I Became the Wrong Race

238 – Three Clans (5)

I vaguely thought I needed to find a solution.

In reality, there was nothing Lorian could do. Rather, there was no solution at all.

I have never had a mental illness, and even if I had, I don’t think it would have been like this.

It was meaningless as it was an assumption, but even if he had experienced the same symptoms, he wouldn’t have come up with a solution.

Lorian intuitively knew that. When he returned to the room and saw Llewell Lin stretching out, he realized it deeply.

“Ugh, I’m tired. “I’m tired.”

Lorian looked at Llewellyn’s stretched out belly her, slightly exposed.

It was a well-trained ship. Since she was a blood sac, there was no need for training.

Llewellyn was working hard even to Lorian. Every day, when she had time, she exchanged swords with Lucilla and Melody, and even invited the sword saint who was in her recovery period to compete with her sword.

Lorian also hung out sometimes. And she felt that Llewellyn was not at the same level as when she cut her head.

I was happy with the growth. She also liked the changes in her body that matched her growth her her her.

Llewelyn’s body was at a great level back then, but it was at a completely different level now.

The muscles of her entire body became elastic so that she could give and receive force fluidly, and the utilization of her joints, which were lacking compared to her physical capabilities, increased significantly and her movements she became more lively.

Soft, natural and flexible. Lorian loved feeling Llewelyn’s muscles

In her heart, she wanted to put her hands on that body and feel the blood flowing down that body. Every single blood vessel, the movement of her muscles, the flow of her her her her her.

But it didn’t happen. Lorian, so to speak, was hardly suitable for Llewelyn’s her training her her her her. Sometimes she would go, but most of the time she would just watch or leave her place.

The reason was here and now. Lorian glanced at his exposed stomach, with a glimpse of split muscles.

Her eyes widened. Her hands were clenched and writhing without realizing it.

This too is definitely fascinating. She didn’t doubt it, but she also thought so.

Indeed, if that is fascination, does it mean that liking and thoughts for which one can understand the reason are not fascination?

Or, if it is even a fascination, how much of it is her idea and how much is not?

Lorian didn’t know the answer. Although she had lived a long time, it was the first time she had been charmed.

Llewelyn, who was relaxed and relaxed without knowing Lorian’s intentions, stretched out peacefully and approached.

“Well, if you have that kind of personality, I’ll at least give you a tip in advance. “I was anxious because I didn’t know what was going to happen.”

I say it with a smile, but it was probably actually like that. Although Llewelyn spoke honestly a little while ago, she looked anxious.

Fortunately, things worked out well, but Lorian knew that Llewelyn was right.

“Sorry. I…”

“No, this bastard is digging into the ground again. Who wants an apology?”

So what? When Lorian opened her eyes, Lew Welyn was shocked and smiled awkwardly.

“I just tried it. Why do you care so much? We are friends.”

Lorian didn’t even like that. Lorian didn’t even accept her as her friend, but it felt like she had already concluded that Llewelyn was her friend.

No. Is that really what she doesn’t like? Because she did as she pleased, and because she was handling Lorian as she pleased?

‘… Isn’t it actually the opposite?’

It is a momentary but sharp insight. Lorian pondered over the thoughts that came to his mind and closed his eyes in considerable embarrassment.

‘That can’t be possible.’

Lorian is a blood knight. He is an executioner recognized by his entire blood family, and he possesses outstanding martial arts skills that are easily recognized among his blood relatives.

As she became a woman, she lost some of her previous skills and physical abilities, but she caught up through training, adaptation, and practice. As she did so, Lorian became a completely different person than she was before.

Of course, this does not mean there is no backlash. When she became a woman, what she got was poor physical condition and depression due to menstruation at regular intervals, and an unknown mania towards Llewelyn.

Although she was quiet now that they were alone in her room, Lorian’s stomach twisted just to see her Llewelyn talking to someone else than herself.

Her her heart her her her, which was not beating, seemed as if it would jump out of her body her her her.

The blood was viscous and stuck to her blood vessels, causing anemia, and it felt like goosebumps running along the back of her neck.

Her eyes were hot for no reason, and I felt like tears might come out if I wasn’t careful.

And again, she had a weak thought that it wouldn’t be strange if that happened, and that it might actually be okay.

She is the executioner of her blood relatives, and she, a knight of blood, sheds her tears.

She is something unacceptable to Lorian. But Lorian couldn’t help it.

Because it was truly a physiological reaction. Just seeing Llewelyn talking to another woman made her judgment distorted.

‘You’re crazy. Even if I’m crazy, I’m definitely crazy.’

It’s disgraceful. A blood knight who is supposed to serve his master with loyalty shows strange feelings toward Llewelyn, who should be his new master his, and speaks bluntly with the mouth he is supposed to assist and be loyal to.

You have to speak kindly and like a knight while maintaining loyalty.

That wasn’t easy either. As soon as she faced Llewelyn and opened her mouth, the words did not come out.

As if filtered through a strainer, only the harshest words remain. The words that came to my mind did not come out of my mouth, and only the words that remained on my tongue were blurted out.

