I Became the Wrong Race

93 – Cannibalism (14)

A light emerged.

The most brilliant light that has never existed before.

No matter where you were on the continent, it was a light that caught your eye whenever you looked up at the sky.

So, as if it was natural, everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky.

A light that burns gently and scatters a pure brilliance that has never been seen before.

In a land where the expression “God” Had become a dead word, people simply thought of it as a new transcendent.

I can’t turn my eyes away from its splendor, and I even feel an inexplicable nostalgia for its warmth.

Only a very small number of people knew the truth.

People who are powerful enough to be granted such knowledge, or who have already reached the peak ahead of the ascension that this earth has forgotten.

The powerful ones noticed the arrival of a master who had never existed since the gods who ruled this world left.

Their gaze reached towards the light that towered high like a star.

The first sight that caught my eye was on the vast snow field.

The far north of the Old Continent.

Although they exist in the smallest number in the tribal alliance, they have the greatest power.

The master of the Sword Saint Society and his nine disciples

They laughed as they looked at the light forming in the sky.

He put on a helmet, wrapped himself in a cape, and walked aimlessly.

Toward the New World.

On the other hand, there were also gazes filled with jealousy rather than envy.

The imperial palace moves south from the seat of the Sword Saint Association and reaches beyond mountains, rivers, and darkness.

Something like a small fruit hanging in the deepest part, using the shadow as a branch.

It raised its head and glared at the ceiling.

It was a ceiling containing the sky. In the intense light that even colored glass could not hide, the monster made of shadows screamed.

It was like a scream or a wail. It was a scream of jealousy, sadness, faint envy, and a sense of deprivation.

Amidst the cries, the emperor shed tears. He screamed at someone who took away what he should have been entitled to.

The shadows stirred, the earth raged, and the ancient mother hidden in the shadows screamed in the same way.

The screams that seemed to last forever soon faded away.

At the eastern end of the shadows, the sun was slowly rising.

In the rising sun, someone was smiling happily and apologetically.

Someone who had just finished meditating under that sun was not so happy.

A drone with a long, thick tail and red scales.

However, one can guess that it is a female by the faint curves remaining on its body.

The Dragon King clicked his tongue.

“Fairy.”

“What’s going on?”

“It seems like someone has become my disciple.”

The abbot of the Southern Elf Monastery, called Fairy, opened his eyes wide, while the Dragon King glared at the far west, where the sun had not yet risen.

A huge castle emerged from the coast where her eyes stretched out.

The blackened castle was full of magic-repelling magic, but the highest observation window was filled with only starlight, without any magic.

In it, the knight commander is glaring at the light with his sword firmly held in the ground.

Everyone who lived on the coast saw the castle of the Anti-Demon School flying toward the New World.

While the Anti-Demon School’s castle was heading towards the New World, the man who owned the territory at the western end looked blankly at the sky from his bed his.

It’s called Scorching Ball. He is the most powerful star contractor, and a man with the purest soul among all contractors.

He saw the light that burned the dawn.

“Lucilla?”

She is Starlight, not the Transcendent she serves. A light that is beyond brilliant, brighter than the sun.

As he looked at the sky where all the darkness had receded and even the clouds were dispersing, he got up from the bed carefully so as not to wake his wife.

While he took his flaming beloved sword and ran, ignoring the whispers of the ‘star’ chattering in my ear.

Above the New Continent, on the highest mountain, two women each raised their heads.

“Llewellyn…”

Unlike the worried look in Melody’s golden eyes.

“As expected.”

A strange look appeared in Lucilla’s gray eyes.

The two people remembered the same man.

A man with a strangely brilliant fate who protects human reason despite being a homunculus.

The light that once appeared did not fade, but rather shined brightly.

In the midst of all the attention, the woman who looked closest to the light opened her eyes.

It had been a week since the light appeared.

*

“… Ha.”

The sound the woman made as soon as she woke up was laughter.

I wouldn’t say it was a perfect and thorough plan, but it was a plan that was close to success without any variables.

But it failed. It wouldn’t have been a problem if I had just failed.

If it had failed and she or Llewellyn had died, the plan would still have gone as planned.

But that didn’t happen. I feel like I’ve gone beyond the worst and am stuck at the bottom. Selma stood up and laughed helplessly.

“I didn’t kill him.”

