episode_0106

Under Tran Silvia’s raised outer garment.

I gaze at the chest wrapped in pressure bandages for a while.

I briefly cheer at the fact that I didn’t feel strange seeing a man.

When I raise my head, I meet eyes with Tran Silvia.

“What are you doing? Staring blankly.”

“You. Are you a woman?”

“Where would a gender be in a vampire? Oh, you mean in my past life. Indeed, before becoming a vampire, this body was female. Because of that, my chest is large and uncomfortable. I would like to cut it off, but I’m hesitant to put a knife to this perfect body.”

“…”

Tran Silvia casually talks as if it’s nothing.

Indeed.

It seems that the deceased vampires consider themselves genderless.

Since they are not alive, there seems to be no difference in gender apart from physical characteristics.

“A potion. Are you not going to apply it?”

“I will apply it…”

After examining my complexion, Tran Silvia chuckles and leans in to apply the potion to my chest.

She seems to have read my mind.

As I cool down my flushed face and raise the potion bottle.

“No, stop. Stop. Stop.”

A small hand covers my eyes from behind.

Then Mijeong snatches the potion bottle from me.

“I, instead. Will apply it. You rest, Eugene.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Eugene, rest.”

“…”

Mijeong firmly refuses to allow any objections.

I reluctantly hand over the potion bottle and step back.

“Are you worried that he will lust after my body?”

“…That’s not it.”

It’s true that there are necrophiliacs in the world.

But I’m not one of them, so I decide to keep quiet.

While Mijeong approaches and applies the potion to Tran Silvia’s side.

I briefly examine her body, which is indeed a perfect body that she can be proud of.

If I had a body like that, I would have definitely become a narcissist.

“But why are you cross-dressing?”

“Cross-dressing? What are you talking about? I’ve never done such a thing in my life.”

“So it’s not cross-dressing?”

A face of a beautiful man to an unfortunate extent.

A voice that sounds husky as if it’s been smoked a lot.

Wearing a black martial arts uniform that could be worn by a man, and hair styled like a topknot, it’s natural to think she’s cross-dressing.

It seems she just did it for the convenience of clothes and hair.

“Why? Is there a problem?”

“No. There isn’t.”

Thank goodness.

In the end, I didn’t feel strange seeing her cross-dressing.

I’m not gay after all.

I feel relieved.

“…Alright. Now, lower your clothes.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

“…Lower them.”

“Hahaha! Do you think your master will lust after a mere corpse and pant like a beast? That man is someone who has realized the essence of the sword!”

“…”

It stings.

Mijeong looks at me with a cold expression, and I had to avoid that gaze.

I am not guilty.

To call me a mere corpse is too beautiful.

It’s like feeling lust after seeing a well-made beautiful statue, it’s a natural phenomenon.

“By the way, how did you end up mastering such unique swordsmanship? All the Dakiaryu is unique, and the Meridaryu is a secret swordsmanship passed down only to elven warriors. And what about the other one? It’s not a sword but shoes and rings, using the whole body as if fighting a beast.”

“That’s the Frost Style. It’s a swordsmanship passed down from the royal family of Pallana in the north.”

“I see… I’ve heard of it, but it’s my first time seeing it in person.”

After finishing her treatment, Transylvia tied back her long hair and tilted her head, looking at Frost.

This is your first time seeing a Frost-style swordsmanship, right?

It’s quite strange.

Transylvia is addicted to learning swordsmanship, and when she encounters a new style, she can’t resist fighting or learning it.

It’s surprising that someone like Transylvia has never encountered Frost-style swordsmanship before.

When I went to Pallana, I had the chance to spar with Yerina and experience it firsthand.

“Oh. So it’s not a common event from the start.”

I sparred with him because he kept bothering me with his weak appearance.

If a strong person like Transylvia were to ask for a spar, I wouldn’t refuse.

“Although Merida-style is rare, Elven warriors often showcase their swordsmanship, so it wasn’t difficult for me to learn. But I couldn’t find anyone who uses Frost-style. Even when I went to Pallana and broke into the dojo, I didn’t see anyone using that swordsmanship… It was said to be a swordsmanship passed down from the royal family, right? Then all the royal family members in Pallana must be proficient in this swordsmanship?”

“Most of them are.”

“Thanks for the valuable information. Are you planning to learn Frost-style as well? You’re already a monster in my eyes. It seems like you will continue to evolve in the future. I’m starting to feel scared. It seems that having no limit to your lifespan is quite powerful.”

“Now, where are you and the bloodsucker heading?”

“…Bloodsucker. No.”

“It is. With a powerful bloodsucker body, you possess much more strength than your master, so you are indeed a bloodsucker.”

“I messed up.”

“If you don’t want to be called a bloodsucker, then strengthen yourself. It’s a good path for both your master and yourself after your master’s death.”

While Transylvia and Mijung were chatting, I crossed my arms and pondered for a moment.

Where should I go next?

There are many places to go.

I have to go to the last part of Longinus’s spear to find the parts in the San Francesco Maritime Fortress.

I also have to meet Swordmaster Nauri at the Belfast Academy.

Since I haven’t been to Galia yet, I plan to clear the dungeon there and check the situation.

