ăWho are you calling cute!? Whose fault do you think it is that I look like this!?ă
Brynhildr shouts as she leaps.
The height she jumped easily surpasses five meters and she traveled twenty meters in one go, so it can practically be considered flying.
ăThe way you lose your temper quickly like that is cute too.ă
Brynhildrâs movement, which left a blur in my eyes, is comfortably dealt with by Lucy.
The palms of both parties press against each other for a pleasant shoving contest and a battle of strength begins.
ăThis is not pleasant at all! The air is crackling! The ground is splitting apart!ă
Celia tugs on me, trying to get me to evacuate.
This certainly has a final battle feel to it, with the burning house in the background.
Itâs an even matchâŠâŠno, Brynhildr appears to be struggling while Lucy is cool and composed.
Unless she is bluffing, the gap in power between them is evident.
ăFufu, itâs cute how desperate you are. But if you donât stop soon, youâll crack your head again.ă
ăSilence!ă
Brynhildr whacks away Lucyâs hand, and both of them glare at each other from a few steps awayâŠâŠwell, Lucyâs smiling though.
ăYou annoy me to no end with your unnecessarily beautiful appearance! Whatâs with those clothes!? You really want to emphasize your big boobs and ass that much!? I bet thatâs how you also seduced him!ă
Lucy turns her head at me.
Even though itâs not the right time for that, the thought makes me a bit happy.
Simply knowing Lucy wanted to capture me warms my heart and causes my crotch to bulge.
ăErr, who do you mean by him? Him from the past? Or the present one?ă
ăGuh!ă
ăAegir-sama!?ă
The dispute continues, ignoring the fact I fell to my knee.
ăHim means him! The owner of the house you just burned! Did you become an idiot after 500 years!?ă
ăOh, I can call myself an owner since I also lived in the house. Then again, I canât deny the possibility that I might have been alive 500 years ago.ă
ăYouâre wrong, Aegir-sama. Theyâre talking about another man.ă
Celia puts the nail in the coffin, knocking me down on my back.
ăAegir-samaaaa!! You two, stop already! Your comments are spilling over to Aegir-sama!ă
Itâs not possible that a beauty of Lucyâs caliber wonât be approached by men.
Furthermore, I have no say over what happened before I was born.
Nevertheless, emotion often doesnât see eye to eye with logic.
Lucy grins.
ăShall we talk about it? About the man in the past, I mean.ă
ăDonât!ă
Lucy laughs with a hand over her mouth as I clutch my chest and roll on the ground.
Of course, this can be considered an act in which both of us are fooling around.
But doing it here was a little insensitive.
ăDonât ignore me!ă
Brynhildrâs eyes begin to glow red.
I hastily get up, worried that sheâs serious now.
ăSmash!ă
At the same time she shouts, she plants her foot and pushes off so hard that it leaves a dent in the ground.
A strike so fast that it visibly cuts through the air closes in on Lucy.
ăKyaa, scary.ă
Lucy moves back with a soft shriek.
As for me, I can see the line left by the afterimage.
Brynhildrâs fist of fury hits nothing.
Her supposed chest-high swing misses, but gouges a trench in the ground, scatters weeds and sends a blast of wind at me and Celia.
If that hits directly, even the stone pillar supporting the palace will break.
ăButâŠâŠthose moves are so amateurish.ă
Brynhildrâs leap followed by the grappling and the punch just nowâŠâŠtheyâre all immature attacks that match her childish form.
She is simply jumping and swinging her arm, thereâs no ounce of technique to be seen.
I can tell, now that Iâve accumulated some battle experience, that Lucyâs evasion method as well, is not efficient.
She isnât dodging with the next strike in mind.
ăI couldnât see anything. It was just dust and the shockwave from the impactâŠâŠă
The problem is that those unskilled attacks have unbelievable power and speed behind them.
If Celia canât follow them, then 90% of humans canât follow them.
I am barely able to catch the movements, but I donât know if my body can avoid accordinglyâŠâŠ blocking is suicidal.
Now then, with Lucy retreating, I think about stepping in to mediate the conflict, but Brynhildrâs eyes are still glowing.
