Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy

While the members of the Party went to sleep yelling they would never drink again,

I went out for a walk. I didn’t have any specific goal in mind.

Just walking around the streets and buying things that caught my eye.

Just capturing the Grand Duchy in my eyes.

Tomorrow, we will leave for the Eris Marquisate.

In the eastern part of the Northern Regions, mid-level monsters appear, so we will start farming fresh and precious ingredients that we haven’t tasted before, and a full-fledged Culinary Journey will begin.

All preparations are complete.

I have reliable companions, I’ve found an excellent monster chef, and I’ve built up my own hunting skills to some extent.

Enough to hunt mid-level monsters.

I’ve also completely settled my lukewarm relationship with the Third Northern Duchess.

Now.

It’s time to leave all my worries and concerns here and embark on a grand Culinary Jour...No, an Expedition.

Now.

It’s time to vigorously move forward towards a new place, towards an eternal adventure.

But before that, I was enjoying my stroll in these streets.

It seemed that the Northern Grand Duchy would be placed in the back alley of memories after tomorrow’s departure.

It’s not that I particularly dislike it, but it didn’t seem like there would be a reason to set foot in this land again in my remaining life, so I came out to enjoy the last lingering feeling.

By the way.

It’s not as noisy as I thought?

Knowing what the Grand Ducal Betrothal meant to the Northerners, I thought Deron’s death would have a big impact, but the streets were surprisingly quiet.

Well.

It must be hard to open their mouths easily.

Deron was publicly the son-in-law of the Grand Ducal family.

Since he became a cold corpse 6 months after getting married, they couldn’t open their mouths recklessly.

If they opened it wrongly, they might get beaten up.

Of course, these kinds of sounds were heard from time to time.

“Goodness...Her Grace must be done through a lot...”

Some people were worried about Lumia who had become a ‘widow’.

It certainly wasn’t wrong.

Lumia certainly went through a lot.

However, the end result was a positive one.

The person in question is happier than ever. While I wish I could tell them that, I didn’t.

Even if I gained the trust of Grand Duke Logan, acting against the dignity and sincerity of the family he wants to protect would be incredibly stupid.

So Lumia was also planning to dye her white hair red like Erenscia.

It would be strange for anyone to see a widow who lost her husband going on a happy journey.

Anyway.

As I was wandering the streets aimlessly, filling my sight with the Grand Duchy.

“Buy your lucky charm~ Selling luck~ If you’re going on a long journey, you must buy it~”

A strange sound was heard.

It was a curious sound.

Luck is abstract and invisible, so how can you sell it?

Or was there something like a fortune cookie in this world too?

But then, I hadn’t met anyone selling luck even once in 6 months.

Hmm.

First, I headed towards where the sound came from.

It’s not like I set out with any special purpose anyway.

I set out with the intention of buying things if they happened to catch my eye.

Moreover, as if specifically pointing at me, didn’t they say that those “going on a long journey” must buy it?

So I headed towards where the sound came from and entered a rather secluded alley.

I thought I heard it close by.

The sound was crisp, so I thought it would be nearby, but it took about five turns around the alley corners to feel like the sound was getting closer.

“Buy luck~”

By the way.

What are they doing in such a deep alley?

Usually, to sell something, people find crowded places or places with high foot traffic, but why is that crisp voice selling something absurd in this gloomy alley?

Could I be hearing an auditory hallucination, or am I being played by someone’s malicious prank...

“Oh, there really is someone?”

At the end of the alley, I could see a girl standing alone.

In the hands of the young girl who looked about six or seven years old, there was a small cloth bundle tied with a string.

At the end of a secluded alley.

A girl standing alone there without anyone around, telling me to buy luck.

I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, and I slowly approached while being wary of my surroundings.

“Hey, kid? If you want to sell something, I think it’s better to go out to the street?”

At my question, the girl grinned.

“Well, so what? You heard my voice and came to buy, didn’t you?”

“That’s true, but... It’s dangerous to be alone in a place like this. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t have any.”

