I Gave Up on Conquering the Heroines – Chapter 95

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“From now on, please address your letters to this fake address and name.”

“Huh? Why?”

“The entire continent’s postal network is owned by Yulia. If she wanted, she could intercept every letter sent by you.”

“Ah… Okay, I’ll do that.”

Now that Yulia was openly keeping tabs on Mia, exchanging letters under the priestess’ name was extremely dangerous.

I was even more cautious, as I vividly remembered having my letters censored in the previous loops.

“Thank you for the prophecy. It seems like it’ll be a big help.”

“If you’re grateful, may I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“About the discord between you and the previous priestess Yulia… was it perhaps her fault it began?”

“…”

So that was what she was curious about, she seemed curious about my relationship with Yulia.

I couldn’t explain everything and it wouldn’t be good to explain it either.

But it wasn’t polite to keep everything hidden from someone who was helping me.

It meant that some explanation was needed.

“Before that, shouldn’t you ask what kind of disagreement it was? What kind of relationship we had before it?”

“Ah. May I ask about that too…?”

Mia whispered, her hands neatly clasped over her mouth.

It seemed she didn’t have the courage to ask before.

Since she was sharing the risk with me, Mia also deserved to know.

She needed to know to be able to cope with Yulia’s unexpected actions.

“At first, we were a little, very slightly close. Like close friends who could confide in each other. But it seems Yulia’s feelings ran deeper than I thought. She became unhappy about my relationship with another woman and caused a huge incident.”

The Holy Kingdom-Petenburg War of the 6th loop.

That war began with Yulia publicly denouncing the Saintess.

However, it was difficult to say that it was entirely Yulia’s fault, as it was also a problem that Jill decided to invade based on just that.

“Is that why your relationship fell apart?”

“No. While it was clearly Yulia’s fault and an irreparable incident… I decided to embrace her. I decided to forgive her and promised Yulia a future together.”

“What?”

Even though it was a lie, I confessed to Yulia and she accepted.

“And right after that… I insulted Yulia and left. That’s how we fell apart.”

“What…?”

Mia blinked, her eyes wide as if she had lost track of the conversation.

She seemed confused.

Of course, she wouldn’t understand with the common sense and rationality of an ordinary person.

It was only natural since I had deliberately omitted details in my explanation.

I couldn’t exactly say, ‘I thought everything would be fine if I regressed and went back to the past, but there was a critical error, and Yulia remembered the previous loop’.

“So… you’re saying you unilaterally betrayed Yulia and left?”

“I have no excuse for it.”

“…”

Although there were some serious omissions and lack of details, there were no lies.

It wasn’t my intention at all.

But in the end, it was true that I had trampled on Yulia’s feelings.

It was also true that I had hurt her, I had no intention of hiding or concealing it.

Of course, that didn’t mean I was going to be caught by Yulia, who was chasing me, and go quietly.

Because I had to go home.

“Yulia was just… how should I put it? Unlucky.”

If the system had worked properly, her memories wouldn’t have returned.

Yulia would have lived peacefully without knowing someone like me and I would have been smoothly heading towards the ending.

We were both just a little unlucky.

“Did that answer your question?”

“Ah, yes. It did.”

The atmosphere had become awkward.

I wondered if I had said too much, but… I also felt a little relieved.

I just hoped Mia wouldn’t think of Yulia as crazy just because she was on the opposite side of me.

I was the only one who could call Yulia crazy.

“It sounds a bit noisy outside.”

“…?”

At that moment, Mia stood up, her long ears twitching.

Was it because the connection with the World Tree’s senses became stronger near the World Tree’s eyes?

I couldn’t hear anything, but it seemed Mia could hear the commotion outside.

“Hmm? It sounds like there’s a fight going on somewhere? Could it be one of your companions, Yoo-jin…?”

“Ah.”

I was just wondering if Transylvania had caused trouble while I was gone…

It seemed like my worries had become reality.

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“…Where… are you… going?”

“Where else would I be going? To the training ground. I have a warehouse I own. It might be a mess since it hasn’t been used for about a hundred years.”

“…Yoo-jin… need… to tell… him…”

“I left a note, so please stop with the ‘Yoo-jin’ already. My ears are going to get calluses.”

Transylvania picked at their ear and openly expressed their annoyance, Undecided had been chattering non-stop beside them the whole way.

Yoo-jin would be worried about this, they needed to tell Yoo-jin that, Yoo-jin, Yoo-jin, Yoo-jin…

It was driving them crazy.

“Don’t tell me you have feelings for that human.”

“…Feelings?”

Undecided tilted her head, asking back.

Transylvania ruffled their own hair in frustration.

“Do you feel something special for that human?”

“…Yoo-jin… is… special.”

“But don’t you get it? That bastard doesn’t care about you at all. You’re just a useful tool. Nothing more, nothing less. You’re destined to be thrown away when you break or become useless. Do you think that human bastard would bat an eye even if you died?”

“…”

They were wrong.

Yoo-jin would cry his eyes out if she died.

He might call her a thing and a tool, but he actually cherished her a lot.

However, Undecided decided not to argue with them.

