I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines chapter 106

106 – Episode 106: About to Burst…(2)

Under Tran Silvia’s raised outer garment.

I stare at the bound chest for a while.

For a brief moment, I rejoice in the fact that I didn’t feel any strange feelings when looking at a man.

When I lift my head, I meet Tran Silvia’s eyes.

“What are you doing? Staring blankly.”

“You…you’re a woman?”

“Where on an dhampire would you find a gender? Ah, you’re talking about the living. Indeed, before becoming a dhampire, this body was female. Because of that, my chest is abnormally large and uncomfortable. I would like to cut it off if I could, but I am reluctant to wield a knife on this perfect body.”

“… …”

Tran Silvia talks nonchalantly, as if it’s no big deal.

As expected.

The dhampires, who are already corpses, apparently identify themselves as s*xless.

Since they are not alive, it seems that aside from physical features, there would be no differences based on gender.

“Are you not going to apply the potion?”

“I will apply it…”

Tran Silvia chuckles as she brings her chest closer to me, having noticed my thoughts.

She read my mind.

As I try to cool down my flushed face, I raise the potion bottle.

“No, stop. Don’t. Don’t.”

A small palm covers my eyes from behind.

And then, Mi-Jung snatches the potion bottle away from me.

“······I’ll, do it instead. Let me, apply it. You rest, Eugene.”

“No. I’m fine.”

“······You rest, Eugene.”

“······”

Mijeong speaks firmly, as if she won’t tolerate any argument.

Without any options, I hand over the potion bottle and step back.

“Huh. Are you worried that guy might be attracted to my body?”

“······That’s not, it.”

“You can worry all you want. There is no sane being attracted to a corpse.”

“······”

Of course, there are strange s*xual orientations like necrophilia.

But I wasn’t someone with that kind of fetish, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

While Mijeong applies the potion on the side of Transylvania’s body,

I steal a glance at him, his body definitely boasting a physique one could be proud of.

If I had such a body, I would certainly have been a narcissist.

“But why are you crossdressing?”

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

“You’re not crossdressing?”

Her face looks remarkably handsome, almost troublingly so.

Her husky voice sounds as if she barely caught her breath.

Her outfit, a black traditional dress one would expect on a man, and her hair styled up in a top knot, it was only natural to suspect she was crossdressing.

Perhaps she merely preferred the convenience of her outfit and hairstyle.

“What’s the matter? Do you have a problem with it?”

“Nope. No problem.”

That’s a relief.

In the end, I wasn’t feeling strange after seeing her crossdressed.

I guess I’m not gay after all.

This thought puts my heart at ease.

“······Okay. Now, undress.”

“Why all the hurry?”

“······Step down.”

“Ha ha ha ha! Do you see me as a man panting over a mere corpse? That man there has mastered the five hues of the sword!”

“······.”

He flinches.

With a chilly look, Mijeong looks back at me, and I had to turn away from her gaze.

I’m not in the wrong.

She’s too beautiful to be simply termed a corpse.

Just as one might lust after a beautifully sculpted statue, this is a natural phenomenon.

“But what kind of peculiar sword arts you have learned, anyhow? Dakial-style goes without saying. Merida-style, a secret sword art passed down exclusively among the Elven warriors. What about the other one which used not only sword but shoes and rings, one that used the entire body, as if fighting against a beast?”

“It’s Frost-style. A sword art handed down to the royal family of Falana, in the north.”

“Ah ha······ I’ve heard of it, but seeing it in person… it’s a first.”

Having done with the healing, Transylvania twists her long hair back up again and nods.

The first time she’s seen Frost-style?

Strange indeed.

Transylvania is such a fanatic for learning sword arts that she can’t resist facing off or training against any new art forms she encounters.

To think that Transylvania, of all people, has never encountered Frost-style…

I was able to taste it right away when I was in Falana, practicing with Eerina.

‘Ah. Maybe it’s not a common event after all.’

I’m the kind of guy who’s finely made, always getting on people’s nerves, hence the duel.

No one would accept the challenge of a duel from a strong warrior like Transylvania.

“Merida-style is rare, but not hard to learn because Elven warriors often come out to show off their sword arts. But I couldn’t find anyone who could demonstrate Frost-style. Even when I traveled to Falana and broke into dojos, I never saw a guy who used that sword art······. Isn’t it handed down within the royal family? So, all of Falana’s royalty should know this art, right?”

“Mostly, yes.”

“Good information, thank you.”

Are you planning to add Frost-style to your repertoire too?

Transylvania already seems like a monster to me.

She appears to keep advancing and evolving.

From now till hundreds of years in the future, I can’t imagine how advanced she will be······.

It’s even starting to scare me.

Infinite lifespan seems to be a powerful thing indeed.

“So, where are you headed now, with your bloodsucker minion?”

“······A piggy. No.”

“No? As the mighty blood demon you possess a strength far inferior to your master’s, making you a piggy indeed.”

“······That’s harsh.”

“If you don’t want to be called a piggy, then grow stronger. It will benefit both your master and you, after your master’s demise.”

Tran Silvia and Mi Jung continued to bicker in the meantime.

Standing with folded arms, lost in thought.

Where to head next······?

There were many places to go.

She had to find the final part of Longinus’s spear at the maritime fortress of Saint Francis.

She also needed to meet a sword master at the Belfast Academy.

