I Became the Wrong Race

206 – Sword Saint Association (3)

“Are you okay? They didn’t even bring her sister… The two of us…”

Melody became more anxious as Llewelyn got closer to the camp.

Even though Llewelyn didn’t answer, she couldn’t wait and immediately spoke up on her own.

“If something happens, I have no confidence in protecting Llewelyn…” ” ” .”

“Since when was I the object of protection?”

She smiled back, but Melody didn’t respond. The meaning of whether or not it was true was implicit, and Llewelyn rubbed her chin hesitantly.

She does not like being watched over by her sister, and she does not like being watched over by Melody either. Llewelyn tried hard to hide those feelings.

“I’m trustworthy… ” ?”

Melody must have noticed to some extent and became sullen.

She didn’t even have time to correct Llewelyn.

“It’s not that I’m not trustworthy, but I’m not the kind of kid who just needs to be protected.”

“Still. Because he’s my sister’s younger brother… “He is like a sworn younger brother to me.”

What are you talking about? Llewelyn frowned, but Melody couldn’t see it.

“Melody is not my sister?”

So when she puts it in her mouth, Melody’s expression changes. Her face was frowning as if she was dumbfounded. Llewelyn was angry for no reason.

“No, no matter how you look at it, I’m older than Melody.”

“Age is not everything. Llewellyn is often immature and childish.”

If someone had seen them, she would have dismissed them both as childish and immature, but there was no one like that.

So the conversation stopped for a moment, and Llewelyn was able to take her mind off Melody and look around her.

The campsite was located in what was originally an empty lot.

The luggage he carried was simple, and the tent was shabby.

An atmosphere that could not be ignored prevailed.

Just looking at the people gathered around the bonfire and yawning, it was like that.

It was an atmosphere where no worm, beast, or monster could attack you carelessly.

And Llewellyn knew she was like that.

These are the Sword Saint Society.

They were the most outstanding swordsmen across the continent.

Fittingly, wherever Llewellyn’s gaze reached, he saw sword tools, furniture, and people wearing swords.

A whetstone in place, a simple blacksmith shop.

A swordsman who sharpens his sword on a whetstone and then dexterously turns it in his hand.

The prosecutor even silently returns Llewelyn’s blank stare.

Llewelyn walked, trying not to let go of her nerves, and Melody began to wonder where she had stepped.

The two people walked in a tense mood. Crossing a larger camp than expected, to the Sword Saint’s camp, which is probably located deepest inside.

She thought the camp wouldn’t be that big, just over 40 people, but Llewelyn was taken aback by how large the camp was, contrary to her expectations.

When she looked closely, she could see why.

They were swordsmen dressed in the uniforms and armor of the Imperial Army who are still busy roaming around the camp and managing it.

They were helping raise, manage, and maintain this entire camp.

Maya was not among them. I was very fortunate.

“Melody.”

“… Yes.”

“I asked. “What do you want to do with the melody?”

Melody quietly brought her hands together and wiggled her fingers anxiously.

She answered in that manner, but Llewelyn was persistent.

“After meeting Maya, what did you plan to do with her?”

“… I was thinking about a duel. A duel guaranteed by the Sword Saint.”

I knew it. Llewelyn swallowed her sigh as her mouth felt sour.

It was obvious what she would do after that.

During the fight, she probably thought that if she died, revenge would be achieved and everything would be over, and even if she won, Maya would die and Geomseong would accept the result of the duel and there would be no problems.

But the problem was that that wasn’t everything.

What if the Sword Saint does not like the result of the duel?

What if someone within the Sword Saint Society who does not want Maya’s death uses a trick?

What if, really what if.

What if Melody died on purpose because she couldn’t swing her sword in time out of compassion?

Among the possibilities that could be realized, the last one was the most terrible.

Wasn’t it my intention to increase my divinity so that my people wouldn’t die and my people wouldn’t suffer?

Just thinking about such a possibility made Llewellyn feel like her judgment had been distorted.

“Because it could go well.”

Melody could tell just by looking at her that she didn’t think so. Llewelyn looked uncomfortable, and Melody slumped her shoulders.

