Ch.170Arba (5)

Llewellyn, Yoon Se-jin had never visited a brothel before.

It wasn’t that there were no brothels in the cities they had passed through. Rather, perhaps because they weren’t in the Old Continent, brothels were numerous and large, and they had even seen prostitutes openly “advertising” as they passed by.

Ah, unlike in games, brothels here wouldn’t be censored, he had thought.

But there had been no reason to visit one, especially since Isla had accompanied Llewellyn for most of his journey.

A strong woman who, despite being enchanted by his father’s charm, could face her own emotions even after learning that fact.

Though currently dejected about her sister’s situation, she was someone who could quickly shake it off.

True to her strong character, she would simply stare at Llewellyn whenever he so much as glanced around near a brothel.

Those blue-gray eyes that faintly revealed her emotions.

So even though Llewellyn had seen brothels, he never had the opportunity to check inside one, making this his “first brothel” experience.

Though he wasn’t using it for its intended purpose.

Still, it was his first time.

Llewellyn entered, scanning his surroundings with a mix of anticipation and concern.

And immediately froze at the sight before him.

It was quite open.

When considering the common perception of brothels as “secret private spaces” focused on “carnal release”…

This brothel felt less like a human establishment and more like… a space for livestock breeding.

Things were happening at that level. Acts too animalistic and “bestial” to describe in detail.

What was certain was that there were quite a few participants. Llewellyn followed the cow beastkin.

“Shall we do it here?”

“Pardon?”

The cow spoke while walking. Llewellyn was at a loss for words as he looked at the beastkin whose face was barely different from a human’s, then at the four enormous breasts hanging below.

Breasts have gravity.

A power to draw gazes, touches, and attention.

This was true even for someone like Llewellyn who was accustomed to breasts.

Both Isla’s and his sister’s breasts were large, and his sister had even been the cause of countless adolescent torments and restless nights during his middle school years.

Llewellyn considered himself quite familiar with breasts and sexual temptation for his age, and indeed he was.

But that was only within reasonable limits.

The cow beastkin boasted a size that truly justified the term “cow.”

And there were four of them. Llewellyn was overwhelmed. Like freezing upon encountering a massive beast while climbing a mountain, or stopping with an “oh” when seeing an oncoming truck.

For a moment, Llewellyn’s mind was torn apart and then pieced back together by the gravitational pull of the four breasts.

“No… I’d prefer somewhere inside, if possible.”

He found himself unconsciously speaking formally. He was literally overwhelmed by the imposing “size of motherly affection.”

The cow beastkin snorted and walked ahead, her four breasts bouncing beneath her precariously small clothing as she found a suitable room and entered.

Llewellyn followed. He thought they needed to be alone to extract information, especially since the information was intimate and quite ambiguous.

And as soon as he entered, he realized his mistake.

The room contained something like a hookah he had only seen in movies.

The difference was that there were no inhalation tubes like a hookah would have, and…

The drugs inside were designed to spray in all directions.

By the time Llewellyn entered, the cow beastkin had already poured drugs into the “drug diffuser.”

“Now then…”

As the cow beastkin approached with a seductive smile.

Llewellyn felt the drugs penetrating his body.

And also felt his homunculus body—capable of taking drug benefits without side effects—beginning to crumble.

*

‘Is this a trap?’

Llewellyn wondered, but felt it probably wasn’t.

First, his intuition remained calm. Though he didn’t rely solely on intuition, he thought that if this incapacitation were dangerous, his intuition would have warned him long ago.

Llewellyn’s two months had been filled with constant dangers, making his intuition for crisis particularly sharp.

Similarly, it was strange that his “possessed intuition” hadn’t activated. It usually triggered even with just the intent to attack, meaning there was no such intent.

Of course, it didn’t activate when Melody kicked him with her hoof, but that was because Melody was an ally.

The possessed intuition granted immunity to ambushes, not protection from friendly fire.

Though it did provide advantages for detection.

Moreover, the cow beastkin’s behavior was strange. She hadn’t taken any money, nor asked the common question of what service he desired.

As if bringing him here and administering drugs was her only goal.

So Llewellyn mentally sighed when he tried to observe his body and felt almost nothing.

Trying to understand what situation he was facing.

And was greatly alarmed to find he couldn’t feel his body.

‘What’s happening?’

It wasn’t that he hadn’t experienced such hallucinations before.

For instance, when “Father” and “Mother” had approached him.

