Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 77: Lugan Village (8)

Had this happened 6 months ago, I wouldn’t have realized the reason why I had managed to win.

Perhaps I would have simply been happy because I had defeated my Teacher.

Thinking, “Even a professional like Rachel can make mistakes sometimes, huh?”

I would make a fool of myself without realizing this was intentional.

During these six months, Rachel and I sparred many times.

Among those, I managed to score some wins, but never had my victories felt this hollow.

Rachel was always someone who put her all into everything she did.

She would never let her guard down, never made a mistake, and certainly...never went easy on me.

That’s why I naturally assumed that the opening shown by her was some sort of bait, and I pretended to fall for it, but......

Smack-!

My precise kick connected with Rachel’s left calf, which I was sure she would have dodged, and for the first time ever, Rachel’s body soared in the air.

I became baffled with this development thinking that this may have been part of her trap.

“Uh?”

Suddenly, Rachel gripped my clothes forcefully, and before I could react, we both tumbled down.

As a result,

I,

Became the shameless Student who ended up lying on top of his Teacher.

At that moment.

I felt an overwhelming squishiness pressing against my chest.

The dimensions and feeling were completely different from the time we first spared in the Grand Duchy.

Back then, my hand merely brushed against it.

It was a softness so perfect that no synthetic material could ever hope to replicate, and now, the feeling was even more exquisite.

About five months ago, I incidentally discovered that Rachel always wore compression bandages around her chest, except when she was bathing.

When I questioned if those weren’t uncomfortable, she merely dismissed my worries saying that they were necessary for a Female Knight.

But then, why is the feeling being transmitted to me, so vivid now?

Even if she took off her thick outer garment for the spar, and even if Rachel’s undergarment was thin, how could I feel them so distinctly?

I’m 100% sure that in my entire life, I’ve never touched a woman’s breasts before.

But perhaps it’s thanks to the Original Elden’s wastrel-like senses ingrained in this body, that I could vaguely figure out what size they must be.

They were big.

Really.

Really big.

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How good those compression bandages must have been to restrain such...bountiful things?

Furthermore,

Why wasn’t she using her bandages?

Didn’t Rachel use those almost all day long claiming they were part of a Knight’s virtue?

Sadly, because of their sheer size, their gravity field naturally attracted my gaze, while Rachel continued to lay beneath me.

“R-Rachel...?”

I couldn’t help but squeak a little.

A tone filled with bewilderment, but the woman only stared back at me with wide eyes.

I tried to lift my torso to create some distance from the heavenly squishiness pressing against my chest, but Rachel’s firm grip on my clothes made that impossible.

We were close enough to feel each other’s breaths.

Soon, Rachel stared right into my eyes with a narrowed gaze and spoke with a cold tone.

“......You said nothing special happened, My Lord...But it seems something indeed happened last night, no?”

Thankfully, after saying this, Rachel relaxed her grip on my shirt, allowing me to rise.

For some reason, I felt somewhat sad that I couldn’t feel those soft things pressing against my chest.

But as I extended my hand towards Rachel, she took it and rose, brushing off the dust of her hips.

“...Whatever you mean, Teacher?”

“Lady Ariel’s scent is quite strong on you.”

“Hmmm?”

Sniff, Sniff-.

Since I’ve been holding her all night, some of her scent must have lingered, but when I sniffed my shoulder, Ariel’s scent wasn’t there.

Perhaps my nose had become somewhat dull?

So I tried to sniff my other shoulder and even lifted my shirt and tried to sniff it......

When suddenly an unexpected question arrived.

“Did you embrace each other?”

“......What?”

Ah?

Me and Ariel...E-Embracing each other...?

“I’m merely curious, My Lord.”

So...She pretended to fall just to...pull me in to check that?”

Why...Why would she do that?

“Just to clarify...When you say... ‘Embracing’ ...you mean ‘that’, right?”

“Yes.”

“All of a sudden?”

“My Lord, I’m merely asking because it is best to practice asceticism for spiritual and physical training, so don’t misunderstand.”

......Why is she bringing up ‘spiritual and physical training’ all of a sudden...?

Rachel? I don’t want to become a sword saint, you know? I’m just training for my Culinary Journey.

Having no idea what my Teacher was thinking since she never mentioned this ‘asceticism’, I shrugged and said.

“No. I just held her close because the situation had been dangerous. Ariel was almost freezing.”

“Holding...? Surely, you don’t mean you’re naked?”

“No? We were very dressed.”

“So, you are saying you just held Lady Ariel because she was cold.”

