episode_0102

“Modify the skill name! Change the skill name! Dakiya-style Blade, rename!”

It’s not possible.

It’s the first skill I’ve realized, and I can’t give it a cringy name.

Blood Iron, what was it? Ironblood Storm?

“······Blood Iron Storm.”

“Yeah, that one. It’s quite long.”

Mijung, who had come close to me without me noticing, shrugged her shoulders.

I resigned myself to the fact that I couldn’t change the skill name once it was decided.

I roughed up Mijung’s head and messed up her hair.

It’s a skill name that only I will see anyway.

It’s okay if no one else sees it.

It seems like all the names, like Longinus’s Spear, are being eroded by chuunibyou.

“Yu, no. Sir Cheon Michael Jackson. I sincerely thank you for saving Rex the High Warrior······.”

At that moment, Mia, who was bowing her head.

Although he uses a pseudonym for fear that Rex might hear, his voice reveals his sincerity.

“Cough, cough. Ugh······.”

Rex, he’s alive.

It’s true that I unleashed the Blood Iron something-or-other with the intention of killing him.

Perhaps because the intensity of the sword energy wasn’t that strong right after I realized it, I could only give Rex a minor injury instead of a fatal one.

It’s just that it’s not a fatal injury that would kill him instantly.

Countless muscles, tendons, and nerve bundles were cut off in an instant.

Rex, who had the mental strength to burn his own life, was in so much pain that he fainted, and without post-treatment, he would have died from excessive bleeding.

It’s a relief that a healer was waiting right beside him.

‘No. Maybe it’s not a relief.’

Maybe he was more at ease with the thought of dying.

Having won the duel, he’ll have to swear not to harm Yulia in front of the World Tree.

But his grudge against Transylvania will remain.

I’ve never valued Transylvania’s life, but it’s a bit awkward to think that the benefactor who made me realize the skill will die at the hands of a mad elf.

‘Well. The one who receives it is a fool.’

At best, my skill is just a knockoff.

Although I claimed to mimic Transylvania’s, it was ultimately implemented in a slightly different form.

Transylvania, who knows how to use the original, will easily defeat Rex.

Indeed, the most useless worry in the world is worrying about Transylvania.

“Let’s take the price of the duel slowly. Shall we go out for now?”

“Yes. Sounds good.”

Rex is in no condition to take an oath right now.

Now, with the stench of blood lingering, I head outside with Mia and Mijung.

“You, you human······!”

As if waiting for me.

A bright light shines from outside the tunnel, and a pale-faced vampire rushes towards me with his black hair scattered.

I thought he was glad to see me.

“What did you do to my body!”

“Hey! Hey! Fangs! Put away your fangs!”

“I suddenly exploded with thirst! I feel like I’m going crazy wanting to suck your blood!”

“Why are you bothering me with that! Suck a blood pack yourself!”

“Ever since I met you, all the blood packs taste bad! Just give me your blood!”

I was terrified.

Suddenly, Transylvania grabbed my wrist, pounced on me from above, and tried to bite my neck.

I had to resist by pushing his stomach with my foot.

My legs were weak, and I bent over helplessly, allowing him to approach easily.

“I’ll give it to you! I’ll give it to you! Just, first retract your fangs and talk!”

Desperately shouting that I would give him blood, Transylvania finally closed his mouth and got up.

He’s still drooling, though.

Just poured out all my stamina and almost turned into a vampire without even resisting once.

“Ugh… As I said, it’s hard to endure. Hurry up and give me your blood.”

“Yujin. If I ask for it, will you just give it to me for free, like a beggar?”

“Hey, it sounds weird when you say it like that.”

Mijung, standing there as if in shock, speaks slowly.

The situation is different now.

If I don’t give it to her, I’ll be the target of punishment right away.

Quickly making a wound on the inside of my elbow, I kneel down and offer my arm to the trembling Transylvia, who fidgets around.

She seems frustrated as she tries to bite my hand, following the blood vessels on my forearm, but…

“Ugh.”

