I Became the Wrong Race

287 – Solution (10)

No one appeared until all actions were completed.

It was indeed a fortunate thing for Llewelyn, but Ortemilia did not seem to care at all.

Should I say that they are like three clans without social norms, morals, ethics, or shame? Even if a prophet, empress, or courtier came in during the official affairs to resolve matters, there was an atmosphere that made it seem as if the action would continue regardless.

Llewelyn didn’t make the mistake of asking if that would really be the case, because the answer was obvious.

After everything was over, I put the loose clothes back on and put the underwear that was on the floor in Llewellyn’s pocket, saying it was uncomfortable.

She content gently gently, gently rubbing her stomach, which had been the subject of repeated domestic violence, not domestic violence.

“I’m looking forward to the next egg.”

To be precise, she was adjusting her clothes and moving her seat to avoid the bodily fluids splattered on the floor.

“… “What?”

Maybe she didn’t expect Llewelyn to ask again, Or Temilia was blank for a moment, then she touched her stomach and said, Huh? She said and tilted her head.

“What did you just say?”

“I said I was looking forward to having your children.”

“… “Really?”

Llewellyn knew what she had done, and she knew the aftermath of what she had done. However, she did not know whether this also applied to Orthemilia, who could be said to be a special breed among necromancers.

Even considering the size of the body, the possibility of conception seemed small.

Llewellyn’s face turned white as she remembered the amount of fluid she had spilled.

Ortemilia did not reply otherwise. Did she think it was a joke, or did she think there was no reason to respond?

She just walked along Llewellyn for a while and stopped.

“Hmm, my stomach feels a little tingly and my crotch hurts. Can you give me a piggyback ride? “It would be okay to just carry the mother, right?”

Llewelyn did not want to keep watching her walking around, so she carried Orthemilia on her back.

Ortemilia, who was carried on her back, seemed to be in a good mood. Despite the violence pouring into her stomach, she felt relieved. Is it because her frustration has been resolved?

She didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that they had a similar mother-son relationship. She must be said to be of three clans.

So Llewellyn repeated her question to which she had not yet heard the answer.

“… Are you really laying eggs?”

And Llewelyn had no choice but to ask that.

“Yes? I should have known. “Haven’t you eaten the eggs I laid a few times?”

“I guess so…”

I knew that Orthemilia lays eggs.

However, she felt that conceiving Llewelyn’s ‘seed’ through an egg was a bit… It was unfamiliar.

Of course, it should be so, but there were some differences from the perception, whether it was common sense or not to just accept it.

Llewelyn was concerned about that.

“Really… When a child is born, the egg… ?”

“Isn’t that right? Well, she’s never had a child.”

Llewelyn lowered her pupils in confusion at Ortemilia’s words

“I guess I should say that, but this was my first time hugging a man. What a great experience. Personally, he felt like he wanted to do it often.”

“Yeah, really?”

“It was a great experience. It was fun.”

Orthemilia hums her song in affirmation, and Llewellyn is satisfied with the fact itself.

Two people carried them on their backs and walked like they were on their backs.

“When I get back, I’ll seriously consider staying in the bedroom with you.”

“Uh…”

“I will try to convince your sister.”

“Okay…”

Clearly, both his embrace of Orthemilia and his actions were Llewelyn’s will her.

She couldn’t say she didn’t have the urge. As good as Llewelyn felt, she was sure that it was all driven by her own impulses and the fuel of Orthemilia.

“Pregnancy… Should I say that, is confirmed that?”

But isn’t it a bit difficult to get pregnant after doing it once?

Llewelyn didn’t know if he was ready for her to be her father. When she asked, Orthemilia let out a sigh and she pressed herself against Llewelyn’s neck.

“That’s right. “Maybe.”

I’m not saying this for sure. Llewelyn walked on, thinking that she might not be pregnant.

“What are you going to do from now on?”

Ortemilia secretly asks Llewelyn.

Llewelyn rolled her eyes in contemplation.

“It would be good to put what you think into practice.”

The solution I thought of. Ortemilia said she had heard it before, and as she drooled, she gently rubbed her cheek against the back of his neck.

Her her bangs her her her, which had grown out symmetrically enough to obscure one of her her eyes her her her, flickered and tickled the nape of her her Llewellyn’s neck her her her, and Llewelyn purred her mouth as she felt a tickling sensation in her from the sensation.

What can be done, what must be done.

It was all a rare coincidence. But I wasn’t sure if that would work.

“I would like to say that we can be cautious, but the situation is not that good. But everyone in the pantheon will listen to your opinion…”

It was just as Ortemilia said. Llewelyn was clearly the master of the pantheon and the king of the three clans.

Now, depending on how the fourth clan emerges, you may become the king of your clan.

That depends on the dragons, not Llewelyn. Llewelyn sighed.

Since I had just resolved my frustration, I felt that Llewelyn’s plan was not that bad, considering my brain was working well.

‘You’re taking advantage of their hugeness.’

The God of Dreams said so, and Llewelyn thought that if there was a possibility, it was there.

Utilizing the enormity of the transcendent and their mighty power.

