Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy - Chapter 39
How to Avoid Stepping on a Long Tail
Oh!
Indeed, it is a rule for people to get along well with everyone.
Because you never know which relationship might turn out to be valuable.
And when a shooting star falls, it’s always common practice to make a wish, no matter which world you’re in.
“May my culinary travel plans catch a fair wind.”
I made this wish every single day until a book featuring a nationwide map of monster cuisines that I had been searching for so desperately came into my hands.
Moreover, it’s.
Available for unlimited rental.
Practically, it’s a piece that could be rightfully claimed by saying, “This book is mine now.”
In the medieval times without audiovisual media, there was no better way to acquire knowledge than through books.
I received great grace from the coincidental reunion with the breadroll-haired Yeongaenim (Miss Yeongae).
So, I asked her.
“Don’t you have anything you want in return? You seem to give too much.”
Even if she was a former viscount on the decline, she was not a penniless beggar.
If there is something you desire, tell the lender and they will definitely provide it for you.
As I made that pledge and asked, an unexpected response came.
Chuckling, she said,
“Me? I’m just happy to give. You don’t have to feel burdened. Just recommending a book brings me joy.”
That’s how Arielle, with an innocent smile in her eyes, answered.
Is she a reincarnation of Mother Teresa?
Or an embodiment of a tree that gives endlessly?
I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by Arielle’s benevolence, which she handed out generously without hesitation.
Someday, when the opportunity arises, I will definitely repay this kindness, that’s what I thought as I continued my meal with “[Monster Cuisine Nationwide Adventure]” unfolded before me.
I’m not sure who the author of this excellent book is, but it was a perfect source of knowledge.
From a nationwide map showcasing the major culinary hotspots to detailed recommendations of regional dishes, along with preferences based on taste and recommended travel routes.
Not to mention the must-have reviews and ratings on the best restaurants.
And even hidden gems…!
This book was like a bible for culinary travelers, just as Arielle had said – with this alone, all preparations were complete, it was a perfect guide.
“Oh… The Red Dragon cuisine in the town of Lori’s Mill in Langgren is famous?”
A dish made with dragon meat that rivals the masterpieces of fantasy…
Moreover, contrary to expectations of toughness, the tender and succulent sirloin was exceptional?
A skewered dish made from the gelatinous and moist tail tip was a delicacy?
Cleaned intestines and finely crushed bones simmered for two days resulted in a savory bone marrow soup that was a delicacy?
I couldn’t resist this.
Even while dining at the Great Hall, this monster cuisine made my mouth water.
It’s located 10km west of the North Province of Winterfell.
If I manage to escape, I must make it my first destination, I thought to myself as I muttered, but Arielle initiated a conversation.
“Planning on going to Lori’s Mill? They say there’s also a big library there.”
Oh.
“Should we go together then?”
Of course, it was just a joke.
As a declining viscount, a filial daughter mourning for her parents, and a prospective heiress in line for inheritance, she can embark on a free journey.
After generously compensating Lendler and instructing him to pay a decent pension to the estate chefs and leave only a minimal staff behind, it was her intention.
Even if she was the third daughter, Arielle, who was free from the succession framework, wouldn’t be able to live as freely as I do, so it was just a light-hearted question for courtesy.
Upon hearing that there is also a ‘big’ library, which left an impression, it seemed to hint at the possibility of accompanying her.
However.
“Me? I’m just fine as it is. I’m happy just to give. You don’t have to worry. I’m happy just to be able to recommend a book.”
As Arielle, all smiles innocently, replied.
Could she be the reincarnation of Mother Teresa?
Or the manifestation of a generous tree?
In the face of Arielle’s unfailingly generous nature, I couldn’t decide how to repay such kindness.
One day, when the opportunity arises, I’ll definitely repay this kindness, I thought to myself as I unfolded the “[Monster Cuisine Nationwide Adventure]” and continued my meal.
Although I’m not sure who the author of this excellent book is, it was a perfect source of knowledge.
From a nationwide map showcasing the major culinary hotspots to detailed recommendations of regional dishes, along with preferences based on taste and recommended travel routes.
Not to mention the must-have reviews and ratings on the best restaurants.
And even hidden gems…!
This book was like a bible for culinary travelers, just as Arielle had said – with this alone, all preparations were complete, it was a perfect guide.
“Oh… The Red Dragon cuisine in the town of Lori’s Mill in Langgren is famous?”
A dish made with dragon meat that rivals the masterpieces of fantasy…
Moreover, contrary to expectations of toughness, the tender and succulent sirloin was exceptional?
A skewered dish made from the gelatinous and moist tail tip was a delicacy?
Cleaned intestines and finely crushed bones simmered for two days resulted in a savory bone marrow soup that was a delicacy?
I couldn’t resist this.
Even while dining at the Great Hall, this monster cuisine made my mouth water.
It’s located 10km west of the North Province of Winterfell.
If I manage to escape, I must make it my first destination, I thought to myself as I muttered, but Arielle initiated a conversation.
“Planning on going to Lori’s Mill? They say there’s also a big library there.”
Oh.
“Should we go together then?”
Of course, it was just a joke.
As a declining viscount, a filial daughter mourning for her parents, and a prospective heiress in line for inheritance, she can embark on a free journey.
With a noble lineage as a guide for young people, the journey of a culinary traveler was indeed not an ordinary one, boasting the highest level of freshness.
One might question the need for the book “[Monster Cuisine Nationwide Adventure]” since there were plenty of dishes to be hunted for, but even if one embarks on a relentless march, it’s not feasible to spend every day chasing monsters.
