I Became the Wrong Race

244 – Three Abominations (2)

Elimu.

Llewelyn remembered that name. It was the male one of the fraternal twin shapeshifters that the Empress once recovered.

He lost his younger sister, or older sister. God’s reckless raid smashed his head

A blow that could kill even a homunculus. Perhaps a surprise attack aimed at a homunculus.

The god of revenge actively used the means to kill her ‘father’ for revenge, and as a result, Elise died.

Although they are said to be a shapeshifter with excellent regenerative power, they did not have the kind of regenerative power that goes beyond life like their blood relatives.

Likewise, it was not a monster where death did not exist, like a necromancer.

In fact, although they had the most monstrous appearance, the shapeshifters were the most ‘human’ race among the three clans.

What it possesses is superhuman strength and regenerative power obtained simply by changing the body. It was difficult to see that life had escaped.

As Llewelyn thought about it, she was able to understand her ‘father’s’ intentions.

It was probably an attempt to overcome death in the most common sense and law-abiding way.

The results would have been disappointing. Llewelyn knew that, so she quietly followed Elimule and looked uncomfortable.

Clearly, the shapeshifters are a humane race, and the Empress should be the same.

Llewellyn was able to feel the Empress’s skill when Ellie Mule’s gender completely changed.

It was like Lorian’s prosthetic hand. The prosthetic arm managed by Ortemilia and made by the Empress.

I felt a similar style and philosophy. I feel uncomfortable somewhere.

Llewelyn was once again reminded of the fact that the Empress was a monster.

“… “It looks like you have something you want to ask.”

Ellie Mule noticed Llewellyn’s gaze at her and asked insidiously.

“It has to exist.”

But there was someone else, no, a monster, who deserved to ask that question.

At least Llewelyn thought so.

“You can ask me. This… Because it was my will.”

Unexpected words. However, Llewelyn doubted what Ellie Muhl said rather than she listened to it directly.

From Llewelyn’s limited knowledge, the term gaslighting was popular in society before he was possessed.

It was a type of brainwashing that clouded the judgment of others by speaking to them and made them doubt their own judgment.

Llewellyn guessed that Elimule had experienced something like that. Because the Empress was good at that.

Didn’t she do the same to Llewelyn?

It was a reasonable suspicion. But.

“Elyse has always been independent. She makes her own decisions and acts… “I was comfortable even though I was being swayed by my younger brother.”

“That…”

“I know. It’s not a healthy habit. But… I hoped so.”

I don’t know how that led to the choice to become Elise, but Llewelyn didn’t like Elimule’s words.

I felt bad because I had the same voice and appearance as my sister. We don’t know each other that well, and at most we’ve only been together for a week.

Is it because he is engraved in Llewelyn’s mourning? Llewellyn did not hide her displeasure, and even Lorian, who had been in a good mood just a moment ago, noticed Llewellyn’s notice her.

“It’s not logical. Is that really what you think?”

“The Empress lent her thoughts, but I was the one who agreed.”

Elimule quietly laughs.

Llewelyn looked at Ellie Mule and then raised her head.

The interior of the building resembled a pantheon, but was decorated in a slightly twisted way.

There were taxidermy of all kinds of creatures.

It was a realistic taxidermy that looked as if it would come to life at any moment. I thought that maybe something that was really alive had somehow been solidified.

Because the Empress was something that could be tolerated. Llewellyn thought that maybe she came here to be ‘stuffed by the Empress’ as she walked, and Ellie Muhl took the lead in front of Llewelyn and said.

“I wanted to be like Elise.”

“The Empress is a crazy b*tch.”

I don’t deny it. If you had to choose the craziest leader among the three clans, anyone would choose the Empress.

Likewise, Llewelyn could not deny what someone ‘wished’.

It was a new change that occurred after obtaining divinity.

So Llewellyn gave up on persuading or even condemning Elimule and walked.

Even if that wasn’t the case anyway, there was a lot of work to be done. The problem is that she has become unwilling.

Llewelyn wanted to make her crazy b*tch, the Empress, her true ally her, so she set foot in her her residence her her her.

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“Oh my, I didn’t know you’d come this early.”

The Empress spoke calmly, and Llewelyn frowned as soon as she heard those words.

“Stop fucking with me. “You knew I was coming and that I would come.”

“Isn’t this passing over? “I think maybe I really didn’t know.”

Llewelyn did not react, and the Empress raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

The veil she was still not visible, but her mouth and eyes were clearly visible. It’s a strange thing, but how many things aren’t like that?

Llewellyn knew that her very existence was an overwhelming mystery.

So instead of asking the age-old question, he spoke.

“Do you know why you came?”

The Empress did not answer. As if there was no need to even reply, she crossed her legs at her head’s table.

Long legs were pressed against each other in a flowing dress. Her sharp eyes were tilted with boredom, as if she were clearly a dangerous woman.

“I want to hear it for myself. “Grandchild.”

She treated Llewellyn as her grandchild, even though she didn’t really think of it that way.

Her entire behavior she felt like that.

A person who has no sincerity and is just a crucible of chaos.

She is the most crazy of the three clans’ heads, and she has no intention of hiding it.

