I Became the Wrong Race

279 – Solution (2)

It wouldn’t take long to gather people, but Llewelyn waited.

It was an intentional wait. She thought that she needed some time to gather information and think.

Llewellyn’s strength is that she is good at accepting other people’s opinions, but she thought that it would not work if she just relied on the opinions of others. To some extent, she had to be someone who could voice her own opinion.

It may be harsh to say, but Llewelyn won’t be much different from her dice if she decides.

That was why the solution that Llewelyn came up with began to vaguely appear plausible. As Llewellyn continued to worry, he raised his head at the feeling of her popularity.

“Llewelyn.”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay? Something out of the ordinary…”

Melody seemed worried about Llewelyn, but that was only because Llewelyn’s demeanor was different from usual.

She probably did it because she thought there was more to it than the change that occurred with Ulrich’s death. Llewelyn brushed Melody’s shoulder as if she was okay.

“Because it’s something that needs to be taken seriously.”

“That’s right. But…”

“I feel good that you are worried, but I have something to think about.”

Melody still looked worried, but she became quiet, perhaps because Llewellyn’s words made sense.

Melody had that aspect. Should I say she ended up like that after losing her eyes?

Her senses were better than before, but she hadn’t lost anything.

Melody, who used to observe the facial expressions of others and understand them independently, has now lost her ability to read other people’s emotions through facial expressions.

She couldn’t help but be sensitive to changes in people around her. Because we had completely lost a way to determine whether it was positive or what variables there were.

So Llewelyn naturally thought that way.

“Do you mind if I don’t fix my eyes?”

“… Are you okay. Because I want to be helpful.”

“I think sighted melodies are also helpful.”

“But it is clear which one is more helpful: the visible melody or the invisible melody. At least… “I want to stay like this until Llewelyn is deemed safe.”

And like Llewelyn, the melody also changed.

Because Llewelyn knew that, she couldn’t say no to Melody’s words her her her her. She just waited without answering, and after a while the door opened.

“I’ll get better.”

The first one to come in was Eshaterna. Behind her, there were definitely people Llewellyn had called and asked to gather.

“I brought them all.”

“Thank you. You stay too. “I hope everyone listens.”

Esha Terna closed her eyes and smiled, and as she moved out of her way, several people came in through her door.

Isla leaving a greeting and waving her her tail her her her, or Lorian following Isla’s her tail her her with her her eyes her her her.

“Sejin.”

“Sister.”

“What’s going on?”

“First… “I’ll let you know when everyone comes in.”

“Ugh, I understand.”

As soon as she came in, her sister started talking to her, and Esha Terna crossed her arms.

“Uhm, excuse me.”

A small Ortemilia sneaks in, and the three clansmen coming in one after another behind it.

“Hehe.”

The Empress who smiles inexplicably as soon as she enters, the courtier who silently bows, the old prophet who still has a gloomy expression, and the Dragon King.

“The elven abbot?”

“I didn’t call you.”

“… Why?”

“Because I don’t like it.”

“Uh, that’s right.”

Llewelyn regretted that she was not there, but she did not want to offend Esha Terna and end up stabbing her or breaking her neck in her sleep, so she quietly agreed.

“So, what did you call me for?”

It was the Dragon King who came in last who spoke. There is an awkward atmosphere in the air, and Yongin still looks at the prophet with slanted eyes.

Llewelyn said while looking at her.

“I have called you to determine the future course of the Pantheon and the fate of you and your clan.”

The words were unexpected to her. Her big eyes were wide open, and a faint hint of hostility drifted from her.

“What if you decide your fate?”

And instead of the Dragon King quietly raising hostility, it was the prophet who spoke.

He asked Llewelyn with a wise face, and felt a hint of secret support for the Dragon King.

It was unexpected. I thought they were dumping test subjects in random places like dogs defecating.

Is it because he is a test subject who has reached the same level of ‘dragon’ as himself? Although Llewelyn thought so, she answered.

When I thought of a dog, I thought of Huey, and when I thought of Huey, I thought of the dog that loitered in front of the coffin and wouldn’t leave.

I didn’t feel well. But first, there were things that had to be done in order.

“A curse that befell the dragons. “I thought about a way to solve that.”

The Dragon King stiffened in surprise and the Prophet with his eyes wide open. Llewelyn first spoke to those two and others who were equally doubtful or curious.

“First of all, let me confirm one thing: what is the cause and method of the curse that befell the Dragons?”

The prophet hesitated for a moment at the rare politeness and the unexpected words to resolve the issue, and as the Empress rolled her eyes, she lashed out with her snake-like tongue.

“Rupture and melting of the heart, hyperthermia due to overheating of magical power, multiple organ failure, spontaneous combustion… There will be various things.”

“What is the cause?”

“A life that cannot support powerful magical power and a looming lifespan limit… You could say that, right? More accurately, it should be called the limit of life.”

The Empress who laughs and naturally says cruel words, and the Dragon King who has a gloomy expression at the Empress’s words.

And even the prophet who glared at the Empress as if she were dumbfounded.

“In the end, since it is life, it cannot be avoided.”

“That will happen.”

The Empress who concludes her words. Llewellyn thought that this method could be used.

“Dragon King. “I will suggest a solution.”

I immediately put it into my mouth.

“Solution?”