At the core of gastronomic travel is, after all, [healing].
Since I had no intention of pushing my march to the end, a guidebook with restaurant reviews was something essential for me.
Anyway.
It wasn’t a suitable travel route for the refined Yeongaenim (Miss Yeongae) to embark on.
“It’s not my concern, but since I may directly hunt monsters, wouldn’t it be dangerous?”
That’s what Arielle asked, who had only wielded a sword on rare occasions and only used her fists when cheering on others.
A truly innocent and pure response came.
“It’s okay. I’m not the one doing the hunting, and I have escorts too!”
What…?
Nevertheless, it was still difficult to agree readily.
Placing the naive Yeongae in a direct journey to the wilderness to hunt for monster cuisines might lead to unnecessary trouble for Viscount Ellenode.
“That’s true, but shouldn’t we first get permission from your parents? I think they might be worried.”
However, once again, a simple and pure response came.
“It’s okay even if you do that!”
“…Huh?”
“My mom and dad said I can do what I want!”
…
…
For some reason, I had been under the impression that the Viscount Yeongae wouldn’t easily embark on a solo reading journey to the harsh lands of the North Province.
Our bookworm enthusiast, Yeongae… she was always engrossed in novels even at the academy…
“As I’ve only read about monster hunting in books, I’m really looking forward to it!”
Was she free from the expectations of her household…?
**
Bang!
Tap!
After lunch and dinner, Rachel, who had finished her meals with Arielle Yeongae, was teaching Elden in the outdoor training grounds.
Today’s training was [Direct Sword Training], and she was using a training sword to demonstrate basic poses and techniques.
“If you hold it like that, your wrist will get hurt. It’s better to hold it a bit higher.”
“Lowering your posture too much and widening your stance too much weakens your strike when swinging the sword.”
These were all instructions borne out of real-world experience.
Not having received professional education, she was passing on the knowledge she had gained through trial and error, which naturally didn’t exhibit the best teaching skills.
However, even though it was her first time handling a training sword, Elden wielded it as if it were his own in no time.
“Indeed, this level of skill must be a natural talent.”
A firm conviction that deepened with each round of training.
Feeling somewhat regretful for not being able to provide professional education, Rachel’s talent as Elden La Pellion was outstanding.
Despite the mediocre training, after teaching him one thing, he quickly grasped it and applied it to his movements.
Having never taught others, she had no benchmark to adhere to yet at this rate, it wouldn’t take long for Elden La Pellion to become a monster hunter.
“If I can quickly awaken to magic, perhaps I could hunt intermediate monsters like dragons.” Think that she would need to teach him about mana manipulation after the face-to-face meeting tomorrow, Rachel thought.
She who had once found the role of a disciple annoying and disliked the hassle of education was now inadvertently planning the training for the following day.
For her who had faced off against opponents without knowing the methods of teaching, she was now establishing a sequence for education.
She hadn’t yet realized that the strange eagerness she felt about another’s growth, the joy of readily absorbing her teachings, and finding pleasure when her students readily applied what she taught, were the feelings of a teacher.
Anyway.
“Well done.”
Thus ended the third training session.
It was now a night where black darkness had descended imperceptibly.
Lost in the flow of time due to being absorbed in training, Rachel, who had completed her sword training with Elden, glanced around in amazement.
‘…Already this late.’
Rachel had received the training sword from Elden.
“Phew, swordsmanship training is definitely more fun.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Yeah. I’ll go wash up as an extra.”
Indeed, sweat spilled must be washed away before cooling down for a more refreshing experience.
Elden took the lead and set off, but Rachel remained silent.
“…?”
When he looked at her with a puzzled expression, Rachel spoke calmly, as if practicing martial arts.
“You should go ahead. I have something to confirm.”
“Confirm something? What is it?”
“If it’s confirmed, I’ll tell you then.”
“…?”
Why was she suddenly whispering like that?
Although bewildered, as it was evident that Rachel was not one to act recklessly, Elden nodded.
“Then I’ll go ahead.”
Furthermore.
“I’ll return the training sword before leaving.”
Contrary to the whispering approach earlier, her final words were spoken loudly.
The reason for her behavior couldn’t be determined, but Rachel’s eyes showed a seriousness that was not trivial.
With that, Elden took the lead and walked away.
In contrast, Rachel turned around and began to walk towards the rental station.
**
‘…’
Step by step.
Rachel, who had been heading towards the rental station, changed direction.
‘…As I thought.’
The mysterious intuition that had been lingering since the previous days.
Initially, she had thought it to be a misunderstanding, but today she was convinced that it wasn’t just a mistake.
She had a significant advantage in having survived battles where blood and screams splattered, filled with all kinds of sounds of war.
Sensitivity.
It played a significant role in surviving countless life-threatening situations.
That sensitivity.
She had been feeling a dubious presence for a few days now.
It wasn’t harboring malice.
Nor was it harboring enmity.
It was merely aimed at her employer, and there didn’t seem to be any signs of imminent danger.
Therefore, after declaring that she would return to the rental station, she distanced herself from Elden and was now on the move.
‘Invisible.’
Even as she approached it, it seemed unidentifiable.
It was a subtle movement that would be almost impossible to detect without her keen sense.
Suppressing her breath, she erased her presence.
And soon, as she approached it.
Tap.
Rachel scattered the sand she had brought from the training ground into the empty air.
Despite nothing being there, as if something was hit, the sand scattered in all directions, and she swiftly aimed her sword at it.
There was a small unseen object hovering in the air.
“Move and you’ll die.”
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