ăYou think youâve dodged me!?ă
Brynhildr opens her fistââand like a magic trick, extends black nails from her fingers that are 30 centimeters long.
Brynhildr swipes at Lucy with her claws like a monster.
They donât reach, but a bad feeling urges me to cry out and warn Lucy.
ăThank you, Aegir. But I canât dodge.ă
Lucy smiles as she suffers deep scratches to her neck and arm.
I donât understand the logic, but it seemed like Brynhildrâs nails tore Lucy through the tearing of space.
ăLucy!!ă
Deep canât begin to describe the injury.
Her neck is torn in half and her arm is left with a shred of flesh.
It would be more like instant death than a fatal wound for a human.
Blood drains from my face as I let out a roar and rush out.
ăNow now, itâs still dangerous so donât come yet.ă
Lucy presses down the gaping hole in her neck and reattaches her dangling arm, then leaps.
She immediately stops bleeding and her gashes seem to magically close up.
Relieved, I sat back down on the spot.
ăYou really like playing childish pranks. Iâm going to have to punish you again.ă
Lucy runs toward Brynhildr.
Like I thought, sheâs moving without the use of martial arts.
If there was some kind of magic to slow down the scene, it would only look like a peerless beauty was running in a straight line.
Even so, her speed is too fast for Brynhildr to follow, let alone me or Celia.
With a crack and a half-witted groan, Brynhildrâs nails snap offââ
ăGeh.ă
ăUwah!ă
And various substances that should not be squirting out scatters from the ownerâs head.
ăââ!ă
Siegfried, who was waiting in the back, draws his two swords and jumps forward.
Unlike the vampiresâ movements, he moves like a trained soldier.
In spite of that, his speed is inferior to the two ladies.
Not long after I stand up, the twin blades approach Lucy.
ăStand back.ă
His lightning-like movement is dulled by Lucyâs rebuke and he is repelled easily with a bare hand.
ăSo youâre still carrying out the vow to protect her. I appreciate that Sieg. But donât worry, this is just a scuffle.ă
Siegfried promptly bows his head and then hurries to treatâŠâŠor rather repair Brynhildr.
ăYou areâŠâŠalright?ă
ăOf course not! That bitch wrecked my face and head againâŠâŠdonât look at me! Donât look this way until it returns to normal!!ă
Brynhildr yanks her frilly clothes up and buries her head in them.
Her appearance was a tragedy, but it seems sheâs fine.
ăOh my, when did you start wearing such underwear? I think itâs too early for you.ă
Because her clothes were pulled over her head, Brynhildrâs pretty thighs and garterbelt became visible, causing Lucy to scold her.
ăIâve run out of patience.ă
ăDidnât you lose it long ago?ă
Brynhildrâs eyes shine brightly like a torch.
Correspondingly, Lucyâs eyes also emit a dark red, almost black, light.
As their respective lines of sight meet like beams of light, it creates an illusion of a collision between two objects that have mass, and the resulting explosion spreads throughout the forest..
Birds that fly off in an attempt to escape become rigid in midair and fall at my feet.
Rabbits that jump out of bushes collapse on their side and twitch two or three times erratically before laying motionless.
Deer with unnaturally red eyes bite each other, foxes bite boars and the boars ram their heads repeatedly against the trunk of trees.
The animals must have gone into a frenzy from the exposure to the duoâs malicious energy.
ăItâs the end of the forest.ă
ăI sense that too.ă
As expected, I canât stay as a spectator.
I donât mind the beasts going into a rage, but the next strike might endanger the lives of both women.
Lucy aside, Brynhildr has helped me countless times until now.
Brynhildrâs headâŠâŠseems fine, but if she gets torn apart, I wouldnât know how to fix her.
Siegfried also seems to be looking at me as if telling me to do something.
ăThe thing is though, Iâll turn into a corpse if I step in without thinking.ă
I canât deny that Iâd be happy if I was killed by Lucyâs hand, but I donât want to die now that Iâve finally gotten the chance to live with her. I also have to keep the promise I made to Nonna.
