Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy

Gulp, Gulp-.

Hoping to quell the flames raging in her heart, Ariel downed the cool drink but winced at the strong aftertaste.

Now it felt like even her insides were burning.

“Ugh...Th-This is really strong...What kind of drink is this?”

“I’m not sure Lady Ariel, I merely asked the owner for his strongest spirit.”

Even Rachel, who only dabbled in small amounts of sweet wine, winced a bit as she sipped the drink.

“Shall I ask for a weaker drink?”

“N-No...Let’s just drink it. I think this is making me feel a bit better...”

And so, the drinking session between the two Rivals began.

With their temporary truce, they filled each other’s cups as they shared their sorrows.

“Hic...You’re sho much prettier than...ish not fair...”

“My Lady, you’re cleary the prettier one.”

“....Sniff-. What’s the point of calling each other pretty? It’s all useless...”

“...Let’s just have another...Hic...Drink.”

Sniffle-.

Sip-.

Gulp-.

The sound of tears and drinking filled the tavern.

“Whew...I...Thehehe....Think I’m ish getting drunk...?”

After just three shots, Ariel’s face flushed, as she giggled mindlessly.

Rachel wasn’t that far behind as well.

With a blushing face, she grinned like a fool.

For this moment only, Rachel set aside her duty as a Knight and her integrity as a woman.

It was a rather bittersweet, yet liberating moment.

“S-Should I just...Give up...? Hic...”

Ariel mumbled as she looked at her empty glass.

Pouring another drink into the empty glass, Rachel narrowed her eyes and looked out the window.

The gloomy atmosphere of the drinking session changed 180 degrees from that moment on,

“No m-mtter how I think bout it’s strange!”

“Hmmm?”

“Since he cares so much bout pearances...Why didn’t he revoke his with...withd...Withdrawl after seeing the Duchess’s face?!”

“......Hic. Das right. He didn’t say a word about Her Crase’s appearance...even after meeting her...face...”

Ariel nodded her head.

It was indeed puzzling, as her drinking companion pointed out.

Lumia’s otherwordly beauty was something spoken about throughout the entire Kingdom, yet Elden hadn’t uttered a single word of appreciation or shown a hint of interest in her.

Even when others praised her beauty, the man simply continued his training like he was in another world.

And if appearances were something so important to him, that he’d reject a woman, because she was ‘too ugly’, then he should have shown a reaction to Lumia’s unveiling.

At that time, Ariel’s feelings for Elden weren’t strong enough for her to focus on such details, but looking back it now, it did seem a bit strange.

However, it was far too late for this oddity to turn into a real question.

“B-But why would you bring this up n...now?”

“Just a thought.”

“What kind of thought?”

“P-Perhaps My Lord has an...aversion to beautiful people...?”

“Huh?”

“Too much of a good thing can be bad? That’s what they say at least...So, M-My Lord might dislike excessive beauty...?”

“Ah? So...You’re saying...That Elden don’t like someone if they’re pretty? Dats why he rejected Lady Anna and...Hic... was indifferent to Lumia’s beauty?”

“Speculation. Not sure yet. Only way to confirm is to ask him.”

“Hmm...”

At Rachel’s novel idea, Ariel nodded her head once more.

In her drunken mind, this idea seemed reasonable.

Elden’s lack of reaction towards Lumia, whose beauty could topple entire nations, suggested that he might not be a simple beauty worshipper.

Or perhaps his aesthetic standards were different from others.

If that were the case...

“......We...Might have a chance...?”

Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

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After all, speculation without evidence is no different from mere fantasy.

Of course, such fantasies can become hope for some.

As if to prove this, the gloomy cloud hanging over Ariel’s head cleared, replaced by a faint glow of hope.

It happened as easily as flipping a switch.

“Tehehehe~ I can’t give up so easily. We haven’t even started anything yet...”

“......Weren’t you feeling dejected until now? Where did those feelings go? How you’re so quick to give up on giving up?”

“KunKun-! As long as there’s a slight change there’s hope! You have muuuchh to learn Rachel!”

Huh-.

Rachel stuck out her tongue, looking dumbfounded.

If she was going to flip over such a slim possibility, she shouldn’t have been depressed in the first place.

Thinking that such behavior was truly befitting of Ariel, Rachel put down her glass.

With her rival breaking up their temporary truce to head back to the battlefield, how could she stay still?

“Then...I shall ask My Lord for his aesthetic st...tandarts.”