It would only tire them out to speak at a slower pace, and it didn’t seem like they could convince Transylvania, who had accumulated distrust of humans for hundreds of years.

But inside Undecided, dissatisfaction slowly built up.

Every time Transylvania talked about Yoo-jin without knowing anything, Undecided’s eyes twitched slightly.

“But as time passes, the relationship reverses. Humans inevitably age, weaken, and become ugly. On the other hand, our experience, knowledge, and skills constantly accumulate and we become stronger. Take me, for example. I was just an ordinary farmer with no talent, but now I’m one of the strongest swordsmen on the continent. That’s how powerful time is. In that sense, we blood ghoul’s are the strongest.”

“…Wrong.”

“What was that?”

“…Just because… you survived… doesn’t mean… you are strong. Strength… is strong… on its own. You… are just… old… that’s all. A cockroach… isn’t the strongest.”

“Hahaha. You’re finally crossing the line, kid.”

Transylvania’s teeth ground together.

Of course, up until 200 years ago, there were plenty of strong people that Transylvania couldn’t even dream of surpassing.

But they were all dead and buried, their bones turned to dust.

They were the one who survived, and now they were the strongest.

It was a clear and irrefutable fact that they were the strongest.

Every time they were compared to the strong who were already dead and gone, Transylvania felt extreme anger.

“I was being nice because you’re my kin. Say that again.”

“…You were just… born… in an era… where the strong… are gone… you mediocre fool.”

“You little…!”

Just as Transylvania couldn’t stand it any longer and clenched their fist…

Their body froze at a loud bang in the distance.

Something was flying towards them, accompanied by a roaring sound.

“…Gah!”

Transylvania, their senses sharply honed, kicked Undecided away.

-Clang!

Transylvania raised the scabbard they had wrapped in bandages.

With a clear metallic sound, something collided with the scabbard, scattering crimson sparks.

The repelled metal lump soared high into the air.

Then it spun and returned to where it had come from.

Amidst the thick dust cloud…

An elf caught the boomerang-like sword as he revealed himself.

“Hey, monster. Back for more after failing to die by my hand last time?”

“…”

A blond elf.

Judging by his hair and complexion, he appeared to be under 500 years old.

He wore light clothing, had no accessories, and sported tattoos, suggesting he was a warrior and if he could unleash such power with a projectile…

He must be one of Elvenguard’s high warriors.

The smoke gradually cleared, revealing the elf’s face.

A handsome man with an enraged expression.

Transylvania’s eyes widened as they recognized the face.

“You finally remember who I am, don’t you?!”

“No, I don’t…”

“You bastard!!!”

But no matter how much they furrowed their brow, they couldn’t recall.

There were simply too many elf faces they had encountered over the centuries.

They couldn’t remember what they couldn’t remember.

Figuring the elf would just jump around and explain himself if they kept quiet, Transylvania let out a yawn.

“50 years ago! Do you remember the high warrior you killed in Elvenguard! I am his younger brother, Rex! I swore revenge while holding my dead brother’s body! I’ve been waiting for this day!”

“Uh…”

They vaguely remembered.

Transylvania rolled their eyes, trying hard to recall their past memories.

They certainly remembered killing someone in Elvenguard.

That was why they had disguised themselves and even put on makeup before coming here.

But they had no recollection of who it was, whether they had a younger brother, or anything else.

When Transylvania ultimately failed to remember, the high warrior’s face turned red and blue.

Someone had dedicated their life to revenge…

Yet the target of their revenge didn’t even remember them.

“A fine day for your return, esteemed High Warrior. I must have chosen the wrong date for my visit.”

“Shut up and draw your sword, monster. Or I’ll smash you along with your scabbard!”

“Why should I fight a pointless battle?”

“Accept it! Or else I’ll declare this battle my victory!”

What a joke.

If it were their old self, they would have charged in, cut his throat, and walked away.

But they couldn’t do that now.

Because they had made a promise to a human.

They had to stay here and teach him the secret techniques of the Dakia Style.

Now that their identity was revealed, there was no avoiding the commotion.

But they had to be patient if they didn’t want to be forcefully driven out.

“Fine. You win. You’re talented. Keep up the good work.”

“You son of a-!!!”

His face flushed red.

The elf high warrior took off his thick gloves and threw them at Transylvania.

But Transylvania lightly tilted their head to dodge, and…

Thwack!

The glove struck someone else in the face.

“Hey! What’s all the commotion while I was go- Huh?!”

Yoo-jin, who was rubbing the spot where the glove hit him, looked up.

Hitting someone in the face with a glove was a challenge to a duel.

Transylvania had a brilliant idea.

They quickly moved behind Yoo-jin and grabbed his shoulder.

“You dare challenge my disciple to a duel! He will fight you in my place!”

“…?”

Yoo-jin was bewildered at being pushed forward so suddenly.

He didn’t feel like fighting a complete stranger, even if it was a duel.

“What are you talking about? Why would I fight in your pla-”

“Hah! As expected of a monster’s disciple, you’re one ugly son of a bitch. You look just like a rat.”

“Take that back.”

Yoo-jin’s non-existent fighting spirit surged.

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