She hadn’t taken a step towards Gaul yet, so she was considering taking a trip there to knock down a dungeon and explore the situation there.

‘The problem is where to go first.’

As always, the order is the issue.

Where to start and plan the optimal route.

“I’m going to smash some dungeons······. I haven’t decided where to go yet.”

“Is that so? But destroying dungeons, can I help too?”

“It’d be good if you could help. Preferably focusing on the black star dungeon.”

“Taking down the dangerous dungeons first, then the mercenary scum will take care of the others, right? Once all dungeons are conquered, the power of the draken will significantly weaken. Are you really going to fight the draken then?”

“It’s the commitment I began with and nothing has changed. I can’t stop until the draken is dead.”

“Your answer didn’t hesitate at all. Such a lunatic. Well, that’s what fascinated me about you. I’m going off to pursue my sword training again, so if you need my strength, feel free to call. I’ll rush over anytime.”

Tran Silvia smiling broadly, spreading hands.

It turns out.

He wanted a hug.

In the south, handshakes are commonplace as a greeting, but not so in the north.

There are places where people join palms, pay respects with a bow and even observe silence but······.

In any region in the north, close friends hug each other to say goodbye.

‘Friend······?’

It appears Tran Silvia regards me highly.

If I were asked how I feel, it’s weird.

Perhaps because I’ve built up many prejudices about Tran Silvia over time, I could never believe we could become so close.

Yet, we were dragged before the final boss, even faced near-death experiences.

Also formed an alliance with Tado Draken.

Again, taking on a mentor and reaching the heights of realization in the swordplay that I believed was beyond reach naturally incited positive emotions.

Friends.

An age-old, strongest swordsman and a monster.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I have become friends with Transylvania.

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“Alright. I might even summon you to track down and hunt the Four Heavenly Kings.”

“Good. They’re well within my knowledge, and the compatibility is excellent. But please don’t call me when fighting Draken……”

“You’re as timid as ever.”

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

I hug Transylvania.

The feeling of her chest touching me through our clothes, due to her tight hold, is palpable.

I can definitely feel that it’s big.

If we had hugged at first sight, I wouldn’t have mistaken her for a man.

Up close, she actually appears fairly short.

She looked quite tall due to her well-proportioned figure.

I thought she was taller than me, but in reality, she seemed just slightly taller than Yeri, around 170cm.

“…Enough. Are you hugging?”

“Yeah. Let go of me. It’s disgusting.”

With an uncomfortable grunt, Mijeong interrupts us.

We release each other from the hug.

It’s time to part ways.

I suppose we’ll end up in the same place as our intentions are the same, yet our paths are different.

“Let’s meet again when we’ve both become stronger! Hmm, but I feel like there’s something left to say?”

“……”

As she turns to leave with a wave, Transylvania turns back again.

Perhaps she picked up on it.

Definitely.

Something is still left unfinished.

Take courage, open your mouth.

“That chest. Can I touch it just once?”

“······.”

“······.”

I’m curious about the sensation.

Very much so.

“······Pervert.”

“Why. What. There could be curiosity, you know.”

“······Pervert.”

“I’m not talking about desire, but pure curiosity. Who wouldn’t be curious about the sensation of a vampire’s chest, who is dead but not dead?”

“······Pervert.”

Mijung is really pissed off.

She doesn’t listen to any excuses I make.

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

It’s a little unfair.

If you’re annoyed, you should have had bigger breasts.

You talk too much about something that can’t be touched.

“We’re arriving soon. I’ll get off.”

“······Pervert.”

I can feel the train gradually slowing down.

We’ll soon arrive at Taepyung City.

Since I often take the Transcontinental Express, it’s as comfortable as my own home now.

First-class used to be uncomfortable, but I’ve been afraid of the Papal Inquisition’s spies following me, so I only take first-class seats and it’s become much more comfortable.

So why am I heading to Taepyung City?

To answer the call of no one other than the Nixie.

As soon as I bid farewell to Transylvania and hit the road.

Linda’s voice came through the communicator that Mijung was carrying.

I responded to it, and Linda started talking.

“I heard the Monster wishes to have an audience with you and wants you to come quickly… What? Don’t call it Monster? Then how… Ah. Ahh. Shall I call her a nun? Huh? You don’t like that either? Then how about the bug as you call Eugene… Huhuh. You don’t like that either? Then what am I supposed to call it…?”

As we neared the end, Linda was practically on the verge of tears.

Apparently, the Jinae nun is by her side.

She hasn’t had her energy resupplied for long, yet she’s making a fuss again asking for more.

If it were the usual, she would have had to endure it by herself with what’s left and I’d go leisurely.

Still, I feel sorry for keeping her waiting indefinitely since she’s already in the Clockwork City.

Since I have some spare time, I decide to visit the Clockwork City briefly.

“Huh?”

“…Pervert.”

At some point,

An amazing idea comes to mind.

The Jinae nun’s body can’t produce Energy by itself.

She can only survive by absorbing the energy from others.

It’s possible to create magic energy from the absorbed energy.

Once energy is infused, it’s said she can use enchantments hundreds of times and survive for about three months.

It means that the energy efficiency is quite significant.

How about using the Jinae nun as a factory to produce magic energy for infusion into Cali’s soul?

“Am I a genius?”

“…Pervert.”

This is it.