chapter 252
252 – Coronation (2)
Just before the fruit, more precisely, the upper part of the nest, which can be said to be the management layer of the pantheon, comes down and combines.
As Llewelyn sat on her throne, she felt the three clans’ lands changing with the divinity flowing through her body, while also stretching her senses further and reading everything around her.
Perhaps because he had seen and experienced Netel in person, he was already handling the divinity more precisely than he could handle his own hands and feet, and thanks to this, the divinity allowed him to perceive his surroundings more precisely than any sense organ.< Br﹥
Llewelyn looked up at the approaching pantheon and saw people getting scared.
They were the people of Llewelyn.
How can I reassure them? Llewelyn pondered and closed his eyes for a moment to focus more on the divine.
Exciting!
My heart was beating violently, and with a strong heartbeat that felt like it was going to tear my chest apart, divinity spread around the fruit.
The gray divinity has now completely become the color of Llewelyn. A dark energy that no one else but the God of Dreams or his sister his Lucilla can help but notice.
Llewelyn used the divinity that erupted like vision to observe the reaction of his sister, who was looking up from the pantheon.
As soon as she sensed the divinity, she began and her expression softened.
He then said something to those around him, and while his sister was struggling, Llewelyn lowered his altitude a little more.
‘The nest and the fruit… It is possible to combine.’
The nest itself had many functions and was quite large, but its real value came when it was connected to fruit.
Although the fruit was overwhelming in size, I had a hunch that they could be connected.
Considering that ‘Father Steward’ and ‘Mother Netel’ are the first contractees and transcendents, and that the nest was created by the steward.
This use may also exist. Llewelyn silently moved the fruit and led it to the nest.
Netel’s branches slowly come down to the spire-like part of the nest that rises above.
The sight of a branch resembling a thunderbolt entwined and firmly secured on top of the nest was so spectacular that Llewellyn felt it was divine.
This is especially true if such a branch extends far into the sky and reaches the end of the world.
‘It’s a bit unfortunate that I won’t be able to see the night sky.’
Now is not the time to worry about that. Llewelyn continued to make precise adjustments to ensure a secure landing.
In the midst of all this, a sense of presence is felt. Even while Llewelyn was attuned to divinity, she opened her eyes and checked, and saw the court encyclopedia, prophet, and empress looking at Llewelyn.
And as soon as her eyes met, she opened her mouth.
“I have something to tell you.”
The courtier’s tone has become much more polite. Llewelyn was so started that she almost let go of what she was adjusting.
Naturally, the fruit shook, and the courtier stiffened and hesitantly stretched out her hand.
“Fuck, I was surprised. “If I had been started and dropped it, it would have all fallen.”
Of course, not everyone dies. At least if this whole thing collapses, only the people of the pantheon and the Gasols of the three clans will die.
Even if there are exceptions, there are not many.
Only the overwhelmingly strong, such as the court bag, the empress, the prophet and Llewelyn, Lucilla’s sword saint, and Valterok’s scorcher, will survive.
But then I get over it and there is nothing to do. The palace bag said with a very anxious expression.
“Isn’t that surprising? Since he was called’king’, he should be treated as he befits a king…”
“You should at least turn on the blinker. Wow, I’m sweating.”
If everything had come to nothing, it would have been really difficult to even face it.
Although Lou Welin was relieved that she was fortunate, she could not relieve the weight that had accumulated on her shoulders. Because she was really screwed.
As she wiped away her cold sweat and sighed, even Lorian stiffened and slowly came over to her, tearing off the skirt of her already rag-like skirt and offering it to her to clean.
The courtier was embarrassed by Llewelyn’s mistreatment, and the Empress laughed, saying it must have been fun.
The prophet had a slightly sullen expression, and although he seemed to be loyal to her because of her momentum, she seemed to be pondering whether it was the right decision.
And, there is one person standing behind them without any sign.
“You better be careful.”
Emperor. Master of the empire and his mother’s limb his his his his. Llewelyn listened to her strange voice
It was a strange voice. His voice seemed to be powerful, drawing attention, but it felt like he was losing strength.
