Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy

“Well then, shall we start with a toast?”

Clink!

Rachel and Lumia, borrowing Anna’s skills, returned to the living room, each flaunting their own beauty.

Gathered cozily around the dining table, we toasted, careful not to spill the contents of our glasses.

Although it was a party held in an ordinary living room without the fancy stuff most nobles enjoy,  the absolute beauty of the three dressed-up women made this place more luxurious and glamorous than any banquet hall.

Indeed...

Now that they were all dolled up, it was hard to rank them.

Of course, if someone who knew nothing were to judge based on objective beauty alone, they would undoubtedly choose Lumia.

But at least to me, Ariel and Rachel’s beauty was also so stunning that it was impossible to rank them.

Perhaps it was because I had only seen them looking disheveled and tired during our arduous Culinary Journey.

Anyway.

The party started like that,

It was a celebration for the future, where only the Journey, a man’s romance, remained.

That was the beginning of our last party in the Grand Duchy of Winterfell.

Clink!

*****“Khm, khm...! Marien...I congratulate you...!”

Rendler, the directionally challenged old butler, started crying after a single drink.

“Amazing things always happen when you’re with Elden!”

Ariel, the pure and lively writer who has now shed the title of bun-haired lady.

“Hn...Welcome to the family.”

Rachel, the blunt and unexpectedly charming mature teacher.

“Thank you all so much for welcoming our Marien.”

Lumia, who now only has bright and sunny days ahead of her.

And.

“Thank you all for taking good care of our lady. Please leave her to me now! I’ll even attend to the rest of you!”

Marien is versatile from her long experience as a maid.

“Thank you very much for inviting me.”

And even Anna Ventria, the top contributor to quelling the Deron rampage incident.

Gathered around the dining table in the living room, clinking our glasses and filling our stomachs with delicacies, we were having a party without any worries for a change.

Just like a family.

Of course, Anna Ventria will walk a different path from us, but at least for this moment, she was enjoying the party as a member of the group.

“How unexpected. Why are such wonderful women flocking to a guy like you? Do you have some kind of devilish charm that I don’t know about?”

To Anna’s sincere question, Ariel laughed brightly and answered as if it were obvious.

Despite her feminine attire, her cheeks were puffed up like a hamster stuffed with sunflower seeds.

“Isn’t he cool?”

“...?”

Anna looks at me with a dumbfounded face.

With a gaze filled with pure curiosity, not malice.

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“......”

Just as that gaze was about to become awkward, Marien stepped up as a savior.

Placing a large plate in the center of the table, she says,

“Ta-da~! Here’s the main dish~! A dish ambitiously prepared by our main chef~!”

Even when traveling with Ariel, Rachel, and Rendler, there were no difficulties, but there were several aspects that left something to be desired.

The most prominent one was, of course, the absence of a monster chef, and the next was that our old butler had physical limitations in serving as a porter for an extended period.

Rachel and I couldn’t share the luggage as we had to maintain a combat-ready state in case of an unexpected enemy attack, and only Ariel shared a small portion of the luggage.

There were also limitations to pulling a luggage cart due to the rugged terrain typical of medieval fantasy settings.

Having someone to share Rendler’s luggage and help with chores was a good thing for the expedition, and on top of that, we had successfully recruited an excellent monster chef, so on a day like today, it would be a sin not to raise a toast.

Moreover, Marien could also assist the top-class chef, reducing the burden on Lumia who had to take care of the group’s meals.

The contented smile that naturally comes out as I look at the Culinary Journey members filling the living room is not solely due to settling the bad karma of the original characters.

By the way.

Gulp.

“Isn’t this grilled wyvern fin...?”

The appetizing main dish is placed in the center of the table.

It was the dish that had appeared at the final meeting for the Grand Ducal Betrothal, the dish I had to swallow my saliva and take a slap in the face for refusing Lumia’s proposal.

It was so regrettable, but for the sole purpose of escaping, I had to swallow my regret without even tasting a single bite of that dish, and now it was on the table.

Lumia, putting down her wine glass, opened her mouth as if embarrassed.

“I suddenly realized. You must have been really looking forward to this dish. I’m sorry about back then. I made it more sincerely with an apology, so try it.”

And she personally sliced a piece of wing meat and placed it on my plate.

The nicely grilled meat.

The meat mixed with the amber sauce, just like that day, arrived in front of me, and it was only natural for my mouth to water as if an oil well had erupted.

The dish from that day is accompanied by an unnecessary apology and sincerity.

As if enchanted, my hand had to reach out.

