episode_0095

“From now on, write letters with fake addresses and fake names.”

“What? Why?”

“Because the postal network across the continent belongs to Yuria. If she wants, she can open and read all the letters sent by the priestess.”

“Ah… I’ll do that.”

Once Yuria started to actively restrain Mia,

Exchanging letters under the name of the priestess is very dangerous.

With vivid memories of the letter inspection from the previous chapter, Mia becomes even more cautious.

“Thank you for the prophecy. It seems like it will be a great help.”

“If you’re thankful, may I ask you one thing?”

“What is it?”

“About the discord between you and Yuria, is it because of that woman’s fault?”

“…”

It seems like they are curious about my relationship with Yuria.

I can’t explain everything.

There’s nothing good in explaining, but it’s not right to just hide everything from someone who is helping me.

Some explanation is necessary.

“Instead of that, shouldn’t you ask about what kind of discord it is? How did the discord start between you and that woman?”

“Oh. Can I ask that too…?”

Mia gathers her hands nervously and whispers.

Seems like she didn’t have the courage to ask before.

If she’s going to bear the risk with me, Mia also has the right to know.

“It was a little, very little intimate relationship at first. It felt like talking to a close friend whom I could confide in. But Yuria’s feelings were bigger than I thought. She harbored dissatisfaction with my relationship with another woman and ended up causing a big incident.”

The war between Sanggu and Pettenburg in the 6th chapter.

That war started because Yuria publicly criticized the priestess.

It’s not entirely Yuria’s fault, but it’s a problem that the invasion was decided based solely on that.

“So, did the relationship turn sour because of that?”

“No, it didn’t. There was clearly Yuria’s fault, and it was an irreparable incident… But I decided to embrace such Yuria. I embraced her, made promises about the future with her.”

“Oh my.”

Even though it was a lie,

I confessed to Yuria.

And she accepted it.

“And right after that, I insulted Yuria and left. That’s how we grew apart.”

“Really…?”

Mia’s immersion seems to have been broken, her eyes showing confusion.

It’s understandable that she can’t understand with common sense and reason.

I deliberately made the explanation vague, so it’s natural.

I can’t say, “Yuria remembered the previous chapter because of a major error that occurred when I thought insulting her would be forgotten if I went back to the past.”

“So… You unilaterally betrayed Yuria and left?”

“No room for excuses.”

“…”

The abbreviations and lack of explanation in between are a bit serious, but there is no distortion.

It was never intentional.

In the end, it’s a fact that I trampled on Yuria’s feelings.

It’s a fact that I hurt her.

I have no intention of hiding or concealing that.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ll just let Yuria, who is chasing after me, catch me.

I have to go back home.

“Yuria was just… How should I put it? She was just unlucky.”

If only the system had worked properly, there would have been no memory recall.

Yuria would have lived peacefully without knowing me.

And I would have been running smoothly towards the ending.

Both of us were just a little unlucky.

“Was that a satisfactory answer?”

“Ah, um, yes.”

The atmosphere has become awkward without realizing it.

But there’s a slight sense of relief as well.

Simply standing in opposition to me should not make Mia treat Yulia like a crazy woman.

I am the only one who can call Yulia a crazy woman.

“It seems a bit noisy outside.”

“······?”

At that moment, Mia stood up, her long ears trembling.

Perhaps it’s because of the stronger connection between the World Tree’s senses and Mia’s senses.

I can’t hear anything, but it seems like Mia can hear the noise outside.

“Hmm? It sounds like there’s a fight somewhere. Could it be one of Eugene’s companions······.”

“Ah.”

I was worried that Transylvia might have caused an accident in the meantime.

It seems like my worries have become a reality.

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“······Where are we going.”

“Where else would we go. We have to go to the training ground. I have a warehouse that I own. It may be in a terrible state after not being used for a hundred years.”

“······To Eugene. Speak. We have to go. Please.”

“I left a note, so please stop talking about that damn Eugene. It’s driving me crazy.”

With a flick of her ear, Transylvia openly showed her annoyance.

She was chattering all the way.

She kept saying Eugene would worry, Eugene should be informed, EugeneEugeneEugene······.

It was driving me crazy.

“Do you feel any romantic feelings towards that race?”

“······Romantic feelings?”

Mia asked with a puzzled expression.

Transylvia shook her head and sighed, calming herself down.

“Do you feel anything special towards that race?”

“······Eugene. Is. Special.”

“But isn’t that it? That guy has no interest in you. He’s just a useful tool. Nothing more, nothing less. He’s destined to be discarded once he’s broken or no longer useful. Even if you die, that guy won’t bat an eye, right?”

“······.”

She was wrong.

If I die, Eugene will shed tears.

Although she says I’m just an object and a tool, she actually cares a lot.

But Mia decided not to argue back.

Talking slowly would only hurt her mouth, and it didn’t seem like she could convince Transylvia, who had accumulated centuries of human distrust.

But within Mia, dissatisfaction slowly accumulated.

Whenever Transylvia talked about Eugene on a subject she knew nothing about, Mia’s eyes flickered slightly.

“But as time passes, the relationship will be reversed. Humans inevitably age, weaken, and become ugly. On the other hand, we constantly accumulate and strengthen our experience, knowledge, and skills. I’m just a talentless ordinary farmer, but now I’m one of the strongest swordsmen on the continent. That’s the power of time. In that sense, our vampire race is the strongest.”

