I Became the Wrong Race

chapter 253



253 – Coronation (3)

There was actually no problem with opening a dialogue.

The problem is opening and maintaining a dialogue.

Coordinating well, incorporating opinions, and rejecting threats before the conversation becomes a murder scene.

I thought it would be difficult. The three clans feel like vassals of Llewelyn, and the people in the pantheon are all reasonable and good people.

I thought that if we communicated well, we would get along well.

But it wasn’t like that. This happened even though the conversation had not even started yet.

Llewelyn swallowed her saliva and shrugged her shoulders unconsciously due to her nervousness.

That was about it. In the place where the three clans and the people of the pantheon faced off, there was a magical power that made even Llewelyn, who was a god and showed a positive response to them, reflect on whether he had done something wrong.

The atmosphere was like a bomb ready to explode at any moment. Llewellyn rolled her eyes nervously.

Among the three clans, there was a blood relative at the head, followed by a shapeshifter clan with the largest number of clans, and at the very back were a man and a woman who appeared to be necromancers.

On the other hand, the Inquisitor was at the front of the pantheon.

The victims who fought with the three clans for a long time and possibly lost various things to the three clans.

It was clear that she couldn’t say anything hastily. Llewellyn thought about what it would have been like if someone had taken her sister away from her, and she was sure she would have killed anyone who tried to stop her.

Fortunately, someone took my sister away and had to give it back twice as much.

‘… ‘My sister looks good with short hair.’

I didn’t know this because I’ve always had long hair, but short hair has its own unique flavor. I would say it gives off a more active and professional look, but also has a slightly mysterious feel.

Because she was so used to her long-haired sister, Llewelyn found her short-haired emperor both awkward and new, so she looked at her without thinking.

It was when the emperor quietly blinked at Llewelyn’s gaze.

“Conversation. “Conversation is good.”

The person who spoke was a familiar person.

A man who lost his entire family to three clans and became an Inquisitor.

He, who had just reached middle age, was a person who, knowingly or unknowingly, gave great help to the pantheon.

Although he is not an overwhelming powerhouse like Lucilla or Melody, he is a man who can be said to be the top of the line.

He called himself Verven, and Llewelyn remembered him.

Unlike many Inquisitors who were able to evacuate with their families, this man had only his weapons and body his. He was looking at the three clans with burning eyes.

“But just because I have something I want to say… “I don’t think they’ll have anything to say back to me.”

He appears to be wondering whether he actually remembers the evil deeds committed against him. In fact, it was almost like certainty.

And Llewellyn thought so too. Llewelyn had to say to the three clans, ‘Stop killing any more,’ but that was only possible because they had a history of killing.

If you ask someone who has never killed anything in their life to stop killing people, they will be embarrassed.

Because of that, Llewelyn could not say anything and looked at the three clans. Most of the three clans had unfamiliar faces, except for the three heads.

Meanwhile, Lorian, who had been quietly standing next to Llewelyn, was unable to move at all, and Ellie Mule was watching Elise with an anxious expression on her face.

They seem to be afraid that an all-out war might break out here. Llewelyn was like that too.

We saved up as much as we could, but if we started fighting, it would be a mess. Perhaps she should have shown charisma rather than inciting conversation.

Llewelyn didn’t have that kind of talent.

Even if she had, she didn’t think it was right to use it. If you force a way out and cooperate with charisma, problems will arise.

She figured that if that was going to happen, it would be better for her not to hide it. Even she was shaken.

“I don’t know if I even remember.”

A sarcastic middle-aged man. Llewelyn looked at the three clans secretly.

I can’t see it clearly because there are so many, but I don’t know if he really doesn’t remember, or if he can’t come forward, or if he quickly hid that expression.

Llewellyn knew it was her time to step forward.

“Did you hear that the world was going to end?”

“Miss Melody told me. “I remember.”

Receive comments calmly. Llewellyn read her hidden emotions beneath that expression.

As expected, it seemed like no one was taking it seriously.

It was also natural. Perhaps it was an approaching destruction that could be seen and felt visibly, but the unprecedented destruction of which no one knew the method or method was too difficult to elicit sympathy.

I couldn’t figure out how it was going to be destroyed, and I didn’t know at what level, so it was difficult to decide on a response or attitude.

Perhaps, they believe that it will not be destroyed or that even if it is destroyed, it will only be the disappearance of one or two countries.

In order to realize the destruction of the world, the ability to convey information in the Middle Ages was insufficient, and there were not enough branches for the imagination to expand.

