I Became the Wrong Race

242 – Lorian (4)

When people open their eyes in the morning, there are moments when they especially do not want to open their eyes.

It may be because of accumulated stress, or it may simply be because you are tired.

However, to clarify the difference between the two, it could be distinguished as whether you don’t want to open it or not.

And Llewelyn was the former. I didn’t want to float. Her body is comfortable and the place she lies down is comfortable, so I’m already worried about what happens afterward.

She knew that it would be difficult or impossible to bear the weight of her crime, and that the victim would not pursue it or pay for it.

So Llewelyn closed her eyes, wishing that time would stop like this.

“Llewelyn.”

But she couldn’t escape reality forever, and Llewelyn slowly opened her eyes to the soft voice of Lorian calling her.

“… Lorian.”

When she turned her head, she saw Lorian. The knight lay down with Llewellyn’s arm as a pillow with a troubled expression.

She was looking up at Llewellyn, her face streaked with dried tears.

“I think I need to get up soon.”

She spoke calmly. She also recovered quickly from what she had been doing a moment ago.

If it had been Lucilla, Isla, or Melody, she would have been sick for a long time and couldn’t do anything.

Does this mean that it is a species that transcends humans in its own way? She said to herself, then raised herself and wrapped the torn dress in her Llewellyn’s hands.

A surprisingly nonchalant look. Even though her lower body was completely exposed, Lorian was dressed and tying her hair as if nothing had happened.

It was an action that made Llewellyn look blankly.

‘What? ‘Did I dream?’

Llewelyn thought so for a moment, but when she saw the liquid flowing from between Lorian’s legs her, she knew it couldn’t be true.

“Lorian, are you okay?”

“Hmm?”

Rather, Lorian looks at him curiously. Llewellyn was rather taken aback by her seemingly innocent eyes.

“No, me and…” “Because I did that…”

“Something like that… Oh, you mean vampires?”

While Llewellyn was puzzled, she smiled briefly.

With a refreshing smile on his face, Lorian spoke as if nothing had happened.

“It’s a side effect that occurs when you drink blood, so it can’t be helped, right? Although the solution is a bit extreme… Because I felt good. “I don’t care.”

On the contrary, she seemed honest, and it was only then that Llewellyn noticed.

Lorian has no knowledge. In fact, he had never been interested in humans enough to know about this behavior.

‘No, but I think I understood the term physical relationship…’

Previously, he said that he had decided to have a relationship with his older sister and accept her as a lover.

When Lorian heard those words, he seemed quite shocked.

‘When I saw things like that, I felt like I knew.’

Llewelyn looked at Lorian suspiciously, and Lorian tilted his head at the look in his master’s eyes.

My sweat-soaked hair was gently swaying.

An expression that says you have no idea. She is a Lorian who is not good at lying, so it would be obvious if she was hiding something.

It’s not noticeable. Llewellyn was puzzled by that and scratched her head.

“Well, do you know what we did?”

“Wasn’t it a solution to the side effects? “You said that, I’ll solve it.”

It was true. Llewellyn said she was not confident that she could do a quick sex education, so she drew a lump.

That’s why Llewelyn was confident. She doesn’t know that what happened to Lorian is a ‘physical relationship’.

Likewise, not knowing what can happen to that body.

Llewelyn was sweating and she was worried.

Should I open my mouth and tell her the truth and bring her own misfortune?

Or will she just pretend not to know and accept the tragedy that will come in the future?

The conclusion was obvious. Llewellyn said, ‘Hmm, her skirt is getting shorter so I can see all of her buttocks.’ She grabbed Lorian by the shoulder and turned her as she was adjusting her clothes.

“Llewelyn?”

The blood knight blinked her eyes in embarrassment. Llewelyn faced her knight, who had been moaning vulgarly beneath her just a moment ago.

She wrapped her hands around her delicate shoulders and made eye contact with her.

“Why are you doing this? Could it be that I am…”

“Lorian.”

“Um, yeah. I’m listening.”

“What you and I just did…”

“It felt good. “If you want to do more, I’m fine.”

“No, no. So-“

It’s hard to say. But she knew that Llewelyn had to speak.

He strengthened her decision and spoke with a sigh.

“That thing you and I just did.”

And he had the advantage of not hesitating once he decided.

“That’s a physical relationship.”

Lorian was astonished.

*

“I’m sorry for calling you so late. But… “Why is your expression like that?”

Llewelyn and Lorian had a conversation.

It wasn’t a very long conversation, and the silence was longer than the actual words exchanged.

Llewellyn thought it was a conversation. I don’t know what Lorian thinks.

At least she knew she didn’t hate Lorian. Rather, she said she was in a good mood and seemed to want to do more.

The reason Lorian seemed to be silent and worried right now was probably because of the possibility of pregnancy and ‘future relationship.’

Llewelyn glanced at Lorian and said.

“We fought for a moment.”

“… That’s right.”

I don’t know if that can be called a fight, but I wouldn’t say it was wrong at all.

In the place where Llewelyn lived, there were people who called that action a battle, so Llewelyn and Lorian’s rough behavior could be said to be a fight in its own way.

“Why are your clothes like that? “Is that also because of the fight?”

The palace bag looked like he wasn’t expecting an answer. Because it was obvious.

When he finished speaking, he turned his head and turned away.

“Follow me.”

