I Became the Wrong Race

256 – Coronation (6)

“But you’re not in form anymore?”

Immediately after the coronation story, Llewelyn asked the emperor.

Even when I first saw the Emperor, he was in great shape towards Llewelyn.

Llewellyn judged such an appearance and attitude, eliminating any possibility.

This woman, modeled after the Emperor, Lucilla, should be treated as a de facto sister. She actually has the mental age to be called her younger sister.

Of course, in the relationship of brothers and sisters, who is superior and inferior is determined by actual age, not mental age, but in that case, the problem becomes very complicated.

Llewelyn is Lucilla’s younger sister and was born later than Lucilla, but her emperor was modeled after Lucilla in the future.

In terms of age, the emperor is the oldest, but if we look at the chronological order of who is the original ancestor, it is calculated that Lucilla is the eldest of the three.

The emperor was created first, but the emperor was created after Lucilla, and Lucilla was born after her emperor her her her her, and she fell into this world …

The more she thinks about it, the more complicated her mind becomes and the less able she is to judge. Therefore, Llewelyn had no choice but to choose a more intuitive direction.

That was her mental age.

A fluid number that does not increase in proportion to the time lived and does not always have a fixed value.

Llewelyn considered her emperor to be her sister according to the number.

Rather, the childish side of her that played outside of her life even made her think about what it would be like if she had a younger sister.

Another reason was that there was little hostility.

If I had to fight, I would fight, but dealing with a face like his sister was quite a burden for Llewelyn.

Fortunately, the emperor didn’t seem to have any intention of being hostile.

‘Like during the previous subjugation, we may not have actually intended to be hostile from the beginning.’

Even Netel did the same. It seemed like Netel actually wanted to help Llewelyn. In the end, it must be said that she was hoping that Llewelyn would make this decision and that she would take her place.

She can’t help but feel like she’s her little sister. But the emperor considered himself her eldest, and Lucilla considered herself her eldest.

It was complicated. The only consolation for her is that she is the type of person who likes to show off to the emperor, but she has stopped doing that.

Her eyes fall on Llewellyn, who she thinks must be ashamed. She looked at me with a puzzled look.

“… “Isn’t that what you’re saying?”

It was Lorian. Only then did Llewelyn realize that it was not the emperor who she had changed.

What she has changed is herself. Not the emperor.

I realized that my ears had been hearing wrongly because I had not been able to properly accept the Emperor’s jagged momentum and the point of contact with Netel.

And he had a vague idea of how it would sound to other people’s ears. Llewelyn stiffened her expression.

“Change is fast.”

Said the emperor. Llewelyn made eye contact with the emperor, and the emperor spoke with his characteristic, condescending, arrogant gaze.

“It’s probably because of meeting her mother.” It’s a slope.”

“What is the sergeant…”

She felt strange as she felt that she was no longer human. They say we are already far from humans as a species.

Still, the perception did not change. Rather, because there was no harm to the cognitive ability, it was possible to live as a human mind.

When I realized that that was changing, I felt uneasy. What on earth should you do if you suddenly become unable to recognize humans like Nettel?

‘No, I’m not sure that will happen.’

Even if you are certain, look for a solution. Llewelyn quickly cut herself off from thinking she didn’t need to do anything right now, and smiled softly at her older sister who was looking at her with concern.

“Coronation. What exactly should I do?”

“Considering its special nature and symbolism, it will require splendor and scale unprecedented in history…”

The emperor glanced at Llewelyn.

“Your personality probably doesn’t allow for that.”

She said that as if she had already figured out who she was.

“Giving a title to a commoner doesn’t make him a noble overnight. Your way of thinking and behavior is too striking to be that of an aristocrat. So what a coronation needs is unexpectedness.”

“If it’s unexpected… Are you saying it’s barbaric?”

Surprisingly, Esha Terna steps forward and adds her words. Perhaps because she had the same appearance as Lucilla, her expression was normal and without any signs.

The fact that he did not exude murderous intent was in itself a positive sign. There were almost no targets on which Eshaterna did not show murderous intent.

The only ones who did it were Lou Welyn and Lou Silla, and even she showed murderous intent depending on the situation.

As Llewelyn wondered if her sister’s appearance she was to Esha Terna’s liking her, she imagined a barbaric coronation.

It reminded me of a coronation ceremony where meat was eaten, hunting was done, and decorations were made with skin or bones.

It also felt like it lacked unexpectedness.

‘What is the unexpected coronation ceremony in the first place?’

Llewelyn didn’t know. The coronation ceremony that Llewelyn knows ends with wearing a crown.

Sometimes it is accompanied by a banquet, and various things are offered in the hope that the reign will last for a long time.

So, is the opposite of the typical example unexpected?

But Llewelyn knew that wasn’t the case. Rather, there were many cases where the opposite of the typical was also typical.

When Llewelyn gave an ambiguous expression, the emperor spoke.

“If you want, I’ll take it.”

“… “Can I trust it?”

“If you give up, it will be my place. All I have to do is polish the crown I will wear.”

A proud statement. Words you say even though you don’t think you’re really going to give up.

I thought that if Llewelyn said she was giving up, her face would be distorted with disappointment, and even though Llewelyn thought of him, she did not say it.

Instead, Llewellyn said:

“No.”