Selma’s blue-gray eyes looked towards the corner of her room. In a corner that seemed damp and humid, there was an identical blue-grey pair in the dark.

“Because he’s my younger brother.”

Short words come back with short answers. She was standing on the wall. The woman walking out had a sad expression.

A faint expression that would be difficult for an ordinary person to notice. However, Selma had a clear expression.

This is because we spent some time together. Selma glanced at her bound hands and she smiled.

“What is this?”

“Anti-transformation shackles. “Who made it?”

“… Hmm.”

I don’t believe you. There is no answer to the spoken words. It’s not like that, it’s like that.

A woman standing silently without even saying anything.

A beautiful woman with the same body and face as Selma, with short hair.

Isla.

Selma smiled crookedly as she saw the toy she wanted slipping out of her hands.

“… “There’s nothing left.”

It was only then that Selma realized that she had no trace of her mother’s strength left in her body.

Her mother is moody and emotional. There was no way she could let her hands and feet get out of control.

The clothes covering her skin were covered in blood, and her regenerative powers did not show up no matter how hard she tried.

Her body was so tired that it was difficult to lift an arm, and the strength that seemed like she could do anything just a short while ago had disappeared.

In her feelings of emptiness and deprivation, Selma slowly turned her head and looked outside herself.

It was an unfamiliar space.

All I could tell was that it was some kind of prison.

I had a thought that something like this might happen after I was defeated, but I had no idea it would really happen like this.

Are you a prisoner? Selma stared blankly at the wall.

As she already said, there is nothing left for her now.

Her mother her’s her strength her her her, the hatchet she had for a long time, and freedom.

All that’s left is to live in captivity and live an uncertain future with no idea what will happen.

Would I rather die? She was around the time Selma was thinking.

“This.”

Isla held out something of hers.

“Did you still have it?”

Selma stiffens at that. She couldn’t even blink her eyes and looked at the hatchet in her hand.

“… Why?”

Selma couldn’t answer and lowered her eyes.

How could I throw that away? It was given to her by her sister.

The answer that came to mind did not come out of my mouth. Instead, Selma hid herself again with a twisted smile.

“It’s because I got hit by her hand her her her –”

“Lie.”

Selma closes her mouth. Isla chewed her lip. With her tail dangling on the floor, she looked down at her sister with all kinds of emotions swirling in her eyes.

“Why did you still have it?”

Selma didn’t answer. Instead she closed her eyes and closed her mouth.

Her vague memories haunted her.

A kind of desire that wasn’t allowed for her, her mother’s sticky whispers that had been whispering to her since she was a child.

She suppressed and repressed her desire to give in to that desire until she met the three clans who came according to her mother’s wishes.

It was a matter of life and death. But… It wasn’t just that she didn’t have the will.

Preparation was needed. Ready to let go of your humanity and be more honest with your desires.

She thought she was done this time. What was left behind when everything was taken away from her was her own humanity.

There was no point in getting her back now.

But one thing was certain: that hatchet was no longer an ordinary, breakable weapon.

Selma looked at her sister.

“I don’t know.”

Isla closed her mouth with a faint smile.

She frowns, lightly sweeps the floor with her tail, purses her lips, then chews her lip.

As Selma looked at it, she remembered her past.

I remember when Selma and Isla were young and she said she would join the three clans.

Isla was like that back then too. After sitting for a while, she spoke.

‘You too, let’s go together.’

At that time, she couldn’t remember what Selma had said.

It would have been controlling worse for her to just not respond because she was too busy her desires while looking at her innocent and lovely sister.

It was still the same now. Selma knew that Isla didn’t know what she was saying and she laughed.

“Go. “If I want to eat privately, I’ll tell you.”

Isla pursed her lips and lowered her head with a sad expression.

Her ears are drooping, and even her tail is dragging on the floor.

Isla knew she couldn’t break Selma’s will her her her her. She opened the iron door and left more quietly than when she came in.

“… Huh?”

Selma blinked as she saw the unexpected people that Isla had filled the place she had left.

“Are you awake?”

“It is true. “I feel an extremely dark magical power, and it seems that there is a faint connection with the warlocks.”

Those who filled the space with black, shiny armor and heavy steps, and the man who took Selma’s consciousness away, standing in the center.

Selma looked blankly at Llewellyn as she entered the cell with the Black Knights.