ăCelia, do you have anything I can use? Something that works on vampires.ă
ăThereâs too much going on that I canât think properly.ă
Celia brings all kinds of tools on journeys.
She might have a handy item for this situation.
ăLetâs seeâŠâŠa talisman against evil spirits, holy water, spare panties, a silver knife.ă
Firstly, the talisman and holy water can be ruled out.
Iâll also leave the panties, since Celia needs them.
The silver knife might be effective, but hurting the two of them is an outrageous idea, so itâs no good either.
ăAll thatâs left are seasonings for outdoor camping.ă
Mustard and black pepper andâŠâŠthis is it!
I grab a certain seasoning and throw it.
ăThatâs enough. I donât want to see anymore bloodshed!ă
They donât comply with my words.
ăQuiet! Could you keep calm if someone ripped your head off so disgustingly!?ă
ăBack off Aegir. This child wonât learn unless I discipline her strictly.ă
Lucy smiles as she turns her reddish black eyes at me.
However, when she realizes what I threw, she screams and crouches with a frightened expression.
The pose she does of holding her head and closing her eyes is the same as the one a normal woman would do when scared.
ăYou finally recognize how terrifying I am!? If you spin around three times, bark like a dog, and swear to give him to me, Iâll forââă
Meanwhile, the prideful Brynhildr doesnât notice the projectile.
It was too late to even warn her, so the seasoning flew into her mouth just as she was declaring victory.
ăââmmgh!ă
Brynhildr presses both hands to her mouth as her eyes go wide.
The demonic aura from her eyes disappears.
ăSorry. I didnât think it would enter your mouth.ă
ăââwaahd es et?ă
She means âwhat is it?â I suppose.
I answer while displaying an apologetic face.
ăâŠâŠitâs garlic, the whole thing.ă
ăItâs a quality product of the Roron High grounds, known for its pungent smell.ă
Brynhildr faints with her hands covering her mouth.
ăIâll help you spit it out. Lucy, lend a hand.ă
ăNo. The smell is stronger than that of sewage to us vampires. Honestly, I donât even want to get closeâŠâŠyouâre so mean, Aegir. How could you shove such a stinky thing inside the tiny Brynhildrâs mouthâŠâŠwhat a fiend.ă
It wasnât intentional.
Oh no, Brynhildrâs face is changing from blue to yellow.
With the matter settled, I sit next to the ruins of the house.
Frankly, I didnât want to look at the wreckage of the memory-filled building, but I had to wait for Brynhildr to rinse her mouth a thousand times.
Besides, Lucy has several hundred times more memories than me and isnât saying anything so it would be strange if I complained.
ăFufu, that girl is always like that. She disguises herself as cold-blooded and cruelâŠâŠyet in reality she has gotten accustomed to a non-human lifestyle in these past centuries. The part at the root hasnât changed.ă
Lucy sits next to me but her gaze is far in the distance.
ăHey Aegir, how old do you think we are?ă
Of course, she means how old she looks.
In that case, Brynhildr is 11 and Lucy about 26, I guess.
This kind of question is often asked when Iâm playing around with women, so Iâm well-prepared.
Children want to be seen as older than they are and older women want to be seen as younger.
On a side note, for women of Melâs age, itâs better to say an age that is ten years younger.
ă14 and 21. Am I right?ă
ăYouâre one off. I am 22 and Brynhildr is 13âŠâŠthatâs the point we stopped aging.ă
I pump my fist.
That was a perfect answer. It was more perfect than if I got it right on the mark.
ăYouâll explain the meaning of that gesture later, right?ă
As I slump dejectedly, Lucy pulls me close and lets me rest on her lap.
Celia clings to my back almost like sheâs trying to compete for my affection.
ăIs she an acquaintance of yours?ă
It was a guess, but I thought it would act as a good lead-in for Lucy, seeing how she has something on her mind that she wants to talk about.
ăWeâre sisters. Although itâs a bit of a special relationshipâŠâŠunique, if you will.ă
I continue with another question, pretending to be casual.
ăDo you have other siblings or family too?ă
Lucy silently shakes her head.
