I Became the Wrong Race

257 – Coronation (7)

“I’m back.”

The Emperor spoke, and Llewelyn nodded her head.

There was a person right next to her who wasn’t there when she left, saying she was leaving for a while.

“Your facial expression is scary.”

“… “I hate you.”

“Okay. “I’m not here because I want you to like it.”

Llewellyn remained calm despite the sudden start of a war of nerves. Normally, if she had been like this with other ‘Ladies of Llewelyn’, her pupils would have trembled and she would have been nervous, but the Emperor was not like that.

“What are the preparations for the coronation?”

“It went well. Actually, there wasn’t much to say about preparation.”

The emperor’s tone was clearly lighter than when I first heard it.

Is it because Llewelyn implicitly recognized and accepted her qualifications? Her attitude didn’t feel like it had been broken. Rather, it feels a bit comfortable.

Llewelyn thought she might be influenced by imitating her sister, but she took the lead and walked after the emperor.

It wasn’t until the snowy forest turned into a spring forest without a single raindrop and the blowing spring wind gently shaking her hair that Llewellyn realized that she had entered the temple.

To Llewellyn, she is a secret place where no one can be found who is hostile to God.

Although her her management she she was usually left to the God of Dreams, it was essentially Llewelyn’s land her her her.

It will continue to be like that. As Llewelyn thought, she glanced at the emperor.

‘Does this guy also have no hostility?’

It was unexpected. I thought she harbored some hostility within her.

‘Is this a warning to not do anything unnecessary?’

It’s different from the Empress. It was assumed that there would be similarities because she was the same emperor, but in reality, the emperor was the exact opposite of the empress.

It is extremely rational. All actions exist based on common sense and purpose, and all judgments focus on the present and future, without much consideration of the past.

It was a type of judgment that ordinary humans cannot possess. Llewelyn thought of the Inquisitor called Verban.

Even if humans know that it is rationally right and a more reasonable path, they cannot easily choose it. Humans are extremely emotional beings that possess only reason.

Le Welin knew full well that she was more human that way. In that sense, the emperor was, to put it in a good way, an iron man, and in a bad way, he was not even human.

Should I say that he is the exact opposite of Llewelyn, who has a monster in body but a human in spirit? Although his body his was relatively superhuman, his mind his was undoubtedly a monster.

“… Come to think of it.”

As I pondered that fact, memories of the past came to mind.

“Why did you send an assassin here?”

“You know, right? Confirming what you know isn’t fun.”

“Speak like an empress. Is it possible to feel something like fun?”

“That’s right. Do you think that if you live long, you will enjoy all the entertainment and be consumed by pleasure?”

Llewelyn was about to reply that it wasn’t so.

“… “When I think about it, I don’t think so.”

She recalled the games she had purchased on her Steam account at a really big discount, thinking she would have to try them out when she wasn’t playing Grimmark.

Although it was not as successful as Grim Darker and did not produce a series, it gained cult popularity, such as dark fantasy games that my friends enjoyed, and famous RPGs that are known to have had a great influence on Grim Darker.

There was an FPS that I was quite good at and liked, and there were also a few tycoon games.

I haven’t played most of those games. In fact, when I told my friend that I bought it, I was told to try it, but I didn’t have the good experience of playing and discussing the game that my friend enjoyed.

Because I haven’t even turned it on. If I had known this would happen, I would have saved money and eaten more instead of buying even if it was discounted.

Llewelyn thought of the food on Earth, which had already become scarce.

It was either AOS or Grimmark, which are the most popular in Korea.

Like, I’m sick of it, I can’t play the game because it’s so bad, or I ate up all the content.

Even though I made various excuses, I ended up coming back like a salmon and playing the same game.

I thought that even if the time was far away, it wouldn’t be much different if it were a human being, or at least a being based on a human being.

“Knowing people and understanding them is quite enjoyable.”

Words I never thought I would hear from the emperor. However, if you think about it carefully, the emperor was secretly showing that side.

If watching a ‘main character’ who plays a certain role and is swayed by manipulating the appropriate reactions and events can be an example of that.

I may have a shitty personality, but I couldn’t deny the fact that such fun exists.

Llewelyn just nodded her head quietly.

“Was it necessary for this time? To grow me and make me who I am now.”

