I Became the Wrong Race

96 – Twins (3)

Llewelyn was expressionless. But she wasn’t really emotionless and expressionless.

He didn’t know much of her, but as he thought and thought about Isla, it was almost like he picked up some of her habits.

Llewelyn thought expressionlessly. Mother, about her existence

When I heard about my father again after failing at Netel, I wasn’t completely confused.

Because the existence of a father in the game was not something completely hidden.

So she vaguely knew that it was a god or something similar to a god.

I even thought that maybe because he was an ancient wise man, he created three clans and committed suicide out of despair.

She had a vague idea of her father’s power of hers, and Llewelyn even wondered how she could apply that power if she got it.

But what about my mother?

Her mother had no idea until she heard about it a while ago.

What does it do, what power does it have, and does it even exist in the first place?

She didn’t even know if she was friend or foe. And she had no choice but to do so.

Mother was something that wasn’t even mentioned in the game or in this reality, Netel.

No one knows of its existence, and those who know have not revealed it.

Just as even Llewelyn did not know anything, it seemed clear that even Lucilla did not know the details, except for her vague outline of her.

Maybe that’s why, when Llewellyn first heard that she was a vessel, she didn’t take it seriously.

At best, she wanted to do something to the world through her body, she thought, and maybe there was room for compromise.

That arrogant innocence was shattered. Llewellyn met Selma’s eyes her her her her, who were looking at her.

Her mouth opened of its own accord.

“What did a mother want?”

Selma’s eyes scanned her Llewelyn and then turned to her sister. There was a faint feeling of anxiety seeing into that gaze.

“She knew she wasn’t asking for anything in return, she was just giving her power. But… It didn’t seem like that to me.”

“Really?”

“When I fight you, when I’m trapped in the armor… ‘Mother’ approached me. They locked me up.”

Llewelyn hesitated for a moment. Can we talk about this?

Should I trust you?

The worries didn’t last long. Llewellyn made a decision.

“I am from another world.”

“… Another world?”

“I don’t think you’re joking.”

“Because no. This is a story about my soul, not my body. I am a soul from another world. Completely different from here… It was that kind of world.”

“So, why is that? Even if you ask me if my mother brought me here, I can’t answer. Because I don’t know.”

Selma’s answer is a bit sharp. It was because she thought she was talking about useless things.

But Llewelyn neatly ignored her discomfort from such a tone of voice. Llewelyn’s strength was not worrying about minor problems.

“No, you don’t need to answer that. Because I’m already sure.”

Selma’s eyes widen. Llewelyn spoke expressionlessly in that gaze.

“The space where ‘mother’ confined me was the school I attended. To be exact… “This is where I stayed every day after school when my sister died.”

As soon as Isla woke up, the image of Llewelyn looking for her sister came to mind.

That was the first thing I heard. Isla looked a little sad about Llewelyn.

“I hated that place. I wanted to go home. But I couldn’t do it because it seemed like there was a problem with my emotions. People were afraid that I would do something when I was alone. So I hated it there.”

“… Then what you say is.”

“If my mother knows that place, she must have been watching before she brought me here.”

Llewelyn strengthened her thoughts as she spoke.

It was definitely my mother who brought my older sister and myself.

“He probably brought me here from the beginning with the intention of using me as a vessel. “I don’t know why it had to be that way.”

“I know.”

Now it’s Selma’s turn. She turned her head and saw the blue lake stretching out in the distance.

“A mother is like that. For example… If you want to kill something, you tend to do so by causing as much fear and despair as possible while the entity is still alive. “He prefers to eat offerings alive.”

Llewellyn’s brow furrowed. An expression of displeasure and disgust.

Thank god. Selma hid her true feelings.

“Is your mother born for that?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly. “It’s probably not a complicated reason.”

Selma recalled the first time she met her mother.

The pleasure I gained from following as if I was possessed has long since disappeared.

It felt empty now.

“On the contrary, many people follow because they don’t know.”

“What does it mean?”

“I only wish for pure chaos and malice. Everyone. I don’t know if I was despairing of life or if something happened…”

Selma, who laughed, seemed to be saying that she had no such reason.

That was all she had heard so far. Llewelyn tried to ask why you followed then.

“Mother is the world. She can also be said to be the will of the world. But the world is not the mother.”

“What?”

“Things that make up this world, but cannot be said to be the entire world. What could there be?”

Llewelyn thought after hearing Selma’s words

The sea makes up most of the world. At least Earth was like that. So it wasn’t image-wise.

Mountain?

The mountains are the earth. If the land is not the majority, then what is the majority?

Likewise, it is not the sky. The sky is vast and covers the world.

So the things that came to mind quickly decreased in size.

After thinking about people, beasts, madmen, wizards, magic, etc., Llewelyn said something of her own.

“Forest.”

“You have insight. Excellent. “I really want to take it away.”

“Don’t even dream.”

I also wanted to steal that irritated frown. Selma smiled, regretting that she didn’t have the chance.

“Mother is the forest.”

Llewelyn nodded at the following explanation. It means to continue. Selma said quietly.

“You will know when you see.”

“What…”

“The constant growth, violence, and the mixture of order and chaos… The exterior.”

As Selma said that, she poked me on the cheek with her index finger.

“Appearance is probably the most important, right?”

