I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines chapter 111

111 – Slave Contract (2)

“Darkia’s Oath.”

Trancilvia grabs Darkia’s wrist.

His demeanor emitting a distinctly different force.

Intentionally feigning weakness, his body surges with strength.

He surpasses the limits of the sword, enlightenment dawning at its tip.

This causes Yerina’s eyes to widen.

She thought of him as an ordinary vampire.

With a frail sword and the power of time, she thought he had honed his skills.

But she never dreamt that he had shattered the wall of talent with his years of effort.

“Though Darkia’s dream is not the Oath, this is also the path I have created. It’s not a fake! It’s another Oath!”

To provoke the Frost Lord and reveal the true power of the Frost Clan, a feeble sword would be of no use.

He must overwhelm from the start with the Oath.

As Trancilvia steps forward, the ground sinks deeply and cracks open.

“Blood Tempest Thrust!”

Ssshhhwaaang!

Tran Sylvia’s sword created a dense wind formation, enveloping the surroundings.

It was a technique mimicking Yujin’s skill.

Though they looked similar, their essence was entirely different.

Yujin’s Blood Tempest Thrust unleashed straight and unavoidable sword energy, like an inescapable net.

Sylvia’s wind, however, influenced each other as they gathered, eventually flying in a twisted and bizarre trajectory.

“Urgh…!”

The tornado-like gust swept past Yerina, narrowly missing her and shattering the carriage behind her into pieces.

Yerina gasped in astonishment.

Sylvia wore a bitter smile of disappointment.

“As expected, my Blood Tempest Thrust is unrivaled.”

She managed to mimic the technique and deliver an entertaining swordplay, but for all the hundreds of swings in a short time, the impact was disappointingly feeble.

It seemed better to divide the attacks rather than simply imitate Yujin.

“No room for a counterattack!”

Yerina was momentarily surprised by the Dakiya-style skill.

But she immediately charged forward without a word.

It seemed she had already discerned the inefficiency of the Blood Tempest Thrust.

Sylvia hindered Yerina’s approach by continuously launching triple strikes filled with her own skill.

“Creating sharp winds with a sword? This can’t be just magic, can it?!”

It was a bewildering range and trajectory of an unfamiliar skill, but Yerina roughly grasped the characteristics of the Dakiya-style skill in that short time and countered it with instinct rather than reason.

Then came the consecutive strikes.

Faster and more fierce, the unseen consecutive strikes, but Yerina closed her eyes, focusing on the sound and air pressure, and parried them both unscathed.

“Ho? Truly worthy of being called a genius. Whether you are a superhuman, I am yet to find out.”

The examiner who effortlessly and accurately faced unfamiliar swordplay and techniques was something she had never seen before.

Each of the senses had to exceed their limits for such a feat to be possible.

Could someone with such keen senses lead a normal life?

Tran Sylvie pondered this question as she sheathed her sword.

Suddenly, Yerina was within arm’s reach of Tran Sylvie.

“If you thought you could win if you approached me, then try blocking this with your Frost Style boasting!”

“Huh…?!”

At that moment,

Tran Sylvie’s body began to accelerate explosively.

Yerina’s iron shoes, gauntlets, and ring, which had all instantly switched to offense, started to block Tran Sylvie’s attacks.

Tran Sylvie’s relentless onslaught.

There was no regularity or consistency to her attacks.

It was like a beginner wildly swinging without any sense of order.

But amidst that chaos,

Tran Sylvie’s attacks were beautiful, smoothly combining and linking together.

At first glance, it seemed like a random flurry, but it was not.

‘How can I block this?!’

I can’t.

Although their physical speed was similar, there was a clear difference in skill.

Mistakes became more frequent, and the wounds from the sword that Yerina couldn’t properly block continued to increase.

Even if it was just one attack that couldn’t be blocked, if it had been delivered with full force, Yerina would not have been able to avoid a fatal blow.

Tran Sylvie was clearly allowing it to happen.

She was looking down on Yerina.

This made Yerina’s eyes burn with anger.

“hahahahaha! How about that! You want to experience the taste of centuries of sword history firsthand, don’t you! I’ve never seen anyone who could block these attacks for so long! Ah, well, you’re not really blocking since you’re getting hit, huh? Ahahahahaha! But I’m still striking your vital points and cutting, so I can still fight!”

“This won’t work…”

“What? Are you giving up? I haven’t even tasted the essence of Frost Style yet! Drag it out a little longer! Doesn’t the Beast’s Sword also have depth to it?”

“Let’s call it quits, assassin.”

“Huh?”

Yerina let out a faint sigh.

Her eyes had turned into those of a beast in no time.

And the next moment,

Yerina vanished like a flash.

“Huh? Huh? Hm?”

Lying in the grass,

Tran Sylvia had to make a great effort to grasp her situation.

