Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy

《You bitch! I should have just killed you in that goddamned Academy! Can’t you see that this mess is all your fault?》

《Your very existence is a curse! So for everyone’s sake, I’ll kill you today. Be grateful, fucking wench.》

《Fuck...! Where did this stupid maid come from?! You whore! Come back here! I’ll be the one who kills you, Erenscia! Don’t you dare to die now!》

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In the ruins, when I was just about to die.

The care, and warmth you all gave me helped me heal my pain and past wounds.

So, thank you, everyone.

Even if It was just a short time, thank you for letting me feel the warmth only humans can transmit.

But now, I'm going back.

I have worried my Father enough.

However, I won't forget the favor I received.

I pray that your future is blessed.

Once again,

Thank you and farewell.

-Erenscia Velroc...and Lumia Winterfell.

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.........Step-.

In the darkest hour, when everyone was asleep.

A figure in a black hood walked through the lone streets of Winterfell.

Even knowing where it was heading, the figure still walked towards it. Towards death.

Then, it stopped.

And turned its head.

Seeing a 2-story building dimly lit by the corridor lights.

The figure hoped that the benefactors sleeping there would have a refreshing morning the next day.

Withdrawing its gaze, the cloaked figure walked again.

It hoped that they would believe the letter and believe the lie of returning to Father’s side.

Step, step-.

The figure walked a path without a way back.

Each step carried a myriad of conflicting feelings.

Those feelings either mocked her desire of wanting to be by Elden’s side or urged her to simply go back and put everyone at risk, just for the foolish need for warmth.

Regardless of its feelings, the figure arrived at the end of its path.

On a warehouse on the 23rd Street.

“......”

Looking around,

The unloaded cargo was piled up, but aside from this, nothing else could be seen.

Taking its hood off, the figure looked at the sky.

Gem-like blue eyes gazed at the night sky.

This would be the last sky it would see.

“St...Ar....S....”

It tried calling out the stars hidden by a gloomy cloud,

Trying to see them,

One last time.

“......”

As if unbothered by the clouds, the figure stared at the sky for a long while.

And then those blue eyes, observing the invisible starlight, closed.

Tears flowed,

Still, the lips curled into a faint smile.

A smile filled with a Tragic regret.

The figure’s last smile.

And,

A smile containing a faint hope, that from this night onwards, it would be freed from the curse...

It was truly a persistent, tenacious, and vicious curse.

That had been by its side for a lifetime.

A curse that would give someone true joy for a moment, just to rip it away, condemning the person to true despair.

It was the same now.

The joy felt from encountering Elden, gave birth to a stronger despair.

Just like after eating a sweet dessert, drinking a bitter herbal tea makes the tip of the tongue astringent.

Perhaps, as long as the figure lived, this would continue to happen.

How much greater despair and pain would it have to feel in that repeated cycle?

If so, it might not be a bad choice to end everything now.

At least this choice could save the lives of those who would be sacrificed in vain at the hands of Deron Caelid.

Wouldn’t that be a pretty valuable choice?

It felt so sorry and guilty to those who cared for it, but as Deron said, perhaps it was right to extinguish a life whose existence was a nuisance.

Yes... I shouldn’t be with anyone.

Lumia had barely survived the abyss once, but now she was being driven towards it again.

However, the figure was grateful for the warmth she felt. For being by Elden’s side. Meeting his companions. And...she longed to meet Marien in the beyond.

So, the figure walked towards the wide-open entrance of the warehouse.

Hoping that now everything would end.

**

Step, step-.

If someone’s strides could be considered desolate, then the current ones would be so.

If someone’s strides could be considered heartless, then the current ones would be so.

Lumia who entered the warehouse, stopped in the center.

As the youngest daughter of Winter, she could call the guards to stop Deron’s atrocities, but if she did, the truth of the Betrothal would be revealed to the world, tarnishing the prestige of her family, and disappointing the northerners who celebrated the event.

If the guards failed, Deron would vent his anger on the Northerners as he had threatened.

A cursed existence like hers would be a far better trade.

Besides, she no longer wanted to be remembered as a nuisance.

Therefore, Lumia, who stood alone at the warehouse’s center, looked around, hoping that her death would come quickly.

But this didn’t mean that death was a frightening concept.

Fortunately,

“Why are you so happy, you wench.”

Death arrived.

“......”

Lumia turned towards her executioner.

Soon, Deron appeared from the darkness between the cargo.

Even the moonlight had died, so she couldn’t see clearly what he looked like, but it was a welcome sight as if he embodied death.

It was finally time to end this cursed cycle.

“You fucking bitch. This is all your fault, and you’re at peace with it? It must have been nice, flirting with that bastard Elden.”

Ironically, her once tranquil heart, thundered at the mere mention of Elden’s name, as Lumia hurriedly wrote something.

[Elden did nothing wrong. Don’t touch him.]

“Hah? What the hell are you doing now? Wait...Don’t tell me you’ve become a mute now....Hah!”

[I lost my voice the moment you killed Marien.]

“Marien? Ah~ That’s the name of that retarded maid? They say birds of a feather flock together...So you’re going to see that retarded maid soon~ Tell her I said hi.”

