I Became the Wrong Race

235 – Three Clans (2)

For Llewellyn, she was confident.

Since she couldn’t turn off or remove the fascination she had acquired anyway, she had the intention of taking advantage of it. Even though she wasn’t there, it was wise to take advantage of what was available to her.

Llewelyn lived on bags of her own blood for a year. The time when she was a bag of blood was longer than the time when she was not a bag of blood.

So even if she takes advantage of her blood relatives, she feels guilty.

‘… It seems like there is a little bit.’

That was Llewelyn’s weakness.

She has a hard time being harsh to people who like her.

She was not a person who was certain to make and break things. So Llewelyn looked at these people with mixed feelings, whose way of thinking she was gradually changing under the influence of her fascination.

And it wasn’t just Llewelyn. Next to Llewelyn, Lorian had a similarly confused expression.

She said, “She said she would show me to the courtier, but… ” Since you are currently away, I think you will have to wait a bit.”

A blood relative bowing down with a pitiful expression, as if his heart was melting. Llewelyn asked why her attitude had changed so much. Instead of pushing her, she nodded her head quietly.

“I will show you a place to rest while you wait. “This way.”

Dozens of blood relatives who boasted androgynous looks stared at Llewellyn as she passed by. Even though the Empress was quietly following her, no one paid any attention to her.

Everyone was looking straight at Llewelyn. Is it because she spread Llewelyn’s barely recovered divinity?

When they realized that she was like her father through her her divinity her her her, the boundaries in their attitude her her disappeared, and the place where the boundaries disappeared was quickly replaced by fascination.

The result is this. Even in the midst of all the chaos, Llewellyn said it was convenient, and she wondered if even this convenience was what ‘her father her’ intended.

Even when she raised her head, what she could see was a universe that was cloudier and darker than the night sky. There was a ‘Father’ out there, but I didn’t know how or why it existed.

She wouldn’t look worried and keep looking, but Llewellyn held her head high to divert her eyes from the guilt of deceiving those who were fascinated by her.

The ceiling was cloudy. Before jumping for the first time, she looked at it without thinking and it was unlikely to be remembered by her.

Who would have guessed that the universe beyond is a black and cold universe filled with suspicious people called transcendents.

Llewellyn laughed as she realized that Grimdarker’s view of the world was more hopeless than she had thought.

“I… Are you okay?”

“… Yes, it’s okay. Just…”

Is it okay to say this? Llewellyn hesitated.

Beyond this ceiling, how many people are shadowing the world.

And how hungry they were.

They are the ones who will willingly rush in and eat all humans to get their fill, just for the sake of a moment’s pleasure, even if it is less than a handful of prey.

Is it okay for me to know that?

Llewelyn hesitated, as if it was natural. The person in front of her is a blood relative. She was no ordinary human being. She has surpassed humans, and her spirit is also greatly different from humans.

But it didn’t seem like I could easily get over this shock.

There’s even the fact that the world is about to be destroyed, and if nothing is done, those transcendental beings will definitely invade this world.

It was too much information even for an ordinary being. That’s why Llewelyn hesitated.

The blood relative must have sensed the hesitation and quietly lowered his head, indicating that there was no need to speak.

It was a quick-witted blood relative. It is said that he has lived his entire life as a squire of blood knights.

Lorian also knew him. It was spherical. To be exact, it was a familiar face from when Lorian had a more muscular body and proudly jumped down to catch Llewelyn.

He said he didn’t see me when he came back. Because it’s disgraceful, because it’s a failure.

He said he avoided it because he was embarrassed and had no reputation. To borrow Llewellyn’s language, it meant that he was avoiding it out of embarrassment.

‘What now?’

When Llewell Lin saw Laurie Ahn, as expected, Laurie Ahn’s face turned a little red.

This is in contrast to other blood relatives whose facial expressions may change, but their faces do not turn red.

Is it because she became a ‘woman’ even though she was a blood relative? The curse engraved deep within her body seemed to be making her both her human and her kin.

As he walked next to Llewelyn without showing any shame, Llewelyn was proud of Lorian.

As expected, Lorian was trustworthy. Because she was one of the few who could be called Llewelyn’s close friend.

Whether you actually think that way is a separate question.

“Can I get you two rooms?”

Before Llewelyn could say anything, Lorian opened her mouth.

“One is enough. As a knight, I have a duty to assist my master.”

She spoke confidently. There was something about it that sounded like an excuse to Llewelyn, but it didn’t seem like it to her blood relatives.

Or maybe she was just so deeply fascinated that she easily forgot what she noticed.

He bowed his head and led Llewelyn and Lorian away.

I could see the fortress where Llewelyn once escaped and destroyed everything.

The place where she first mourned after seeing the blood bag that she had mistaken for her sister her death her death.

So I became a mourner, fought Lorian, and ran away.

I remembered that the whole journey began when I jumped.