It was still like that.

“I remember you said you didn’t consider me a friend.”

Llewelyn stops. She looks at Lorian with wide, shocked gray eyes.

Lorian’s heart pounded as she looked at that expression. Poor. It’s a pity, I’m sure, but…

It was a little cute. Why is it cute? Lorian rolled his eyes for no reason.

“We… “It would be more correct to call them servants and their masters rather than friends.”

It was an excuse that he came up with with great effort, but Llewelyn was not convinced. He had a sullen expression on his face, and Lorian could not make eye contact with Llewellyn and rubbed his forearm her.

Ambivalence filled her.

She thought she would like to see more of Llewelyn’s hurt expression, but she didn’t want to, because it broke her heart to see that expression.

I want to reassure you by saying that I don’t think that way, that I actually think of you as a friend.

But it’s impossible. Lorian intuitively knew that it was impossible.

I didn’t know why.

“Where is that? “How long have we been together?”

Actually it’s not that long. But the density is different. If Lorian said that, she couldn’t refute it, but it felt strange.

Suddenly other women came to mind.

People who clearly appear to have a deep relationship with Llewelyn.

“… Are Isla, Melody, and Lucilla friends?”

Llewelyn was shocked at the exact name that came out.

The mere fact that the names of Lie Hejedia and Eshaterna do not appear proves that Lorian is not lacking in tact. Llewelyn was speechless, and Lorian did not miss Llewelyn’s reaction.

“Why are they not friends and I am?”

“That’s it.”

“Can you explain?”

Llewelyn swallowed her saliva with a chill she didn’t know why.

The reason is obvious. Isla, Melody, and Lucilla are lovers.

Because it’s not Lorian.

Even though they are the same woman, they are treated clearly differently. It couldn’t be dismissed as special treatment.

That’s why Lorian didn’t have a good expression. Crossing her arms, she was caught up in her emotions without even knowing why she was doing this.

“That… It’s hard to explain…”

Lorian knew she was being swayed by her emotions, but she couldn’t stop it.

If that is possible, how can we call it an emotion? Lorian looked at her troubled Llewelyn and closed her eyes.

When she looks she doesn’t get angry so she closes her eyes. She sighs. As the breath filled inside her exhales, she regains some sense and whispers.

Is this right? What did Llewelyn do wrong to be like this?

You are a knight, and Llewelyn is a master to serve, so behave accordingly.

That is correct. That’s definitely true.

“Well, do you really hate being friends with me? Why…”

Lorian opened her eyes. Those words were somewhat annoying.

Even though he knew everything, he seemed to be turning away. Lorian looked at Llewelyn without even knowing her feelings or reason.

The situation is also not suitable. This could potentially be an enemy camp, and if things go even a little wrong, Lorian and Llewelyn would have to jump off this air fortress and try to escape.

But Lorian couldn’t argue or ask and move on.

The size of the emotion was not small enough to ask and move on. Like a snowball rolling and growing in size, Lorian slowly felt the emotion dragging him down.

In addition, the expression on Llewellyn’s face was sad.

After blinking, Lorian lowered his eyes.

I felt guilty watching it. Is there any excuse? Lorian remembered why she had punched Llewellyn in the face just a moment ago, and she thought about using that as an excuse.

“Ah, I understand.”

At the words that Llewell Lin spoke first, she raised her head with her eyes wide open.

“Are you doing that because you’re hungry?”

Naturally, I frown.

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“What is that…”

“Naturally, people get angry easily when they are hungry.”

It is commonly called hangry. Lorian, who didn’t know that, was about to ask what kind of nonsense that was, but then he realized that it was a good excuse to use.

“… Yeah, maybe so. Because I haven’t been able to drink your blood for a while. Slow supply was necessary.”

He suddenly became an ugly blood knight who got angry at his master because he was hungry, but Lorian thought that this would lead to the best outcome.

“Sorry. Still, if possible, say something when you feel like drinking. Otherwise you wouldn’t know. “It’s not a regular thing, I forget it often.”

Llewelyn smiled awkwardly and shyly. Well, the last blood supply was quite a long time ago. Lorian agreed, thinking that it would be better to at least consume blood since it was already like this.

“Then…”

When Lewell Lin took off her jacket and threw it away, she was shocked and froze.

I had the illusion that my heart, which was not beating, was beating violently. That body caught my eye.

Blood vessels wriggling under the cracked muscles and blood containing the sacred blood flowing powerfully along those vessels.

A body where such divinity actively moves throughout the body following the heartbeat.

The moment you see any blood relative, it is a body that will make you thirsty and drool as if you are starving.

But that’s not all. Lorian vaguely felt the ‘femininity’ within me reacting.

Even if you don’t know why that is or what exactly caused the change.

While Lorian was speechless, Llewelyn approached.

“I took it off without getting any blood on it, so drink in peace.”

As if he was trying to relieve his regret her in this way.

Lorian could not bear it any longer.

Her long patience she was in vain, and she approached Llewellyn as if she possessed.

Blaming it all as Llewelyn’s fault.