I Became the Wrong Race

245 – Three Abominations (3)

“Did you know how to use magic?”

The path leading from the Empress’s room through a corridor full of taxidermy.

Lorian implicitly asked Llewelyn.

It was also a reasonable question. If Llewelyn knew how to use magic, she would have had the advantage in many of the fights that have taken place.

It was like that when Lorian first beheaded Llewelyn. If Llewelyn knew how to use magic at that time, he would have prevented the beheading with even basic protection school magic.

Then, I may not have been able to obtain the divinity to defeat the dragon, but I did.

Besides that, there were opportunities to use various magic. Lorian looked at it in bewilderment, recalling all those opportunities.

“No? “I wrote it in my own style?”

Llewelyn spoke confidently.

Lorian looked at Lu Welyn blankly in response, then stretched out her prosthetic hand and tapped her waist. Although he deliberately struck it lightly, it served the purpose of airing his complaints.

“No, you’ve used magic a few times before. “Now what?”

Llewellyn speaks as if it is something new, and Lorian tilts his head in confusion.

After leaving the man and woman, there was something walking behind them that was neither a man nor a woman.

Although it is not asexual like its blood relatives, it has been modified and is no longer male, but it is also ambiguous to say that it is female.

Ellie Muhl walked sobbing with her shocked face.

The foolish conversation between Lorian and Llewelyn was heard in her ears.

“It’s magic… When?”

“Something like the death of a star. Something like a star blade.”

“… “That was magic?”

“Then. Of course. First of all, my sister’s unique skills were obtained as a magician. Judging by the judgment, it is an ideal implementation. Then it’s magic.”

“What is the blade of the star?”

“It’s a technique given by a transcendent, but based on the judgment, it’s probably magic.”

“What a decision. “What kind of being decides something like that?”

“Oh, there is something like that. “Just do it.”

What kind of conversation is this? As Ellie Mule listened, she felt as if her brain was being polluted, and she even stopped pacing.

Then she saw a man and a woman looking back at the same time.

Lorian and Llewellyn looked back at Elimule and asked.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why but?”

“… It’s no big deal. Just…”

It’s not a good attitude to sigh while talking, but you can’t help sighing. Elimule smiled bitterly.

“It’s really like you said… ” “It’s a bit bittersweet to think that it might have been like that.”

She thought she had decided to take on the form of Elise of her her own free will her her her, but after seeing the Empress’s attitude her and true appearance her her her, her heart her her her was shaken.

It suddenly occurred to me that maybe she really did that. Llewelyn looked at Elimule blankly and said.

“What if it was like that, and what if it wasn’t?”

This is an extremely insensitive statement. Lorian is so shocked that he hits Llewelyn, and Llewelyn grumbles, ‘Ah, this is really bad hand manners.’

But it wasn’t something she couldn’t listen to at all. In reality, Elimule had nothing to say in return after hearing that.

Surely, it doesn’t matter what she became like Elise.

She was a shapeshifter. She was originally called Ellie Mule, although she was said to be male.

It was a race created to overcome her death her by changing her her appearance her her her. It was such an immortal race.

They were a race that hated stagnation and deserved to pursue change, even if it was chaos.

She brought it up, and Llewelyn grunted as she rubbed her beaten forearm.

“He says he’s a knight, but he keeps hitting his master. No, you didn’t hit me in the first place? Why are you suddenly acting like this? .”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“I’m asking because I don’t know. Then you can ask yourself? Ah, I understand.”

Lorian was shocked and stiffened at that confident attitude.

There really wasn’t much of a reason. It was because she raised her status by becoming not just a knight, but a companion with whom she had a physical relationship.

It can also be seen as equal. It’s a knight, but it’s a pet.

The obligation to protect and protect remains the same, but I thought it would be good to have a more open relationship.

A truth that is embarrassing to say with my own mouth. Around the time when Lorian was slightly embarrassed with a face that didn’t turn red.

“Is it because you don’t have anything to say either? Admire my insight… “Evil!”

Lorian gave her Llewelyn’s forearm a new punch, and Llewelyn grunted, stroking her forearm again.

Without any tension.

*

The area of the transformation tribe was a space filled with buildings of all types of styles.

The time zone varied. There is a building that feels similar to a pantheon by Llewelyn standards, something that could only be seen in ancient times.

There were modern imperial-style buildings that were familiar to Melody and Lucilla, and there were also barbarian buildings that could only be seen in the far north.

There seemed to be no such thing as a fixed atmosphere. And Elimule explained that point like this.

‘It’s probably because the Empress wants a lot of toys in the box.’

To translate those twisted words, it means that, given the Empress’s personality her her, anyone from any transformation clan can be recognized as part of the clan if they have sufficient qualifications.

And the fact that anyone could enter also meant that countless beings, regardless of culture or time, existed in this section.

From ancient times to modern times, from empires to ruined countries that have already disappeared.

It was a place where various cultures lived. I felt like the change and confusion unique to the shapeshifters were alive and breathing.