I picked up the meat.

I tore it into bite-sized pieces, perfect for eating.

After smiling once at Lumia, who was watching me with a tense face and clasped hands, I put it in my mouth.

My eyes closed.

I wanted to block out the visual stimuli and purely enjoy the taste.

On a canvas painted with darkness, various flavors are drawn.

The tender yet moist and chewy texture of the wing meat, the rich and savory aroma of the meat, and the sweet and salty taste of the sauce that covers and harmonizes with it.

I can’t clearly remember the last time I tore off the wing part of a chicken, or if I ever did, but it probably tasted at least ten times better than that.

“So... how is it? Is it good?”

The feast of meat juices, aromas, and sauces was coloring the dark canvas in various ways, and I opened my eyes at Lumia’s careful question.

And I told her exactly how I felt.

More than any dish I had ever tasted before.

“It’s truly the best.”

Only then did Lumia smile brightly.

“That’s a relief. I was so nervous. I guess Marien’s finishing touch was excellent.”

“Hehe, what did I do? It’s all thanks to the great monster chef’s skills!”

Leaving the two praising and honoring each other behind, I focused on the wyvern wing roast that I couldn’t taste that day.

The taste, superior to any winged monster roast I had ever tasted, made even the surrounding sounds seem distant, and as if compensating for the day when I had to taste the spicy slap instead of gourmet food, I continued to indulge until I was satisfied.

In the midst of that.

Rendler’s voice was heard.

“Hoho. Seeing you eat well, this old man feels full. By the way, what happens now?”

A question about the future plans of our Culinary Journey.

Now that we had settled the bad relationship with Deron and understood Logan’s intentions, we no longer needed to be mindful of the Third Northern Duchess, and we were in a situation where we could freely follow the road.

The attention of the members was drawn to that, and I looked around at everyone.

Lumia and Marien, with two more people to care about, somehow my shoulders felt heavier.

“I’m thinking of taking about a day of personal time tomorrow and then departing for Eris Marquisate, what do you all think?”

As always, naturally, everyone readily nodded their heads at my suggestion.

“It’s that’s the leader’s decision then it’s okay~!”

“Hn.”

“Hoho. Since it’s personal time, I should make the most of tomorrow.”

“I also definitely agree. Elden.”

Thus, opinions on future plans were gathered, and we began to eat and drink again, sharing memories of the past days and expectations for the days to come.

“It feels like we’re just getting started for real. Right? Rachel?”

“Well, I guess so. Now that we have an excellent chef and assistant.”

The atmosphere gradually ripened.

The intoxication gradually spread thickly.

The party to celebrate and enjoy without worries or concerns continued until the evening sunset, and before I knew it, it was already dark outside.

Postures that were being held straight began to crumble little by little, laughter began to spread, and the barriers between each other were stripped away.

“Erenscia, you’ve really worked hard all this time!”

Ariel hugged Lumia tightly.

“Waah! Our lady will only walk on a flower path from now on! Wah!”

Marien also hugged Lumia and burst into tears.

-Pat, pat.

Rendler comforted them, and Rachel silently filled Lumia’s glass.

That’s how alcohol is.

It can boost joy and excitement, but it can also soothe pain with sorrow.

I was just looking at such a sight with satisfaction, feeling proud that my decisions had ultimately created this warmth.

In addition to correcting the Heroine’s course, I settled my karmic debt.

While I don’t know how the original ending was, personally, this ending we got wasn’t a bad one.

I also don’t know who put me in Elden’s body and what their intention was, but this ending shouldn’t have gone against their goals either.

Even if it’s not perfect,

Even if it’s not complete.

It wasn’t a disappointing ending.

Nor it was a Tragic one.

“Thank you all...For being with me...”

Thinking like that, I made a solo toast to my companions who were embracing and comforting each other, and then downed the alcohol.

And I tore off a large piece of wyvern wing roast and put it in my mouth.

It was a sweeter and more excellent taste than any alcohol or food I had eaten since being transmigrated.

“What the...This sappy atmosphere is killing me...”

“Hic-! Let’s not be in pain anymore, Erenscia!”

“Thank you so much for taking care of our lady! Waaah!”

“Sniff! S-Stop crying! Isn’t it a joyous day! Waah!”

And the next day.

News of Deron rang out in the Grand Duchy.

[Deron Caelid Winterfell, the winner of the Grand Ducal Betrothal and the youngest son-in-law of the Winterfell Grand Ducal family dies in a horse-riding accident while hunting monsters in the Winterfell snowy mountains!]

That was the news.