I Became the Wrong Race

263 – People of the Pantheon (6)

“… Do you have anything to share with the necromancer?”

The Dragon King did not respond to Ortemilia’s courage. Rather, she shed cynicism, clearly showing her displeasure.

It was natural for Lucilla to frown slightly. Will she come to her senses if she melts from within her? Lucilla stepped forward with her evil thoughts.

Llewell Lin stretched out her arm and stopped her.

She naturally laid down and looked at her younger brother with softened eyes that were different from those she had shown to the Dragon King a moment ago.

It was not an expression that her older sister was allowed to show. Neither Llewelyn nor Lucilla paid any attention.

The Dragon King cared. But I assumed it was probably his cousin.

In this world, marriages between cousins were not uncommon.

“Sejin…”

“It’s okay.”

She was frustrated for Lu Silla. It’s not that I can’t understand her being so uncooperative, but it’s difficult to say that Orthemilia is a necromancer.

As soon as he saw Ortemilia, he attacked her with murderous intent, and he still treated her as a necromancer and did not like it.

Lucilla was not a bad person, and she was a very kind person to those who came into her arms.

Just like Llewelyn, she also cared about Ortemilia. Another reason was that she was small and cute.

The main thing was that she was a woman who showed no signs of coveting Llewelyn. She was also the person who created Llewelyn.

So Lucilla naturally tried to squeeze her Dragon King instead of her Orthemilia. It won’t end at the level of simply being squeezed in, though.

Something that Llewelyn must avoid.

‘But that’s not all.’

Llewelyn saw the Dragon King. Her Dragon King’s scaly lizard face her may not be able to easily read his emotions, but her Llewelyn’s developed senses and intuition vividly conveyed what the Dragon King was feeling.

She was regretting saying it. Because she emanated immediately, I thought she was Llewelyn’s illusion.

But no. She really regretted it.

Why on earth?

Why bother saying something you’ll regret? Llewelyn looked at the Dragon King with her doubts, and the Dragon King could not look at her Orthemilia and looked at Llewelyn.

‘… Oh, I see.’

The Dragon King was definitely a Dragon King.

King is not a place where one can be stupid. This is especially true in the North, where there is turbulence and power is the basis of rule.

If I couldn’t prove my ability, it would have been nice to have my head cut off. Because Llewelyn knew that, she thought that the Dragon King would be well aware of how what she said and did would be received.

And it was so.

The Dragon King was regretting. I knew that all these actions and all these attitudes would not create a positive perception and would actually achieve the opposite of their purpose.

But he couldn’t stop, even though the Dragon King is a dragon and a fighter of the highest caliber.

He was human.

He was an ordinary person.

He was not a person who had a cause or had any grand purpose, nor was he a person who had a mission and gave his all for it.

She was a girl who dreamed of revenge because her family was killed and her race was persecuted. In the end, she was an ordinary person who suffered from the scars that remained even after achieving revenge.

Compared to his power, he was the most ordinary human being. Llewelyn knew that.

That feeling remained throughout the entire dragon slaying that Llewellyn learned from stealing. It was a technology that could only be created by an ordinary person dedicating his or her all to an unusual purpose.

So Llewellyn quietly looked at the Dragon King in the cell.

“You say that, but actually, what I want to talk about more than anyone else is…”

“Llewelyn.”

A name called softly. Llewelyn looked at her Ortemilia, and Ortemilia smiled at first glance and shook her head.

After Llewell Lin closed her mouth, she took a step forward.

It was dangerous. They say there is an iron door and a wall in the prison.

The opponent is the Dragon King. A prison like this was no different from having no form at all to her. Nevertheless, the distance is narrowed.

Even though she knew very well what it meant to give distance to a fighter who had reached the peak, Ortemilia faced the Dragon King without any fear.

Because that was how she would reveal her trust.

The Dragon King was not a man lacking in intelligence. He wasn’t lacking in tact. When she noticed Orthemilia’s behavior, she lowered her eyes with a sour expression.

“If you don’t back down, I might kill you. And at that time, there will be no one to stop it like before.”

“Because I am a necromancer, I will not die lightly.”

“No, you will die for sure. “If I were to think like that, you would be dead before you could even take a step.”

A threat made with a sharp attitude. But Ortemilia was not afraid.

No, is it wrong to say that I am not afraid?

Llewelyn confirmed that her Orthemilia’s hand was shaking slightly.

‘It was like that when we first met.’

When Llewellyn first met Ortemilia, she attacked him with a question-and-answer dance.

Orthemilia gave in, gave up her attitude and cooperated with Llewelyn.

She was afraid of pain and death.

The pain and death that the Dragon King could bring was no exception.

But Ortemilia overcame that fear and stood before the Dragon King.

She wanted to talk. An emotional reaction that is different from the usual logical appearance.

Llewelyn sensed that there was something, and it was just like the Dragon King.

It felt persistent. It’s not that there is something else I want, but it feels like the conversation itself is the goal.

The Dragon King was silent for a long time, probably wondering why he would want to talk to him.

Her tail motionless on the floor, and her nictitating membrane covered her eyelids and rolled back.

After a short silence, the Dragon King finally opened his mouth as if he did not understand.

“I tried to kill you. “I cannot guarantee your life if I open this cell door now.”

“Uhm, I know. I was embarrassed. But I understood it later.”

“… Do you understand?”

