I Became the Wrong Race

290 – Eve (3)

Since then, time has passed.

Everyone knew that a big fight was coming and that they couldn’t stop it, so people focused on having fun and preparing as much as possible for it.

Llewelyn was like that too. Since there was nothing she could do if it was going to happen anyway, she wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.

In reality, there was nothing else for Llewelyn to do.

So Llewelyn was lounging around on her bed. Isla and her lovers did not show her appearance properly because they were busy.

She deserved it.

Llewellyn is simply a decision-maker and she doesn’t really have much to do except fight, but the lovers were leaders who each had someone to take responsibility for in their own field.

Isla is an excellent hunter and the person who started her journey with Llewelyn, and she is especially skilled in the maintenance and management of large settlements.

It was her role to decide on an ambush site and select hunters who would wait at that location. The same was true with food supply.

She had to have a great treasurer like Liehejedia, but it wasn’t long before she set about setting up her own land and starting her own farming. The only area that still functioned as farmland was a small vegetable garden in the residences of the three clans.

So, food was still dependent on hunting.

She must have been a forager, but Ulrich, who was mainly a forager, has died.

When Llewelyn thought about it, she felt depressed, so she changed her mind.

There were many other busy people.

Melody was in charge of overall management of the pantheon and giving answers to all people seeking advice, and Lucilla was the leader of the Inquisition and was in charge of training and policy.

Ortemillia was always busy, and Lorian was also rarely busy, performing all kinds of duties as a blood knight.

Llewelyn was the only one whose hands were empty. In fact, no matter where you looked in the pantheon, there were only busy people.

Llewelyn was an exception. That’s how he spent his boring time.

Sparring and training require someone to be present, so there was no point in doing it alone. Especially considering Llewelyn’s current state

[Name: Llewelyn]

[Race: Immortal]

[Occupation: Warrior – Mourner 19]

[Reputation: King of the Pantheon]

[Strength: 24(+7)][Dexterity: 24(+7)][Health: 24(+8)]

[Magic Power: □][Inspiration: □][Charm: □]

Llewelyn defeated Nerilmaeus and took over the level. She said she couldn’t see Ulrich properly at the time because she was mourning him.

Now she was close to completion.

[Skilled]

[Proficiency Bonus: +6]

[Weapon proficiency: simple weapon, military weapon, small shield, medium shield, large shield]

[Armor proficiency: light armor, medium armor, heavy armor]

Mastery has already entered the ultimate realm. Llewellyn knew that the skills engraved in his mind he could be said to be at the level of a master.

[Additional attack (3)]

Now that he can mix four moves in one attack, Llewelyn can cut, crush, and tear four enemies in an instant.

That’s all.

[Continuous wailing]

[Restrictions on triggering repeated tributes are removed.]

She has synergy with Entrance, and also has Constant Wailing in her hands, which will bring Mourner’s build close to perfection.

All that remains is one buried person. It was certain that she would get it in the fight.

All preparations were coming to an end. But for some reason, the anxiety didn’t go away.

Considering that Llewellyn’s intuition has been forged into divinity and has reached the realm of foresight, it is clear that she must do something…

‘You have to know what’s coming to be prepared.’

Has she ever had a gut feeling like that before, only to have it resolved by force?

It’s not that she didn’t exist, but in terms of percentage, she wasn’t like that in many cases.

Llewelyn said to be immune to surprise attack, but other people are not.

She couldn’t tell everyone to stop hunting and stay inside because she was so anxious. As someone pointed out, there was no guarantee that a big fight that would start in a week would end in a day or two.

Will the fight last for a month or two?

Even Llewelyn didn’t know if it would be a year.

In such a situation, it was an unreasonable response for her to stop preparing, which she had told people who were preparing for a fight that could last forever.

So, Llewelyn had no choice but to remain still with such anxiety.

The difference is that she focuses her mind as much as possible and sharpens her intuition so that she knows immediately if something happens.

Llewelyn lay quietly, concentrating all her strength on it.

“I’ll get better.”

I suddenly opened my eyes at the feeling of popularity.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was long golden hair hanging down like ripe rice.

It was a beauty that gave off a mature look because her hair was tied in one part and thrown over her shoulder. Her eyes were scarlet like amber, and the long eyelashes around her eyes were golden, giving the impression of a halo of sunlight.

She was a woman with bright colors overall.

It was unique that there was a darkness beyond the brightness in her expression and eyes that erased that atmosphere.

Plus her her long ears her her her. Llewelyn saw the elf.

“… Why should I get better?”

Her elf tilted her head, as if she had not expected him to ask that.

“Because you will get better.”

After giving her reasonable answer, the elf placed her arms on her bed and rested her cheek on them.

Llewelyn looked blankly at her her her her elf her, Esha Terna.

“Wasn’t your sister better? “I guess I was a small nanny.”

“Now that I look at it, I think Nauri is Nauri, and Lucilla is a great Nauri.”