Should I say that as a human being, it seems as if the presence of a certain person becomes stronger every time I use a certain pronunciation. Llewelyn didn’t know whether it was because she was well made or because she was badly made.
Still, I had some questions.
“Why are you here?”
The emperor blinked her eyes expressionlessly at Luwell Lin’s question.
It took some time for the answer to come back.
“To eat your mistakes.”
It was a strange sounding statement. It wasn’t strange to understand that it meant to be hostile.
However, when Llewelyn met Netel, her divinity was heightened, and her senses became sharper than ever.
He instinctively understood the emperor’s words.
“If I make a mistake, I will follow suit… ” ?”
I nod my head without answering. It felt kind of cute to see her just nodding, so Llewelyn closed her eyes to come to her senses.
That’s something that just looks exactly like my sister.
So you shouldn’t be conscious of it… To.
Wouldn’t it be nice if I looked just like my sister?
It was only after Llewelyn’s thoughts that she reached that point that she finally came to her senses.
She also knew the purpose for which the emperor had followed. Since she could not leave Llewelyn once he was officially recognized by Netel, she was going to take his place if Llewelyn gave up, failed, or disappeared.
To put it in a bad way, it was an animal waiting to eat the leftovers, and in a good way, it was trying to clean up after itself somehow.
It would be better to think positively. Llewelyn cut off her vague thoughts.
“So, why did you call me?”
Luwell Lin opens her eyes again, and her courtier Baek looks on with a blank expression. She didn’t seem to be used to going back and forth between frivolity and seriousness.
“Didn’t you say you had something to tell you? If it’s urgent, do it quickly.”
“… “She was trying to inform me that there might be an enemy.”
Enemy. Llewelyn thought, she couldn’t possibly be talking about people from before the gods.
She said she would collect them, but as she said before she sat down on the throne.
The senseless slaughter is now over. Llewelyn intended to tell them to seriously find a way to coexist.
If so, there are not many cases left. Llewelyn looked at her court bag.
“Are you a transcendent?”
“Yes.”
It was also a natural thing. I’m trying to close the world and become forever independent from the transcendent, but there’s no way it won’t interfere.
“Are you a contractor?”
“The contractor will also come. But I can’t tell you that she’ll be the only contractor.”
Unlike his skinny physique and impatient appearance, he reports with a firm voice, confidence, and attitude.
Although he was thrilled that the owner of the throne had finally returned, he focused on his job. Just like Lorian.
“You probably know the magic scriptures well.”
I know. Llewelyn fought the Transcendent there, and she got a glimpse of the Transcendent’s true nature.
It was not something humans could deal with. It was also questionable whether she could be in the same weight class.
Wasn’t that why she tried to close the world? Llewellyn gave her a look to continue, and the palace bag said.
“The Demonic Sutra is a trace of the failure to suppress the transcendent.”
“… “What?”
It was an unexpected statement. I just thought it was a land where a curse came after a god died.
“No way. I… “When I killed the god of life and death, I saw the demonic realm expand.”
“Because their very existence was suppressing the Transcendent. If the king loses his life, a truly gigantic demon world will open… The number of people who transcend the line drawn by ‘Netel’ will also increase.”
It seems as if the ‘cleanup’ the emperor spoke of was absurd. When Llewelyn heard those words, her expression hardened, but she thought it made sense.
If the land where a god died without achieving great ascension was the Demonic Sutra, then it was natural that no one knew about the origin of the Demonic Sutra.
So long has passed that no one can remember the Great Ascension, and no new gods have died in that time.
It was only after Llewelyn appeared.
“… There was a reason why the Star Contractors were able to block it.”
The power of the stars is the power of the transcendent. If you are dealing with the same transcendental person, that is the most effective.
This time, according to Llewelyn’s guess, the prophet spoke.
“The servant of the transcendental person from the Demon Realm… They will want to kill you and create a gigantic demon world that has never been seen before. “The more you try to close the world, the stronger it will react and the more force it will exert.”
It was also a natural thing to say. Although Llewelyn didn’t speak informally to the prophet, she thought it was justified because of the indecent behavior she showed just a moment ago, so she listened quietly.