“······You’re wrong.”

“What?”

“······Just because you survived. Doesn’t make you strong. Strength. Is in itself. Strong. You’re just. Living long. That’s all. A cockroach. Isn’t the strongest.”

“Haha. Finally, you’ve crossed the line that shouldn’t be crossed, kid.”

With a snap, Transylvia’s teeth gritted.

Of course, until 200 years ago, there were countless strong people that Transylvia could never surpass no matter what she did.

But they all died and were buried, turning into dust.

I am the one who survived, and now I am the strongest.

It is an undeniable fact that I am the strongest with no room for argument.

Every time Transylvia compared herself to the strong ones who had already died and disappeared, she felt extreme anger.

“Just because they were born in an era where the strongest disappeared. Doesn’t make them. The norm.”

“This guy······.”

Tran Silvia clenched her fist tightly, unable to bear it any longer.

At the loud noise that suddenly erupted in the distance, her body tensed up.

It was the sound of something flying with a loud noise.

“Kek!”

With sharp nerves, Tran Silvia swung her sword, sending the blade flying.

-Clang!

Lifting the sword she had tightly wrapped in bandages.

With a clear metallic sound, something collided with the sword, and sparks flew.

The metal piece that was kicked away soared into the sky with a whirring sound.

Soon, it rotated and returned to where it had come from.

Amidst the thick dust cloud.

An elf caught a sword that looked like a boomerang, revealing his figure.

“Hey. Monster. Have you come back to seek revenge for not being able to kill me last time?”

“…”

A blond elf.

Judging by his hair color and complexion, he seemed to be under 500 years old.

With light clothing and no jewelry on his body, and a tattoo indicating a warrior class.

And if he could produce this level of power with a thrown weapon.

Surely, he must be one of the high-ranking Elvengard warriors.

As the smoke cleared, the elf’s face was revealed.

A handsome man with a feverish expression.

Tran Silvia’s eyes widened as she confirmed his face.

“Now I know who you are!”

“No. I don’t know…”

“You bastard!!!”

But no matter how hard she furrowed her brow, she couldn’t figure out who he was.

It had been hundreds of years since she had encountered the elf.

Not knowing was just not knowing.

Since he was keeping his mouth shut, he would explain everything by himself, Tran Silvia thought as she let out a yawn.

“Fifty years ago! Do you remember the high-ranking warrior you killed in Elvengard? I am his brother, Rex! I swore revenge as I embraced my dead brother’s body and sharpened this sword! I have been waiting for this day!”

“Uh…”

Her memory was somewhat hazy.

Tran Silvia rolled her eyes, trying hard to recall the memories of the past.

She remembered killing someone in Elvengard.

That’s why she had disguised herself and put on makeup when she entered here.

But she had no memory of who it was, whether he had a brother, and so on.

Unable to remember, the high-ranking warrior’s face turned red and blue.

Some dedicated their lives to seeking revenge.

But the target of revenge didn’t even remember her.

“Was today the day for the return of the esteemed high-ranking warrior. I guess I got the date wrong.”

“Shut up and draw your sword, monster. Or I’ll smash it along with your sword.”

“Unfortunately, I am now a direct knight of the Galia royal family. Are you planning to declare war on the Galia royal family?”

“Grr…”

It was a well-known story that the Galia king appointed Tran Silvia as a knight.

A monster becoming a knight was bound to cause a stir.

But the fact that Tran Silvia had given up her armor and horse to resign as a knight was still unknown.

She was tired of fighting.

She wanted to leave this place using her discarded knight status.

She didn’t want to cut down an opponent without any grudge.

“Then let’s duel! Accept the duel, monster! I won’t draw my sword, will I!”

“Why should I fight a pointless battle.”

“Accept it! Otherwise, I will declare this fight as my victory!”

What a funny guy.

If it had been in the past, she would have rushed in, cut his throat, and calmly escaped.

But she couldn’t do that now.

She had a promise with the human race.

She had to stay here and teach him the way of the sword.

Now that her identity had been revealed, it was inevitable that things would get noisy.

Forced to endure without giving a reason to be driven away.

“Fine. You win. You’re talented. Keep working hard in the future.”

“That bastard!!!”

Face flushed with anger.

The elven high warrior took off his thick gloves and threw them at Transylvia.

But Transylvia lightly turned her head to avoid it.

Instead, with a loud thud, the glove struck someone’s face.

“Hey. What’s all this commotion in my absence······ huh?!”

Yujin rubbed the area where the glove hit his head and looked up.

Hitting someone’s face with a glove is a challenge to a duel.

Suddenly having a good idea, Transylvia quickly turned behind Yujin and grabbed his shoulder.

“I challenged my disciple to a duel! This guy will fight in my place.”

“······?”

Yujin was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

But Yujin was simply bewildered as he didn’t understand the situation.

Even if it was suddenly a duel, he couldn’t bring himself to fight a complete stranger.

“What are you talking about? Why would I fight in your place-”

“Ha! You look unlucky like a monster’s disciple. You really look like a thief.”

“Cancel that statement.”

His nonexistent fighting spirit suddenly surged.