Then, the emperor secretly turned his head and looked at Llewelyn. The expression was strange.

“No, if I kill you, my mother will have the only resource she can choose from, so I was going to kill her.”

Unexpected words. The emperor added calmly to Llewelyn, who opened her eyes wide.

“But it didn’t die; Rather, it grew. It turned out just as her mother had hoped. Even if I failed, my mother planned for me to succeed.”

Thorough b*tch. Llewelyn let her words slip without realizing it and looked at the emperor leading with a sour expression.

The emperor did not even look back. He walked quietly, as if there was no need to do so, as if to avoid ruining the coronation ceremony he had prepared.

Llewelyn walked behind the emperor.

Although the coronation was entirely the emperor’s idea, it was Llewelyn who decided what kind of coronation it would be.

Although Llewellyn’s level of humanity was not at the level where he could fully envision a coronation ceremony.

There were many people around Llewelyn who could help, and Llewelyn’s uniqueness was unprecedented, so it was impossible to refer to history.

So there was no problem in creating it from scratch. All that remains is to make this one-of-a-kind coronation for this unprecedented man truly unique.

Llewellyn drew attention to the coronation ceremony in his journey. As he walked, he suddenly saw a familiar piece of armor standing there.

“I’m here.”

Leader of the Black Knights, survivor Valterok.

Literally, in the field of survival, no one in Grim Darker can catch up.

He was waiting for Llewelyn.

“I prepared as you asked. The cradle is in excellent condition, so we can start at any time.”

“Are you injured now?”

Walterok nods his head. He spoke in a polite manner.

“The coronation can begin at any time.”

The tone was extremely polite. A tone of voice that I never imagined I would hear from Balterok before.

However, neither Llewelyn nor the emperor complained about that.

Rather, I took a natural step, as if I should.

Following the Emperor, Walterok, and Llewelyn, Isla walks. As we leave the forest, the flower fields flutter in the spring breeze. The emperor stopped in the flower field and grabbed Isla who was trying to follow Llewelyn.

The emperor smiles at first glance. Just seeing the smile made her anger boil within her, but Isla suppressed it with her natural coolness and raised her head.

Yes, she raised her head. Llewelyn was slowly climbing higher.

Climb one step at a time as if there were stairs to climb in the air. The steps I took to climb up step by step were neither fast nor high so as not to reach too high a height.

Instead of being impatient, he steps on the air with a leisurely pace. Right behind him, Balterok was already holding the cloak of his armor, acting as if he was trying to keep it from being dragged to the floor.

As she followed, Isla noticed the emperor starting to walk and the number of people on either side of her increasing one by one.

Familiar faces, people I’ve only seen a few times before meeting for the first time, and beings from three clans who are completely unfamiliar but give off a strangely familiar aura.

They all walk in order, without taking sides or fighting.

I walk only looking at Llewelyn. The destination is.

‘Pantheon.’

I saw a huge temple approaching. Although it is old and decayed, it is a secret place that is slowly being revived in a different form than its original form by the hands of people.

This is the place where this whole journey began in earnest and the place that will become our home.

There was a city, a village, a haven. Llewellyn climbed through the air onto the roof of the temple.

Balterok held on to the hem of her cloak to keep it from dragging on the floor, and as Llewelyn climbed onto the roof, she retreated.

The cradle was revealed. The cradle was floating in the air with the ‘Fortress of the Three Clans’ and the nest in the background.

Three towers, a fortress, and a cradle rising in each of the three directions.

Llewelyn turned her back on the three and looked down at the people.

A natural gaze that is neither arrogant nor nervous.

He slowly moved his head as if making eye contact with each person and placed his hand in the air.

Draw a gentle downward stroke.

Then a blue glowing line appears.

Draw short horizontal strokes and cross them. Then the lines interlock and the body grows in size.

Cutting through the coming night, a light blooms so intense that even the torches people carry flicker.

It was a sword.

A sword that no one has ever held in history and that contains the power of all beings that can rule this world.

If Llewelyn is a king, he is the only object that can symbolize that kingship.

A holy sword equivalent to Llewelyn.

The sword of the night sky, a cluster of stars.

Llewelyn grasped the hilt of her sword and slowly lifted it up.

The light splits. It splits the night sky and the constellations form a sword blade and hilt in the hand.

