I Became the Wrong Race

236 – Three Clans (3)

“Even if I hit him in the face…”

[Mourning]

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As Llewelyn looked at the message that appeared in the corner of her vision her, she unconsciously touched her face her her her her.

I didn’t expect that her fist would come out just because she teased her a little, but her fist stretched out like that was a force that could not be taken lightly.

Because she even hit him with a prosthetic hand. She probably unconsciously assumed that hitting with her right hand was non-lethal because she was left-handed.

‘If it weren’t for me, you would have died. ‘This.’

It’s a shame because I reflexively applied the Precious Blood, which can now be used almost semi-automatically, to her face and endured it with high health.

Otherwise, even Llewelyn’s face could have been crushed.

‘No, I think it really caved in.’

Llewelyn grabbed the bridge of her nose and pinched her with a crackling sound, pulling the blood out of her nose with her snorts.

“Even if it were me, if her head was completely smashed, she could die.”

Although the death of the homunculus is basically based on the cutting of her neck.

On the one hand, there were some areas where the boundary was a bit ambiguous. For example, the typical method was to crush the head her rather than cut off the neck her.

Even in that case, the homunculus dies.

But it was okay to have her head pierced by a spear. Unless you are a mourner, your consciousness must be cut off, but you will not die. If you can save it in time, you won’t die.

But what if you shoot her in the head with a siege weapon like a ballista?

Die. The head may not fall off cleanly, but it dies with only fragments of the head remaining.

Even if the head is not completely destroyed but partially destroyed, if the head falls off, the person dies. Conversely, even if the head is destroyed so severely, if part of the head remains, there are cases where the animal survives.

The death of the homunculus was so ambiguous.

It was something that Llewellyn had also experienced.

Llewelyn’s first death. She was the fruit on Netel’s branch when she tried to escape by jumping from the air fortress.

He was dead After being shattered, she was resurrected with the help of someone who may not be her father or Netel her her.

Afterwards, he was decapitated by Lorian and returned to the world with the words, “There will be no next chance.”

Thanks to the knack for handling mortality and divinity that she acquired at that time, Llewelyn was able to climb the stairs of her divinity in earnest.

Although I was grateful, there was something a little disappointing about it. First of all, having my head cut off didn’t feel very good.

“Are you really planning to kill me again?”

This was said half-jokingly. The other half is annoying. I expected Lorian to complain, or for her to say that she shouldn’t say it out loud.

Lorian was embarrassed, worried, and depressed.

“Well, I didn’t mean to do that. Just… Little… I got annoyed…”

“Uh…”

Lorian lowers his head while wriggling his hands. Even though he said it as a joke, if the reaction was like this, he couldn’t make fun of it.

Llewelyn was at a loss for words, and Lorian glanced at Llewelyn and swept his prosthetic hand with his other hand.

Even though he is massaging it, he probably doesn’t feel it. All that remains is the cold touch of the left hand

It felt like I was touching armor or metal, not my arm his. Every time Lorian got that feeling, he felt strange.

It was a scar carved by Llewelyn. Considering that all blood relatives may imitate her appearance, it was Lorian’s unique trait engraved by Llewelyn.

It was something that no one could imitate. The power of the stars does not fall on blood relatives, and if they do not fall cleanly with the power of the stars, they will choose to regenerate rather than attach new arms.

Becoming a woman’s body was like that too, but considering that it can be recreated in a similar way.

‘… I’m so fucking depressed.’

Llewellyn looked at Lorian like that and barely opened his mouth.

“No, me too…” ” Well, I did it as a joke…”

It was like when she said something wrong and her partner sitting next to her cried. Llewelyn stuttered as she tried to say something.

‘What should I say?’

First of all, if we focus on making Lorian feel better, the words that will come out are obvious.

‘It wasn’t really to the point of death?’

But to tell the truth, she would have died if not for Llewelyn. Even though Laurie Ahn knew about it, she may not have controlled her powers, but looking at her reaction now, it doesn’t seem like that was the case.

‘It was okay because it was a water fist?’

Lorian knew best that that was not the case. She was an excellent knight, and she knew very well the attacks she would have.

‘Now that I’ve mentioned it, I’m asking, are you sure your period is over?’

You shouldn’t do this. Even Llewelyn knew that.

She eventually comes to the conclusion that she has nothing to say. Llewelyn purred her lips, sighed, and flopped down on her bed.

Lorian, who was naturally standing there, looked at her blankly, but Llewelyn didn’t feel like saying anything.

Originally, the Lorian he knew was easy-going and considerate, just like his man, so he was easy to hang out with.

Now, I felt like Lorian’s ‘feminine’ side had become stronger.

It may be because of menstruation, or there may be other reasons. Llewellyn took a moment to choose her words.

“I understand why you feel soggy when you come back. It must have been out of control.”

Lorian’s red eyes turn to Llewelyn.

She spoke without even knowing the emotions behind it.

“But you’re the only one I can trust. Earlier, I was joking and asked if I was going to kill him again… Even though she said so.”

Llewelyn’s gray eyes also turned to Lorian.

“I trust you. Because you won’t kill me. No matter what happens, he is the one who would rather kill himself than kill me.”

“… Llewelyn.”

Llewelyn smiled when her name was called. Once she opened her mouth and began to speak, she seemed to feel at ease without knowing why.

“So don’t be so depressed. You keep saying that…”

But she was only at ease until the last word. Llewelyn scratched her head in shame as she spoke.

