I Became the Wrong Race

246 – Three Abominations (4)

She thought she would meet her mother Netel, at least once.

Anyway, wasn’t it an indirect opportunity that started Llewelyn’s entire journey and the reason why his sister wandered this world?

There were even enemies who could not be considered to have any connection to Llewelyn, such as the Emperor and Selma. Whether it was all Netel’s intention or not, she thought it was necessary to finally meet and talk.

There are two problems.

It was not known whether Mother Netel was a being with whom a conversation could take place, and it was not known whether she would actually respond to the conversation.

Llewellyn said she only had a vague urge to solve this problem someday. She didn’t know exactly how or when she would be able to do it.

But there is a way to solve it once and for all. It’s strange that you don’t respond. But.

“Before that, I’d like to talk for a moment.”

“That’s right.”

Llewellyn was not a maverick who thought his opinion was perfect.

She thought that her own opinions were most likely not good, and she was the type of person who could not help but ask for advice from those around her.

“Wouldn’t it depend on what you want to do?”

Lorian was not helpful in that sense.

“But if what you want is to meet Mother Netel, even if it means risking it… ” When it comes to negotiating or listening to the true intentions, opportunities like this are rare. In fact, it may be your only chance.”

No, it was incredibly helpful. Llewelyn nodded, thinking that Lorian’s words made sense.

Then she quickly turned her gaze to Ellie Mule.

“… “Do you also need my opinion?”

Elimule looks a little puzzled and embarrassed at the same time. Lewell Lin said sheepishly as she looked around, as if asking who else was there.

“I have similar thoughts to Lord Lorian. This is a truly rare opportunity.”

But. Llewelyn and Lorian also focused on Elimule’s added words.

“We don’t know if it will truly be unique. Will Lord Llewelyn give up on Netel and just walk away because he doesn’t agree to negotiations? Should I at least give up?”

Elimule was vaguely listening to the conversation between Llewelyn and the Empress and summed up the situation.

So he came up with a reasonable inference within the scope of his knowledge.

“It is disappointing that the mother did not agree to negotiations. Then… “Making people nervous by intentionally not participating in the negotiation or being late could be an effective strategy.”

“… Oh.”

“This is something I hadn’t even thought about.”

She didn’t think highly of herself and was gaslighted by people telling her she wanted to be like her sister, but it was Ellie Muhl who told her that she was actually smarter and more talented than Elise.

So Ellie Mule was delighted, scratching her head sheepishly at Llewelyn’s admiration and Lorian’s pure praise her.

Oh, it’s just one word, but I wonder what makes me feel so good.

Ellie Mule laughed and took one step forward.

“Then how about asking the Empress for protection? Even though the Empress doesn’t have that kind of personality… “You declared that you would take everything from the shapeshifters, and since you accepted that, I don’t think you will kick them out.”

That too is a reasonable and logical conclusion. Llewelyn also thought it would be more stable that way.

‘This guy specializes in finding a stable path.’

I didn’t know before, but now I feel like I know exactly the safe path, like a wild animal running away from a disaster.

The problem is that if that happens, the Empress’s favorability will hit rock bottom.

The Empress wanted Llewelyn to entertain her by constantly going beyond her expectations.

Elimule’s method is common sense, but common sense is something that is expected.

Something the Empress doesn’t like. She will never fail to grant a favor, but she may fail to ask for help or betray it when she really needs it.

Llewelyn saw that if she was going to betray, or she was likely to betray, it would be better to prevent her from even dreaming of betrayal.

At least when dealing with the Empress.

“… Okay, I guess I’ll have to negotiate.”

“Yes?”

Elimule and Lorian react as if asking why on earth they asked.

However, thanks to the advice of the two, Llewelyn was able to make up her own mind.

If I hadn’t asked, I wouldn’t have been able to decide properly because I was in a hurry.

Llewellyn turned to face the Frost Stalker tribe with a determined expression.

“Let’s go.”

Facing their blue-grey eyes that were all looking at him, Llewelyn spoke with determination.

“To Mother Netel.”

*

The buildings of the clan were neat, humane and orderly.

Should I say that it is an architectural style that exudes typical chivalry?

On the other hand, the Transformers were a fusion of diverse cultures that were confusing but showed their own harmony.

And the last thing we encountered was the necromancer’s compartment.

“… It’s empty.”

There weren’t many buildings.

It felt like asking if that was really necessary.

There was a prevailing atmosphere that seemed to be questioning whether the need for such a thing was proof that transcendence had not been reached.

The scenery stretched out in vain, rocks that looked like nests could be seen here and there, and there was a glimpse of another building that looked like a warehouse.

Most of the time, it was not a landscape with anything that could be called buildings.

And in the necromancer’s quarters, human presence was extremely rare.

It’s not that it didn’t feel like it was popular because it was simply transcendent, but it felt like there were almost no beings actually walking on it.