If their speculation based on mere hunches was correct, whoever verified it first would gain the upper hand.

Information is vital for victory.

But it seemed that her rival had no intention of handing Rachel the advantage.

Shooking her head, Ariel opened her mouth.

“N-No? This Ariel will ask~ After all I can just say it’s for my book...Heh-.”

“......”

Rachel narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms, and leaned back in her chair.

In an instant, the mood changed, as a cloud of conflict paired over their table.

One might wonder why it matters so much who asks first, or suggest they could both ask separately, but the first fight between those inexperienced in love is often childish and petty.

Especially when fueled by alcohol.

Rachel smiled faintly.

“Hm. I think the one with bigger changes should ask.”

“Hah! You think that’s you...?”

“Mn. When I became his bodyguard, the Lord thirsted for my body. He even made countless attempts.”

“Wut?! T-thirsted...? W-what...”

With a triumphant look, Rachel looked at her chest.

The mounds, no longer constrained looked like rounded hills.

Following her gaze, Ariel instinctively looked down at her own chest.

She gritted her teeth at her own modest pits.

Somehow, she felt like she’d lost the upper hand, and felt compelled to counterattack.

Then,

Slam!

Ariel stood up, slamming her hand on the table, and drew out the secret of that day from its sheath.

“Hmpf! That’s nothing! I...I’ve felt El-Elden’s thi-thing...In...the m-midd-There! You know?”

With such a devastating blow, Rachel stood up with her hands on the table.

This moment marked the birth of a full-fledged rivalry.

“WHAT!? You mean his manhood?!”

Rachel’s pupils shook, struck by this unbelievable attack.

This time, it was Ariel who crossed her arms triumphantly.

“Yes! See? I’m ahead of you!”

Of course, it didn’t last long.

“I-I had my breasts fondled by the My Lord m-multiple times!”

At her rival’s heavy counterattack, Ariel uncrossed her arms, and naturally, her pupils quaked as she looked at her rival’s now-proud chest.

“What?!!! E-Elden touched those b-big...so big...”

“Indeed! He touched me various times by now!”

“I-It must have been a training accident! Don’t try to fool me!”

“Repeated accidents are no longer accidents! And didn’t you just accidentally brush against the lord’s thing?”

“N-no! I definitely touched it!”

A rival who felt the manhood of the one she admires.

A rival whose breasts were touched by the one she admires.

Since both woman were far too gone to be ashamed of their words, the shame...Naturally befell on those who listened to such confrontation.

Creak!

And of course,

That burden fell squarely on Elden.

Elden, who had inadvertently entered the living room and was trying to quietly back away, unfortunately, stepped on a misaligned wooden floor.

Immediately, the gazes of both maidens turned towards the source of the sound.

“......Ah....Ahahaha....I....S-Sorry...Please carry on....I’ll...Leave now...”

They saw Elden Raphelion standing awkwardly at the entrance of the living room.

Simultaneously,

“......”

“...”

A fierce cold wave that could extinguish even the hearth fire swept through the living room of a lodging in the Grand Duchy on a November day.

The cold was so strong that it froze even time itself.

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......

.........

I’ve seen something like this in movies before.

A scene where time itself seemed to freeze.

Like someone just hit pause.

This...Was just like that.

As if I’d stepped into that scene, everything in the living room had stopped moving and remained that way for a while.

Should I blame myself for carelessly entering the living room despite hearing murmuring voices, or for my right foot stepping on that misaligned floorboard as I tried to back away?

I was just... bewildered.

By everything I’d heard and everything I was seeing.

So...Were Ariel and Rachel fighting over me...? Or were they just engaged in a weird bet?

Perhaps this could be a foul illusion cast by that evil Black Magic user.

But it all seemed too real for that.

Of course, the situation itself was utterly surreal.

And then.

What followed was equally surreal.

Gulp gulp gulp!

Thud!

Ariel, who had been staring at me in horror as if she’d seen a ghost, suddenly downed the entire bottle of alcohol on the table and collapsed.

Crash!

Rachel, wearing the same shocked expression as Ariel, smashed through the window behind her and leaped outside.

Snowflakes drifted in through the shattered window frame.

Woooooooosh-!

Along with that biting wind, carrying the unrelating cold of the North.

“......”

Hm...

So...

What exactly is going on here?

Can someone please explain?

I need an adult.

So, I hope the drunk lines were well conveyed since it's an absulote pain to TL drunk lines from Korean to English.