Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 38: A Long Tail Is Bound To Be Stepped On

Heh!

As I had thought, keeping a good relationship with people is always a wise move.

You never know when a connection might bear fruit.

And of course, if you couple this with a wish made to a shooting star...Well, then the world will have no choice but to favor you for a bit.

I hope my Culinary Journey goes on smoothly.

It hadn’t even been a day since I wished that, and now I had this National Guide For Monster Cuisine on my hands.

Moreover, the book was at an indefinite loan at that!

In other words, this meant that the book was mine.

During the Medieval Ages, when things like the internet didn’t exist, there was nothing better than a good book.

And just like that, I received a gift from a bun-haired lady I met by chance.

Since I received such a great gift, I had to ask her,

“Well, what about you? Don’t you want something in return? It feels like I’m abusing your good-will.”

I asked her this while we ate at the Great Hall.

Even a fallen house like mine still had considerable funds.

But her answer was unexpected.

Ariel smiled and said,

“Ah? Don’t worry~ I’m just happy to give you something you like. So don’t feel pressured to repay me, in fact, I’m pleased enough just by being able to recommend you some books.”

Her smile was so warming, that for a second, the image of Mother Teresa came to mind.

Or perhaps, Ariel was the descendent of the famous giving three.

I was simply at a loss on how to deal with such boundless generosity.

At that moment, I resolved myself.

One day, I would pay her back with a meal prepared with the help of the National Guide For Monster Cuisine.

Though I didn’t know the author of such a masterpiece, this book represented my hopes and dreams.

The book had a map detailing all the major habitats of monsters alongside professional recommendations, according to taste and even travel routes.

Indeed! When embarking on a Culinary Journey, reviews and ratings are essential!

And I might even find a ‘hidden gem’!

This book was akin to a bible for gourmets, and as Ariel had said, this was all I needed.

“Oho-. The Village of Horis in the Duchy of Lundgren is famous for its Red Dragon recipes, isn’t it?”

This was it.

An exoticness only found in fantasy.

The opportunity to eat dragon’s meat...

Would it be tough, chewy or perhaps succulent and soft?

How would its skewered tail taste? It must be a delicacy no doubt.

And the broth made from the cleaned intestines and finely crushed bones simmered for...two days? This must be delicious.

Utterly irresistible.

Even as we ate at the Great Hall, I couldn’t help but salivate, imagining such fine delicacies.

The village was only 10km west of Winterfell.

If I manage to escape this place, this would be my first stop.

As I planned for my future, Ariel spoke up.

“Hm, you’re planning on going to the Duchy of Lundgren? I heard they have a great library there...”

Oh.

“Why don’t we go together then?”

Of course, my question wasn’t serious.

As the sole heir and future head of a fallen Count’s house, I was free to do as I wished.

In fact, I had already instructed Rendler to handle most of the servant’s severance and keep only the essential personnel.

But Ariel was different. Even if she was the third daughter, her freedom wouldn’t be as unrestrained as mine, so my question was merely a light-hearted one.

Her comment about how ‘great’ the library there was seemed to at least suggest a small chance of her joining me.

But then,

“R-Really?”

Ariel’s face lightened up as she asked back.

What a pleasing turn of events.

After all, Ariel had been a dear friend, someone I owe a great debt to.

However,

My Culinary Journey was not ordinary - During my journey, I would acquire the freshest ingredients, directly from the source.

That is why I had Rachel training me.

Of course, one might wonder why I even needed a National Guide for Monster Cuisine with a broad goal like mine. But even with all my effort, it would be impractical to spend every day hunting monsters.

The principle behind my Culinary Journey was one of [ Healing ].

I had no intention of running myself ragged with a strenuous agenda, so this guide was a necessity for me.

Regardless,

This journey of mine wasn’t something a lady of noble upbringing should experience.

“I don’t mind your company, but I’ll be hunting monsters too, you know? It might be too dangerous for you.”

Since I knew Ariel had never wielded a sword in her whole life, or any sort of weapon really, I cautioned her.

But then, I heard an incredibly naive answer from her.

“It will be fine! I’m not going to be the one hunting, so there’s no worries!”

“......”

Well...

That might be true, but still...

Bringing an inexperienced Lady on a dangerous Journey could cause an unnecessary problem with the Elrond Family.

“That might be true, but shouldn’t you get your parent’s permission first? They might worry about you.”

Yet again, a completely unexpected reply came out.