The Dragon King had an ambiguous expression, perhaps because he thought he would not understand my ‘reason’, but Ortemilia was not.

Llewelyn thought it was her genius, but Lucilla considered whether there was another reason.

In fact, the correct answer was closer to what Lucilla came up with.

“I am a necromancer, but I am not a necromancer. He is a created necromancer, and after overshadowing her her death her her her her, he struggles to take her life her her in his hands her her her … “It’s one of the necromancer ‘ s failures her.”

The word failure is powerful. Ortemilia was very offended by people calling her a failure.

Everyone is like that. Only then did Llewelyn realize that Lethe had never once called himself a failure or all test subjects, including the homunculus, as failures.

In reality, she never thought that way.

Because she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she is she is a failure. I’m afraid that if she considers my other creations to be failures, she might convince herself that she is a failure.

Llewelyn tried to hide her expression of pity, and Orthemilia chewed her lips while fluttering her tail, which was too thin to be that of a dragon, on the floor.

She suited her appearance.

Looking for recognition, wanting love, wanting to show off.

Looks young. She barely opened her lips where everyone’s eyes were focused.

“Why on earth would you say that to me…”

“Because you are the same.”

The Dragon King’s body suddenly stiffens. It looks like he understood exactly what I meant.

Only then did Llewellyn guess what he had heard, the reason why the Dragon King attacked so recklessly and burst into anger when he saw the prophet.

The Dragon King was also the same. Llewellyn opened her eyes wide with incredible possibilities.

Yongin.

A descendant of a dragon and the leader of the North, a transcendent race with the greatest growth potential except for homunculi.

Is that truly a product of coincidence or necessity?

Is it possible for such a powerful being to arise naturally?

Llewelyn knew the answer.

Ortemilia spoke loudly as if everyone should hear.

“Yongin is an experiment created by a necromancer to create a ‘vessel of the father’… “It is a failure for them.”

Maybe a homunculus before a homunculus.

Llewelyn realized that she already knew that the Dragon King was not surprised at all.

These are people who are considered failures and abandoned as a species. But hatred cannot be explained to that extent. Llewellyn said without realizing it.

“And it must have been a livestock animal and a test subject.”

Lete smiles bitterly, and a faint anger seeps into the Dragon King’s eyes.

Llewelyn knew instinctively that she was able to learn how to drop and kill dragons.

To be precise, the reason why she learned that skill almost instinctively, leaving behind countless other good skills.

It was the same.

The image of Llewellyn, who was abandoned as an experiment and stood up to the creator with the greatest masterpiece among failed works, and the image of the Dragon King.

Beyond that realization, the Dragon King spoke. Anger and hatred creeped in, but I didn’t feel any hostility or murderous intent.

I was just plain angry.

“What do you want?”

Ortemilia answered with a complicated expression.

“Conversation.”

It wasn’t just a conversation. Orthemilia’s hand her her her trembled slightly, and Llewelyn glanced at her sister her and reached out to hold her trembling hand her her her.

Lete’s shoulders trembled, and she caught her breath at the warmth she felt in her hand.

“Yongin and… “Let’s talk about the future of dragons.”

Ortemilia was no longer afraid.

“… Sejin?”

No, maybe not.

Orthemilia let go of Llewelyn’s hand and swallowed her saliva at Lucilla’s sharp gaze.

*

When the Prophet finally realized that his lab was empty, he returned.

A group of groups could be seen approaching through the newly created entrance of the ‘fortress’.

“… Why are we together?”

It was truly a number that could be said to be a group.

The prophetess tensed her shoulders slightly when she noticed that the one in front of her group was walking confidently towards her.

I couldn’t figure out what that guy was thinking. What on earth are you planning and what are your goals?

I had to listen, but I didn’t know if it was true or how honest it was.

It would be easy to figure it out if he did it himself, but there was no sign of that.

‘The speech was pretty good, and the ambition was great… ‘Oh, I’m being fascinated.’

The prophetess quickly came to her senses and proudly opened her chest to greet the approaching Llewelyn.

He was the true king of dragons, the leader of the necromancers, and the ‘prophet’ who helped everyone flee from death.

As his ‘father’s’ advisor, secretary, and full-time wizard, he tried to be faithful to what he was supposed to do.

“Llewelyn, were you looking for me? It looks like it’s urgent business, but no matter how urgent it is, it’s best to show a minimum of dignity and leave no prisoners or strays behind-“

This was before the prophet finished speaking. Llewelyn’s posture suddenly lowered, almost touching the ground.

A posture reminiscent of a charging wild beast. The prophet reflexively uses his magic and throws a shield made of bones in front of me.

Wow!

Llewelyn’s fist, which accelerated without making any sound, shattered the shield made of bones and shattered the prophet’s skull.

The Prophet’s body fell limp and rolled on the floor. He didn’t die. Although he didn’t die.

The Prophet barely held her regenerated head and looked at Llewelyn through the faint pain she felt.

“What did you do all of a sudden-“

“… “I’m so unlucky to see you showing off, so stop.”

It was a clear lie. It was clearly a move with intention.

But there was nothing to say, and the prophet opened his mouth and tried to find something to say, but he gave up.

There weren’t many reasons that came to mind anyway. Because it was so certain.

Llewelyn said as the prophet stood up and shook off the dust from his body.

“Gather the necromancers. Because I have something to say.”

“As you commanded.”

The prophet bowed to her with a sour expression.