I Became the Wrong Race

237 – Three Clans (4)

This was Llewelyn’s first time seeing the court bag.

Because you can’t see the court bag in the game, and you never have to see it in real life.

It is rare for Llewelyn, who is a blood bag at best, to see the faces of her blood relatives, and most of the people she sees work with her face covered.

For a moment, she thought, ‘Maybe she was among the workers?’, But Llewelyn quickly denied this thought.

It was because I did not think that a high-ranking official like a palace bag would do such a trivial task.

No matter how close a blood knight is to a ‘knight’.

It was in the same vein as not having a cook.

‘Unless it’s the Black Knight. ‘I don’t cook for myself.’

And considering that for blood relatives, drinking blood and squeezing blood from blood sacs is akin to cooking, this was the first time the royal court and Llewelyn met.

It has to be the first time.

If she had met the courtier on the day Llewelyn escaped, she would have died.

Just by looking at her, Llewellyn recognized it.

‘Same level as the Empress.’

It’s not good news. This meant that even if we fought here, it would be difficult to see good results.

‘Not everything in this world can be achieved through strength.’

When Llewelyn first woke up in the body of a homunculus, she thought that once she left the fortress and was free, she would feel comfortable and at ease, but that wasn’t the case.

There were too many things that couldn’t be done by force. In reality, very little was done through force.

Even if there was, it wasn’t an easy task.

Llewellyn opened her mouth.

“No, I am here of my own will.”

The palace bag twitches its eyebrows. He did not hesitate to reveal the nervous attitude hidden beneath his androgynous appearance.

“Can you say for certain that that is your will? It seems she was just swayed into coming here.”

The blood relatives who guided Llewelyn to the royal court were all embarrassed.

It was because they were captivated by their ‘father’ and also felt the divinity in addition to the deep fatherly energy.

It was a truly blasphemous thought, but for the first time in their lives, they felt repelled by the actions of the royal court.

“I’m already completely possessed.”

Palace Baek looked down at his blood relatives and said. As he stood at the head of the table, his gaze had a dark aura.

“Even the actions of my compatriots may not have been your intention, but it is truly your will that you stand here…”

“What do you need to know?”

Llewellyn didn’t mind though.

“I stood here of my own volition. What explanation do I need?”

He said that rather confidently. Rather than thinking that he wouldn’t fight and lose, it was closer to the fact that he couldn’t find a reason to treat his harsh tone.

“That is correct.”

Surprisingly, the court official accepted the words obediently.

“The only thing that matters is your will and your qualifications. So, let me ask.”

Before I knew it, the royal family arrived. I felt a sense of transcendence that was different from that of the Empress.

If the Empress’s thing is something that tightens her throat like a snake crawling around her neck.

It felt as if something else was flowing in the royal blood.

It was the sensation of feeling a foreign body inside Llewelyn’s blood vessels. A feeling that is so unpleasant that it sends a chill down your spine.

Llewelyn suddenly saw the person standing in front of her.

At first she thought it was a guy.

Among her friends, Llewellyn had people who could be called gisaeng brothers, and she was used to her androgynous appearance.

But when I looked closely, there was something different.

For example, she had an androgynous vibe that reminded me of Lorian.

If Lorian felt like her feminine side was highlighted and maximized, it felt like the palace bag relatively toned down Lorian’s femininity and filled in her masculinity vaguely.

If you see it as a man, it looks like a man, and if it looks like a woman, it looks like a woman. It’s extremely ambiguous.

Is it because it is voiceless? Or did my father have some intention in leading me that way?

I don’t know Llewelyn. It wasn’t something she had to decide now. Llewelyn just faced her court bag in silence.

“What did you come for?”

Before Llewelyn could respond, her courtier’s hand was suddenly placed on Llewellin’s shoulder her her her her. She had a light hand, as if she was dealing with a close friend, but Llewelyn felt her blood magic hidden beneath it.

Depending on her answer, it seems like he will turn Llewellyn into a bloody mess.

Instead of raising her divinity against him, Llewellyn looked into the eyes of the courtier.

“What did you want from me that brought you all the way here, blood bag?”

The courtier saw her Llewelyn as a bag of her blood. She did not see herself as a replacement for her her father her her her, as she possessed her father’s divinity her her her.

The royal court is a fundamentalist. He believed that only a ‘father’ could truly fill that position, and he wanted to kill Llewelyn for this position, even though the possibility was beyond slim.

And depending on the answer, she will gladly kill. Llewelyn took her eyes off the court bag and looked at her floor.

“Llewellyn… !”

Lorian seems to have noticed the situation belatedly and tries to intervene, but Llewelyn stops her with her outstretched hand.

There was a brief flash of strangeness in the eyes of the courtier, but what Llewelyn had to worry about was not the fact that the courtier was amazed at Laurie An.

How to say it.

The purpose is clear. Llewelyn wanted to prevent the destruction of the world. The more forces there are to help, the better.

So, they came to seek help from the three clans, one of the most advanced powers in the world. Although almost half of the suggestions were made by the Empress, the cooperation of the three clans was essential for Llewelyn’s future plans.

Various options appeared in my mind and then disappeared.

I’m not bluffing. It lacks sincerity. I didn’t even want to do that.

He did not raise his divinity by fighting. I didn’t come here to fight.

He did not say that he could stop the war or that he could lead the blood relatives to an advantage in the Cold War. I didn’t have the talent to do that, and I didn’t intend to do that.

War and the Cold War must stop, but … Llewellyn thought that it was not his responsibility to take the lead.