The tasks of making these people into real allies, ending the Cold War, and subjugating the three clans were all difficult.

It was not easy to subjugate the Empress.

However, it was not possible to charm all the shapeshifters except the Empress and make them allies. What Llewelyn and the courtiers have in common is an alliance, not crazy followers.

He opened his mouth, choosing what to say.

“I embrace you…”

Stop talking. Llewelyn felt that she was just doing what the courtier wanted anyway.

“No, I came to get everything from you.”

So she said that without realizing it.

It was only after I said it that I realized I’d missed it, but I don’t know how to pick up what I’ve already said.

I don’t know how to rewind time or manipulate other people’s memories.

So Llewelyn relied on her intuition and inspiration.

“The transformation tribe you raised for me and maintained until now. The skills you have gathered and cultivated, the materials you have gathered in preparation.”

The Empress ‘gaze shone with interest, and Llewelyn thought as she met her gaze.

The Empress has a hedonistic side.

If you are happy and feel like it, you are a being who puts it into action.

What we always desire is greater pleasure and enjoyment. She only pursued pure, noise-free fun.

Where does the purest fun that drugs, sex, and fighting cannot provide come from?

The answer may vary from person to person, but it was clear that at least the Empress thought it came from unexpectedness.

Events unfolding in unexpected circumstances, the appearance of unexpected characters, the rise of beings that no one expected.

And a more confusing situation would be her preference.

Llewellyn was confident of that.

So he said with confidence.

“I came to take it all.”

The Empress raised the corners of her mouth and smiled. The corners of her mouth that were torn almost to her ears already represented her mood.

“Why should I give it all?”

“I knew it when I saw Elimule. “You were bored, weren’t you?”

Elimul was shocked and stiffened at those words. She was chewing her lip, as if she couldn’t accept the fact that she had been converted to a pastime.

It was true. Llewelyn knew the Empress. She didn’t make Ellie Mule the same as Elise because she felt sorry for her or because she had some purpose.

This is to appease her boredom her her her her.

So it was obvious what Llewelyn had to do.

“Did you expect it?”

“No. Not at all.”

“You won’t be able to predict anything in the future.”

Llewelyn assured, and her confidence was deeply reflected in her confidence.

Although he makes decisions impulsively and as if everything is possible, he has a lot of driving force.

Even relying on momentary wit, intuition, and inspiration, you have no choice but to reach a good result.

The Empress laughed as if she was interested.

Suddenly, she swung around as if shooting something from behind the shadows.

Her sitting position did not change.

Her posture didn’t change at all.

Something just shot out of the darkness. Overwhelming high speed.

It was a tail that approached as if space was distorting.

But even though it was a tail, it was not just a tail. It was a javelin, a battering ram, and a meteor powerful enough to destroy a being.

Llewelyn knew it was aiming for her head.

Is he trying to split her head, saying it’s martial arts? After thinking about it for a moment, Llewellyn realized that it wasn’t true.

This is a test. Llewellyn thought to herself and took a long breath in the world that was immediately slowing down.

‘What should I do?’

‘Proof.’

The palace bag was like that too. He wanted to prove that Llewelyn was someone who could unite and lead the three clans.

Then, in a similar context, I could understand what the Empress wanted.

Although she is entertained by unexpected results that she has never experienced, she is strong enough to endure them without being crushed by them.

That’s what she has to prove. That’s why Llewellyn soothed her voice in a slow world.

“Miracle-”

Exciting!

The sound of the heart spreads out. Pass by Lorian, and pass by Elimule, who was embarrassed further behind him.

The pulse that erupted in all directions even passed by the Empress, and returned like an echo, hitting the wall.

Until I finally sink into Llewellyn and reach her her her memories her and her mourning her her her.

In Llewelyn’s memories of her, the archmage who gave her her her her body her her her to her her godhead and later discarded it by having her her head her cut off her she comes to mind ‘

The first structural wizard and the first contractor.

Witch, Renia.

Llewelyn concluded her her words her her her by recalling her her face her her her.

“―Change.”

Llewelyn is a possessor.

She is a former member of Grim Darker and a gamer who has played all of Grim Darker’s professions.

He could think of a way to respond to any situation.

All that remains is the means. Llewelyn’s eyes glowed blue, even if only for a moment.

Reaching out for her hand. The divinity, imitating magical power, draws a line along the outstretched hand of her.

The trick is the same as when pulling out Llewelyn’s sword, Star Cluster.

Draw a line segment. The first line is enough to draw.

What remains is created by magic power and divinity. Following the blueprint drawn by Llewelyn’s eyes, the nova imitating magical power moved at the speed of light.

What is finally created is one giant pillar. An unknown structure that glows blue and shows its insides.

Something that seems too weak to block the Empress’s tail.

However.

Kaa!

The tail fired by the Empress bounces off.

The power she unleashed disappeared as if nothing had happened, and the Empress sat blankly, unable to make any moves.

Quarrrr!

Only the collapsing magical structure scattered colorful fragments.

Amongst the fluttering fragments of divinity, Llewelyn spoke.

“I told you.”

With a very triumphant smile.

“You wouldn’t expect that.”

At the place where her miracle was lifted, the Empress raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.