“...Let’s go with me for now. This is no place for a little kid like you.”

“I can’t go until I sell this.”

The girl held up what she was holding in her hand.

A small cloth bundle that looked far from luck.

I don’t know what story she has to be selling something called luck in this alley, but it seemed I couldn’t break the girl’s stubbornness by arguing, so I decided to buy that first.

“So how much is that luck charm thing?”

“Will you buy it?”

“Yes.”

“Here.”

However, the girl suddenly handed me that cloth bundle.

“Huh?”

“Take it.”

“Why?”

“You said you’ll buy it?”

“I mean, how much is it?”

“Hehe. Sir, really. How can you put a price on and sell something called luck.”

“......”

I was at a loss for words.

Calling someone to this secluded place to sell luck, then saying you can’t put a price on it and telling me to just take the luck.

It was a situation where strangeness could sufficiently turn into bizarreness, and it felt like I was dreaming.

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“Here.”

The girl held out the cloth bundle one more time, and as if possessed, I took it.

It was light.

So light that I wondered if there was anything inside at all.

“...Well..., thanks.”

“Hehe. I’m more thankful.”

“Why?”

“I appreciated it. You helping me like this.”

“I...? Did what?”

“Hehe.”

...The girl who has been spouting incomprehensible words since earlier and smiling innocently.

The discomfort deepened and I felt like I was under a hallucination.

A creepy yet somehow mystical and solemn feeling.

That was the vibe the girl gave off, and for some reason, I felt like my help wouldn’t actually be of help to the girl.

So.

“Then I’ll get going. I’ll make good use of the luck.”

I decided to leave the alley.

The girl was just smiling and silently waving goodbye to me.

After waving back in the same way, I turned around.

What the hell was that?

As I left the alley, I looked down at the cloth bundle in my hand.

Luck is absolutely necessary for those going on a long journey.

What could it be that the girl was selling this at the end of a secluded alley?

No.

Was she calling for someone to deliver this to?

Carefully, I untied the string of the cloth bundle.

And I took out what was inside.

And then.

“Huh?”

I had to be surprised.

The lucky charm contained in the cloth bundle was none other than a fortune cookie.

I couldn’t help but be surprised.

Because in this era, there were no fortune cookies like this.

I don’t know if the girl was a pioneer or if it was a coincidence, but I stopped walking and tore open the fortune cookie.

As expected, a thin paper with a phrase written on it comes out.

I unfolded it.

[Towards A Bright New Beginning!]

It was a common phrase that fits perfectly with me right now.

No, if I exaggerate a bit, it was a phrase written for me.

However, in the faint light, I could see something written on the back of the paper as well.

I immediately flipped it over.

And....

[I'll be cheering for you.]

I had to doubt what I saw with my two eyes.

I hurriedly turned around.

I looked at the end of the alley where the girl had been standing.

Only a single ray of light was shining down, and the girl was nowhere to be seen.

Even though she couldn’t have disappeared without passing by me in the dead-end alley, the girl had vanished as if she were a mirage.

And only then could I realize.

Why the mystical and solemn atmosphere I felt from the girl was like that, what the meaning of the girl’s greeting “thank you for helping me” to me was.

“......”

Pfft.

A chuckle escaped.

There were so many things I wanted to ask, but she disappeared without even accepting a single question.

The being who transmigrated me suddenly appeared to wish me luck.

Whether that being is a god who transcends dimensions or Lumia Winterfell from the future who wants to take care of her past self, I just said a word of gratitude towards the place where the girl stood.

“Thank you.”

For giving me a life where I can find happiness,

For giving me a life where I can enjoy peace,

And for the fact that the one who actually received help was me.

Like that, I started to return to the inn with the lucky phrase in my hand.

*****“Mate...Doncha think this Winter was kinda mid?”

“Yeh...By now, our feet should be freezing from the cold.”

“Sheesh...Thanks to that our guard duty is really easy this time around, but it’s really strange.”

“Aye, who cares! Let’s just enjoy a warm winter this time around.”

