I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines chapter 92

92 – Sign of an Aura(2)

“What’s that?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“A letter, huh? There’s quite a bundle. All the names sound female. In your prime, aren’t you…”

Trancilvia clicked her tongue and turned her head.

Slightly irritated by her sarcastic comment, he tore through each letter.

Starting with Cornelia’s.

’10 letters?’

A whopping 10 in just 2 weeks.

No wonder Tei always looked extremely tired.

He started to unfold each one in chronological order.

-Monthly report. I’ve already conducted the second legal consultation with the Holy Maiden. I found out this time that she has a lot more misunderstanding about you than expected. She thinks you’re not good with the sword and you never enter a dungeon. However, she seems to know quite a bit about your character… Odd. I’ll contact you again.

-Monthly report. The Holy Maiden is considering ordering the Holy Knights to launch a search for you. Of course, I argued against it, citing misuse of her power. However, I’m worried she might act impulsively. I’ll contact you again.

The early letters were all about work.

However…

-Monthly report. Actually, I lied. There’s no update, but… I’m just bored so I’m writing to you. I miss you.

-Eugene. I think I’m forgetting your face. I know you’re busy, but can you stop by Cologne when you have time? I miss you.

Somehow, letters aren’t the same as time passes.

I should also visit Cologne when I have time.

Taking a bunch of money orders too.

Next is Alicia.

-11th. Voxx, suspecting the situation at Elvenguard. High probability of choosing to go to Elvenguard.

-12th. Voxx, decision to go to Elvenguard.

-14th. Voxx…

Voxx refers to Yerina in code language.

Being diligent about never breaking the code, it feels like some kind of military discipline.

Of course, keeping up with Yerina’s movements in this way is mostly useless since I can’t check them right away.

But now that I can get real-time communication from Linda, Alicia’s surveillance might be of some help.

Finally, to Mia.

It’s time to take a look at the letter from the lady of the World Tree.

-A new prophecy has arrived.

A new prophecy?

Originally, the prophecy of the World Tree comes about once a year.

How soon did another one come?

Is it because the situation is rapidly changing?

As much as the prophecy of the World Tree accurately predicts the future,

It might be helpful to know.

“······Communication. It’s here.”

Just then, a crackling sound from next to me.

Mia hands me the communicator.

In this world where communication devices aren’t widely used, only one person uses this frequency.

I take the receiver and re-adjust the frequency.

The crackling noise turns into a clear voice.

[Ah. Ah. Can you hear me?]

“I can hear you. You can speak, Linda.”

While Linda’s voice sounds a bit mechanical, the quality is excellent compared to what it could have been.

No. Has Linda’s voice always been mixed with a mechanical sound?

Anyway, there’s absolutely no interference in communication due to the sound quality.

[I just contacted you because there was a letter that just arrived. It’s a letter from the High Priestess of Elvengard.]

“What did you say? Read the full text.”

[A new prophecy has just been delivered. I cannot divulge the detailed contents, but it’s quite serious, so it would be best if you could come as soon as possible. That’s what it said.]

Another prophecy in such a short time…

Moreover, with an added explanation of it being quite serious.

Considering Mia’s calm and collected demeanor, it seems a prophecy of unusual gravity has been bestowed.

Whether the future that prophecy indicates becomes tomorrow or the day after remains unknown.

It simply means it’s better to have it known as soon as possible.

Now that two prophecies have been stacked, it can’t be postponed any longer.

“There’s something I need to take care of in Elvengard.”

“Elvengard. A place rich with mana, perfect for sword training. If you’re in a hurry, go to Elvengard first. It won’t be late to teach magic after sorting it out.”

“That seems necessary… But can you really go to Elvengard?”

“What’s that for? Ah…”

After tilting his head, Transilbia seemed to realize something and started laughing.

“I need to disguise myself a bit.”

Transilbia has a past where he committed murder in Elvengard.

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“Your outfit is too flashy.”

“What’s the problem with it?”

“You look like you stepped right out of a martial arts novel. Try this outfit on.”

“…That’s, my, outfit.”

Inside the moving carriage.

Transilbia catches the flying outfit and spreads it out.

It was an extremely childish combining of colors hoodie.

He wasn’t particularly pleased, but there was no other choice.

The fact that the outfit he’s wearing now makes his pale skin stand out was true.

If he enters Elvengard like this, he’ll be arrested immediately.

Without any more words, Transilbia began to undress the outfit he originally wore.

She put on the hooded tee inside out.

Eugene, who had been turned around talking with Mi-Jung while changing, looked back late and nodded.

“It fits perfectly. Try on the hood too.”

“Huh… I’ll have to let down my hair.”

