I Became the Wrong Race - Chapter 289



289 – Eve (2)

“You will need reagents. A lot of that too.”

6 days before the world closed.

Llewellyn listened to Orthemilia prepare the supplies for her plan, and Llewelyn stroked her chin.

“What if it’s a reagent?”

“Wouldn’t it be a reagent to be used by people? Well, I have enough materials for reagents, but I don’t have enough hands.”

Llewellyn recalled the drug manufacturing staff he had previously brought from Arba.

Those who were brought here because they had the talent of an alchemist.

When Llewelyn asked about them, Orthemilia let out a deep sigh.

“It means that even after counting the disciples, it is not enough. How could there be no way to attract more manpower? It’s okay for me to stay up all night, but my disciples are weak people who can’t stand it…”

In reality, the only problem or risk that occurred when Ortemilia stayed up all night was frustrating. It was actually something Llewelyn could solve every night.

Of course, it was difficult to convince Isla and Lucilla, but it could be solved at night.

Llewelyn had now been officially allowed to mix with Orthemilia. The sister framed her by saying, ‘You like small things too?’, And Isla added, ‘You’re a pervert.’

Ortemilia is pretty big, so I guess it’s okay.

Llewelyn thought so. No matter how many excuses are made, it won’t change the fact that Llewellyn himself made such excuses because he wanted to be with Ortemilia.

At least Llewellyn is proud of himself, and all gods must be positive about their world.

“Should I give orders to the necromancers?”

Llewelyn asked.

“Well, that’s a little…” ” .”

Actually, Ortemilia’s reaction was not good.

“Why is that again?”

“How many of the necromancers do you think have knowledge of medicine, even if it’s not at my level?”

Llewelyn thought about those words for a moment. She thought that cancer would still be pretty.

Even though he is not at the level of an alchemist, his name is a necromancer.

I thought she might be quite skilled in the use of dark medicine.

But now, seeing as Ortemilia asked this and denied Llewelyn’s opinion, it would be the opposite.

“How is it? “Let me know.”

Llewelyn stares at her, resting her chin and asking. Ortemilia crossed her legs, feeling the urge to stroke the head of her son and lover.

Because her legs are crossed, she rests her elbows on her slightly raised legs and lifts her fingers. She probably acted unconsciously, and Llewelyn listened to her explanation as she wiggled her fingers.

“First of all, you know that the basis of necromancers is dragons, right?”

“Yeah, you’re a bit of a dragon too.”

Ortemilia looked a little sour.

“What kind of dragon is this? Anyway…”

Her her index finger her her her her aims at her her her Llewelyn. Likewise, it had no meaning.

“Dragons tend to do everything with magical power and overflowing physical ability, so there is no reason to learn something as trivial as medicine. I wasn’t like that so I had to learn. “The necromancers’ necromantic skills are often done on an instinctive basis and are not the result of thorough learning.”

But that wasn’t everything. Ortemilia explained it that way.

“That’s why the Dragon King was able to kill a necromancer. “He was able to exploit the gap between his instincts and his lack of skills, so couldn’t he be said to be a born hunter?”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Llewelyn knew Ortemiglia well. She wasn’t that stupid.

Rather, he was a wise and talented person with great intellectual ability. He must have a somewhat ostentatious temperament, but it was more of an attempt to hide his small and lacking physical qualities.

The fact that she brought it up in front of Llewelyn means that she wants something from Llewelyn.

If Llewell Lin wants, she can respond with her own attitude, words, and actions, and do something while hiding each other’s true intentions.

‘That’s a bit tiring.’

Llewelyn wanted something more direct and honest than that.

Ortemilia’s expression she wasn’t that bad either. Rather, it was good.

“Hmm, it’s easy to talk to you, after all.”

“Right?”

As Llewelyn grinned, Ortemilia smiled softly as well. She said, slightly lowering her upper body.

“Will you ask the prophet and the empress if they can help you?”

I’m asking you to ask because it sounds nice, but my intention is to ask you to bring me. Llewelyn nodded her head, and soon she left her post.

Two days after hearing the emperor’s warnings and recommendations. Llewelyn was still in the pantheon.

There are 6 days left. There was a lot to prepare, but there wasn’t much Llewelyn had to do or could do.

Rather, Llewellyn was rather leisurely. In reality, it was someone else than Llewelyn who was rushing to prepare and prepare the necessary things.

Because there was almost nothing Llewelyn could accomplish on her own. Llewelyn must have been a little depressed to think like that.

“That’s what God is like.” Don’t be too upset. When the time comes to fight, your sword will eventually shine.”