At first glance, it sounded like she still valued her older sister more, but Le Welin knew intuitively.

That means they praise Llewelyn more than Lucilla. That’s right, Llewellyn thought to herself as she looked at the elf’s face.

Esha Terna tilted her head, perhaps puzzled by her gaze, but let Llewelyn take a closer look. Thanks to that, Llewelyn was able to look at Esha Terna’s her face her her her her in detail.

Eshaterna was very beautiful. She should have a somewhat gloomy and ominous aura, but she had the beautiful, off-white color of an elf.

Although not as big as her sister’s her, the voluptuousness of her huge breasts her her her her was also worth seeing, and her her dark but beautiful scarlet eyes her her her she were quite atmospheric.

Well, even though it can be said to be somewhat malicious, she was a popular character from the very first game.

I won’t bow down to anyone for my off-white color. Llewellyn preferred her her her her good nature her her her to her her her her malicious scent her her her, so he didn’t have many opportunities to meet her.

Let’s just wait and see…

“It’s pretty.”

“I know.”

Eshaterna seemed to know my appearance her her her well. She briefly smiled and answered, as if she was happy.

Even that shamelessness was attractive. If it’s done by a half-baked person, it’s a poor price, but if you’re as pretty as Esha Terna, well.

Well, I understand. And that’s it.

So Llewelyn stretched out her hand and stroked Esha Terna’s head for a moment.

The fine hair that flutters under her hand, one eye that closes when it brushes her cheek, and eyelashes that rustle.

When you brush the pointed ear, it gets slightly hot and the tip of the ear turns red. Esha Terna was pretty, and her behavior was cute, but she was cute.

Llewelyn knew that she was a very dangerous person.

She said she and Llewellyn were similar. Especially since she’s good at nothing but fighting.

Of course, Esha Terna should be more capable than Llewelyn because her hiding ability is higher, but if you put it that way, Llewelyn can also do various things with her divinity.

“Do you want to do it, Nauri?”

Eshaterna seemed to have accepted Llewelyn’s touch a little differently.

“If you want to do it, should you do it first?”

The elf smiles and continues talking. Llewelyn wondered if the question ‘Do you want to do it?’ Was what I thought.

“What to do?”

“Yes.”

“What…”

“Would you like to follow me first?”

Before Llewelyn could finish her troubles, she woke up being grabbed by Esha Terna.

She got up and walked out of her room, following the gentle guidance of her hand.

People were seen along the way she was walking. People who are busy moving around, carrying things, discussing things, and preparing for the coming future.

Llewelyn kept an eye on those people, but followed Eshaterna in silence.

Even though she thought she didn’t know where it was leading.

There was a sense of trust in her that she would take me to a bad place.

“But where are we going?”

But I have to ask. When Llewelyn asked, Eshaterna smiled brightly and said.

“Don’t you want to become stronger?”

These are words that Llewelyn cannot ignore. As Llewelyn watched in silence, Esha Terna smiled and led him to the lower level of her nest.

A space that was once crowded with people training or sparring, but is now empty due to the busy schedule.

There, Llewellyn saw a person who was not very familiar.

“Long time no see. Lord of the pantheon.”

He was an elf. He was not an ordinary elf, but like Eshaterna, he was an elf who reached the peak in a certain field.

There was a dazzle in the eyes, and the kind eyes were soft and harmonious with the neutral atmosphere.

Likewise, his neutral voice, thin body, but strong limbs with muscles proved him.

He was a fighter. Before the Dragon King existed, he was said to be the best fighter on the continent, and now he can be said to be the second.

The pinnacle of elf fighting skills developed over a long period of time.

Elf abbot.

Llewelyn faced him. He recalled the rumor he had once heard about the progenitor of the elves and the world tree.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. Likewise, there was a basis for the thought.

Elves are a race that lives forever. It lives with the World Tree as its mother, does not suffer from diseases, and has some degree of regenerative power.

Llewellyn listened to his intuition, which he felt only after meeting the abbot alone.

“… Netel.”

Netel made the emperor. However, did he complete the Emperor in his first attempt?

If you are a transcendent being who exists beyond time and space, wouldn’t you have gone through some degree of trial and error?

When it suddenly occurred to him that it might be a racial unit, Llewelyn was convinced.

“Were you also part of Netel’s arrangement?”

Netel’s image is closer to a tree. Although it is the will of this planet, Netel felt particularly connected to trees.

Llewelyn knew why. Because it occurred to her that the emperor was not the only medium that existed in this world and exercised her will in this world.

Llewelyn realized that the world tree that had already burned down and disappeared was Netel.

The elf abbot smiled brightly as if he was positive. As if to prove that he had not crossed the continent simply because of his friendship with the Dragon King, he immediately got to the point.

“I will teach you the fighting techniques that Netel has refined and arranged for you.”

Just as I am sure this will be of great help to Llewelyn.