Negotiation, negotiation, persuasion, transaction.

All kinds of words and phrases pass through my head dizzyingly. There was even a saying from Shinsung that this was closer to the correct answer.

Llewelyn closed his eyes to block it out. When it floated again, the palace bag was looking at it with suspicion.

“I want your help.”

The palace bag’s eyes open wide.

“… “What are you talking about?”

“The world is about to end. Not only Netel but even the stars want me to stop it, but I don’t want to choose that method because it would mean abandoning me and giving up my happiness.”

The words that started coming out did not stop. Without the royal servant to stop him, Llewelyn looked at the royal servant and spoke honestly.

“I’m thinking of ways to stop it. Actually, I have a plan, but I really need a lot of help to execute it.”

Sword Saint Society, Black Knights.

Not only the knights of Arba, but also the remnants of the Inquisitors and the few refugees gathered from this new continent.

Even many mercenaries were hired and operated by Lee Hejedia. But it was not enough.

The mixed-blood vampires are growing rapidly to a level comparable to that of their blood relatives, and Ortemilia’s magical help was great.

I realized that the number of people is increasing rapidly and that the increase in strength alone is not enough. Llewelyn’s plan really needed a lot of strength and help.

The experience was like that too. So Llewelyn looked at the palace bag.

And in the eyes of her courtiers, Llewelyn’s eyes were not those of her beggars.

No pleading, no appeal to emotions, just silence.

She was honestly saying that she needed help.

She didn’t look pitiful.

“Gungjung Baek. I don’t know your name, I don’t know your personality, I don’t know what you can do. Honestly, it’s the same with the Empress, but the Empress seems like that kind of person to begin with.”

Llewellyn smiles at first glance. The courtier unknowingly took her hand her from Llewelyn’s her shoulder her her her, and Llewelyn touched her her shoulder her her her and said.

“But I need your help. I, no, I… Phew.”

Llewelyn shakes her head before speaking. He glanced at first glance.

It was self-deprecation.

“Actually, I’m not that great of a guy. I don’t have any talent, and there’s not much I can do. The people around me are amazing, they trust me and follow me… “I came this far because he truly cared about me and thought about my future.”

That thought did not change. I chose the wrong race and became a blood bag, a monster, and a god.

Llewelyn still didn’t think of himself as a great person. Rather, he was an ordinary axis.

What is truly amazing are the people who pioneer their own path without any power or qualifications.

Llewelyn is here because those people helped her.

If it weren’t for any one of them, Llewelyn would have died by the time she fell.

You must have died several times, been taken away, or not even been able to choose.

So Llewelyn was proud.

“With your help, we can accomplish more.”

She confidently asked for help. The courtier laughed at her sincerity.

“… That’s too honest.”

“Because I’m naturally like that.”

Before I knew it, the court official had taken half a step back and was turning his back.

“If you don’t want a path that is only good for Star and Netel… There is also the option of giving one’s body to the ‘Father.'”

‘Father’ has already become a transcendent person. He was eaten and was not his father

Lu Welin shook her head, even though she knew that the courtiers already knew that.

“Because then I won’t be happy.”

“Hmm.”

A royal bag responds with a nasal voice.

Red eyes scanned Lorian, and Lorian bit his lip without realizing it.

“You’re stupid. “He’s too stupid and honest to follow his ‘father’.”

“Living simply is the most comfortable.”

“I don’t trust you yet.”

“Are you okay. “Because you won’t even trust me.”

“And I won’t tell you that you can replace your father.”

Llewelyn shrugged her shoulders. An attitude that seems to be okay with that.

Although her attitude was one of irritation, the courtier endured it with her natural courage, released his hold on her back, and held out her hand.

“But it would be okay to hear your proposal and your plan with the Empress. Only when the world is destroyed will the task of regaining ‘father’ become more distant.”

Even though he knew that the fastest way to meet was for the world to end and the heavens to open, he was a fundamentalist.

I hope this first blood demon gets the ending she seeks, in the way she seeks.

So, when Luwell Lin, the courtier, took her outstretched hand, she smiled at first glance. As if he was very tired.

Even though he thought he had become distant again, he could not escape from the origin he had established.

Because he was made that way and has lived his whole life like that.

It was different from Lorian.

*

The royal court ordered the guests to leave and went back to wait for the Empress to come.

Llewelyn thought she was okay with this and stopped when she noticed no footsteps following her.

When she turned her head, Lorian was there. A girl-like blood relative, curling up the hem of her clothes, biting her lip and looking at the ground.

‘Why are you saying that all of a sudden?’

Llewellyn approached without much thought, and Lorian approached and saw a pair of feet suddenly appearing in the corner of his vision of her.

“What’s the matter? “Where does it hurt?”

Blood relatives do not experience diseases or anything like that. However, mental illness is an exception. Lorian could not fathom his own madness her

Is it because I have been charmed for a long time, is it a side effect of the curse, or is it because I noticed something?

She couldn’t suppress this mental illness.

“Lorian?”

Unable to answer her calling her, Lorian pondered her her own strangeness her her her her.

‘… I feel bad.’

She couldn’t forget the scene where the courtier shook hands with Llewelyn. She couldn’t get the conversation with her hand on his shoulder out of her mind.

It was like that even though it was a scene where all of that could have happened and it was only right to pass by.

It felt like black blood was flowing through her heart and throughout her body. Lorian looked at Llewelyn.

That mental illness seemed to get better only when I was looking at Llewelyn.

Lorian walked first, brusquely pushing her master away who was looking at her with concern.

She thought she needed to find a solution.