“Don’t worry about that!”

“...Pardon?”

“My parents told me to live however I want! So nothing is stopping me!”

...

......

From the very beginning, I found it strange that a Count’s daughter was able to travel alone to this harsh land, just because she wished to visit a Library.

Could it be that this bun-haired lady...

Who was always buried in novels...

“It will be great! I always wanted to experience a monster hunt that I’ve only read about! Oh, it’s going to be so exciting!”

Was freer than anyone else?

**

Woosh-!

Thud-!

After having lunch in the Great Hall, Elden and Rachel went to the outdoor training grounds.

Today’s training was about [ Swordsmanship ].

For this training, they were using wooden swords, as Rachel taught Elden the basic techniques, grips, and postures.

“When you grip the sword too tightly, you will only strain your wrist. Also, hold it a bit more upright.”

“Don’t lower your stance too much or spread your legs, because your blows will lack strength and stability.”

Rachel’s advice came from real combat experience.

Since she had never received formal training, all her knowledge was gained through relentless practice and experience, naturally making her style somewhat rough.

However, even with her lackluster teaching, Elden swung the sword as if he had trained with one his whole life.

Incredible...So that’s what true talent is.

With each training session, Rachel’s conviction only grew stronger.

For every skill she would teach him, Elden would master another ten in the process.

Though she had no previous experience teaching others to compare to, Rachel was certain that it wouldn’t take long for him to become a formidable warrior and monster hunter.

If he manages to use magic with the sword, he could even hunt dangerous monsters like dragons.

Rachel even wondered about teaching him how to manipulate his mana after tomorrow’s Unveiling Ceremony.

The woman who once believed that teaching would be a chore, now found herself eagerly planning her next training session.

Since she was unfamiliar with the concept of teaching others, Rachel had to establish a proper lesson plan.

In the process, she learned the joy of teaching and seeing her students grow, reaching new heights.

Regardless,

“You’ve done well.”

With these words, the third training session had ended.

It was already night, as the darkness of the North enveloped everything.

Rachel had been so engrossed in training that she had lost track of time.

She then gathered the training swords and looked at Elden.

“Ah~ I never knew that sword training could be so fun.”

“You made good progress today.”

“Indeed! Now, let’s head back to the annex.”

Wishing to have a refreshing bath, and clean his sweat, Elden walked ahead.

But Rachel didn’t move.

“...?”

Sensing his puzzled look, Rachel looked at her Lord and spoke softly, almost whispering.

“Go ahead. I have to check something.”

“Check? What are you talking about, Rachel?”

“If I’m correct, I’ll tell you.”

“...?”

Elden couldn’t understand why his Knight was whispering all of a sudden.

But, since he knew Rachel wasn’t someone who would do things without reason, he nodded.

“Well, in that case, I’ll go ahead.”

Moreover,

“I’ll just return these swords to the Armory, and I shall follow you, My Lord.”

Unlike her previous words, these were spoken loudly.

Though he couldn’t understand her motives, the serious glint in Rachel’s eyes prompted Elden to move on.

As he did so, Rachel turned around and walked towards the armory.

**

‘......’

Clank, Clank-.

Midway towards the Armory, Rachel changed directions.

...As expected.

Since yesterday, she had felt something amiss.

Initially, Rachel disregarded it as a misunderstanding, but after today, she was certain it wasn’t.

Her keen senses, honed through countless battles where death waited at every turn, had played a significant role in her survival.

Instinct.

That was what saved her from spears and arrows flying from all directions, from enemies charging at her from behind, from betrayals and ambushes.

Her sharp senses allowed Rachel to survive and become the [ Purple Knight ].

And those senses,

Had been nagging at her for days now.

What she felt wasn’t bloodlust.

Nor was it something hostile.

It was merely something directed at her Lord, and it didn’t seem particularly dangerous.

Thus, after creating some distance by claiming to return the swords to the Armory, she had the perfect opportunity.

It’s almost invisible.

Even as she approached it, the thing nagging at her senses seemed almost undetectable.

If it wasn’t for her instincts, she wouldn’t have recognized such an elusive presence.

Holding her breath, Rachel tried to erase her aura.

And as she approached it,

Rachel scattered a handful of sand she had gotten from the training grounds in the air.

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As the sand hit something, it bounced off in all directions, and Rachel aimed her wooden sword at it.

It was a small something floating in the air.

“Move and you die.”