“What are you doing!”

“Just endure it, kid. You can eat.”

“Ugh!”

Fortunately, Mijung intervenes in the middle.

Eventually, Transylvia calmly sucks on my fingers, drinking a little bit of blood at a time.

As the blood flows in, her trembling gradually subsides, and the bright red glow in her eyes, which seemed about to burst, fades away.

It seems like her thirst has been quenched.

But her appearance is quite eerie.

Transylvia, the strongest warrior and proud vampire, sucking on my fingers like a baby bottle…

“Are all vampires like this when they meet me?”

Both Mijung and Transylvia are like that…

Mijung tasted my blood, so it’s understandable, but Transylvia went berserk without even tasting it.

Do vampires predict the taste of blood just by smelling it?

This is dangerous.

I should avoid getting close to vampires in the future.

After all, except for these two, vampires with reason are as rare as finding stars in the sky…

“Ahem! It’s quite delicious! I’m sorry! I showed disgrace!”

A moment later.

Transylvia coughs and lets go of my hand.

Although there is no blush on her face as she is a vampire, her face clearly shows embarrassment.

Do you know you’re acting out of line?

When I glare at her with a slightly scornful look, Transylvia turns her head without saying a word.

“Don’t look at me like that…”

“You almost turned a perfectly healthy person into a vampire. Why are you so short-sighted?”

“Isn’t it good to become a vampire? You can enjoy eternal youth and build up power!”

“How do you know if I will become a rational vampire or a mindless monster, huh?”

“I see… I’m sorry…”

She loses her temper for a moment without knowing the subject.

But Transylvia quickly lowers her tail and apologizes.

I would have liked to punish her with a three-piece set of puppy-like cuteness, but I decide to stop because I am concerned about my eyesight.

“More importantly, walking out unscathed means you’ve realized your mistake!”

“Does this look unscathed to you?”

“Facing an elf who burns their lifespan and still coming out like this is considered unscathed, isn’t it?”

“What? How did you know that Lex burned his lifespan?”

“It’s obvious. Would an avenger elf not use their lifespan as a weapon?”

I thought it was nonsense to talk like that with so many wounds all over my body.

But it turned out to be a valid point.

If I hadn’t realized my mistake, this fight wouldn’t have ended with just these residual wounds.

“How many years did he burn? About 100? Must have been tough.”

“No. He burned about 800 years.”

“…”

In the end, it was almost all burned, as it was blue at the end.

Probably, Lex’s remaining lifespan is not even close to 100 years.

But Transylvia’s expression is strange.

“No, stop joking around. If you’ve burned 800 years, there’s no way you can handle it with the level of a Dakiya warrior. Even I, who have burned all my lifespan, would find it difficult to deal with an Elf.”

“Tran Silvia, you should stop joking around too. Are you saying that it’s difficult for a renowned assassin like you to face just one Elf?”

“Are you underestimating the Elves too much? They are the long-lived race! They are on a different level compared to the short-lived races! Of course, even though Elves who burn their lifespan recklessly are rare when you look at history, once they burn it, warriors easily surpass Swordmasters and mages overwhelm Archmages!”

“Ugh.”

Excessive flattery.

I know that there is a condescending gaze towards the short-lived races from the Elves.

But still, Elves and short-lived races are on a different level?

That’s going too far.

“Your guess is correct. I have awakened my aura. However, unlike what you have shown, it’s just a counterfeit…”

“Show it! Right in front of me! Right now!”

“It’s embarrassing. Demonstrating a counterfeit in front of the creator.”

“Show it quickly! I’m getting frustrated!”

Out of the blue, Tran Silvia shouts loudly.

It feels like showing elementary school level drawings to an art major.

With no choice, I draw Tran Silvia’s sword.

Swish…!

I lightly swing the blade.

A white line extends from the blade, cutting into a nearby tree leaving a mark as if it was cut with an axe.

Embarrassing.