Considering that the number of necromancers was said to be small, it was natural, but at the same time, there was a problem.

No matter how small the number is, is it possible to write it down this much? A question.

They may be on guard. Llewellyn recalled that she had once killed the mad dragon Neril Mayus.

A poor dragon that is also an object of mourning.

The divinity and mortality that took her breath away.

The dragons who had run away from death were avoiding death again and staying away from it. Llewellyn tried to hide his displeased expression as he saw countless skeletons marching through streets that were not streets.

These were probably things that had been picked up from the ground.

Remains that come to life thanks to the necromancer’s necromancy.

They were busy moving materials, etc.

There were not only magical materials that seemed to be used for all kinds of experiments, but also the remains of living things, basic building materials, and heated iron like you would find in a blacksmith shop.

I can’t even guess what exactly they’re making, but it’s not important. Llewelyn soon gave up and headed into the compartment, following the Frost Stalker tribe.

A format that goes deeper and deeper, as if digging inside.

I thought it was like a cave. Llewellyn became uncomfortable as it reminded her of the moment Elise died.

“… Lorian.”

“Hmm?”

“If you get a signal, use the source.”

If it is the source of Lorian, it is possible to respond even in an emergency. Llewelyn said calmly because she believed so, but there was no response from her.

I assumed it was because I was nervous, but the Frost Stalker tribe stopped all at once.

“… “What is it?”

“We have arrived.”

Arrived?

Llewelyn quickly looked around.

All that was visible was a bleak tunnel.

A space that is not suitable for meeting someone and having a conversation. When Llewelyn turned around with the intention of arguing, the Frost Stalker tribe had already retreated.

‘Should I move forward? Which way…’

When you think about it and try to take a step.

“… Llewelyn.”

“I know.”

Suddenly, I felt an intense magical power coming from beneath my feet.

As Llewellyn, there was a sense that the option of not stepping down was disappearing. It was a magical power that came with the overwhelming presence of death.

Llewellyn had encountered such energy once in the past. It was only once, though she shouldn’t have gone far.

Even though it may have been decades since she experienced it again, she couldn’t have known.

The tunnel has been transformed.

Quarrrr!

A pile of rubble is scattered, and the mine shaft rises, cuts, and falls while the panicked Elimule stumbles.

What was slowly revealing itself was a huge podium.

It was already a podium with two people standing side by side.

Llewelyn froze when she saw those two people one after another.

In fact, one person was not that inspiring.

She was an old woman with horns on her head and a tail on her back.

There was a faint contempt on his solemn face her her her, and his her sturdy body her her her she was wrapped in a robe that did not match his her appearance her her her as an old man .

It wasn’t strange. She had already thought that she would meet a necromancer, and since the head of the necromancer was called a prophet, she would have the appearance to match.

Although her pure white hair and gray eyes similar to Llewelyn’s were bothersome, it wasn’t enough to make Llewelyn stiffen.

Rather, the reason Llewellyn froze was because of the person standing next to him.

“… Who, me?”

Llewelyn saw her sister

She was a sister who couldn’t be here now.

No, she wasn’t his sister. Llewelyn stared at her blankly for a while before she realized it.

Her hair was short. She didn’t have her sister’s lovely, long hair that she was always happy to touch.

Her hair was short because it was cut at her shoulders.

What about clothing?

Llewellyn said her sister liked her to wear revealing clothes indoors, and she knew she was trying to seduce her with that.

She knew that if she ever went outside, she would wear neat, barely revealing clothes.

But now, a being who looked suspiciously like my sister was wearing an outfit that could be considered ostentatious.

It’s a type of clothing that exposes her shoulders and front of her, and fastens slightly above the navel.

Also, his legs were clearly exposed, so there was almost no place to focus his eyes.

The only clothing covering the rest of his skin was at most a cloak pulled behind his back. A gorgeous purple cape worn loosely, barely covering the arms

That being had the exact same face and body as her sister, and had a cold and cynical expression that Lucilla would never make.

“No, no.”

Llewelyn’s sister, Lucilla, can also make that look.

Because she is Llewellyn, she just hasn’t shown that expression.

Llewellyn had already realized the death of her star with her her own body her her, and through him, she understood her sister’s image of her.

Lucilla really liked most people except Llewelyn.

Except for a few people with whom she had developed affection and friendship, she did not tend to care.

Even if it disappears with the stars.

That was a being that could reveal the sister’s psychology without filtering. She was Lou Silla who did not know love.

Llewelyn said with similar sarcasm.

“You… Is he the emperor?”

A replica created by ‘Mother’ across time to take the place of Llewelyn, the owner of the empire.

‘And perhaps, someone who could be called my younger sister.’

Llewelyn snorted and spoke to the emperor, who silently approved.

“What is that look on your face, you fucking idiot?”

The emperor’s expression hardened, and although it was only for a moment, embarrassment appeared.

As if I hadn’t expected it at all.