The guards protecting the east gate of the Grand Duchy of Winterfell were amazed by the exceptionally mild weather.

It’s November.

A month that heralds the beginning of a long, harsh cold, and even at the very end of November, it should definitely be cold, but it was so warm that it felt mild.

“A few days ago, there was an unusually bright dawn, maybe the gods are looking after us this winter?”

“This cunt...So yer saying them Gods having been giving us shite till now?”

“Oh, come on. Are you trying to accuse me of blasphemy?”

“Buahahaha! Don’t worry ya balls off lad! Ah? Aint them Vampire Lord commin over ‘ere?”

The guards, who were laughing and chatting at the end of a mild November for once, straightened their posture at the appearance of a group.

A group approached the east gate, pulling a cart full of luggage.

The black-haired, red-eyed man at the forefront was a hot potato among those who lived by the sword, and he was a man who could prove his identity by the nickname of ‘Vampire Lord’.

Especially for those who knew how he had lived with the nickname of Wastrel, his story was being passed down like a myth, and for those who knew that he had become the Vampire Lord and helped the hardships and adversities of the northerners, it was being passed down as a living legend.

“Ah. Me Lordshi’ Vampire Lord, it’s a Honor to meet you, sir.”

“You’re working hard.”

“Not at all, sir. Just teachin’ em Lad the ropes! It seems like you’re going on a long journey.”

The guard said so after roughly scanning the cart full of luggage.

Elden moved to the registry office set up on one side of the gate with a faint smile.

“Something like that.”

“Ahaha...Seems like them Gods do be looking after ya, M’Lord! The weather is mild and there’s not a single gust of wind, perfect for setting out on a long journey.”

Elden, who arrived at the temporary registry office, picked up a pen.

It was a formality that noble estates usually did, recording the purpose and means of leaving.

“Sir? Please state the terms of your departure here and you will be free to leave.”

“Thank you.”

After thanking the clerk, Elden wrote down the final destination, purpose, and means of his departure on the paper.

Perhaps, these would be the final traces of him, in the Grand Duchy.

Putting down the pen, Elden, as the Leader of his ‘Expedition’ commanded his waiting party.

“Let’s go.”

To set out towards a new place.

“Yeah! Let’s go~!”

“I shall follow you.”

“Hohoho! It seems like it will be a great adventure!”

And,

Elden, I’ll go with you anytime, anywhere!

Ahh...An adventure with such remarkable people...? My heart is pounding!

The members of the party on the luggage cart also respond in their hearts.

“Alright. Let’s embark on a full-fledged monster-hunting Gourmet Expedition~!”

Elden, who stretched out his right hand vigorously, took the first step towards the Eris Marquessate.

And so.

The departure of the Culinary Expedition which could be called a grand tour of the country, began.

In search of fresh ingredients.

In search of excellent cuisine.

In search of exciting adventures.

And.

In search of a man’s romance.

It was a Culinary Expedition that started with their departure from the Grand Duchy.

“...Captain? It seems Lord Elden wrote something strange on his departure record...?”

“Aye?”

“...Look.”

[Departure Destination: Making Slime Pudding.]

[Porpuse of Departure: Searching a Men's Romance.]

[Means of Departure: Brilliantly and hazily!]

“We should do something, Captain...”

“Hah? Are you dumb me lad? This is the first time I’ve a noble write this stuff...A Men’s Romance...Sigh...If only I was younger...So cool...”

“Captain...”

“Listen ‘ere Lad! Look at them sky for fucks sake! It’s sunny...! Sunny! We are at em fucking Winter! Them Gods must be blessing the Vampire Lord’s journey! Now, what we gotta do, is hope this good weather keeps being good like that for us too! Get it lad?”

The guard who handed over the departure record.

The captain of the guard who received the departure record.

The two stare blankly at Elden’s receding back and return to their assigned duties.

The northern regions in November, after Elden’s party left,

It is said that the winter of that year was the mildest and sunniest in the history of the northern regions.