Words whose meaning I don’t know. Llewelyn frowned, but Selma said no more.

It would be closer to not being able to say it.

“Is there anything else you want to ask?”

“How do you think that will come out?”

“No matter what happens, they will try to get the bowl back. “I will send useful and reliable limbs.”

Selma then looked at Llewelyn. A being who was able to shake off her mother’s influence.

Someone with superhuman mental strength and an easy-going nature.

“If it is not possible, they will try to interfere, manipulate, and capture you.”

“What happens if you get caught?”

Llewelyn’s question was actually a natural question that kept floating around.

Bowl, birth.

How is a mother born from a vessel?

Selma expected that question.

“Are you going to cut open my stomach and come out? Or like a baby being born-“

“No matter what you think, it will be different.”

Selma interrupted Llewellyn and said no more.

An attitude that seems difficult to explain. When Llewelyn’s gaze wandered, she shook her head.

“But let me sort it out. So that I can understand it as well as possible.”

She retraced the path with wide strides.

“Do you want to come back tomorrow?”

Llewelyn followed Selma and was on guard, but Selma did nothing.

Even the moment her cell door finally closes.

It wasn’t until the time when even the Black Knights left and the guards distanced themselves that she leaned against her bed and sighed.

She was ruminating on the not-too-distant past.

It was a dream she vaguely saw before she woke up.

In that dream, Selma was a good and capable younger sister.

A child who went hunting with her older sister and slept in the same bed every day, covering the same skin.

The two sisters were complete together.

Same hair, same face, same body shape.

Even their abilities were similar. Anything her older sister could do, her younger sister Selma could do, and anything Selma could do, Isla could do.

But the sisters always hunted together. When Selma shoots, Isla finishes her off. When Isla shoots, Selma finishes her off.

They were the best hunters of the tribe.

Everyone looked favorably on her sister and her.

The highest quality leather was given to them first, and the two of them fed the tribe without starving.

It was like that until the empire came in.

The peaceful daily life ended from there. He suddenly stopped and looked down at Selma.

As life became difficult, shortcomings were revealed.

The tribe was unable to use its original flag. Since they were all remnants of the transformation race, they had no magic power, and without magic power, they could not use their essential skills.

I held on for a long time, but the limit has come.

Selma wanted to take care of her older sister as she saw the situation becoming more difficult.

At first she was pure desire.

She just wished that her sister had laughed more often, that she had been safer.

That changed at some point.

It was around the time when my sister and I’s bodies began to grow and develop curves.

I realized much later that it was sexual desire.

The skins that were used to cover each other were changed to cover each other, and there were two beds in the tent.

My sister was disappointed, but Selma wanted to do it.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to bear it.

And at the end of that inflated desire, someone was waiting.

Something that has the name of a beast and is not a beast.

Rather, something as old and twisted as an old tree, full of patterns that stimulate the imagination of the person looking at it.

From then on, everything went awry.

Everything changed and became what it is now.

So Selma often thought.

If I hadn’t met it.

She chose to leave with her sister, and when she came to the New World, she escaped the tribes that joined the three clans.

If so, definitely.

Selma closed her eyes and recalled a scene.

Her her sister her her, herself, and Llewelyn hunting together and lying in the same bed.

Three people lying side by side.

It’s nice. Cute.

Selma’s self-talk and happy smile slowly disappeared, and her snow leopard sighed and opened her eyes.

Her eyes turned to the corner of the cell.

“… Really.”

When I got up, the shackles made a clanking sound.

“They say it’s never late. “What’s so urgent?”

She had the last laugh.

*

Llewelyn couldn’t think of anything.

It’s almost like she feels like she’s not even allowed to think anything.

Llewellyn refused to think because he saw something so outside of common sense.

So, Le Welin just stood there blankly staring at her cell.

Beyond the sound of the door being wide open, the sound of a person falling rang out.

It was Isla who was covering her mouth from behind.

It had to be that way. Isla is quick-witted, and Llewelyn also has good intuition.

Everything he saw and passed by became clues and were reassembled in his brain under the name of intuition.

In his gray eyes, there was something growing in the middle of the cell.

It was a tree.

It was something that could not be explained without the word reproach.

However, if you ask whether it is really a tree, it is also something that is difficult to answer.

It was covered in white.

From the part that was supposed to be the roots to the branches, it was entirely white, almost ivory.

At first glance, the color seems to be bone.

And, as if it were natural, there was flesh attached to those bones.

Flesh that moves like a pulsating heart.

The muscles are fully exposed underneath, writhing along the grain.

Fruit grew at the end of the branches.

A fruit that is still pulsating and strangely resembles a heart.

So this was a tree.

It was a tree made by humans.

Why is this here? The innocent question of ‘didn’t come up.

The moment Llewelyn saw it, she knew as soon as she saw the shackles buried in the center of the tree.

‘Do you want to come back tomorrow?’

Selma told me to come tomorrow because she would sort it out. She said it’s difficult to explain.

The reason was visible.

Selma must have known.

She doesn’t have much time left.

The mother is a being united by malice, and she believes that if the punishment is to be a sure one, it must be the moment she regains consciousness.

From the moment Selma regained consciousness, she knew this would happen.

Llewellyn saw the fruit of the tree still beating with excitement.

She then covered her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up.

He finally found out what was happening to the bowl.