The God of Dreams, a newly experienced worker, tried to soothe Llewelyn with those words.

She wasn’t wrong either. She was good at Llewelyn, and that was all she could do for the pantheon.

Of course, it was best for her not to fight, but that was long overdue.

Unless Llewelyn quietly surrendered herself to Netel or Star’s hand and wasted for the sake of the world, she had no choice but to fight.

‘… In the end, am I putting the world in danger just to be happy?’

Llewelyn suddenly thought so, and she felt a little depressed.

Her conscience bothered her to be shameless.

At least she had a clear reason to fight hard. So Llewelyn went to visit the Empress and her prophet.

“Is this an order?”

“Yes, it is an order.”

The Empress briefly asked if it was an order, and when she answered yes, she went to help Ortemilia.

It was different in the case of the prophet.

“The prophet has already left to assist Ortemilia.”

When I went to her residence, a necromancer bowed his head and said so.

She quickly realized that Ortemilia needed her help and left.

Suddenly, Llewelyn had nothing to do, but it wasn’t a bad thing for her.

After Llewelyn left the Prophet’s abode, she walked around her pantheon with nothing to do.

There were countless people in that pantheon. They were people who were not there when they first stopped by the pantheon, opened a nest, and made it their new home.

There were heresy interrogators who followed my sister there. In a way, they were the first inhabitants of this pantheon and could also be said to be the first people of Llewelyn.

People who took refuge with their families, were abandoned by the empire, and still frowned when they saw the emperor.

People who fought for justice and what they believed to be right, and now feel both gratitude and anxiety at being able to protect their families and what they believed to be right at the same time.

They greeted Llewellyn and handed over food. Llewelyn accepted it all and walked on.

The next thing I saw were mixed-blood vampires. Nowadays, people who are virtually no different from their relatives blood can be said to be true blood.

They were originally born victims, but now they were livestock that had complete ownership of their own lives. Llewelyn couldn’t even find their old selves.

They honestly received blood, worked, and took care of others beyond taking care of each other.

Llewellyn liked that warmth.

Suddenly I looked up and saw a black knight.

The pantheon’s aerial troops patrol the cradle and its surroundings, floating in the air and on alert, walking and jumping around in the sky.

Considering that originally the Pantheon’s aerial mobility ability was limited to Brock alone, it was a positive change. There was no way that an air battle would be possible in the onslaught that was pouring in on the pantheon.

Llewelyn wondered how they would integrate into the future of this pantheon.

‘I’ll find out slowly anyway.’

Time is long, and Valterok is immortal like Llewelyn, so there is no need to worry about antagonism or a complete falling out.

Llewelyn continued walking while receiving their courtesy.

The forest and the hill, which had already been touched by the pantheon and its divinity, looked completely different from when Llewelyn first visited this place.

There were all kinds of buildings in the forest, and the stumps of the trees that had been cut down were being dug up and houses were being built.

There was a rough dirt road on the road between the houses, and it was noticeable that the part leading towards the road leading to the temple was paved with equally crude stones.

When I lifted my head and sniffed, I could smell bread, and from a distance, I could see steam rising with the characteristic scent of heated water, as if I was taking a bath.

In many ways, the way people were living was becoming evident.

At first, a place that was not even a ruin, let alone a village, became a village, and villages were connected to become a city.

Maybe it could be the last city on this netel, hopefully not the last city.

Llewellyn liked that kind of city.

“… Hometown.”

This place was now Llewelyn’s hometown.

Furthermore, I thought it would be nice to become a hometown for more people. In the future, the place where Llewellyn lives happily should be a place where other people also live happily.

The place where Llewelyn’s steps stopped was at the graveside.

A place where those killed and sacrificed in battle are buried. I couldn’t close my eyes in peace, but I was buried peacefully at the graveside where people visited.

There were flagstones and various offerings showing that people were buried there.

Flowers, fruits, well-carved wooden tools and dolls.

And even the dog curled up next to the grave.

When Llewellyn saw the beloved dog lying next to the grave of someone who had loved her and cared for her well, she felt the tip of her nose and her turn her bitter.

As she lay down, she was an affectionate dog who made eye contact with Llewellyn and waggled her tail. Llewelyn walked in front of the dog and patted the dog’s head as it glanced at her.

I could feel the warm body temperature on the slim skull under the soft fur.

How many more people will die and be buried here in the future?

Llewelyn answered the question that she naturally came to mind.

At least if someone is buried here, their death should be natural and peaceful.

Llewellyn thought so and strengthened her will.