Even when she tried to put on the hood, the tied and braided hair caught in the back, making the back of her head stick out awkwardly.

Transylvania undid the hair tie, letting her long hair down.

Eugene’s eyes widened at the sight of the long silver strands reaching down past her waist.

“Why not just cut it off?”

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“What! My hair is my body and my body is my wealth! How could I haphazardly cut off such precious hair?”

“Did you say you were from the north?”

“Yes. I had a different name in the northern style, but I’ve long forgotten it. Transylvania is a name people started calling me, and I didn’t have anything else to use, so I still do.”

The north corresponds to the East on Earth.

No wonder her attire and appearance seemed somewhat oriental.

Eugene felt a slight – very slight – kinship with Transylvania.

Especially in that they both had to hide their origins and adapt to a foreign place.

“Furthermore, once a vampire cuts her hair, it will never grow back. One can always cut it, but they can never turn back, so being careful won’t hurt.”

“Wait…do you mean…it never, grows back?”

Mi-Jung’s mouth fell open.

Touching her short hair, Mi-Jung froze in place.

Looking at her, Eugene sat Mi-Jung down between her legs and gently stroked her hair.

“Short hair is good. It’s easier to clean.”

“Keep making jokes, you ungrateful kids.”

How could one serve dead parents?

Mi-Jung had these thoughts, but decided not to voice them.

After living for hundreds of years, stubbornness was bound to strengthen.

There was no point in talking about it, it would just be a pain.

“Sigh. The world has changed a lot. In my time, vampires were merely targets for elimination, despite having their sanity and fangs pulled out. Now they have all but become pets.”

“…Pets. No, we’re not.”

“Then what are you?”

“…Companion. Animal.”

“What’s this.”

The world must be near its end.

Transilvia tucked her hair beneath her hood, shaking her head side to side.

There was still plenty of time before reaching Elvenguard.

Closed eyes and steady breathing indicated that Eugene was perhaps taking a brief nap.

Or perhaps he was feigning sleep while actually keeping watch.

The bloodthirsty girl stared intently at Transilvia with wide eyes.

‘He’s flawless.’

She wasn’t referring to herself as being flawless.

She was talking about Eugene.

He seemed to be sleeping like any ordinary person.

But not through the eyes of Transilvia.

Even in his sleep, Eugene never let the guard down.

If she were to draw her sword, Eugene would wake immediately, his eyes flashing open.

‘He’s undoubtedly a talentless fellow.’

All Transilvia had seen of his swordsmanship was a fleeting moment.

Just one move from Dakia style Zero, nothing more.

But it was enough to assess Eugene’s sword skills.

Through the eyes of Transilvia, who had tirelessly wielded her sword for centuries.

She could see the whole picture from just one part.

Eugene was no so-called genius.

Unlike those born with the soul of a swordsman.

Eugene had no talent for swordsmanship whatsoever.

None at all. Absolutely none.

He is the type of man who would have been perfect for clerical work in a dull office.

‘His technique has been honed through nothing but hard work. He possesses nothing that is his own.’

In Eugene’s swordsmanship, there is no natural sharpness – only the solidity painstakingly developed through effort.

He might be able to overcome lazy ones who rely solely on their talents, but he’s no match for those who’ve honed both sharpness and solidity.

Whilst geniuses adapt their bodies to the sword…

The criminal adapts himself to the swordsmanship.

The genius stubbornly creates a new swordsmanship.

The criminal learns swordsmanship and thinks about how to use it.

Eugene is clearly a criminal.

It was hard to imagine him inventing a new swordsmanship with that body and talent of his.

Perhaps he could surpass his talent by working hard for hundreds of years.

But it’s impossible with a human body.

‘But what if he makes it his own?’

Dakiaryu is an incomplete swordsmanship.

Born from the fingertips of a genius long ago.

It bloomed with a tragic blossom as it passed through Transylvania’s hands.

Eventually, Transylvania also stopped using it, and it remains incomplete as no one remembers it.

All existing swordsmanship are finished products, polished through the hands of many swordsmen.

They are devoid of inconsistencies and perfectly balanced.

That balance makes adapting to the swordsmanship near impossible.

But the incomplete Dakiaryu, with its prominent wobble.

The body conforms, and the chiseled Dakiaryu still leaves room for supplementation.

Maybe that criminal can keep up with the genius to a certain degree.

Like Transylvania who without talent reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship after hundreds of years of foolish training.

Maybe this human could also break through the wall of talent.

With that thought, Transylvania felt an illusion as if his heart, which stopped long ago, is pounding again.

‘I don’t know. Let’s just roll with it and see.’

Of course, how abject that thug would be, was something to be discovered when he started training.