Sparks flying out in all directions scatter in all directions. People saw the exposed sword moving, drawing long traces in the night sky.

It was gorgeous. When the sparks that first popped out completely revealed themselves everywhere, they scattered a neat and clean black light.

Coo!

Llewelyn plunged his holy sword into her floor, made a loud noise, and shouted.

The voice was louder than a roar. It was a voice so divine that even those who were deaf could hear it.

A voice resounding in my heart. Even the headless god looked at him with satisfaction, and only Llewelyn’s voice remained.

“God has left.”

The voice is not loud, but it feels big and intimidating. As Isla looked up blankly, Llewellyn spoke again.

“I abandoned this land. He died dreaming of vain glory and eternity.”

A sad expression. There were very few people who understood those words, so it was a sincere expression.

It wasn’t for show. But it wasn’t important.

“There is no god to swear to.”

What is important is what is left on this earth.

“The stars are far away and cannot be reached.”

Twinkling stars reach the faint gaze.

Transcendent. A distant being that humans cannot reach, yet does not understand or allow humans to understand.

“Naturally, hope did not sprout. So, let me ask.”

Boom!

The sword hit the floor once again. Even though it was a sword with no weight, it was a surprisingly clear roar.

Llewelyn shouted.

“Is destruction really the only thing left on this earth?”

No answer comes back. Llewelyn’s star cluster hit the ground again, and pieces of stone bounced and made a thumping sound.

“No!”

That sound remained in my heart like a beating. Thump, pound, pound. Isla felt her heart beating wildly without even realizing it.

It wasn’t just Isla. Even her blood relatives, whose hearts were not beating, felt her beating and were looking up at Llewelyn as if fascinated.

“Even if God has abandoned us and the stars are far away, there are still people!”

What I say is completely sincere. Llewelyn shouted with sincerity.

“There are people who do not break down and do not lose their light even in hardships and mire! “Only those who have continuously progressed are here!”

Llewell Lin clenches her fist. Llewelyn looked down on each person with an attitude that seemed more determined than sad.

Although, Llewelyn continues her words.

“Formed with blood, death does not exist.”

The blood relatives, Lorian, and the court bag each react with different expressions.

“The only way to resemble chaos is to run away from death.”

The Empress grins, and Elimule and Isla each chew their lips or perk their ears.

“Even if I barely escape by hiding in the shadow of death.”

When the Prophet contorted her face in secret sorrow, and Orthemilia, with her hood pulled down, smiled.

Llewelyn shouted.

“Only those who did not retreat and moved forward even when death and life intersected have reached this place!”

Llewelyn said while looking at the people.

“There are people who shine fiercely despite being swayed by life and death!”

Those who remained in Llewelyn’s mourning.

People who faced death resolutely and moved forward as if they did not know the end even in the middle of life.

Llewellyn saw them all as people.

“So I, Llewellyn, declare.”

Wow!

Once again, the powerful pulse of the star cluster is in everyone’s chest.

“All those who have reached this pantheon are humans, and humans deserve to live and die! He can choose where he lives and where he will die!”

A story that is nothing short of idealistic. But no one laughed. Llewellyn shouted as everyone looked up as if fascinated.

“I will become your land to live in!”

Wooooo!

The name of the sword taken again dwells in my mind. Feeling a beat that was not her own, they heard Llewelyn’s call.

“So I will ask again.”

Kuung, a question that goes hand in hand with the name of the sword.

“Surely, the only thing left on this earth is destruction!”

The answer comes to me instinctively. The answer that comes from my soul.

No! Llewelyn smiled at the words shouted and asked again.

“The only thing sprouting in this land is despair!”

“””No!”””

The answer comes back immediately. The world trembled violently at the loud denial.

Even when Llewell Lin struck down her sword, her voice was not erased this time.

Rather, it felt like it was floating around in space like an echo. When everyone was feeling that way, Llewelyn asked the last question.

“In the face of the tragedy that has come, will we kneel, bow our heads, and just wait for our heads to fall off?”

“”””No!””””

A louder answer came back, and Llewelyn finally drew her sword and aimed it at the sky.

As if that’s what she’s going to cut and stab.

God has declared that the last thing left on this earth is.

“Then stand up, stand up and fight! “My people!”

The coronation ceremony is over.

And the last king ascended the throne.