I Became the Wrong Race

233 – Empress (4)

“Are you sane?”

Llewelyn felt unfair.

As soon as she heard the telegram and was told that she had to somehow get to the air fortress of the three clans, the only response she got was to ask if she was sane.

But Llewelyn did not show it. Even though she is Llewelyn, if someone else than she herself had made such a suggestion, she would have reacted by asking, ‘Are you crazy?’

Aren’t you a colleague with whom you have a trusting relationship?

But Llewellyn said she couldn’t say that she felt unfair.

Llewellyn looked a little gloomy and she noticed.

“I’m sane… It’s not okay… ?”

“The fact that it’s okay is an indicator of how optimistic you are about this situation.”

Llewelyn said she had nothing to say and she became quiet. Because she was actually a bit optimistic.

And she couldn’t help but be optimistic.

Llewellyn knew her own powerlessness. She was already on par with most level 20 players, and she was even divine.

She said it would still take time to fill up, but after a day or two of her her body her her her feeling her her, she seemed to be able to use her miracle again.

It will be difficult for her to rewrite the death of a star, but even that will be possible in about a week.

‘I heard your sister is amazing. How can you spend so much on something like that? .’

“You look kind of unpleasant.”

“It’s not. “It’s a nice expression.”

“You have to insist on insisting.”

Even though Llewelyn was criticized, she did not give up her thoughts.

Although she was actually optimistic, she also believed that nothing could go wrong.

From divinity to her father’s kindness.

Because Llewelyn properly inherited the legacy left by the failure who was her steward, she was able to gain unconditional relationship superiority over anyone in the three clans.

Where is that? As for Llewelyn, her powerlessness she was formidable. She was unable to stop the three clans from escaping and jumping last time, and it was impossible to stop Llewelyn, who had become stronger and capable of limited flight.

Plus, the presence of the Empress. Llewelyn was confident.

“Nothing will happen if you go. The same goes for what you are concerned about.”

However, Lorian, the only member of the group that Llewellyn was trying to take to the air fortress, seemed anxious.

“Even if you say that, you don’t know what will happen, right? The Empress may abandon us, and I’m sorry to say that, but there are two other people with equal power.”

It did make sense. This is a story I would have accepted as possible if the person telling it was not Lorian. However, Llewelyn knew Lorian to some extent.

“Still, I have to go back sometime. There’s nothing more to prepare, and there’s no guarantee that the situation will get better than it is now.”

In Llewelyn’s opinion, Lorian was afraid.

It is different from the feeling of fear. In other words, should I say that it is neither fear nor fear, but a vague kind of hesitation.

Lorian felt uncomfortable returning to the place that was once his home

No matter how tactless Llewelyn was, she couldn’t hastily say something like that. The human heart is more fragile than we think, and it is not impossible for the heart to break first, separate from the mind.

In particular, Lorian’s heart her was soft, unlike his steel spirit her

Llewellyn did not want to place any unnecessary burden on this knight and female knight, who was shocked by the hormones and her own physiology as she became a woman, and who was deeply worried about her past, future, and present of her. Br﹥

“And even if it seems like something is going to happen… “I can feel at ease when I have you.”

But if she lets go, Llewelyn may have to go alone.

Llewelyn spoke to Lorian.

“If something happens, you can get out safely even if you are alone, and they can guide you on the way out. More than anything… “I feel at ease with you.”

Those weren’t just words, they were sincere.

Aside from Lorian, the only person I felt comfortable with was Ortemilia and the ‘old man.’

The rest of the people who could be called colleagues were mostly uncomfortable or lovers, so I couldn’t act very comfortably.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that the lover is uncomfortable, but the comfort that can be shown to the lover and the comfort that can be shown to her friend her her her hers are different.

If Llewelyn was Lorian, it was possible to treat her comfortably.

“Why not?”

Lorian was silent with his arms crossed, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Llewelyn knew that soon she would nod her head.

It’s not like I’m making an expression because I’m truly uncomfortable or displeased.

*

“Long time no see. “Does the prosthetic hand fit well?”

“Yes, it fits. Thank you again…”

“There is no need for that. Because you are doing your part.”

While listening to the conversation between the Empress and Lorian, Llewelyn raised her head and looked at the sky.

There was no air fortress visible beyond the sky. She recalled that it was dark everywhere when she jumped.

As the sky fell, it gradually became brighter. I remembered my body breaking through the clouds and getting wet, with water droplets passing by like rain falling.

The water droplets had no choice but to freeze and fall, fluttering their limbs randomly.

It means that it is at a very high place. It is higher than the clouds and at a distance that cannot be observed with the naked eye.

Llewelyn thought for a moment, ‘Couldn’t there be a transcendental being outside the universe?’ But she didn’t feel like she was being made a fool for asking.

