I Became the Wrong Race

288 – Eve (1)

One week. If it’s short, it’s short, if it’s long, it’s long.

Llewellyn returned the fortresses of the three clans to the top of the pantheon and then stood before the people gathered together with the emperor.

“One week? “Isn’t it too short?”

Lucilla was the first to claim lack of time.

“Can’t we increase it further?”

“Does not exist. “My mother has already decided.”

“So, how can I ask you…” ” ” .”

“And what my mother decides is usually based on rationality.”

After hearing the emperor’s words her her her, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Does that mean it’s dangerous to spend more time than a week?”

Melody asked, and the Emperor nodded, blinking at her face, which resembled Lucilla’s her.

“Is it the Maginot Line?”

“… Whoa, I never thought I would know that old saying.”

The emperor is amazed. Although she wondered what words she had translated into, she did not bother to ask.

It’s roughly similar, but it must have been translated in a different language than Earth. This is a word that is only used in this Netel.

It wasn’t the important part. Llewelyn glanced over it calmly and let out a sigh.

“It’s been a week. So what will happen in a week?”

I’m not asking because I don’t know. She simply thought it needed to be sorted out. She blurted out her words with a clearly worried look, as if everyone knew it well, and they noticed.

Who will open their mouth first? There is nothing to worry about, Melody said in her unique, pleasant voice and tone.

“First of all, if we were to limit ourselves to the kind of attack we can imagine, there would be an enemy attack like Nerilmaeus did, right?”

“It’s an enemy attack. It would be impossible to predict what type it is.”

“I guess so. It is said that there are countless transcendents in the world, and the number of transcendents is as diverse as the number of contractees.”

This literally means that predictions are meaningless. Llewellyn drooled and glanced at the court encyclopedia, the empress, and the prophet.

“Do you know anything?”

“My King, the Transcendent is something that is almost unknown even to us.”

The courtier responded by slightly lowering her head and the empress simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

But the prophet was different. He ran his hand down his old-looking face and his beard.

“However, the classification is based on eyewitness information. “It is roughly organized, and we have also recorded observations on the phenomenon they cause and famous contractors.”

“Oh.”

“Studying the enemy is a natural skill.”

In that sense, the prophet was a different person from the empress, who was close to hedonism, or the court encyclopedia, who was close to military man.

He was thoroughly a scholar. Regardless of the skills he used against the Dragon King or his daily behavior, he was a scholar type who was strict and did not give in easily.

And because he was like that, there was something I could trust and entrust to him.

“Are contractors coming too?”

“I will definitely come. If what your mother is doing is disturbing them… “Whether they are pushed or threatened, they will somehow come to this pantheon.”

The melody asks, and the prophet answers. A girl smaller than Ortemilia, who had been quiet in response to the two’s questions and answers, raised her hand.

A swordsman and swordsman’s disciple who is a duelist who wears a repaired shield splitter on his back and a rapier used by a duelist on his waist.

Maya opened her mouth.

“If that is the case, the teacher may have a suggestion. “The leader of the necromancers, if you have nothing else to do after this, would you please accompany me?”

Llewelyn thought it made sense. Although Geomseong was a real idiot who was crazy about battle, in terms of combat experience, he was a monster that overwhelmed even the Dragon King.

He must have fought against all kinds of contractors and had some knowledge of all kinds of transcendental powers.

In that case, it was right to ask the Sword Saint for his opinion. Furthermore, if we cooperate with a scholar like the prophet, we will be able to come up with a better plan.

Maya looked at Llewelyn as if it would be okay, and Llewelyn nodded her head.

Gratitude flashed briefly in Maya’s black eyes

“Then the remaining problem is the establishment of a normal means of defense.”

These words came from Walterok. A golem that is part of the Three Powers of the Continent and has lived the longest among the three.

A strong man who takes advantage of such characteristics and usually stands guard in the sky above the pantheon.

Llewelyn was troubled by his words

“I wish security would continue as usual.”

“Of course. I think they might mobilize the Black Knights as well.”

“That’s good too. You decide the length and frequency of your shifts. If you need any support or anything from the pantheon, just ask.”

“Sure.”

Walterok quietly left, and many people remained after he left.

Those who remain have different interests and opinions. Llewellyn listened carefully to each and every opinion they gave and organized his thoughts.

It might be the final battle of the pantheon. It won’t be a bad idea to prepare thoroughly.

In the meantime, the Empress suddenly spoke.

“It might not be a day.”

These words were said with a very happy face. It was during this time that Llewellyn, who was in the middle of the palace encyclopedia and Melody was on alert, was talking about something she didn’t know much about.

“Not a day?”

“The attack, the offensive, the time we have to defend this place… “I mean, it might not be a day.”

He was still smiling, but Llewelyn thought that smile was creepy. That has been the same since the beginning

There was such a trace in the Empress’s smile her her her her. That of a wild beast that makes human beings tremble.