“The problem is where to start.”

As always, the order matters.

Where should I go first to make a good impression on my route?

“I plan to go to break dungeons… I haven’t decided on the destination yet.”

“I see. But breaking dungeons. Can I help?”

It’s good to help. If possible, focus on the Black Star dungeons.

“If you defeat only the most dangerous dungeons, the rest will be taken care of by the mercenaries. If all the dungeons are cleared, Draken’s power will weaken significantly. Are you really planning to kill Draken?”

“I started with that determination, and I haven’t changed it. I won’t stop until Draken dies.”

“You answer without hesitation. You’re like a madman. That’s why I’m fascinated by you. I will go back to training and sharpen my sword. If you need my help, feel free to call me. I’ll come running anytime.”

Transylvia smiled and opened her arms, chuckling.

I wondered what it meant.

She was asking for a hug.

In the southern regions, handshakes are a common form of greeting, but not in the northern regions.

Some places bow, some perform a military salute as a gesture, and some even perform a ritual… But in any northern region, close friends hug each other as a way of saying goodbye.

“A friend…”

It seems that Transylvia considers me special in that way.

If she were to ask me how I feel, it’s quite subtle.

About Tran Silvia, perhaps due to the many prejudices that have been built up, I never believed that we could become close friends.

But we ended up being dragged together in front of the final boss.

We also formed an alliance with the Tado Draken.

And as a mentor, I reached the realization of the Five Principles of the Sword that I never thought I could achieve, so it’s hard not to feel good.

Friend.

A monster who has lived for hundreds of years and the strongest swordsman.

Even if Tran Silvia and I were to become friends, it wouldn’t be lacking.

“Got it. Maybe we can find out the location of the Four Kings and call them when we hunt.”

“Great. I know them well, and the compatibility is very good. But please don’t call them when fighting Draken.”

“You always look scared.”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t back down even when facing Draken.”

Tran Silvia and I embrace each other.

With a sudden gust, I feel her chest beneath the bandages.

It feels really big when I touch it like this.

If we had hugged from the beginning, there would have been no misunderstanding that I was a man.

Seeing her up close, she seems quite small.

Maybe it’s because of her proportions that she looked so big.

I thought she was bigger than me, but she’s around 170 centimeters.

She seems slightly taller than Yerina.

“Stop. Are you done hugging?”

“Yes. Let go now. It’s creepy.”

With a discomforted expression, Mijung breathes out heavily from the side, interrupting us.

We let go of the hug and part ways.

It’s time to say goodbye.

Although we both have the same goal, our paths are different.

“Let’s meet again after getting stronger! Um, but it seems like there’s still something left to say?”

“…”

As I wave goodbye and try to leave, Tran Silvia turns back.

Did she notice?

Definitely.

There’s still some lingering feelings.

Summoning my courage, I speak up.

“Can I touch that chest just once?”

“…”

“…”

I’m curious about the texture.

Very much so.

“Pervert.”

“Why. What. You might be curious.”

“Pervert.”

“It’s not because of lust, it’s pure curiosity. Who wouldn’t be curious about the texture of the chest of a vampire who died but didn’t die?”

“Pervert.”

Mijung is clearly upset.

No matter what excuse I make, she doesn’t listen.

She doesn’t even look at me, just repeating the same words for days.

It’s a bit unfair.

If you’re going to be upset, you should have had a bigger chest.

Talking too much about something that can’t be touched.

“We’re almost there. I’m getting off.”

“Pervert.”

I can feel the train slowing down.

We’re about to arrive at Taepyung City.

Having ridden the transcontinental train so often, it’s as comfortable as my own home now.

I used to find first class uncomfortable, but I got used to it because I was afraid the Vatican’s spies would chase me, so I only rode first class, and it became much more comfortable.

So why am I going to Taepyung City?

It’s all because of the call from the Genie Sister.

As I bid farewell to Tran Silvia and set off on my way, Mijung’s communication device, which she had been carrying, rang, and Linda’s voice came through.

Upon responding, Linda said.

“Monster-nim wants to have a regular meal and is asking you to come quickly… What? Don’t call him a monster? Then how… Ah. Ah. Should I call you Sister Yun? Huh? You don’t like that either? Then how about the title of Bug as Eugene calls you… Oh. You don’t like that either? Then how should I address you…”

As it neared the end, Linda was almost in tears.

It seems that the Genie Sister is next to her.

It hasn’t been long since she supplied the regular meal, but she’s already asking for more.

It would have been the same as usual, telling him to hold on with what’s left and taking it slow.

But since he’s already arrived in Taepyung City, it would be unfair to keep him waiting indefinitely.

Luckily, I have some free time now, so I decided to take a short trip to Taepyung City.

“Huh?”

“…Pervert.”

And at that moment.

A brilliant idea popped into my head.

Gina can’t produce energy on her own.

She must absorb vitality from others in order to survive.

It is also possible to produce magic from the absorbed vitality.

Once vitality is infused, she can use magic hundreds of times and survive for about 3 months.

It means her energy efficiency is quite high.

So, how about using Gina as a magic production factory for Kali’s ritual?

“Am I a genius?”

“…Pervert.”

Ha, this is it.