Tran Silvia’s aura could easily cut even a thick tree with a single stroke.

I am only leaving a faint mark.

“Miss Eugene…”

“Oh, sorry.”

Meanwhile, Mia’s expression looks uneasy, so I had to bow my head.

Come to think of it, this is Elvengard…

I almost cut down a tree without even thinking.

But Tran Silvia’s condition seems strange.

She stares blankly at the empty space where the blade extended.

“What. What did I just see?”

“That’s a bit harsh. No matter how bad it is, it shouldn’t be like that.”

“It’s not about how bad it is! How can I accept that?”

“In reality, the power was lacking.”

“I don’t care about the power! With repeated training, it can be strengthened enough! What surprised me was something else! I realized a completely different aura from mine!”

Tran Silvia is right.

Although the aura may seem similar at first glance, its essence is completely different.

Tran Silvia’s aura can create a wind that cuts objects, while I am emitting a strange line.

For convenience, I call it a blade aura, but it seems more like a stronger wind.

“I told you. Dakiya’s aura is not just a simple long-range attack. My aura, which is the result of imperfectly inheriting Dakiya’s sword, is only at the level of a long-range attack. It’s just an offshoot of wind magic that creates a blade-shaped wind, nothing more.”

“What? Wasn’t your aura a fake?”

“Nonsense! If Dakiya hears that, he’ll be in an uproar! I defiled his sword. Inherit it, and established my aura in a completely different direction from his. I recreated his sword, just like you did. Your aura is the true Dakiya-style aura. The blade aura that emanates from the sword, regardless of wind or magic, will not be affected by anything and will extend straight.”

Listening to it, it sounds quite plausible.

Is my aura a genuine one?

Suddenly, my gloomy mood improves.

“Ah!”

“Why are you having a seizure all of a sudden?”

The fact that I have arbitrarily decided on the name of that amazing aura as something like the Blood-something makes me feel gloomy again.

With a resentful gaze, he stared at Mijung without a care in the world, raising his V sign as if to show off.

“You, kid. Even if you weren’t cute, you would have been dead a long time ago.”

Ah. Am I already dead…?

Anyway.

“I’m exhausted. I need to take a break. Oh, I have to leave for Elvengard today. I just want to rest all day by sleeping. What’s with all this trouble in the guest house because of you?”

“But thanks to you, I’ve had an awakening. But why are you offering me a black sword?”

“To return it to you. It’s yours.”

“Fine. You do it. It suits you more than me. To you, who understands the Dakhia sword…”

Tran Silvia looked a bit disappointed and pushed the sword towards me.

In the end, it became mine.

It’s true that I gained enlightenment thanks to this sword.

“I don’t like it. It’s old and disgusting. Just take it back. Isn’t it a memento of your acquaintance?”

“…”

Now that I have gained enlightenment, I can use any Dakhia-style sword.

There’s no point in receiving this high-level sword.

When I returned the sword, Tran Silvia stared at me blankly and didn’t hold the sword close to her chest.

It seems that she was quite intimate with Dakhia during her lifetime.

“And what you said. I remembered it.”

“What?”

“The reason I killed Rex’s brother.”

Ah.

That story is coming out now.

I don’t want to hear about the innocent elf being killed in front of Mia if possible.

“That story can wait-”

“Listen. It’s a short story.”

“I said later, so-”

“Rex’s brother is the one who killed Dakhia.”

“What…?”

An unexpected name suddenly popped up.

Dakhia?

The founder of the awakening I just experienced?

Rex’s brother was the one who killed that person?

“I want to hear more details. Let’s go to a quiet place first-”

“Tell me here! In front of me!!!”

“…?”

At that moment, a booming voice echoed from the back tunnel.

Rex, wrapped in bandages, was staggering towards us, holding onto a tree branch.

Unbelievable.

He woke up from that injury and regained consciousness?

“My, my brother… killed someone…?”

Rex’s pupils were lost and shaking.

It’s like the eyes of someone whose world has been turned upside down.