When he fought Selma, Isla’s sister, risking his life, and as Selma intended, lost his mind and became trapped in his mental world.

A classroom at sunset. His disgusting father pretending to be a “loving, mysterious, and gentle god” and his mother openly revealing her dark intentions.

Rejecting both, angrily demanding they step down from their positions, breaking the mental world, and escaping.

For Llewellyn, that was the most familiar experience of perceiving only with his mind, which is why the current situation was difficult to understand.

Even then, he could feel his body. The sensation of being cut by Selma and tearing her apart was vivid, albeit somewhat unfamiliar and distant.

He could even see it directly if he turned his head to look outside.

This was different. He couldn’t feel his body. It wasn’t the effect of the drugs. The sudden thought came that the drugs were merely a pretext or trigger.

Rarely, Llewellyn was overcome with helplessness.

He had chosen the wrong race. But he didn’t really think he had chosen wrong.

Everything he had experienced would have been impossible without the homunculus’s robust, almost divinely chosen transcendent body, and Llewellyn had come to rely on that physicality.

Exceptional, extreme senses, with corresponding speed and dexterity.

Strength far beyond human, now easily able to overpower an elephant, and a body so sturdy that dying would be more difficult.

That robustness was now gone from his grasp.

Beyond helplessness, he felt a strange sense of loss. The sensation of something present now gone. It felt like losing his limbs.

Panic followed simultaneously. Llewellyn recalled when he first lost his sister.

‘How did she overcome that?’

Falling into an unfamiliar land with no way back.

With her only family on the other side of the world, not knowing if they would ever meet again.

Having to live knowing the whole world would eventually collapse.

‘How did she endure?’

Llewellyn pushed away the approaching panic. Thinking that his sister must have struggled too, but overcame it, he calmed his mind.

And immediately frowned mentally at the strange sensation that followed.

‘…The whole world collapsing?’

He instinctively recognized it wasn’t his own thought. It was closer to a thought someone had planted in him.

It wasn’t even a deduction he could make. As far as Llewellyn knew, there were no plans for Netel, Grim Darker’s world, to perish.

Rather, it might happen depending on his actions, but he had never thought it should.

If Netel died and the world ended, Llewellyn’s goals would not be achieved.

For Llewellyn, who desired happiness for himself and those around him, that was something that should not happen.

So Llewellyn gathered his thoughts and slowly considered.

Whether he could produce such predictions and intuitions.

Ultimately, it was impossible.

No matter how enhanced his intuition was by divine power, there was no reason or clue to make such a prediction immediately upon mental awakening.

Truly a thought someone had planted. After thoroughly examining his condition, Llewellyn was certain.

‘Someone planted that thought in me.’

But why? With what intention? Llewellyn considered what would happen if he truly believed it, and became convinced.

‘It’s not malicious intent. Rather…’

‘It’s closer to a prophecy.’

Even if he believed the world would end, not much would change. It’s too far-fetched to gain any advantage from it.

So Llewellyn moved his divine power.

He couldn’t feel his body. Similarly, he shouldn’t be able to feel his heart either.

But familiarly, just by willing it to move, something began to stir.

The stirring divine power flows through his veins. His body becomes perceptible, and the illusion covering Llewellyn’s body lifts.

That quality, that all-too-familiar feeling.

It was divine power.

Llewellyn raised his head in the dissipated divine power.

Space and perception still didn’t align.

He had certainly lost consciousness in a private room in the brothel, but what he saw now was a vast flower field.

A scene reminiscent of the explosion where Melody lost her eye during the recent Imperial ambush, making him uncomfortable.

But what differed was the sunset cast over it and the night sky hanging on the opposite side.

Llewellyn slowly raised his head to look at the figure standing before him.

It was a woman.

Pale face with short crimson hair.

Crimson eyes matching her hair and a dazed, unfocused expression.

Below her mystical face was a robe, with a fur shawl that didn’t match the elaborate robe.

Llewellyn froze the moment he recognized the woman.

She was someone he never thought he would see.

“You are…”

A face he had only seen in portraits.

The unfortunate school that started as a protection school, became entangled with black mages, and after several hardships, barely managed to establish independence.

The portrait that was the first thing visible upon entering the Construction School’s magic tower.

The first contractor and the first Construction School mage.

Simultaneously a black mage as well.

The witch who opened the sky.

The prophet, Renia.

Llewellyn faced the prophet who should have died and disappeared in ancient times.