Since we don’t have a common goal, we can’t aim for the prize, but if it’s something similar, it’s possible. Llewellyn believed that his chance of victory was there.

So, the plan proceeds as planned. Maybe if a better plan came to mind, I couldn’t just sit back and wait until then.

The time was getting closer by the minute. Netel was trying to close the world, and was actually closing it.

The Transcendent’s misfortune will gradually worsen.

The more you try to close it, the stronger the attack will become, and not only your resistance but also the aggressiveness of your actions will change.

But that didn’t mean we had to interfere with Netel’s work. In the end, what Netel chose was the straight attack method, and the straight attack method will only prevent the worst outcome.

I wouldn’t say it’s the best, but Netel won’t care about that.

Even if Llewelyn tried to negotiate and ask them to stop closing the world, there was a high possibility that she wouldn’t care.

To her, most humans except her Llewelyn are like invisible germs or bugs.

She she she she she she she don’t care about bugs and germs. It’s not something I hate or dislike, but it’s something small that I can’t pay attention to because I can’t feel it or see it.

Even if she stops, it’s a problem. It was simple for her to predict how the Transcendents would proceed.

It was so simple that it actually turned out to be a problem. Are the guys who were plotting to disrupt the door that was about to close, stopping everything and just leisurely, happy that the door has stopped closing?

Llewellyn thought that if it were her, she would squeeze in and tear it apart.

Even if only two of the transcendents do this, Netel will be destroyed. The status and power of the transcendental are at the same level as Netel, and no matter how much Netel he is, he cannot protect what he has to protect and fight more than two beings of equal or higher rank than himself.

There is a plan and direction, but the method and timing are the issues. Llewellyn stopped speaking with her groaning sound, and Orthemilia was in the midst of rubbing her cheek against Llewelyn’s neck as if to show affection, and then suddenly raised her head.

“Llewelyn.”

Ortemilia quietly calls only her name. A voice full of caution. However, Llewellyn did not even pay attention, let alone be alert.

“Emperor.”

She simply spoke to the guest who was waiting quietly.

There were long columns lined up. One of them, there was a secret behind the scenes.

A presence so faint that a human might not recognize it. A body that does not even have a breathing or heartbeat, and appears to be neither alive nor dead, but possesses a very powerful divinity.

Llewelyn looked at her sister, who had cut her hair into a bob.

A woman walks out from behind a pillar and smiles.

She was an emperor, a woman with the same face and eye color as Lu Silla, but with her unique exposed skin and short hair.

“What’s going on?”

Llewelyn was wary of such an emperor.

The emperor smiled brightly, as if he was pleased with Llewelyn’s wariness.

“It would be normal for a sister to visit her brother.”

“You are the younger brother. “I am your older brother.”

“There are things that won’t change no matter how hard you try. You are the youngest.”

“Gibberish. Where can I find a sister like you? My older sister is quite dignified…”

“No no. Why are you both talking nonsense? “The first thing to do is to ask about the purpose of your visit.”

Llewelyn and her imperial brother and sister made silent eye contact, as if they realized they had been doing something stupid.

After a dramatic agreement, they decided to pretend that nothing had happened.

“So, why did you come?”

“It’s a message.”

Llewellyn lifted his eyebrows at the emperor’s answer.

At the same time, there was some backlash.

‘No, if you have business, you can say it first. Why are you talking nonsense…’

But she didn’t say it out loud. If the conversation goes on again, Ortemilia will scold you.

In a situation where even the bodies are mixed, Ortemiglia cannot be ignored. Llewelyn was trustworthy in that regard.

“Is it Netel?”

The emperor did not answer, and the answer was reflected in his attitude.

Then, she had an attitude as if she could not think of anyone else to deliver the message on her behalf. Llewelyn’s attitude was so unpleasant that she thought to herself, ‘This fucking b*tch is talking to my brother… ‘ .’ She thought.

Strangely enough, even though she had the same face as her older sister, she was able to treat her harshly. Worse than my sister on the bed.

“What on earth do you have to tell me? Everything was going according to plan…”

“Resistance is growing stronger.”

Resistance. Llewellyn did not bother to ask whose resistance it was. I knew it without even asking.

“And you had the insight that you had a plan. Maybe you delivered it.”

Netel exists beyond time. Although Llewelyn considered it a possibility, she did not know specifically what she was trying to convey.

“Are you going to execute the plan?”

The plan has not yet been communicated to the emperor. In fact, it was closer to the point where she was so new that she couldn’t even convey it.

If you look for it, it disappears before you know it, and it doesn’t show itself unless it’s needed.

I thought it might have some special power, but it wasn’t immediately important.

Llewelyn didn’t ask how she knew my plan. You must have heard it through Netel.

So Llewelyn silently looked at the emperor, and the emperor also looked at Llewelyn.

“After the sun sets six times and the moon rises six times. “At that time, my mother tried to close the world in earnest.”

One week. Before Llewelyn’s eyes widened at the realization that there was only a week left.

“Then, put your plan into action.”

She knew that the time to end was coming.