Llewellyn read the ‘concern’ deep inside that smile.

“… That means.”

“My mother lit up the world in one day! “Can I close it?”

It was explained using cute onomatopoeia and hand gestures, but the content was enough to see everyone.

“If not a day but a week, not a week but a month… In extreme cases, it could take a year, right?”

It will be fun.

No one agreed with what he said with a smile, but it made sense.

Maintaining a defensive posture and continuing the fight is only possible within a limited time.

If there is an active offensive rather than just holding out for over a year like a medieval siege.

‘I can’t stand it.’

Everyone knew that fact. What should I do in that case?

Llewellyn finally knew that it was time for his ‘solution’ to shine.

“I have a way.”

Attention was focused on what she said quietly, and Le Welin said.

The best way to prepare for the worst.

*

After the meeting, not everything was clearly resolved.

Problems still remain, and time remains. Time that is precious, and could possibly be the last, to be spent meaninglessly.

Even if we came here with different intentions, it was true that we were not out of this crisis.

After the meeting, people left the room to spend the last hour or prepare for the last hour.

Llewelyn was one of them. I left the room, and while everyone was scattering, there was someone who caught me.

“Sejin.”

A friendly name. Llewelyn laughed.

“Yes, sister.”

“Would you like to talk to my sister?”

Talk to my sister. She might be afraid depending on the situation, but Llewelyn was not in that situation, so she nodded without showing any signs of fear.

Fortunately, it was called gently and there was no fear.

She was quite the opposite. After Lucilla asked Esha Terna to leave her alone, Lucilla was looking at Llewelyn with a bit of concern.

“Sejin, what are you going to do?”

When she asked, she was full of worry. Llewelyn could understand such a sister.

She was pulled from reality and reminded of the possibility that the home she had barely managed to secure could be completely destroyed. Just the thought of such a thing makes Llewelyn shudder, and she must be like a sister.

Rather, Llewellyn knew that she and Lou Silla were as similar as her siblings.

It means that she was worse than him, not less.

“I have to try something. Do your best.”

“How exactly?”

“Well, the main method will be to defeat the enemy that comes and hold on.”

“Is that okay?”

As expected, Lucilla was clearly showing her concerns.

It wasn’t just a logical worry, it was simply a worry that came from the fear of losing her sister and her home.

When Llewellyn saw her sister’s shaking hands and her wriggling hands, she secretly reached out and squeezed her hands.

“Oh.”

A sound that leaks out momentarily. Llewellyn massaged his sister’s not-so-big or small hand and smiled.

“My sister thinks too much.”

“But.”

A sister who rarely whines. Le Welin thought that Lou Sila was cute and let go of her hand and stretched out her hand to her shoulder her her her her.

Lucilla let out a sigh of regret as she let go of her hand, and smiled at the warmth wrapped around her shoulder, and without resisting her younger brother’s hand, she was pulled into a hug. ﹥

The voluptuousness I felt when I hugged her was impressive. Even after relieving her frustration, she secretly has a desire to raise her head.

After all, people should eat home-cooked meals, and women should hug their older sisters. Llewelyn buried her face in the crown of her sister’s head her her her her her her her her her her her not one that would give much consent unless it were him.

There was a nice smell wafting out. The feminine smell that my sister always gave off, with the unique smell of soapy water.

A scent that Llewelyn has smelled every night since she was young, and that convinced her that the woman in front of her was her sister.

Llewellyn hugged her sister her her her, smelling the scent her her her, and Lucilla let out a slightly heavy breath and wrapped her arms around her sister’s her waist her her her, burying her nose in her chest and breathing deeply into her.

She took her breath away.

“Ugh, I love you…”

Lou Wellin smiled slightly at her confession that was dripping like drool. I thought that if I had known that my sister was like this, I would have been able to become her lover even if she didn’t have to move the world.

“Me too.”

Llewelyn loved her sister. She loved and cherished her sister as a family member and as a lover.

Llewelyn needed a home to live with such a sister.

Perhaps, she also needed an environment where she could take care of the children she had with her sister.

Although they are children born from close relatives, according to social norms, they are no different from children who should not exist.

Llewellyn was certain she was the pantheon. If Llewelyn wanted to live happily ever after, she had to stay here.

She has one week left. She was planning to make the most of the week.

She helps with defense preparations, prepares many things, and strengthens the resolve to fight.

So Llewelyn said.

“Let’s make sure to protect it.”

Indeed, Lucilla and Llewelyn were brother and sister. She too was thinking similar to Llewelyn. Although, Lucilla’s ideas her her her she were a bit more extreme.

The way of thinking of a person with a personal nuclear bomb that can be detonated at any time is bound to be different.

“Yes, definitely.”

Lucilla, she thought, would protect her sister at all costs. Even if the world burns, she