Instead, as she raised her head with an expression of regret or sorrow typical of a man with many thoughts, Lorian was already staring at the side of Llewelyn’s face her her her her.

She was distressed. Because of her fascination, it was not easy for her to maintain a ‘knightly’ attitude.

She had to maintain a cold demeanor to somehow make her relationship work. She was like that just a little while ago.

Because of her cold attitude, she wondered if Llewelyn was sulking, or if she was hurt, but she couldn’t say anything.

She just had to show her cold attitude while quietly following her Llewelyn.

It was still like that.

“It’s not a distance you can see with your eyes, so don’t lose your strength. “You look stupid.”

“It’s not like that. Just…”

Llewelyn silenced her words as she spoke. Lorian felt like she knew why Llewelyn was doing what she was doing.

She must have regretted having to return to the land where she was captured and had to barely escape.

Lorian took a close look at the side face of his her master her her her her. A face she can’t escape from even though she tries not to be charmed.

As Lorian gazed at her admiring expression, Lou Wellin smiled awkwardly.

Lorian didn’t know, but she thought, ‘Does this really look a little stupid?’ That’s why she cared.

Actually, even that was nice to see for Lorian.

It was none of Llewelyn’s business

“So, have you done everything to prepare?”

Without Llewelyn having to say yes, the Empress approached and wrapped her arms around Lorian and Llewelyn’s waist.

A smell that hits you. It was Lorian’s scent. A strangely refreshing yet strangely bloody scent unique to blood relatives.

The Empress had no smell. I don’t know why, but Llewelyn didn’t even have to think about it.

Since it is the seat of a shapeshifter who perfectly controls the body anyway, the smell must have been hidden as well.

The Empress laughed, breaking Llewelyn’s thoughts.

“Even if you’re not ready, there’s no way back now.”

It was as he said. Llewelyn took the Empress’s arms around her waist and gave her body to the woman who was one head shorter than her.

Lorian did the same, and the Empress jumped with such force that her bottom trembled.

Tucquoa ah ah ahhhhh!

It was like the sound of a cannon firing that I once saw in a game. Llewellyn’s vision spread so quickly that she felt as if she had spread her paint haphazardly across her canvas.

Llewelyn’s superiority made it seem that she senses she were far beyond those of a human being, so it was clear that she had tremendous speed.

The sky passes quickly, and the temple that was under her feet a moment ago becomes far away.

The Empress hummed her song.

It was a type of melody I had never heard before. It is a melody that cannot be said to be good even with empty words. The Empress hummed her song and twisted and rotated her body in the air.

Tuhwaaagh!

As it spun, a pair of wings grew behind the Empress’s back and flapped. The wings that seemed to have just protruded from her spine were covered in skin, something that could be called the wings of a dragon.

The wings spread out and begin gliding. Llewelyn suddenly realized that she was at the same altitude as when she had jumped from her air fortress.

The pitch black sky spread out. The sky is so high and blue that you can’t see the clouds and the ground just below.

Llewelyn glided down in the arms of her Empress. Even though she had neither compass nor map, she flew without hesitation.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you like this.”

In the meantime, Lorian opened his mouth as if he was used to it.

There should have been trouble speaking due to the speed of the glide, but Lorian was speaking as if there was no resistance.

‘… There is no wind.’

Since she has incredible speed, she should naturally have a headwind, but Llewelyn could not even feel the wind touching her skin.

‘Why?’

Llewellyn raised her head as she was about to ask her Lorian, and so she looked beyond the sky.

According to my limited knowledge, this was the point where the universe should be visible.

But what catches Llewellyn’s eye is.

‘Tree branches?’

It was something that looked like a crack spreading across the sky.

Branches that are green and shiny. It was wrapped tightly above her her Llewelyn’s head her and beyond her her sky her her her.

Those tree branches stretched out as if connecting two horizons. Neither the stem nor the roots were visible, but Llewelyn knew what it was.

She cut down the Transcendant who was holding the Night God, and when her arm fell.

A leaf blocking the crack carved in the air.

Where did that leaf come from?

Llewelyn found out.

“… Netel.”

“My grandson, you are quick-witted. That’s right.”

At the same time she knew how the air fortress existed.

“The fortress of the three clans is the fruit on Netel’s branches.”

And Netel’s branch is a barrier that isolates transcendental beings from outside the universe.

Llewelyn looked at Netel as if she were fascinated as she was held in the Empress’s arms.

A transcendent being, a godhead, and a being who seeks to take care of this planet.

She is something that at the same time she will not be able to coexist with humans. Llewellyn looked in the direction the Empress was heading with a heavy heart.

I could see the fortress slowly getting closer.

Llewelyn finally returned there.

To the place where I was created and my eyes were opened again.