I Became the Wrong Race

243 – Three Abominations (1)

Llewelyn was a person who was commonly called a tower soldier.

Even when there were more diverse and excellent strategies, he tended to attack and watch, and in fact, he mainly used champions optimized for them.

Fortunately, my skills weren’t bad, but I had some flaws and couldn’t get to a high level.

Llewelyn tried to think and act the same way this time, as such people usually do.

‘Will it hit me?’

The palace bag had talked.

Stop the cold war, subjugate the necromancer, and make the Empress a true ally.

Then the blood relatives will be willing to cooperate.

But that didn’t sound like an easy task.

It is difficult to pacify a war alone. Despite Llewelyn’s force and means, if he tries to end the war alone, he will face a very high probability of death.

That wasn’t even the worst case.

If it weren’t for the war between the three clans, it would have been pacified, but Llewellyn would have been broken from the inside, and all that would be left would be murderous demons.

But that wasn’t what the courtier wanted.

He wanted to stop the Cold War. He didn’t ask for help to win the war or to fight.

I just thought it was stupid for family members to fight, and I knew it was not the time.

In order to test Llewelyn, he asked her to stop.

Llewelyn read the hidden meaning in that request.

“… “Can’t you stop?”

The palace bag did not answer. I just quietly turn my back and look at the throne.

Llewelyn thought while waiting for the courtier’s answer.

The reason why the court bag can’t stop is more due to ability issues than psychological reasons.

The palace bag and the rest of the councilors have almost equal abilities, and if he tries to stop the cold war, there will be a similar level of interference.

He knew that, potentially, it was impossible.

She didn’t know if Llewelyn could solve it, but she thought that if she could, it had to be Llewelyn.

But, is it possible?

Llewelyn was worried. Llewellyn, who had no experience stopping a war in his life, was not sure how to approach it.

All that was left was a short worry. It was a short thought and question.

“What kind of people are necromancers?”

An expression appeared on Lorian’s face as if he was asking that now, but Llewellyn focused only on the court bag.

“… “I hope you ask me exactly.”

“The abilities, capabilities, things like that they have.”

That way, you can decide whether to attack or not. Llewelyn thought of the crazy dragon she had fought before.

Now he is a necromancer whose name is not even easy to recall. A poor dragon who went berserk after mistaking Llewelyn for his father his his.

She wasn’t able to reach her full potential. Although she did demonstrate something like breath or basic ‘necromancy’.

She didn’t know whether she was an average necromancer or if she was beyond her abilities.

The palace bag seemed to have noticed that.

“You’re asking if I’m at the level of Nerilmaeus.”

Llewelyn is a name I couldn’t think of. When Luwell Lin opened her eyes wide, the courtier smiled bitterly as he looked behind her.

It was a very humane attitude that did not match his cold impression and inhuman spirit

“That’s the problem.”

As Llewelyn looked on, the courtier suddenly erased her gloom and spoke calmly.

“Nerilmaeus was weakened by a long and impoverished life.”

Level 15, a crazy dragon that has repeatedly driven Llewelyn and Lorian into crisis with its overwhelming necromancy and performance.

“No matter how weak a necromancer he is … “It will surpass her level her her her her.”

She wasn’t even average.

At that fact, Llewelyn discarded the typical ‘top body sick’ plan she had in her head.

There is little chance of winning in a fight, so you cannot attack. Because if Llewelyn died, Llewelyn wasn’t the only one who died.

It’s as if the world dies too.

So you have to be careful. Llewellyn would have been struck by her heart, but she felt disappointed that she could not.

“They are all stronger than Nerilmaeus… So is the necromancer the best in terms of force among the three clans?”

At first, she thought that her blood relatives would be the strongest. There is also a dedicated profession, Blood Knight, and I decided so through the fact that Lorian came to capture Llewelyn exclusively.

There was no reason to act so aggressively since I wasn’t the military expert of the three clans.

“That’s right. “The number is the smallest.”

‘Is it a small number of elites?’

Llewelyn was easily convinced. Considering the identity of the necromancer, it was natural.

Necromancers are dragons that survived by begging for help from ‘her father her her her.’

Since they were the ones who rose to the top of their species when they appeared in any game, it was clear that they would have powers that were no different in Netel, the world of Grim Darker.

Such a dragon transcended death and acquired necromancy and enormous magical power. Of course, I had no choice but to be strong.

‘Then what?’

Stopping the Cold War is not easy.

The Cold War was actually caused by differences in positions and perspectives between the necromancer who came to serve ‘Mother Netel’, the shapeshifters who were contemplating whether to serve him or not, and the blood relatives who were still loyal to their father.

It wasn’t surprising if it turned into a fight at any time. From the blood relatives’ point of view, the other two were traitors, and from the necromancer’s perspective, the blood relatives were stupid people who did not know how to see the future.

It could split at any time and lead to an all-out war. So the sooner it was resolved, the better.

But how? I didn’t think I could be persuaded simply with words.

If Llewelyn and Netel were stocks, Netel was a blue-chip stock and Llewelyn was a growth stock.

Convincing someone to give up a secure future and invest in an uncertain future is impossible unless you are a professional conman.

Llewelyn had no illusions that my speaking skills had reached a great level.