Her attitude was as if she didn’t care that Llewelyn, who had spoken informally even when fighting, was being respected again. She may think it’s natural since she started talking informally to Llewelyn.

Rather, the solution I just spoke of was more important.

“It is a way to save your clan and solve the problems that will arise later.”

“… “Is there a way like that?”

The Dragon King, who was stuttering as if embarrassed, soon chewed his lips.

“Please tell me. I will do anything…”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just… If you stay at the pantheon and lend us your strength, that will be enough.”

It doesn’t matter if you live normally. As he added, Llewellyn thought it was certain that Yongin would be a force.

Apart from that, she also wanted to live a normal life.

I hoped everyone living in the pantheon would do the same. That was part of the happiness Llewelyn hoped for.

The Dragon King looked at Lu Welin blankly for a moment, but then she nodded.

“As long as it can be resolved, anything is possible.”

“Great. Then I’ll let you know.”

Everyone’s eyes were focused, and Llewelyn spoke as she felt the dream god hanging behind her in the affirmative.

“We just need to make the dragons go beyond the limits of life.”

Silence flows. I can sense the attitude of someone asking why they don’t know that.

Previously, Llewellyn would have been shocked, but he was relieved that his sister was not acting like that and that she had noticed that the backstory was hidden.

“I know. How does it sound? But really, this is the only way. Actually… Didn’t the necromancers avoid it that way?”

“That should be so…” ” .”

The prophet agrees, but shows a faint look of displeasure. Llewelyn calmly opened her mouth even as she wondered if she should attack the old man.

“But the method will be different. “Because you will know that there are limits to that method and that there are things to lose.”

The prophet sighs and says, “Umm,” And the Dragon King looks quietly next to him. She realized that Llewelyn’s words were sincere.

“So, what method are you planning to use?”

Everyone instinctively knew. What comes from now is the main topic.

Llewelyn saw Ortemilia around that time. A shapeshifter and necromancer with the appearance of a quiet girl.

She could perhaps be said to be an improved necromancer.

She is the one who created the homunculus.

Next, Llewelyn looked at her sister. She originally started out as a human, but she became a homunculus.

Llewelyn opened her mouth in confidence.

“We are turning all dragons into homunculi.”

Silence flows. No answer comes back. Half of the people who ponder the story, half understand and are astonished.

“That is…” What… ?”

Among them, the first to speak was Ortemilia, who was not a prophet.

To her confusion Llewelyn spoke.

“Homunculus is the essence of three clans. “It feels like the three methods of immortality are applied to bone, flesh, and blood, right?”

Ortemilia’s eyes widened as if she didn’t know she would notice. Her astonishment she appeared beneath her cute face her her her.

“My sister over there, Lucilla, is the first intermediate homunculus experiment. “She was able to survive thanks to her older sister, who was originally dead.”

Her sister smiled slightly when she was singled out, and Esha Terna waved her hand next to her for no reason. Llewellyn looked at the two women and continued her words.

“Orthemilia, if you, the prophet, and the Empress of the Royal Encyclopedia join forces, I feel like it would be no problem to create a new method of immortality. Since it is a fusion of the three methods, it will be more stable, and it will be an immortal species that is completely different from the three—”

“Now… Are you telling me to create a new clan?”

The Prophet said: Llewellyn smiled slightly.

“That will happen.”

“How… ” !”

“Is there any reason not to?”

As the prophet paused, speechless, Llewelyn looked at the court bag.

A being who once pledged loyalty to her father and fulfilled that loyalty at a mechanical level.

He was now quietly looking at Llewelyn. Le Welin knew that what was contained in that gaze was neither friendly nor hostile.

“Let me tell you in advance that I do not distrust you. There are times when this is the only solution I can think of, and there are times when I cannot just ignore such a horrible death.”

My heart melts and I die. That alone was very terrible.

It was better to stop it if it could be prevented. At least Llewelyn thought so.

“And, I know it is possible. Because I am none other than a homunculus.”

Homunculus is a being originally created for the purpose of serving as a vessel. Therefore, Gibbon just did not have magical power, and was not a being that had to have magical power.

Lucilla was an example. Lucilla was a magician with magical powers and even magical eyes.

Llewelyn exercised her newfound divinity.

In any case, the disaster that befell Yongin is the weakness of his life that cannot withstand his powerful magic and heart.

In the end, it can be solved if we can overcome or ignore the limits of life.

Llewelyn found the solution by introducing homunculi into her her her her new clan her her her.

“In principle, it’s not much different from what I applied to my sister. “You can do this to someone who is dying, as long as they are not dead, if you prepare in advance.”

Llewelyn recalled the introduction of her to Grim Darker 2. The moment when she chose to cheat death by converting species into a dying person.

Although the resources that went into preparation were considerable, the three clans had resources.

Resources allocated to the fruitless and useless ‘search for father’.

Llewelyn was urging us to use it.

“And if you want, you can be the first test subject. “What do you want to do?”

Llewelyn asks.

The only person in this place is Llewelyn who uses her her honorific her her her.

In fact, she had no choice.

Because she said she would do anything.

Based on the agreement buried in her silence, Llewelyn quietly ordered the three clans.

“From now on, I will perform the homunculus procedure on the Dragon King. Get ready.”

The three ministers bowed their heads at the king’s command.