“Hmm?”

“Something just occurred to me.”

This is a pantheon, and Llewelyn must reign as the pantheon and the master of the three clans.

If so, the coronation ceremony must necessarily be appropriate.

Llewelyn opened her mouth, imagining the crown that her ‘father’ might have prepared.

“I have something to prepare, can you look for it for me?”

*

Isla was alone. No matter where she went, she was having trouble because her mind was not in order, so she wandered around and sat down in a suitable place.

Her eyes her eyes her eyes she were falling. Now that spring has passed, it was snowing.

It seemed to be probably due to the influence of the huge sphere that Llewelyn rode on. Isla just guessed and let out a long sigh.

She wasn’t feeling well. In fact, she wasn’t expecting it and she had no reason to expect it.

Still, hearing that she would not defeat Netel made her feel uncomfortable.

She didn’t even want Selma to want revenge, but she seemed to be doing it anyway. Isla knew she wasn’t being rational, so she left.

Isla didn’t know how to say things she didn’t want to say, words that cut out even her own heart.

She was a person whose actions spoke more than words. She is that way because she has lived, and she is that way because she likes her.

But it seemed like that belief was about to be broken. Let’s imagine the future that will come with the leader of the enemy still alive.

So she Isla left her her place her her her. She sat in the snowy forest and looked blankly into space.

Her breath coming out of her mouth continues for a long time. She was used to seeing it turn white.

Before she met Llewelyn, she saw this scene and thought she would live and die someday. She was nothing short of a slow suicide.

Coming to the New World was also part of that. When she ran away from her hometown, she never thought about doing anything.

I had no ambition, no other dreams. The goal was the same.

However, I don’t want to be used and I don’t want to do things that humans shouldn’t do.

So, he often changed his hiding place to avoid the cannibals who were persistently pursuing him. It was dangerous to head deeper into the New World, so I only wandered around nearby areas.

Until something unfamiliar falls from the sky.

Isla remembered Llewelyn the first time she saw him.

Pieces of meat lying around, obviously dead.

However, it was still alive, so I looked at it without thinking.

It slowly turned into a person, until it finally fell to the floor and made a groaning sound.

It was so unrealistic that Isla looked at Llewelyn for a long time, then carried him on her back and headed toward the campsite.

She cleaned her body checked for any wounds, and laid her down on her bed where she always closed her eyes.

I made a fire and covered it with a mattress in case it was cold.

It didn’t take long for her to wake up, but Isla secretly hoped that Llewelyn would be the chosen one who would save her and change many things.

That wish was only half fulfilled. She was chosen and saved.

Because she didn’t come down for her.

Isla knew that Netel would not die, so she let out a long sigh and played with her necklace.

Her necklace was the coffin where Selma was sleeping.

A necklace that contains Selma’s spirit and body. A tool that gives Isla, who is half a shapeshifter, the power of a shapeshifter.

A masterpiece created by Ortemiglia. She said she didn’t even know this was possible.

Isla knew that the feeling she felt between those words and the perfection of her necklace was similar to what Selma felt when she changed.

This was Netel’s arrangement.

Netel helped put Selma in her coffin.

When I think about it, she felt uncomfortable. Although she vaguely knew that Netel didn’t have that will.

Still, it was true that she felt uncomfortable.

As Isla tried to compose herself, she heard familiar footsteps in her ears.

Her ears perk up, and Isla slowly turns her head and rubs her eyes.

“My eyelids are freezing.”

To put it mildly, it is not that light. Isla gaped at Llewelyn’s words her her her, filled with consideration and hesitation, and tried to choose her words her her her.

She quietly closed her mouth. Even the involuntary wagging of her tail stopped and she turned her head back.

It was ignored. At least it was the most moderate thing she could do.

When she remembered that she would feel bad if she was ignored, she felt weak inside, but Llewelyn was bold in that regard.

“She wipes it with her hand and it hurts her her eye her her her. Use this.”

Before I knew it, the cloth came and handed me.

Isla took the cloth hesitantly, and without wiping her tears, she stared blankly into space.

Llewelyn followed Isla and looked blankly at her.

It was snowing. When I first met Isla, I remembered when this whole journey began.

That time when I jumped from the sky and fell to the ground like a star.

The memory of being fatefully rescued by Isla and starting her entire adventure.

Llewelyn smiled bitterly at the memory of her past, which already seemed like a distant past.

It snowed this much back then too.

This was Llewelyn’s original intention, and it was the opportunity that brought Llewelyn to this position.

If Llewelyn’s coronation represents and represents her existence as Llewelyn in the future.

Llewelyn must inevitably be in this form.

She then knew that her first companion must be with her.

Llewelyn sat down next to Isla, and Isla seemed to hesitate, and then she leaned her head on Llewelyn’s shoulder her her her her.

I didn’t really need any words of comfort. Isla leaned on Llewelyn’s shoulder for a while and looked into her eyes.

It wasn’t until her sun began to set that Isla dropped her ears.

“Be a good king.”

She clearly knew what she didn’t say.

The answer Llewellyn should give was also obvious.

“I will.”

There are still wounds in my heart, and the accumulated wounds are not going away.

Isla was able to endure thanks to her her Llewelyn her her her.

When Llewelyn returned with Isla, the coronation ceremony began.