ăNo. Brynhildr seems to have increased her household, but I donât have any real family. Itâs just me and Brynhildr. Ah, Sieg isnât related but he can be considered family. I thought it would be hard for Brynhildr, being the loner she is, to be alone.ă
A story is told in a bell-like voice from beautiful lips.
Before I knew it, the conversation was one about history.
It was a story from an inside perspective though, slightly different from the records written in books.
ăLong, long ago, there existed a kingdom. It was a rather ordinary nationâŠâŠnot particularly strong enough to invade nearby countries yet not weak enough to be intimidated, one not rich enough to indulge in luxuries but not poor enough for its citizens to starve. It was a kingdom that simply maintained peace for three hundred years.ă
ăThatâsâŠâŠincredible.ă
Itâs not ordinary like she says.
What a feat it is to create a nation where there is no war and no starvation for three hundred years.
During the period I acted as feudal lord, I donât remember a time when there was peace for three consecutive months.
Maybe I was a really bad lord.
ăFive hundred years ago, I was just an ordinary farm girl living in that nation.ă
ăNo way.ă
I deny her claim.
After staring carefully at Lucy, I deny her once more.
ăA peerless beauty like you canât live uneventfully in an ordinary village.ă
Lucy giggles and teases my earlobe.
ăI was a little popular. Men in the village were always at each otherâs throats when it came to me, the feudal lord and the knight captain of the capital fought over me, and in the end there was even an incident where they got their own sons in the conflict.ă
ăEeehâŠâŠă
ăIt goes without saying. Lucy is that great of a woman, so you would want to kill your rivals.ă
In any case, I know things donât end like a normal story.
Otherwise, she wouldnât be a vampire living alone in the middle of a forest.
ăIt was a rainy day. I went over to the neighboring villageâŠâŠthough I canât remember what I was going there for. All I can remember are the red eyes, the fangs, the intense pain, and the feeling that my life was changing.ă
She was bitten by a vampire.
She wasnât simply treated as prey, she was bitten to be transformed into a fellow vampire.
ăInitially, I had no sense of reason and could only think of wanting blood. I donât know if I donât remember or I canât remember. From that point, I never met my parents again. I would live in a dark cave, and whenever I was hungry, I would suck a humanâs blood to survive.ă
ăIn other words, there were lots of enviable men who were sucked to death by Lucy. Man, Iâm jealous.ă
Lucy smacks my head for being silly, then kisses my forehead as thanks for the complement.
ăI lived for close to a hundred years as a blood-sucking monster. Not long after, intelligence and emotion gradually returned to meâŠâŠand well, I cried.ă
They say the older a vampire becomes, the more intelligent and powerful it grows.
A young vampire of twenty or thirty years may be no more than a pawn of their master or a strong independent monster, but itâs not rare for a vampire of a hundred or two hundred years to be smarter than a human. Itâs what the legends say anyway.
ăMen would come right away when I called in a city. No, there were times before I called when they were lured by the darkness.ă
ăI mean, if Lucy is tempting them, they would even leave in front of their wives. Those who were unmarried would have no other choice.ă
She pats my head and tells me Iâm a good boy.
ăBut that was an unlucky day. In truth, that day should have been when I met my end. The king was coincidentally at the capital and the city was overflowing with guards even at night. I didnât realize anything as I was going about my usual business andâŠâŠă
Lucy imitates the sound effects of stabbing with her mouth as she pokes her own body with a tree branch.
When I brushed the branch away and hugged her, she giggled.
ăI might have been able to escape now, but it was impossible at the time. I could do nothing to stop my head from being lopped off after being stabbed all over.ă
ăThatâs when I suddenly emerged to cut down all theââgue.ă
I interrupted because I didnât want to think about Lucyâs death, but that resulted in a chop to my head.
My consciousness was knocked out of my head for a second as my brain shook and I could only lay obediently in her lap.
ăThe one who appeared was the prince that was mentioned. As soon as he saw me, he said, âOh, how beautifulââbe my wife. Vampire? So what? It doesnât change the fact that youâre a lovely womanâ.ă
I let out a jealous roar that echoed throughout the forest.