I Became the Wrong Race

264 – Dragon (1)

It was only once that Llewellyn saw a necromancer.

But that one time was very impressive and deeply rooted.

Llewelyn still remembered that distorted face, the burst of laughter, and the anger. After all, he was a mourner.

The necromancer was the same.

Mourning Dragon, Nerilmaeus.

It was a dragon that left an impression on Llewelyn that she could never forget.

It was her madness that was eating away at her, her overwhelming magical power, and the power of her necromancer that she had tasted for the first time.

It was natural that her perception of Llewelyn’s ‘necromancer’ was distorted.

In the first place, the only necromancer he had seen until Ortemilia was Nerilmaeus.

But that single thought was so deeply rooted that Llewelyn worried that she had told herself to gather her necromancers.

When Llewelyn entered the desolate stronghold of the necromancers, she was wondering what to do if all the necromancers she met went crazy.

Llewelyn realized that the first necromancer she saw was extremely crazy.

Men and women with pure white hair and white horns filled the desolate space.

I could tell that he was a dragon and a necromancer based on his tail, sparse scales on his face, and horns.

What caught Llewelyn’s attention was their reaction

Unable to meet her her gaze her her her, whenever Llewelyn’s gaze falls on her, her breathing her her her stops even though her body her her her she does not need breathing. There was a look of tension on their faces that made her think that if she even approached them, they would get scared and faint.

It occurred to me for a moment that she might be pretending to deceive Llewelyn, but then the thought occurred to me that she was not.

Perhaps a part of divinely enhanced intuition. Llewelyn tried not to look too much at her necromancers.

Well, even if you’re deceiving someone, if you’re going to deceive them to that extent, you have to deceive them. Is there anything else?

Thinking that given the circumstances, she might not be deceiving with malice, Llewelyn stopped.

It was clearly the only place with sunlight in the desolate space. I couldn’t tell if it was real sunlight, but it was moderately warm and pleasant.

There, Llewelyn felt the presence of the Dragon King following her.

He stands proudly, but walks slowly, as if on guard.

Llewelyn was worried that she might go wild and attack her randomly, but that didn’t happen.

“As you commanded, I have gathered everyone.”

The Prophet said that with a disapproving expression, and Llewelyn wondered if she should break that face again, but then she gave up.

Some people thought that if they talked about it like that, they would have done it right away, and some people thought that it would be better to have an antipathy towards Llewelyn and tackle her and get rid of her.

Llewellyn said she was alert to the moment when she became arrogant and overconfident in her judgment. She didn’t know, but she wasn’t very intelligent, and she was sure that if she got into that situation one day, there would be no way to turn back.

That was true. Since Llewelyn herself calls a person who knows her subject and shame, her self-evaluation was objective to some extent.

So Llewelyn endured the prophet and passed over.

Taking a deep breath, Llewelyn glared at the prophet.

“Do you know why I told you to gather together?”

There is divinity in the voice. A profound voice that frightens not only the necromancer but also the sister who was watching Ortemilia behind the scenes.

The fascination that permeated so deeply was enough to enchant the three clans, but the prophet paused and struggled to come to his senses.

‘He is worthy of being the head of the three clans.’

If she was actually fascinated, she would have thought it would be better to put a more capable person in the position. Llewelyn glanced at the Dragon King as he looked behind her.

The Dragon King stepped forward with a face that showed his hatred.

“Yongin… ?”

One of the necromancers muttered.

“Why is Yongin here… ?” .”

“The king has opened it…”

“Do we also have to get used to inferior species?”

They freely exchange opinions with each other, making you wonder if this is the atmosphere they were originally in.

As Lu Welin listened in silence, she glanced at the Dragon King.

And then she saw Orthemilia standing behind her.

The reason why I came to this place was to gather all the prophets and necromancers and open a dialogue.

It was entirely in Ortemilia.

Llewellyn made eye contact with Orthemilia, and after a moment of hesitation, she smiled.

It was a smile that did not feel tense at all. Seeing that she had such an expression even in front of her own people whom she had so desperately wanted to reach, it seemed like she had nothing to worry about.

So Llewelyn did not hesitate.

“This man is called the Dragon King on the continent.”

Dragon King. The necromancers all fell silent at that outrageous expression.

A faint expression of irritation and anger comes to mind. Rather than being discouraged by the countless gazes, the Dragon King became even more angry.

Wow, just by looking at the sound of teeth grinding and clenched fists, it was like that. I don’t know how many of these necromancers are good at fighting, but I thought that if they fought properly, the Dragon King would be able to catch and kill many of them by himself.

But that shouldn’t be the case. Since we are on the verge of destruction of the world, I am eating away at my own flesh.

Llewelyn stamped her foot lightly.

Ugh!

A gray divinity spreading out in a long, drawn-out sound.

The necromancers fall silent again, and the Dragon King looks at Llewelyn.

Llewelyn slowly opened her mouth amidst countless gazes.

“The Dragon King came here to discuss the future.”

Future. Because it was an ambiguous expression, no one could inquire or respond. In the silence, Llewelyn saw her prophet.

I thought that if there was a corner that got stabbed, it would definitely be noticeable.

But surprisingly, the prophet was calm. That can’t be possible.