“There wasn’t enough firewood.”

Finally Rachel’s glare relaxed and she nodded her head.

Her annoyance seemed to have faded completely.

“I see. You must be tired, so let’s call it a day for training. Go wash and rest.”

With those words, Rachel abruptly turned her back.

As if any further training would be pointless.

Did she really set up this training to check on my ‘abstinence’?

Wait, does that mean...

“R-Rachel? Does that mean I mustn’t indulge until my training is over?”

When I became Rachel’s student, I made a promise to her.

That I would follow any orders to help me increase my skills as if they were the King’s decrees.

Of course, I don’t understand how abstinence would hinder my skill development, but if Rachel insists on abstinence for some reason, it would be somewhat troublesome.

Elden’s body is at 26 years of age.

The peak of virility, and to be ordered to go celibate at this age when my sexual desires are sky-high would be quite sad.

During our travels, we passed through numerous brothels and it was natural for me to have fantasies about women with voluptuous bodies.

I never planned on abstaining, but there weren’t any opportunities to indulge, and it would be rather weird to visit a brothel while lying to my companions.

However, humans naturally awaken a desire to do things they are told not to.

Thus, I posed such a question to my Teacher.

After a moment, my teacher turned back and looked at me as she answered with a strange(?) smile.

“It depends on who the other party is.”

With that weird answer, Rachel left the clearing.

Left alone, I wandered around the field for a while, trying to decipher my Teacher’s response.

......Is she saying I should avoid prostitutes or something like that...?

**

“Tehehe~”

Ariel hummed in a cheerful tone as she handled the Mandrake root.

She put it in a pot and stirred it a ladle, as the contents bubbled.

Seeing this, Rendler looked puzzled.

Last night was certainly a tough one, yet, here was Ariel acting overly cheerful.

“Lady Ariel? Did something good happen?”

“Ah?”

“It must have been a perilous experience, but you look very happy.”

“Oh.”

Only then did Ariel realize she had been humming.

It was natural that a light blush then spread across her face.

[ Something Good ]

Because of those words, a memory popped into her mind.

The scene of being held in Elden’s arms all night long.

It had been a cozy, snug, warm, and incredibly thrilling moment.

After glancing around, Ariel smiled shyly.

“Hehe-. Just, well, you know.”

“Hm? So, something did happen!?”

Ariel’s reaction piqued Rendler’s curiosity, and he was quite surprised by her following answer.

“Tehehe~ So...Because it was very cold...Elden held me all night~?”

“M-My Lord did that?”

“Yes.”

“Oho! It’s certainly a ‘good thing’ indeed!”

Rendler wore a pleased smile.

While Ariel tilted her head at his remark.

“Why?”

“Being embraced by someone you care for is certainly a ‘good thing’.”

“Really...?”

Ariel’s eyes widened at Rendler’s words, which seemed to peer right into her soul.

Despite her exhaustion, a hum escaped her lips.

Despite her body yearning for a good rest in bed, her heart fluttered with excitement.

Rendler’s words struck something in her, leaving Ariel utterly taken aback.

As he tenderly watched the young lady who was enamored with his Lord, Rendler scooped the herbal concoction into a cup and placed it on a tray while he spoke.

“Allow me to take this to the Duchess, while you go wash and rest, Lady Ariel.”

Exiting the kitchen, Rendler made his way to the second floor, where he handed the cup to a bemused Lumia sitting listlessly on her bed.

“?”

As Lumia stared at the cup, Rendler offered her a briefing of Elden and Ariel’s efforts.

“Last night, My Lord and Lady Ariel climbed the mountain to acquire this medicinal root. It should greatly speed up your recovery.”

“......”

Scribble, scribble-.

Putting the received cup aside, Lumia urgently wrote something on a piece of paper.

[Wasn’t there a White Storm yesterday...?]

However, Rendler merely smiled.

“It seems their desire to see you recovered triumphed even a White Storm, My Duchess.”

“......”

Lumia, at a loss for words, stared solemnly at the cup set beside her.

The Mandrake Root - acquired through the peril of a White Storm.

For her sake, Elden and Ariel braved life-threatening danger, stirring within her an indescribable sense of guilt and gratitude, making the cup impossible to refuse.

Grasping the cup with her hand, Lumia gave the dark-brown liquid a last look before draining it in one go.

And then.

On the following day.

Lumia had recovered enough to move on her own in the early morning while everyone was still asleep.

So,

Motivated by a desire to repay the help she had received,

Lumia Winterfell headed towards the kitchen.