I Became the Wrong Race

258 – People of the Pantheon (1)

“That’s really… It was a great speech.”

People who look at Llewellyn with sentiments similar to those of Lorian, who is purely admiring.

Llewelyn smiled awkwardly in front of comfortable people who didn’t need to show off.

“I really did. “There was nothing I could fix.”

Melody also praised Llewelyn’s speech, but Llewelyn seemed secretly embarrassed, as if she had never thought she would hear such praise.

Rather, he said:

“I thought it might not be good because I was too out of shape… That’s a good thing.”

Others thought that her self-evaluation she was too low, but not to Llewelyn.

Llewellyn had never had anyone listen to her speech her in her life her her her, and not long ago she had never believed she could do something like that.

For that reason, Llewelyn was quite embarrassed.

Lucilla read her sister’s inner thoughts.

“You’re in form. It was really cool.”

The words she spoke with a bright smile were a smile that brought back memories of her Llewelyn when she was still Yoon Se-jin.

The smile of a sister who is flawless and honestly proud of her younger brother. When Le Welin saw that smile, she felt at ease.

If my sister says so, then it must be so. She didn’t put her thoughts into words, but her her sister her her her, who knew Llewelyn well, clearly knew what she was thinking.

Even then, they don’t point it out. So naturally, the turn went to someone else.

“… Actually, I didn’t believe you when I first met you.”

A god who resides in a body that is not of his own gender, with only his head remaining.

A being who embodies the word Yeongnak, the god of dreams.

He was smiling.

“I thought you couldn’t make it, and even if you did, you wouldn’t meet my expectations.”

“To say that.”

“You exceeded my expectations. “It would be rude to even compare him to a steward.”

It was a smile that seemed satisfying yet somewhat lonely. The God of Dreams said with that smile.

“I was with you and made a judgment based on the information you gave me. “The steward would not have been able to overcome the taboo.”

“What if it’s taboo?”

At Lorian’s question, the God of Dreams glanced at the Blood Knight.

Fortunately, I wasn’t angry.

“Dealing with Netel. If you make a deal and get eaten, it’s a disaster, and there are very few cases where you don’t get eaten.”

What was even worse was that Netel’s malice was not evident in such actions.

Netel literally acted without any will, let alone malice. If you look at the results after everything happens, he is definitely an evil entity.

Netel doesn’t even recognize humans. It’s just like scratching your leg because it itch and stepping wide because your posture is unstable.

Her fate and the flow of the world cause her to act that way, and since Netel is unaware of her, she causes her tragedy and causes her disaster without even hesitation.

She was not worthy of managing the world. There’s no way the gods didn’t know that.

“I guess it was inevitable for the goal.”

“But she failed.”

The father, the steward, chose ascension. Instead of climbing the Great Ascension together with everyone, he climbed up alone and died.

I don’t know if there was any behind that action, but Llewelyn thought it might be a sign of desperation.

Although she was desperate, she could not let go of her hope and was optimistic about her own destiny and goals.

She thought she might have done something while losing her sense of reality.

And she thought maybe she wasn’t so strange.

Because she failed at everything she aimed for, she felt like she would never achieve her goal.

Llewelyn focused on the God of Dreams, wondering if she would be able to not give up if she were in that situation.

“I don’t know what will happen yet.”

“But there is hope. “Didn’t you say that with your own mouth?”

Although he did not say it directly, Llewelyn’s speech was entirely about hope.

As long as it’s still standing here and there are people.

She said in her speech that hope is never truly lost.

Because people are hope.

Llewelyn smiled faintly.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“A little bit different. It’s not that you trust me, it’s that failure is no longer tolerated.”

It’s true. When Llewelyn quietly agreed, the God of Dreams spoke while holding Eshaterna’s hand.

“I feel what you said more vividly than anyone else here.”

He was feeling countless ‘deaths of dreams’ passing through his mind.

The world was getting smaller. There was even a feeling of pressure, as if they were trying to crush the whole world.

If such pressure cannot be suppressed and a crack or hole occurs, the force overflows like a turbid current, and as a result, the contractor is distorted and becomes something worthy of being called a monster or loses his reason.

That’s what was happening all over the world. The monsters who lost their senses all headed in one direction as if they had decided.

Toward the Pantheon, where all forces gather and prepare to fire off a single, gigantic beacon.

There was no need to gather people or attract enemies. Llewelyn also felt that fact.

“I will do anything, as long as it is in my power.”

Gods, the three clans, people, and even puppets made by Netel.

In a place where everyone gathered to prevent the destruction of the world, Llewelyn could definitely feel that hope existed.

A fight for the fate of the world was waiting.

And that’s quite far away.

*

After the speeches and coronation ceremony, people left to do their own business or discuss things.

The leadership, including Lucilla and Llewelyn, was also the same.

They are the leaders in charge of this pantheon, but they can also be said to be the most powerful force in the pantheon.

The advantage of human weapons lies in the flexible thinking of humans and the outstanding killing power of weapons, so in order to compromise both, it was necessary to attend meetings or places where opinions were communicated, even if they did not express opinions.

So Llewellyn stood there awkwardly. Just a moment ago, she looked unbecoming of a king who had given such a powerful speech.

It was so bad that the emperor poked him from behind with his finger and advised him to stand proudly.

But she couldn’t help it. Llewelyn wasn’t used to hearing stories that she didn’t know.

“The pantheon may be stealthy, but not the surrounding area. However, since this mountainous area has cliffs and rough terrain, I think it will be easy to block the monsters if we set up a defense line.”