“That is highly unlikely. If the Sword Saint disobeys the result…”

“That won’t happen!”

A cheerful voice suddenly sounded. Llewelyn and Melody stopped and looked at the person right in front of them without any sign of recognition.

It was a face I had seen before. When the Sword Saint Society appeared, the girl who shook her hand when their eyes met.

I felt like she was a dignified and dignified girl. A face that, if you had seen it without knowing anything, you would have thought it was the head of a girl.

She was a girl with cheerfulness flowing naturally across her face, and a bright appearance that seemed to have been created that way by her natural disposition and environment.

She had the exact opposite temperament from the avenger Maya we had already seen. But what couldn’t be ignored was the color of her hair and fur.

‘Maya’s… ‘Is it your sister?’

It was a girl wearing black imperial-style leather armor.

The fur covering her hair and ears was the same light beige as Maya’s, and the shirt she wore inside her armor was broad and active.

Even the appearance of her gave the impression of being active.

Hair tied up, a slightly smiling face, and brown eyes sparkling with cheerful light.

Melody, who was blind, looked quite embarrassed, but Llewelyn was not.

“Are you Maya’s older sister?”

When I ask, his expression her changes. Her eyes widen and she laughs.

Llewelyn blinked at the sudden laughter, and Melody looked confused.

“That’s right! I am Maya’s older sister!”

On the other hand, the girl whose name I did not know grinned at Llewelyn’s words and strutted around with her hands on her waist.

A bright attitude that is hard to believe as a member of the Sword Saint Society.

Llewell Lin closed her eyes in a daze.

“Maya will never have a sister…” ” .”

Melody said so, and the girl, a dog whose name I did not know, licked her lips while wagging her tail.

“It’s not fun! But, yes! “I am not Maya’s older sister!”

She then laughs as if she has never done that before. Llewelyn felt a sense of déjà vu at her rapidly changing attitude.

“I am Maya’s younger sister! Her name is Xenia! “I’ll guide you to the Sword Saint Association’s campsite!”

Without knowing the cause of the déjà vu, Llewelyn had no choice but to respond to her guidance.

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“Maya doesn’t even have a younger sibling. At least Maya’s family in the duel school… Because there was no ‘successor’ for a long time, she suffered from headaches.”

Melody said as soon as Xenia began to lead her, and Xenia blinked her eyes as if she didn’t know.

“Really? “I didn’t know because my sister didn’t tell me about her family name!”

A pure, untainted reaction. Melody was taken aback for a moment before the girl swooped over and put her face close to Melody’s her face her her, as if she had n’t noticed her blindness of her.

“Then, then, is it okay for me to call Maya ‘unni’?!”

“Uh, that’s right?”

Melody said she got caught up for a moment and gave up her flow to Xenia, but she probably thought she would get it back soon.

“Great, anyway. In my eyes, Xenia… She doesn’t seem like a dueling scholar. But is there a reason why she claims to be Maya’s younger brother?”

“I’m younger than Maya!”

It doesn’t look like that. Llewellyn swallowed the words that came out of her and looked at her girl.

The girl’s height and build were those of an ordinary woman.

So, what she said about her being younger than Maya didn’t make much sense.

Just looking at it, Maya looked younger than Melody, and Xenia looked younger than Melody.

“I know Maya is nineteen this year… ?”

“Yes!”

Xenia smiles brightly and Melody cannot control her facial expressions.

She asked painfully as she looked at the girl who was taller than her.

“… How old are you?”

“Seventeen! “What about your sister?”

“Twenty…”

Listening to the still bright answer and the painful silence of Melody, who turned 20 this year.

Llewelyn thought, ‘I don’t know Melody’s birthday yet, so I guess I’m still older.’

But her thoughts her her her her are just thoughts. Llewelyn didn’t just say those thoughts.

She said instead, walking after Xenia.

“Xenia, please guide the Sword Saint as much as possible—”

“Now, this is Uncle Eddie!”

She tried to say it correctly, but she couldn’t.

Xenia interrupted Llewelyn and introduced her to the man who was sitting in front of her tent and taking care of her sword.