A long hallway that felt empty with only the three remaining, the court bag, Lorian, Llewellyn, and the court bag walking first.

A corridor, so to speak. Llewelyn walked down that corridor with the impression that she had seen it somewhere.

When I glanced at Lorian, his posture was awkward due to his completely torn underwear and torn clothes of her, but he still stared blankly when he caught Llewelyn’s gaze at her.

Her expression was hard to read. But if Llewelyn guessed what she was thinking, she was like this.

She will be confused.

At the same time, she realizes that she has had a physical relationship with Llewelyn, and is wondering whether it is the effect of her fascination or not.

At least that would be the case for Llewelyn.

Besides, wasn’t Llewelyn a pretty good-looking and nice guy? He hesitated because it seemed too flattering to criticize him, but Llewellyn always remembered what his sister had said.

It is truly too much praise and evaluation to give to her younger sister. When I think back now, the words I felt the intention to ‘grab’ from then on.

However, these may not be empty words at all. So, Llewelyn thought to herself, ‘Isn’t this a good man to hug?’

Even Lorian said that it felt good to hear her blowjob, and that her concept of physical relations was not so unpleasant as that of a normal human being.

Thinking positively, Llewelyn looked at Lorian.

Nevertheless, it was difficult to ponder its meaning for a long time. Maybe it’s something that sticks in my mind more because of my period and being a ‘woman’.

Llewelyn nodded her head, making eye contact with Lorian, and Lorian smiled briefly and tilted her head.

Her lips her her her her her parted to form her shape her her her.

‘What is it?’

Llewelyn smiled as if it was nothing, and Lorian took the lead, tapping Llewelyn on the back her with her prosthetic hand her her her her.

The corridor was long. A faint light that seemed to be amplified starlight was coming through the windows on both sides.

It was a place with a quiet, elegant, and solemn atmosphere. Accordingly, the walls were filled with countless murals that could only be seen by races beyond humans, such as Llewelyn and Lorian.

It was a familiar mural to Llewelyn.

Because not only the style but also some of the content matched the murals in the pantheon.

As Llewelyn was looking at the mural, she was comparing the few differences.

“Do you know what situation we are in now?”

Suddenly the palace bag asked.

“We are in a cold war, we are in a civil war. As you probably vaguely understand, we are fighting divided into those who abandoned the master we should have served, those who were not chosen, and those who still foolishly cling to him.”

The words come out right away as if they weren’t expecting an answer, but Llewelyn already knew after hearing it from the Empress.

Still, she didn’t stop talking. It’s Llewelyn that’s disappointing, and it’s Llewelyn that needs help.

Maybe the royal court also needs help, but that’s a matter that can be discussed at that time.

Above all, Llewellyn did not trust the Empress, so she wanted to listen to the court bag.

He can be said to be the progenitor of Lorian and had a great influence on Lorian’s character.

At least among the three heads of the three clans, he was the most trustworthy.

“Is it okay to disparage the fact that I still believe in and follow my ‘Father’ as foolish?”

“It’s true that it’s foolish. “I have no intention of denying it.”

Gungjeongbaek vaguely raises his head and looks at the ceiling. Even though he couldn’t see the sky beyond the ceiling, he smiled bitterly as if he could clearly see beyond.

“We are defective products that cannot fulfill the purpose for which we were created, and we are unfilial people who have nothing to achieve. “It’s no wonder my father became disillusioned and left.”

There was deep fatigue seeing into that smile.

The fatigue of someone who has waited and pursued for a long time but knows that it will not be achieved.

It was natural that I had to do something worthless and useless even though I knew the consequences.

Llewellyn recalled an in-game line she had only seen on video.

She said that insanity is doing the same thing but hoping for a different result.

That was it. The palace bag was already no different from a crazy person.

“So, I can understand why my half-blood relatives are trying to find the right way to live, and why they are worried about whether that path is the right way and bring in foreigners like you.”

The corridor, where the sound of footsteps echoed, was quiet. The end of the silence was slowly visible to Llewelyn.

It was a building that I thought was unnecessarily long and large. It was once a place where someone’s desire to fill this entire area with a clan that would never die could be felt.

It’s just a corridor of beings whose nature is to give up their power because they feel bad about people dying.

A corridor and triumphal arch that announces eternal victory.

Llewelyn walked down the corridor, forgotten and alone in her defeat, and saw the throne at the end.

“But are you really…” ” “I didn’t know whether I was qualified to follow on behalf of ‘Netel’.”

Reasonable doubt. Before she knew it, Llewelyn was looking at the courtier who had stopped in front of her throne.

“Even after thinking about it for a long time and thinking about what I had to do, I still don’t know what the Empress wants to achieve with you.”

“What should I do?”

“Proof.”

His hand brushed the prince away, and he glanced at Lorian, his faint smile

What remains is the Iron Blood Lord. The owner of the blood clan whose mission is to look after the court after the king has left and protect the three clans.

He declared to Llewelyn.

“Stop the Cold War, subjugate the necromancer, and make the Empress your true ally.”

It is a difficult task. It’s clear that he doesn’t think he’ll ever achieve it.

However, in order to subjugate the three transcendental species created by God, that much had to be done. Both Llewelyn and the royal court knew that.

Looking down at Llewelyn, his red eyes seemed to soften a little for the first time.

“If you do that, your blood relatives will regard you as their ‘father’ and follow you.”