“That may be so, but you shouldn’t demand common sense from a monster. “If they can respond, say if they have the mobility to cliff climbs or other means of circumvention, how will they respond?”

“If it’s an air battle, we can do it. If we want, we can move the cradle to this mountainous area and focus on defense.”

“No, the Black Knight is a valuable force. It is power that cannot be replaced. “I would rather preserve the Black Knight and deal with this area in a conventional way.”

A meeting place for discussions between the palace bag in charge of the strategies of the three clans, Valterok, the oldest Black Knight and head of the Black Knights, and Melody, the brains of the Heresy Inquisition.

Llewelyn sat quietly listening to the conversation.

The throne was uncomfortable. It wasn’t as soft as I thought, and it wasn’t made to be comfortable.

Rather, it was the height of discomfort.

I even asked Lucilla this to see if she would know.

She said, ‘Did she say that she cannot properly run the government if the person sitting on the throne is comfortable? Isn’t that why? I think that’s what she heard.’

After answering that, Llewelyn said that she had to endure it.

So Llewelyn listened to the conversation with all she might.

Fortunately for her, the seat was uncomfortable, so she didn’t have any thoughts or doze off. Llewelyn thought as she listened to the inevitable conversation.

“If it’s conventional.”

“Or Temilia is taking mixed-blood relatives under her command, stabilizing them through experiments, and training them. They have better muscular endurance than an average human, and they also have super strength that is not affected by magical power, so if you give them a steel bow, it would be a good way to keep them in check.”

“The cliffs are steep, so it would be effective.”

“If I were you, I would respond with a similar ranged attack. And since the monster is a servant of the Transcendent, resistance will be strong. It is best to assume that enemy reinforcements will basically be almost infinite.”

And if the enemies are infinite, the exchange ratio does not apply. Melody let out a humming sound as the palace bag added.

“Then, do you have any brilliant ideas?”

“Pursuing ingenuity in times like this is relying on luck and planning. “It’s not good.”

“Hey, really. Do I have to criticize them all like that?”

As Melody put her hand on her waist and expressed her frustration, the courtier’s eyes widened and he sighed softly as he pointed at her map.

It was a map said to have been drawn by Lie Hegedia himself.

The white finger of the palace bag drew a curve along the cliff line of the map.

“I heard that there are some Mages from the Protection School. It would be better to place the Protection School and archers in a group along the cliff defense line and tie them down.”

“Magic power is not infinite, so what can we do about it?”

“I will arrange for those among my blood relatives who are good at making shields with blood and attach them to them.”

“Hmm…”

A shield made of blood. For Llewelyn, it was an expression that came to mind when she first saw Lorian.

The flames sprinkled by Ethan the Star Blade were almost completely blocked with a barrier made of blood. I don’t know what its staying power was, but it was comparable to the protection school that had mastered blocking.

It sounded reasonable. Llewelyn rolled her eyes, and Melody, who couldn’t see with her eyes closed, tapped her chin as if she was rolling her eyes.

“Then maybe we can?”

In the meantime, Valterok intervenes. The court bag glanced at Walteroch.

“You will have to take on the role of the chariot. “We coordinate the battlefield by taking advantage of aerial mobility and rushing power.”

“Is it the role of a tank? Not bad. I agree.”

“Me too. I think it would be more practical that way.”

Fortunately, the operation plan was written in words that Llewelyn could understand.

Cradle and the Black Knight take advantage of their aerial mobility and excellent rushing ability to act as firefighters on the battlefield, and form a defense line along the cliff supported by Ortemilia’s hybrid vampires and the human protection school wizards.

It wasn’t a bad plan for Llewelyn, who wasn’t very good at strategy and tactics.

It already looked hopeful. I thought that if everything went according to their plan, the defensive battle would be easy.

But plans always go awry, and those skilled in strategy and tactics knew that well.

Therefore, the decision is always the king’s, not the strategist’s. A pair of gazes and two pairs of presences at the same time.

Llewelyn carried out a task she was already accustomed to, under the attention of Melody and Walterok and the eyes of the courtiers.

“I agree. The cliff defense line uses that as its main strategy…”

Three people place a model on the map and continue to develop plans by focusing on areas where the model has not yet been placed.

All Llewelyn could do there was listen and decide which direction to take.

Of course it’s boring. Because I couldn’t express my opinion independently, there were times when stories in a professional direction came out.

Naturally, Llewellyn’s mind drifted away. She sat at a distance on her throne, remembering only the rare words she heard that were important to her, and she spread her senses without realizing it.

A different sensation from what she usually spreads with divinity in her heartbeat. Something that was made possible by the insight she gained from meeting Netel.

Sensibly, she felt similar to when she first got the dragon slayer. Before she knew it, Llewelyn could not even hear the three people’s conversation, and in a daze, she looked where she senses she she were headed.

“Uh.”

The words came out of her mouth her her her naturally. The three people who were in the middle of a discussion all focused on Llewellyn and asked what was going on, but Llewelyn did not answer.

She couldn’t answer, exactly.

It wasn’t a coincidence that I thought of slaying a dragon.

Llewellyn recalled Valterok’s words that one day heroes like her would come from all over the world.

No wonder she felt familiar. She was caught by Llewelyn’s senses, she was indeed a party to those senses at that time.

“Dragon King… ?”

Among the countless corpses of monsters lying around, Llewelyn faced the bright yellow gaze of a dragon, perhaps because her name was called.

And naturally the mouth opened.

‘I finally found it.’

And with a very tired look.

Llewelyn felt her senses that she disappeared, and she blinked her eyes blankly.