‘No, it wouldn’t be strange if I went and got caught.’

And if you get caught among the group of necromancers, it’s over. She will either be donated to Netel and traded, or she will be used for Netel’s purposes, unintentionally saving the world.

It’s not the worst outcome, but it’s not the best either. At least it wasn’t what Llewelyn wanted.

Llewellyn readjusted her priorities.

“I should visit the necromancer last.”

“So be it. “I will leave it entirely up to you.”

Stopping the cold war, bringing the necromancer to its knees, and recruiting the Empress as an ally.

If we put off the necromancer’s subjugation to the last, there were two things left.

Of all the options, it was obviously the latter that should take priority.

In the end, stopping the Cold War was unrealistic unless it completely integrated the three clans.

In the end, if you pursue it, you have to follow the necromancer’s subjugation, but the necromancer’s subjugation came with the huge risk of losing everything if you fail because the forces following Llewelyn are far away on the ground.

It’s natural to put it off. In that case, it was naturally calculated that an ally should be created from above.

A monster that created Ortemilia by stealing the necromancer’s favor, which made the equally powerful King Baek feel uncomfortable.

The position of serving Netel is the same, but the attitude toward serving is different. The only being who can choose both mediation and protection.

If they were captured at the same time, the shapeshifters would also be included, Llewelyn decided.

“I plan to visit the Empress. Will you follow me?”

“I am done. I’d like to know how you do it… “I think Lorian will take care of that and report it well.”

Lorian, whose name was called, blinked, and the royal court looked back at Lorian.

“I will cancel the order to kill you and restore all your positions. At least until the moment this blood bag fails or succeeds and becomes a father.”

“… Is that okay?”

“There is nothing to lose. “Don’t worry.”

The court bag looked at the throne with faint eyes, and Llewelyn left the court bag behind and walked with Lorian.

The target is the Empress. Llewelyn walked around plotting a plan to completely subjugate the Empress.

“… But may I ask where the Empress is?”

Soon she returned to court and asked.

The palace bag laughed as if it were dumbfounded.

*

The fruit of the three clans, the air fortress, was much larger than it looked from the outside.

It seems like it was a miracle that Llewelyn escaped in the first place.

Llewellyn wondered if the space itself was insufficient compared to an oval or other shape if it was a regular sphere, and Lorian answered Llewelyn’s question triumphantly.

“It’s not just about using the floor. Because building buildings are too humane.”

“Then?”

“It’s about using the characteristics of the sphere. So that the floor does not exist and the floor can be anywhere.”

Llewelyn soon confirmed those words.

A ring world that appeared in a science fiction movie I once saw.

It was similar to that.

‘No, rather… Is it closer to a planet turned upside down inside and out?’

Although the Ring World eventually took the shape of a ring, it was a sphere.

As a result, Llewelyn was able to see a long road stretching above her head and shapeshifters walking along it, as well as countless buildings that seemed to rise from the walls and shapeshifters walking between those buildings.

There was no confusion due to the distance, and the three clans were walking around naturally and making the most of the space.

“Then how did I escape?”

“You broke it and left. There were some sections that were disconnected, and there was space between the sections that could lead to the outside.”

At the time, I thought it was just a wall, but it wasn’t anything like that. Llewelyn learned something she didn’t know, so she walked around, looking around her with a nervous look. Lorian hummed as she led the way to the palace bag.

Lorian seemed in good spirits. Because of her physical relationship, she could have been confused, but she actually seemed more cheerful than before her relationship.

Llewelyn couldn’t figure out why. As she walked, she was thinking about how she should persuade the Empress.

“Llewelyn.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t miss it. The compartments of the shapeshifters are particularly crowded.”

It was just as Lorian said.

If the blood tribe’s division gave off a quiet and gloomy feeling due to the restrained atmosphere and small number of people, the transformation tribe’s division was chaotic to match its nature.

There were all kinds of buildings everywhere, and the number of people who appeared to be shapeshifters was quite large.

Is it because he is the only one among the three clans who still has the ability to reproduce? Or is it because of the Empress’s personality?

Llewelyn followed Lorian, thinking either way was possible, and she had a hunch as she saw them getting closer to a building similar in shape to the Pantheon.

This is where the Empress resides.

Sure enough, a familiar face was waiting for him at the entrance.

“… “You?”

A girl with long hair as scarlet as the sunset.

Like Llewelyn, she was not a face that even those with a bad memory could forget.

[Mourning]

[Remaining duration: 60 seconds]

Mourning turns on automatically. As far as Llewelyn knows, the owner of that face is dead.

“Elise…”

A shape-shifting woman who was the twin of Elimule and died by having her head split open by a god in charge of revenge and craftsmanship.

There was no way she was alive. No one could reverse her death unless it was her mother her or her father her her, and she was not a miracle for anyone.

At least that was the case as far as Llewelyn knew.

Elise smiled sadly when her name was called.

“As expected, you don’t recognize me.”

The same female voice I remembered. But the tone of speech is different. She said as Llewelyn stiffened.

“I am Elimu.”

Llewelyn’s frowned, Ellie Mule bowed to her and greeted him politely, and then she led him away.

“The Empress is waiting.”