Marien.

Her hands trembled as Deron mocked Marien’s sacrifice.

But she didn’t argue with him.

Because an argument on the brink of death was of no use or meaning.

[Just kill me already. That’s how it all ends, right?]

“Don’t rush me. I’ll make you suffer before killing you.”

Then,

A deep darkness bloomed.

And at that moment.

Deron’s figure was illuminated by the moonlight.

Black blood vessels whrited in his pale skin, and his eyes were bloodshot with darkened pupils.

Just by seeing this, it was clear he dabbled in something forbidden.

Around him, a thick black smoke was rising like a mirage.

With that, Lumia remembered something.

Anna Ventria said she had been dispatched because of a report of suspected black magic use.

The reason she had been going around installing detection devices was because of Deron Caelid.

While Lumia suspected Deron had gained some sort of power, due to his threat of ‘Killing the Northerners’, she never thought he would resort to Black Magic.

[Don’t tell me you’ve dabbled in black magic?]

In response to her question, Deron ignited a whisp of black mana in his hand.

“You ruined my life anyway, so what difference does it make if I borrow this power? I can’t die alone can I? I’ll take you with me~”

[But black magic eventually leads to self-destruction...!]

“You’re not listening, are you? I told you. My life is already over. So why would I refuse this wonderful power? Especially if I can wipe out this fucking place.”

[What?]

The pale moonlight highlighted Lumia’s shocked face.

Deron took a step forward.

“Y-Y...You....A...Re...Go-In..G...To...Se-...Self....Des...Tru...Ct...?”

“Obviously. I’ve been consuming some trash here and there to gather up the necessary power. With this, I’ll be able to wipe out at least the southern part of the Grand Duchy.”

The black smoke around Deron began to burn.

The blood vessels on his face thickened, and his eyes were completely consumed by darkness.

This was the manifestation of Black Magic.

A sign that the condensed energy was about to go berserk.

“Well, it doesn’t matter if I gathered the remaining power with those wretches, but I wanted it to fill with your life. It’s going to be poetic. Imagine the Grand Duke’s face when he finds out that his daughter’s life fueled the explosion that took out a part of his territory~ Ohhh It’s going to be glorious.”

Lumia took a step back.

Even the faint moisture that had bloomed in her eyes, frozen with shock, had dried up.

If what Deron said was true, she just condemned thousands.

The choice she made, to end this cursed existence that only brought up suffering, instead created a bigger tragedy.

She wanted to stop it.

She had to stop it.

Even if it was something that would have happened regardless of her presence, Lumia didn’t want to become a sacrifice to fuel the death of countless lives.

Therefore,

Tap tap tap-!

Lumia turned her steps and ran towards the exit.

Even knowing she couldn’t escape, she ran.

This was the last token of resistance she could make.

“Hahahahaha-! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a stupid figure running away. Yes...Run, make this more fun for me...Oh, but be careful, if I caught you...You’re dead~”

Whoosh-!

Even when something made her skin crawl, Lumia continued with her desperate run.

Hoping that a miracle would happen and the lives of those who would be sacrificed in vain would be saved.

Swish-!

However.

The corrupted black magic was faster than her.

Indeed,

Just like in the past, when the monsters in human flesh pursued her, saying they were playing a ‘deathly game of tag’.

Her legs wobbled at the memories that resurfaced, but just like then, all she could do was run away.

Even when she tripped over a stone and fell, she would get up and run again.

Swish-!

Unfortunately, tentacles made of pure corruption rushed toward her, faster than would could blink.

Lumia squeezed her eyes shut.

She felt it.

Just like in the past.

The sensations that preceded the monster’s touch clutching her neck.

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The feeling of being dragged into the abyss.

Knowing what approached her, Lumia squeezed her eyes shut even as she ran from the terror that followed.

Like those days.

Desperately hoping that someone would help her.

Hoping that the futile sacrifice would be prevented.

In the end, her legs gave up, as she collapsed into the ground.

“Aah!”

But, different from the past, a miracle occurred.

Crackle-!

A lighting strike disintegrated the rushing corruption.

“Hey, Deron. It’s been a while, isn’t it?”

Lumia lifted her head and looked towards the direction of that familiar voice.

A man stood there.

A man stepped in between the nightmarish things chasing her.

Lumia uttered the man’s name.

“E-Elden?”

The man’s name poured out of her mouth with ease, as if announcing the birth of a miracle.

Looking back at her, Elden smiled.

And he delivered the words she had so desperately wanted to hear.

“Are you okay?”

Their situation was a bleak one.

But even then, he smiled at her.

That single smile had completely driven off the pitch-black darkness that clouded her heart.

And in response to him, Lumia nodded her head vigorously.

“Yes.”

A moment later.

“Lumia-!!”

“Your Grace-!!”

From far away, the voices of Ariel and Rendler came closer, pushing the cold northern air away.

“Ugh.”

Besides them, someone who was still suffering from a hangover popped up as well,

“......I told you to rest, Rachel.”

“Haaaa-. How can I leave my duty as your Knight behind when you want after Her Grace the Third Northern Duchess?”