Llewelyn was able to find some order in the chaos in those buildings, and she was able to feel the atmosphere of the transformation tribe’s section.

The reason Llewelyn stopped walking was because there were familiar-looking men and women gathered around.

“… Ah.”

A muttering sound as if he had finally remembered it. Even Laurie’s eyes widen, as if she had forgotten all along.

Only Elimule remained calm. She was guiding Llewelyn back to her clan’s compartment, and since she had been assisting the Empress for a long time, she knew the shapeshifter’s compartment well.

What to meet, what exists.

There was nothing she didn’t know. So Ellie Muhl opened her mouth without any hesitation.

“What are you doing here?”

Those eyes looked forward.

It felt like everything in front of them was pure white.

“The Frost Stalker’s residence is probably a little further south of here.”

The people standing in front of Llewelyn had a very familiar appearance.

Subtly striped ears and tail, and eyes that are almost blue-gray.

Also, he has hair that is dyed black at the ends to give off a striped feel, as well as clothing suitable for hunting.

It was like Isla.

No, it will actually be the same. Llewelyn knew that, so she quietly shut her mouth.

‘I forgot. But…’

Maybe it was a fitting meeting.

The Empress, the head of the Shapeshifters, serves her mother but is not loyal. However, there was no way the entire transformation race would completely approve of the Empress.

Normally that would be the case, but if there was a different leader, it would be a different story.

Llewelyn knew of an organization that could be considered its representative.

‘Froststalker tribe. Isla… ‘Selma’s tribe.’

Her mother’s loyalists, with tribal leader Selma as their leader.

A tribe that wanted to corrupt Llewelyn and take it away, and willingly volunteered for the punitive force that wanted to deal with Llewelyn.

Even though the Empress was friendly to Llewellyn, they had to remember that she would not be.

I stupidly forgot. Llewelyn frowned for a moment in self-destruction, then sighed.

‘A miracle can still be used. It may be a change in manifestation.’

With that, I can use at least one magic and one major skill. Although the distance was too far to copy the Sword Saint’s swordsmanship, Lorian was right next to him.

I calculated that if I imitated Lorian’s swordsmanship and surrounded Lorian’s body as the source material, I would at least not be defeated even against that number of people.

Even if an unexpected variable arises and becomes dangerous, if that variable is ‘unfair and uninteresting,’ the Empress will come to help.

She didn’t need to be afraid. So Llewelyn raised her head proudly.

She felt embarrassed as she faced countless blue-gray eyes looking at her.

She was bearable. She was scary because she didn’t really hate it.

If I were to think of it as a nightmare, the countless nightmares I had after my sister disappeared were worse.

Is that all? Llewelyn felt even worse that she had to die in this place, leaving her sister, Isla, and Melody Lorian alone.

She could have puffed up more. Without the people of the pantheon, Llewelyn, this world would perish.

Llewellyn even felt a sense of debt to this world. With the power and qualifications she had in her hands her, Llewelyn remembered her words that he felt familiar to her.

Something only she can do.

It really was. If she is not Llewelyn, the world will perish. As she reflects, she will become stronger. Even the slightest hint of fear disappears.

Llewellyn became confident. She didn’t draw the sword, but her body was already like a sword.

Llewellyn made the gesture of slaying her dragon with her right hand.

“Do I have business?”

Although the words were said in a pretense of arrogance, they did not really sound arrogant.

Lorian knew that. There was heightened alertness in her voice, as if she was ready to fight at any time.

She concentrated her power to use her source, but stopped when she suddenly felt a sense of discomfort and danger in her stomach and grabbed the hilt of her sword.

‘What? I feel like I shouldn’t use the source…’

I didn’t know why because it was just a feeling, but she gave up using her unique skills and opened her eyes sharply.

Naturally, she realized that Ellie Mule was not in a bad mood, so she secretly raised her arm and changed it into a shape similar to a bear’s paw, and her Frost Stalker tribe looked around her with their eyes all focused on Llewelyn.

Come. Just when Llewell Lin had a hunch and was about to draw a line in the air.

“It’s an honor to meet you. “You are qualified.”

The hunter in front bowed.

He was a middle-aged man with an impressive deep voice. She had ears and a tail like Isla and Selma, but her wildly torn ears and scars gave her man a different vibe from Llewelyn’s her lover her her her.

A dangerous, sharp yet refined atmosphere. It feels like the talent of a warrior rather than the talent of a shapeshifter will be more outstanding.

The middle-aged man carrying a suitably large two-handed ax said.

“We did not come here with any intention.”

Strangely polite attitude. When Llewelyn glared at him without answering, the middle-aged man bowed again.

The words that came out of that mouth were somewhat predictable.

“The Prophet… “He wants to meet you with his ‘Mother his.'”

The mother took action.

For the first time it wanted to talk to Llewelyn.

In Llewelyn’s silence and contemplation, the middle-aged man spoke with a stern expression.

“Mother wants to negotiate.”