“Uncle Eddie! “This is Mr. Llewellyn and Mr. Melody!”

“Uh, hello.”

The man named Eddie, who looked a little embarrassed, bowed his head to her, and Llewelyn was greeted equally awkwardly.

“Uncle Eddie has good footwork and uses a light sword well! “I’m good at using bows and crossbows, I’m good at using various weapons, and I’m good at fighting!”

Perhaps it was because he was praising him right in front of his eyes, but the blond man called Eddie looked embarrassed yet happy.

“I guess it’s because I’m an imperial knight!”

At the last word, I was shocked and stiffened.

‘Eddie’ seemed like he wanted to quickly cover Xenia’s her mouth her her her, but Xenia didn’t stop talking.

“After taking care of me since I was still in the unit, I am closest to Uncle Eddie after Maya and Master!”

She confidently reveals that she is a deserter, and the swordsman seems wary of Llewellin, who listens silently.

Llewelyn saw his expression and opened her mouth first.

“We are also enemies with the empire, so you don’t have to worry about us deserting.”

The deserted knight was relieved to hear those words, but she looked at Llewelyn with suspicious eyes for a long time.

Even after Xenia left her place and said she would guide the next person.

“This is Uncle Hans! “I’m good at using shields, swords, longswords, greatswords, and even big swords, and I like big breasts!”

“Bigger is right.”

After that, Xenia went around the entire camp and introduced Llewelyn to her swordsman.

Llewellyn thought it was something to subdue her, but

She soon found out that wasn’t the case.

‘… It feels like I’m introducing my family.’

Every time Xenia went, the swordsmen of the Sword Saint Association welcomed Xenia warmly and were wary of Llewelyn.

Through it, she learned more than she thought.

Although the name of the Sword Saint Association is a group of swordsmen led by the Sword Saint.

In reality, it gives off the feeling of a big family.

The faces we met were also the same.

A magic swordsman with a gloomy face, a deserted knight, a man with the appearance of a typical northerner who uses both a sword and a shield, and a swordsman with a thin build and a mean look.

They were people with diverse backgrounds and stories who seemed to have been gathered from all over the continent.

There was almost no feeling that I had come here to do some harm.

Rather, like Geomseong said, it felt like I had immigrated.

Expectations for a new place to live, blurred boundaries, and even the leisure to overshadow those boundaries.

In her leisure time, Llewellyn realized the reason for the déjà vu she had felt a moment ago.

A girl who freely roams the campground, receives attention from everyone, and smiles brightly.

A girl who was a child soldier until a deserter knight took her out, but she became a deserter and has no idea about the world.

Although it was because of the location, the girl’s treatment and attitude she were very familiar.

Even now, she was like a cute dog that wandered around the pantheon, acting cute and attracting affection from people.

‘Huey and the same…’

Llewellyn thought so without even realizing it, as her wariness towards the Sword Saint Society subsided.

Maybe the Sword Saint Association is a place similar to the Pantheon.

You might be able to be a really good neighbor.

So when Xenia’s steps led Llewelyn to a huge tent deep inside the camp.

He was able to enter the tent with a much softer expression.

“And this is Master! Everyone calls me Sword Saint!”

After Xenia’s bright introduction, the giant laughed.

His eyes widened as if he knew.

“I thought it would come slowly.”

He greeted Xenia and nodded her head, and Xenia smiled and walked away.

It was as quiet a departure as when it first appeared.

Llewelyn glanced at the spot her girl had left and rolled her eyes.

To Maya, leaning on the table in the tent.

Maya remained quiet even under Llewelyn’s gaze. She fluttered one of her ears and glared at Melody, and Melody must have sensed her presence, so she shrugged her shoulders a little to reduce her presence.

So naturally, there were only two traces left.

The most dangerous swordsman on the continent and a new rising star.

As the two made eye contact, Geomseong spoke.

“How was the search?”

Even with simple behavioral principles and incomprehensible ways of thinking.

“Do you understand now why we came?”

The giant revealed insight.

When Llewelyn nodded her head, the giant smiled in satisfaction.

“Then shall we start a conversation?”