“I’m worried.”

Lorian bit her lip as she listened to her new master.

It was a temptation hard to resist. My mind is still confused and I can’t calm down.

Why are you saying things like that?

‘I’m not dissatisfied.’

But it’s perplexing. Lorian wondered what the intention was for saying such a thing and immediately came to a conclusion.

‘Did you really care about me?’

The reason he came to Lorian, who was shivering alone on the terrace, and spoke to her, and the fact that he even timidly spoke to her now, while noticing her.

Because everyone has Lorian in mind. Just thinking about that fact made Lorian feel warm in his heart.

She removed her hand from her caress and gazed hesitantly at Llewelyn.

“I… Does he seem like someone I should be worried about?”

Llewelyn widened her eyes, and Lorian wet her lips with her tongue.

“I am a knight. A knight who swears loyalty to you and is willing to sacrifice his life for you. That’s how I am as a master-“

“I guess so.”

A meaningless remark that came out while interrupting the conversation. Lorian looked at Llewelyn with wide-open eyes, but Llewelyn didn’t seem to care much about her.

Rather.

“I think of you as a friend rather than a knight, servant, or squire.”

He spoke confidently.

And those words had the power to make Lorian who heard them stop and stare blankly.

It was something completely unexpected. Lorian pursed her lips for a moment and then frowned, pretending to be in a bad mood.

“That sounds incredible. I’m here because I want to be your friend…”

“Really?”

It is a voice that weakens the heart.

A voice that clearly sounds like you’re really depressed.

Lorian glanced at Llewelyn with an expression as if she were a sinner, and as soon as she saw her, she closed her eyes tightly.

The eyes of her were like those of an abandoned puppy.

The look on his face reminds me of when Huey begged him to play and he pushed him away, saying he was training. Lorian took a deep breath and barely opened his trembling lips.

“No, now that I think about it, we are friends… “

And the road was closed.

For some reason, even she doesn’t know the reason.

If I answered yes, I felt like I was crossing a path from which there was no return.

Rather than feeling like I shouldn’t say it, it’s closer to not wanting to.

It felt like Lorian didn’t want that to happen.

‘If it’s Llewellyn, she’d be a decent friend.’

It wasn’t even a feeling of dislike. Rather, Lorian quite liked the man named Llewelyn.

He’s often generous, but sometimes he’s cute.

Although he had a quirky and mischievous side at times, he was basically a person who took care of his people.

I became familiar with the consideration and kindness that came out for no apparent reason. It was a kind of softness that was unfamiliar to Lorian.

‘But why… ‘ ‘You don’t like it, do you?’

Llewelyn was good. For her friend, this is a passing grade. Rather, I felt like she was just a friend who could easily put each other down.

But Lorian did not want to be her friend.

A type of feeling that even she herself couldn’t easily explain. Llewellyn had a worried look on her face beneath her deliberately pitiful expression, and even Lorian looked at it with pain.

Before she knew it, Lorian’s hand came up and grabbed her chest. He had a painful expression. Even though the heart was not even beating, Lorian felt bad because his chest was tight for some reason.

So Lorian could not answer.

She didn’t even have a chance to answer anyway.

“Hey, Mr. Llewelyn.”

A voice was heard outside the door. Llewellyn turned her head and glanced at her door.

“The courtier has arrived. “He said it was urgent and ordered us to bring him here immediately.”

This person is different from the squire who left a little while ago. Even though Llewelyn knew he wouldn’t wait, she kept her eyes on Lorian.

“Are you okay? Suddenly his expression he got worse… Should I go alone? Would you like to rest for a bit?”

Worries and consideration dripping down her head. Lorian shook her head, trying hard to get her mind together. Her hair was flying, and she was shaking her head desperately, which made Llewelyn scared.

“Yeah, really? Okay. Then…”

Llewellyn picked up Lorian’s beheading sword and handed it to him. Lorian took her beloved sword and placed it back on her waist, taking a deep breath.

‘It definitely wasn’t like this before I left.’

She walked after Llewellyn, wondering if she had come to this space, the fortress.

The door opened, and I saw a blood relative who had come to guide Llewelyn and Lorian to the court chamberlain.

I could see him smiling and fawning within a stone’s throw of Llewelyn.

I felt bad without knowing why. It was different from when I felt at ease and felt friendly because all my blood relatives were people I had to protect and they were my compatriots.

It feels like a soggy feeling settles into my heart and fills it. It felt like every nook and cranny of my blood vessels was filled with anger and irritation, as well as an unknown cloudy emotion beyond that.

Lorian didn’t know the name of that feeling. He felt a feeling he had never felt before.

She had no way of knowing that from her emotions, down to her soul and even the blood stagnating in her veins, she was in the process of being transformed into a woman. She is from a race that has never experienced a woman before.

Lorian just walked behind Llewellyn, holding the hem of her dress, and soon they reached the huge auditorium.

There was a palace bag there.

A face of indeterminate gender, pure white hair, a solemn look with his back turned, and a uniform that fits neatly to the body.

A beautiful woman with thin limbs, tall stature, and short hair that contrasts with her somewhat sickly appearance.

The royal court passed through Lorian and looked at Llewellyn.

That alone seemed to make the sticky blood run wild in Lorian’s heart.

Lorian noticed it too late.

She must have completely lost her mind.

Receiving her jealous gaze, Gungjeongbaek said.

“The Empress sent it.”

With unmistakable confidence.