“In other words, once Netel starts working in earnest… What needs to be done is simple.”
Words that anyone can understand. Despite his name, the prophet spoke of things that everyone knew.
“The most horrific water battle no one has ever experienced in the history engraved on this land.”
Countless gazes fall upon the divinity of Llewelyn that has stretched out just in time.
The pressure that causes your shoulders to enormous shake and your breath to become blocked for a moment.
The gaze is so infinite that it feels like the direction of the pressure is infinite.
The presence of a transcendent being seen from outside the universe. Although Llewelyn shuddered, she finished the descent of her fruit.
Now it was time to do the really important work.
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The fruit has fallen.
Although they were connected through a nest, the people coming out of the fruit were slowly coming down, following the light falling to the ground, as if they had branched out from the fruit.
Strange. However, those who knew how Llewellyn left and where he went before he left did not act rashly.
They just silently looked forward to what kind of good news Llewelyn would bring and how she would defeat the three clans.
After all, Llewelyn was a monster who knew nothing about negotiation and compromise, and she was someone who preferred more ignorant solutions than most barbarian warriors.
So the expressions on the faces of the people in the pantheon were not that bad. The number of people coming down from the fruit is not just one or two, until you see six faces standing in front of them.
There were three familiar faces.
Llewelyn, Lorian, and…
“… “There is one more Lucilla.”
As Isla quietly whispered, someone who looked exactly like Lucilla.
Even Lou Sila was wide-eyed at the sight of her identical face as if she was looking at her mirror, but then the badge that fastened the cloak around her body revealed her identity.
“… Emperor.”
A being who has been hiding her true appearance from Lu Sila until now. Lucilla frowned as she looked at something that looked like a replica made under a contract with Netel.
It wasn’t because she felt uncomfortable simply because they had the same face.
The only person who knew this was Eshaterna, and a more important problem was approaching their eyes.
“Three clans…”
Those were the exact words the Heretic Questioner murmured.
An aristocratic beauty with blood-red eyes, pure white hair, and deathly pale skin as if her heart wasn’t beating.
A mature and elegant lady who seems to have endlessly swirling chaos embedded in her eyes, but she is like a beast who exudes an overwhelming sense of intimidation.
A gloomy old man who wears robes reminiscent of a wise man, boasts a long tail, and bright yellow, slitted pupils.
Their identities could be known even if they were children.
They were the ones who were oppressed, attacked, and plundered the world for a long time.
Those monsters were slowly coming out from behind Llewelyn.
He didn’t look like a criminal being taken away. Naturally, tension rises. There were people who brought their hands close to the hilt of their swords so that they could draw their weapons at any time.
On the other hand, the three clans were quiet. I looked at them quietly, because even they knew that, except for the few strong men in front of them, they were easy opponents, not worth fighting.
Nevertheless, the reason we do not step forward and attack is because the king has ordered us to do so, and there is no need to step forward.
But tension slowly builds. The exchange of glances became more intense, and the sound of weapons rattling slowly filled the space.
Llewelyn stepped forward.
It was only a few steps, but all eyes were on Llewelyn.
She remembered the time she had received a birthday greeting not long ago. She still got shy when too much attention was focused on her.
Llewelyn took her steps again and stood between the two groups.
Behind her, she had the gaze of the three clans, and in front she had the gaze of the Ten Thousand Gods.
She is scared, suspicious, and yet has a lukewarm gaze from some who believe in Llewelyn.
It was clear to her that this was a situation that could not be resolved simply with words. For that to be the case, the gap between these two groups was deep.
Llewellyn did not overestimate himself.
Even if you obtain divinity, gain great power, and become worthy of her.
Because Llewelyn was still Yoon Se-jin, a newbie who had just become an adult.
He spoke in a soft tone.
“Can we have a conversation?”
A word that is neither king nor hero of the pantheon.
It wasn’t about influencing her audience with charisma or pushing my steely beliefs.
It was a word worthy of Llewelyn.
A humane young man who chooses to be human despite his power and qualifications.
As the atmosphere calmed down, Llewelyn smiled awkwardly.
She was still the Llewelyn they knew.