Llewelyn pointed out that she must have hidden her expression her her her well her.

“To be more precise, it should be said that it is the future of the entire species.”

Despite the mad expression, the three clans seemed unimpressed.

Knowingly or unknowingly, they considered all species other than their own to be inferior species, so it was natural.

The only exceptions were the shapeshifters, blood relatives, and Llewelyn of the same three clans.

Llewelyn spoke as if meeting their gaze

“Although she passed on her her position her her her as the Dragon King her to her her her her descendants her her her and went on her own path, her her her her world her she still regards her as her her Dragon King her her. She is A dragon among dragons, the strongest fighter who killed a dragon… She is an individual who can compete on equal footing with the three clans.”

It’s a sound that suddenly becomes unpleasant. But no one showed it.

This was due to the charm, but it was also an action that came from knowing that Llewelyn had dealt with the crazy dragon Nerilmaeus, which had been a nuisance for a long time.

Fear, so to speak, coming from the fact that he so easily dealt with Nerilmaeus, who was the most troublesome of his people.

Llewelyn knew that. So she tried to swallow a bitter smile.

Necromancers fear death. She was afraid that what they had been avoiding for so long was finally catching up.

But those guys. Llewelyn said, suppressing her anger for a moment.

“The Dragon King has come to seek help. For more details… It would be better to hear it in person.”

When Llewelyn glanced, the Dragon King stepped forward.

“I am the Dragon King.”

The words she spoke out went against the spirit of the necromancer, but she was not afraid of the countless stares.

She grew as if she was eager to pounce.

“I am the king of the race you created and abandoned, and I am a fighter who fights for them.”

She said, “I heard we were going to discuss the future.”

The Dragon King kept his mouth shut, probably offended by the prophet’s grave voice.

‘Yes, I have come to discuss the future of your death,’ she barely restrained herself from replying.

Even though she had an impulsive side, her purpose was right under her nose.

Maybe it can be solved. She believed that she might be able to preserve the future of her race and save countless people.

It was a journey just for that. She thought that the only person who could do that was a star that had not yet risen.

So, didn’t she cross the ocean and continent to find him? After a long hesitation, she finally shook her head.

“… Yes, we came to discuss the future.”

It was an unexpected aspect for Llewelyn. I thought she would definitely get angry and attack me, so she secretly covered her arms with her blood.

When Llewelyn took her her her her blood her her her, the Dragon King glanced at her with faintly trembling pupils and saw her her her her Orthemilia her.

From Ortemilia’s explanation her, many stories floated through her mind, and the reason she went on this whole journey came to mind.

The memory of the first time I killed a dragon.

“I will speak bluntly. “I have come to lift the curse you placed on Yongin.”

“… Curse?”

“Don’t pretend not to know!”

In the end, the Dragon King couldn’t stand it anymore. She stamped her feet so hard that her bottom cracked and pressed her tail against it.

The attitude of being able to jump out at any time. Llewelyn slightly changed her posture with narrowed eyes, but the Dragon King did not see her.

“The heart where magical power flows is overheating. A child dies as soon as it is born, and an old man loses his senses and becomes a beast, killing and eating his family! “The blood is boiling, and the body is melting away without even leaving behind!”

“… “What?”

“Are you still going to pretend not to know? Did you think you could just pretend to be shocked and get away with it?! “It’s a curse you imposed!”

It was happening in the north, in the land of the Yongin people.

When Llewellyn heard that, she thought it was not her place to judge.

At least it was a symptom I had never heard of in games. Llewelyn wondered how the Prophet would come out and she saw him.

“We did it?”

“Said the dragon that died in my hands. A curse will come upon us, and we will not be able to stop it! So… !”

“Curse… “Is it?”

He asked once again, and then showed a look of disappointment mixed with shock.

Something that made the Dragon King, who was arguing with anger, stop. When the Dragon King was speechless, the prophet smiled vaguely and bitterly.

“It must be a curse. Okay…”

The Dragon King turns his back and laughs. Only then did Llewelyn realize that he was not the only dragon king.

Most of the other necromancers also had similar expressions.

It feels like seeing someone who has been robbed. Among those present, Llewelyn was the only one who guessed.

What if it wasn’t a curse?

What if it’s actually the opposite? A blessing… What if it is a reasonable rule?

Llewelyn thought of life and death stuck together.

“What’s so funny? I-“

“First of all, let me correct one thing.”

The prophet no longer looked at an inferior species.

On the contrary, he was looking at the Dragon King with a very lukewarm gaze.

A very sad expression. Llewelyn was confident, but the Dragon King was puzzled.

“We did not place that curse. Rather… We created you to solve that.”

“… “What?”

“But I never thought that you, who I thought were failures, were so perfect. “I sympathize with you.”

They say it as if they are experiencing that too. While the Dragon King froze, the Prophet loosened his robe and exposed his chest.

The robe of unknown material had been undone, and the prophet’s chest was clearly exposed and empty.

As if a large cut had been made where the heart should be.

The Dragon King’s eyes trembled slightly, and the man who was the Dragon King in the distant past spoke to the Dragon King.

“That proves that you are dragons… It is the destruction we had to face and avoid.”

Only then did the Dragon King realize.

The curse that the dragons are suffering from is the death of the dragon, which has been passed down through generations.