It is different from Llewelyn or Lucilla, where there were countless mediums to contact destruction. As evidence, Llewellyn saw the anxious expression of his older sister at the front of the pantheon.

Only Llewelyn and Lucilla guessed the situation.

One was a madman who fantasized about destruction, and the other was something beyond human.

“Are you trying to tell me to join hands with them because the world will be destroyed?”

A statement that feels so natural that it is not only reasonable. And it was such an obvious statement. Le Welin reflexively tried to say yes, but she couldn’t help but feel the expression beneath his expression her her her her.

That wasn’t enough. Most of the Heresy Questioners who stood behind him were people who had a grudge against the three clans.

Ordinary people who deep down think that it might be a good idea to sacrifice the world for their grudge.

Becoming an adult and experiencing the ups and downs of the world do not necessarily make a person more mature.

Even so, it is not always adult-like. People often become childish, and they are confident in being childish.

That middle-aged person was like that too. Even if it is a cruel choice for revenge, he is willing.

But I couldn’t blame him. Because he was a person.

“No.”

“Thank goodness. Llewelyn too…”

“But I want to ask.”

It was a question that came out as he was interrupting the conversation, but he didn’t feel offended.

Rather.

“Even if that happens, is it okay?”

I was taken aback by Llewelyn’s question.

“Because I kicked them out as you wanted and did not cooperate… Do you think it’s okay if you don’t have enough power to prevent the world from being destroyed?”

I couldn’t answer quickly. Instead, he looked at her silently, noticed Llewelyn’s gaze at her, and repeatedly glared at the three clans.

“They took your family away, so do you think that everyone in the world deserves to lose their families and even their lives?”

“How dare you make such a foolish move—”

He was about to get angry at her as her face turned red, but he was speechless when he saw Llewelyn’s expression of her.

There is such a thing as a person’s facial expression. Now, although these words can easily sound like criticism and sarcasm.

Looking at the expression, it wasn’t like that. A purely questioning expression covered his mouth

“I don’t know. Even if I lost it… “If the world is going to end, I think it would be difficult to choose not to help.”

Llewelyn was like that.

If the world falls apart because you don’t help.

I thought I would see countless things worse than losing my family.

That is destruction.

Children and the elderly, women and men, all die horribly and are left lying around.

The thoughts, warm feelings, and kind words I had inside.

Everything disappears and is forgotten, buried in the wind and sand. Llewelyn hated that.

After all, ever since he came down to this world in earnest, he has never been a mourner even for a moment.

And he didn’t really like the act of mourning.

Mourning for the whole world would be draining and tiring.

You might regret it. Because there’s nothing left and there’s nothing left to do but cry out in sorrow in the empty land.

If you survive, you will, but there is a high possibility that you won’t survive.

Still, Llewelyn shuddered just thinking about that possibility.

In the end, there was only one thing Llewelyn could say.

“If you don’t want it… You may leave. “I won’t catch you.”

It’s an unconventional sound. The man widened his eyes as if he was a little surprised.

“Are you saying you want to kick me out?”

She asked in a voice that sounded a little too cold.

Llewellyn shook her head quietly.

“No. If you want to stay, you can stay. But… “If you feel uncomfortable seeing the three clans walking around, you can leave.”

She speaks as if she has already decided. She might feel displeased, and she actually seemed displeased.

He didn’t add anything else.

In fact, she knew that Llewelyn had done everything she could.

He hesitated. She still had a lot of words left inside and some complaints she harbored.

As Llewelyn added, she couldn’t force herself to do anything.

“But if you want to say what you want, if you have to, let’s stay here and talk.”

He was neither a charismatic leader who controlled the group nor an alpha who solved everything with force.

In fact, he didn’t think he had such talent.

Rather, he was not very talented.

I thought this was the only way to avoid making mistakes and resolve everything smoothly.

Listening carefully to what people say, collecting many opinions and reflecting them.

It is a method that does not work well the larger the group, and is not an appropriate means of leading a large group.

At least Llewellyn knew that there were many capable people around her. Even Llewellyn did not need to be competent and outstanding.

What he had was the right to represent, not the right to oppress others.

He confirmed that in the quiet atmosphere, it was finally time to have a conversation.

“Okay, now for real… Let’s have a conversation.”

A way to prevent destruction, and a story about the world after destruction.

The two groups lined up on either side, centered around Llewelyn, opened their mouths quietly while glaring at each other.


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