And soon, the sound of someone approaching through the bushes reached her.

“You darn bloodsucker. I was delayed for an hour because of you. I missed Alicia…”

“hahahaha.”

Yerina Frost, with disheveled hair and a fierce look of anger, was growling.

The elegant clothes were torn and soaked in blood for quite some time.

Here was not the king of Pallana, but a beast and a warrior.

“Round 2…!”

“Where to.”

Clang!

As she reached out to pick up the dropped sword,

Yerina, who had approached silently, stepped on Tran Sylvia’s hand and crushed her bone, then the tip of Yerina’s sword touched Tran Sylvia’s throat.

Upon this, Tran Sylvia tightly shut her eyes.

“I lost.”

Defeat.

And a complete one at that.

There was no room for argument.

“Huh. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”

It was good to find the news of the nearby King of Pallana during the moment when she was too lazy to go as far as the border of Oji and just recklessly attacked.

In the end, she even managed to lead it to a one-on-one match with the King of Pallana she desired.

But Tran Sylvia did not expect to lose to her.

She thought there was no one among the current generation who could match her.

Tran Sylvia had mastered all the swordsmanship that had disappeared into the back alleys of history, and she was the history of the sword itself.

She could counter any technique and penetrate any defense.

There, the training of magic accumulated, and the body accelerated to the extreme.

Unless one surpassed the limits of the sword and achieved enlightenment, they could not be a match for Transylvania.

At least, that’s what Transylvania believed.

But in the middle of it, Yerina exhaled sharply.

The moment her human gaze disappeared from her eyes and turned into the eyes of a beast.

Her posture and atmosphere changed instantly.

For the first few seconds, it was at a speed so fast that it was impossible to follow with the eyes.

And then, she cut her throat once.

Stopping the sword right in front of Transylvania’s neck, Yerina stepped back with a smirk.

It seemed as if she was seeking revenge for what had happened earlier.

In the end, Transylvania had to exert all her power.

It was not just her usual power, but an emergency power that tore her body apart.

Yet for Transylvania, passively responding to Yerina’s aggressive attack as a beast was all she could do.

She couldn’t hold out for even an hour and eventually collapsed.

Her body had reached its limit.

“Not a beastly woman, but a beast itself…”

“Shut up. I didn’t expect to show such a pathetic sight just to deal with a petty bloodsucker. Tsk.”

“Pathetic! It was incredibly beautiful! A wolf dancing with a sword!”

“Shut your mouth. Before I tear it apart.”

Yerina, as if ashamed, covered her torn clothes with her arms.

At that sight, Transylvania gained confidence.

Beast mode.

An ability to temporarily draw out the primal power of the werewolf.

A rare talent that appears only in some werewolves.

Until now, it was considered a legendary ability, but seeing it directly in front of her, she couldn’t help but believe it.

“No wonder I lost!”

A once-in-a-millennium superhuman.

That was Yerina.

She hadn’t even realized her enlightenment, and her swordsmanship was still inexperienced.

Yet she was already simply strong with just her body alone.

If all the conditions are met here, I am looking forward to what kind of puppet will be shaken off later.

But that’s a matter for later.

The future that Trancilvia can see here was that she had to survive.

“My sin of wasting time is heavy! Are you ready to pay the price?”

“Cough, wheeze! Cough!”

Gulp.

Yerina, riding on top of Trancilvia, choking his neck.

Yerina had to struggle to suppress the impulse to twist his neck as it was.

As time passed, the traces of magic had almost disappeared.

Chasing Alicia with just the traces had now become futile.

And in an hour, Alicia using wind magic would have been far enough to be untraceable.

Missed because of this assassin.

Alicia too.

Thinking that way, the desire to kill this guy reached the boiling point from head to toe.

“No matter how you think about it, it can’t be unfair. Pay the price with your body, assassin.”

“Wheeze?”

“From now on, you belong to me. My sword and slave. I have a rabbit and a man to chase. From now on, you have to help with that pursuit.”

It can’t be unfair.

Because of this guy, I missed Eugene, so I have to use him to chase Eugene.

Yerina, grinding her teeth, placed her hand near Trancilvia’s heart and cast a spell.

The spreading chill, like ice water, drew a slave contract inside Trancilvia’s heart and had now taken effect with Trancilvia’s consent.

Of course, Trancilvia would not agree willingly.

I have to make her agree, even if by force.

The moment Yerina clenched her fist with that thought.

“If you don’t accept, I’ll kill you…!”

“Great! Too great!”

“…?”

Trancilvia completed the slave contract with a wicked smile.

“The sea I desired!!!”

Isn’t this the chance to closely observe the Great Sword of the Giant?

If I could only taste that ecstasy, it didn’t matter if I were a slave or anything else.

Curiosity about the sword overcame Transylvania’s pride.