Llewelyn stopped several times as she passed along a path that was particularly familiar to her.

“Why are you doing this? Even if you feel uncomfortable…”

Llewellyn quietly shook her head and followed.

What would have happened if she hadn’t run away then?

I wasted so much time waiting for the world to fall, but did it really end up being destroyed?

Or maybe Netel did something to buy time.

What happened to my sister and Melody, and what happened to Isla?

I couldn’t figure it out. But she wasn’t even curious.

Llewellyn believed that the choices she made and the results she were best. When she thought that way, she felt at ease.

Because she did the best she could at every moment so she wouldn’t have any regrets.

So she got here. Llewellyn walked down a path she had not taken when she escaped and before she knew it she had reached the room.

It was a large room. It was a room that looked like it would be used by an ‘adult’ of the blood family.

The spacious room had all the necessary furniture, and there was a huge bed in the center.

What catches the eye is the location of the bed. The bed was surrounded by a structure that could be called a pavilion or pavilion.

It is far from flashy and practical. I thought I could get hurt if I fell while sleeping there.

Considering that the person writing it is a blood relative, there would be no problem. Llewelyn did her best to hide her subtle shyness.

“How is it? One time… This is the accommodation that Hertol used.”

Of course. Llewellyn tried not to voice her thoughts.

“It’s good. “Please come and visit us when the royal court returns or if you have anything to tell us.”

“Ahhh… Of course! I will definitely do that.”

The blood relative smiles brightly and steps back. Llewelyn watched the blood relative leave her and then entered her room her her her her.

The room was U-shaped, perhaps because of the pavilion surrounding the bed.

The entrance was at the top of the letter C, so it was difficult to see the other side properly.

‘… Fire place? They must be a species that doesn’t need to maintain body temperature.’

As can be seen from the fact that they were fundamentalists, they placed great importance on form. Even Llewelyn, who knew full well that he was clueless, noticed this, so their obsession was quite high.

But it wasn’t bad. Llewelyn entered her room, and the Empress was already gone.

“… “Have you seen where the Empress went?”

She said, “She left for a moment to go to the shapeshifters and give them some instructions.”

“That’s right.”

I was so anxious. She wondered if it might be a case of ‘betrayal’.

It was a reasonable suspicion. It wouldn’t be strange if the Empress said this wasn’t fun and led the transformation tribe to attack her for making it fun.

But there was no anxiety. The Empress herself is powerful, but it’s not clear whether she can win yet.

I had a feeling that it would be possible to roast and boil all the shapeshifters that the Empress brought with her.

‘I realized it. The core of the agitation.’

Llewelyn had many means. Even though she is divine, she brings irresistible charm and persuasiveness, when combined with her father’s kindness and qualifications of her, and Llewelyn’s knowledge of her.

It seemed like there was nothing she couldn’t do to persuade the three clans. So Llewelyn entered her room without hesitation and looked around her.

There was a round table not far from the entrance where you could eat, read a book, chat, or drink tea.

There was a bookshelf, and when Llewelyn looked at it, there were old books whose meanings came to mind in translation.

And when she turned her head and looked at the other side, it was decorated with something that looked like a badge or the remains of a monster.

It was a part that gave an idea of the nature of the red beast Hertol. Llewelyn walked through the room, feeling bitter as she remembered that she had to kill him in the end.

In addition, there are many pieces of furniture that Llewelyn is not familiar with. Llewelyn’s thoughts arose as she looked at the furniture that was faithfully implemented even though her blood relatives probably did not need it.

I thought she might be obsessed with humanity because she couldn’t have it.

So, she declared that she was a knight like a human, and it was difficult to say that she was actually related by blood, but maybe she was called a blood relative.

Llewelyn was nervous as she wondered what kind of personality the so-called court white would have.

I wonder if I will be able to persuade even the royal court.

Passing by Llewelyn, Lorian walked around the room, unsheathed the sword and placed it against the bed.

“For some reason, the sword was unsheathed.”

Lorian’s face turns towards Llewelyn for a moment. Emotions were rare in the blank gaze

A gaze that makes Llewellyn flinch without realizing it.

Llewellyn smiled awkwardly as she faced Lorian looking at her.

“Well, because I always wear it… I wonder if the house is nice…”

“That’s right. “I haven’t been gone that long, but it feels like I’ve been back for a really long time.”

Lorian said and he sighed. She swept down her other forearm with her prosthetic arm, almost supported her back, and turned her head.

That emotionless yet indifferent attitude.

The cold, even irritating attitude he has been showing for a while now.

Llewelyn pondered and opened her mouth.

“… Lorian. “I have a serious question.”

Her exposed shoulders are shocking. Lorian looks at her Llewelyn with her slightly red face.

Llewelyn swallowed her saliva and asked her knight who was looking at her like that.

“Do you still have your period?”

Poop!

He fell down holding his face from the intense pain that followed.