernail, but it probably isn’t.

“We were all created with a purpose. It was formed by my father’s hands and my mother’s bones, blood, and flesh.”

Without realizing it, Llewellyn thought of Lenia, who was also the first contractor.

If she was the first contractor, her her second contractor she she was definitely her her father her her her.

Netel’s first contractor and a being who later ascended to heaven and became a transcendent.

A transcendent person who creates mourners.

He regretted and mourned the death of humans. Could it be that such a man did not know about the ‘destruction’ that even the Empress now knows about?

Llewellyn had a hunch.

“Netel cooperated.”

“I guess that’s why he was called ‘Father,’ right?”

Although it is a question, it is no different from a definite answer. Llewellyn nodded her head, and the Empress pointed to herself with her smiling face.

“We were created as experimental subjects trying to avoid ‘death’ and ‘destruction’ in different ways, but… At the same time, we were given a new purpose after being created.”

Knowledge that no one in the world, let alone games, knew. Because Llewelyn has the qualifications and credentials, she readily gives out information.

Llewelyn could sense Netel beyond the Empress’s words

Netel was accepting Llewelyn as ‘a person he could talk to’.

It is not simply a tool to eat and use.

I felt like I was being proven to be an equal being who could ask questions, answer questions, and ask questions in return.

Llewelyn bent her upper body forward, and the Empress closed her eyes as she looked at Llewelyn.

Dizzying colors floated beyond her slightly closed eyelids.

“The best-made ‘first’ had value beyond simple experimentation.”

“So you’re saying it’s like this?”

No answer came back. The Empress turned her horse around instead.

“I’m just doing my job. “I am working on a task that is not yet finished.”

Llewelyn thought of Walterok. Surviving for an indefinite period of time for her own tasks, she eventually came to Llewelyn as a champion of her god.

What the Empress said now felt similar to that.

Llewelyn fell silent, and the Empress began to hum her tune.

It was an unfamiliar melody.

“… It’s a song of the empire.”

The melody was a song I knew. She seemed bored, perhaps because the scale of the story was too big, but she was relieved that the songs playing were familiar.

Empire. Llewelyn suddenly remembered someone.

The head of an empire said to be modeled after his older sister.

Netel’s greatest puppet.

It was clear that the Empress was explicitly urging her to ask about the Emperor. Llewelyn opened her mouth even though she was getting fed up with the fact that she was slowly getting used to talking to this ‘crazy b*tch.’

“What is the emperor?”

“It’s similar. It’s a little different.”

“Can’t he replace me with that?”

“If that were the case, it would have been like that already, right? Instead of persuading my difficult and annoying grandson.”

The Empress said so. It wasn’t just Netel’s intention her. It would also include the Empress’s personal interpretation

“In the end, if you want to be truly free, you have to complete the task.”

“My grandson says he’s an idiot, but he’s easier to talk to than I thought. “Maybe I’m not that stupid.”

The Empress stood up. The feeling of intimidation deepened as she slowly approached, and a strange tail, whether that of a snake, a crocodile, or a dragon, appeared like a shadow on the floor.

Llewelyn stared at the tail. A twisted, created being modeled after the chaos of Netel.

That was the empress. I don’t know because I’ve never met the other two, but I had a feeling that I would meet them sooner or later.

“So, what do you want to do? Shall we go and become a well-opened curtain right now?”

Although these words did not contain her true intentions, Melody squeezed Llewelyn’s hand tightly as if she was nervous. The magic power in her body boiled as she prepared to unleash her magic at any moment.

So that you can pour out all your magic with just one whistle, let alone a single verse.

There was no guarantee that even that would work, so Melody was in tears and sweating.

Llewelyn saw such a melody. In fact, she thought a little bit like that at first.

Perhaps because she had no parents when she was young and only received love from her older sister, she was happy that other people loved her, liked her, and cared about her.

It was a bit harsh to think that maybe, just maybe, if she sacrificed herself for the world, everyone would be sad and remember her for a long time.

But she didn’t last long either. If you think about it carefully, it was such a childish thing to do.

What happens after that? Is it right to be happy when I see someone sad for me?

Is it possible to be happy in the first place?

I think it would be better to live together for a long time, be happy, and feel fortunate that we can be together without making such decisions at that time.

Llewelyn thought so. She could feel her resolve her her strengthening as she saw Melody willing to work her her magic her her her, even if it was meant to be dying for her.

Llewellyn said she wasn’t smart. She didn’t know much, and she wasn’t witty.

She didn’t learn much. She had no knowledge to draw from.

But Llewelyn enjoyed the game. She truly enjoyed the world called Grimdark, and she loved it so much that she made it a part of her life beyond just being her older sister.

‘Then you should use it.’

Le Welin reflected on all the media, games, and comics she had enjoyed so far.

“No. I will not become a tool for Netel. If it had been like that now, I would have given up a long time ago.”

“Then what do you plan to do, grandson?”

The Empress bowed as if she was interested. Llewelyn faced the Empress’ shining eyes with interest.

“Are you going to get eaten by the stars?”

“I don’t like that either. I will never give up my body to the stars.”

“Then? “If I throw a tantrum because I don’t want to decide, will I get scolded?”

The Empress slightly raised her hand and pretended to hit him. It may seem simple, but if hit, it has the power to kill even Llewelyn.

And if Llewell Lin was really being rude, she might actually kill her.

That’s not right. Llewellyn smiled briefly.

He soon stopped laughing and opened his mouth. The plan was that the melody she heard she would open her mouth and make the Empress laugh out loud.

It’s confusing, and it’s a simple and ignorant plan that makes you wonder if this will work.

However, it was a method that the Empress would really like.

The Empress led Llewelyn with a satisfied smile.

“Then, shall we go?”

The place where Llewelyn was created and jumped.

The place where it all started.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing how the other two turn out.”

To the air fortress of the three clans.