I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines

7 – Episode 7. Julia Pettenburg (1)

Julia Pettenburg.

Commonly known as the Witch of Pettenburg.

As the matriarch who has been leading the family that rules the small mountain village of Pettenburg for 300 years, she is protecting Pettenburg’s independent status amidst the strife of powerful countries.

The secret is none other than the potion business.

The image of Pettenburg’s potions as the best has been solidified, and despite being produced in small quantities and maintaining high prices, they sell like hotcakes every year.

Elixir, a medicine that can only be found in Pettenburg, also played a part in making her famous.

With just one bottle of elixir, there is no disease she cannot cure, so the price is the price.

Pettenburg, which has earned a lot of money, is instead taking advantage of the fact that it borders several powerful countries to play the role of a financial center.

Didn’t I say it was a small mountain village?

I said it was small, but I didn’t say it was a rural village.

A financial city located 2000 meters above sea level where money from all over the world gathers.

If we were to compare it to the real world, it would be like Luxembourg, which has Wall Street.

“Do you know that, Eugene? Elves are a strictly matriarchal society. If you marry an elf, you have to change your last name to a strange elven language, your house is in a strange vine house, and your children can only have pointy ears on their family register? Ah. Just imagine. “I don’t like it, right?”

“Yes…”

And Jill and I are packing to head to Pettenburg.

You may have noticed that she has been leading the Pettenburg family for 300 years, but Julia Pettenburg is an elf, not a human.

Basically, this is a species that fits the genre novel stereotype of living a long life, maintaining a youthful appearance until just before death, having pointy ears, and maintaining an exclusive attitude.

This is a company that only speaks of innovation, but ultimately uses the results created by a master of genre novels long ago when it comes to race settings.

“Ah. I hate elves. Shout too. Quickly.”

“I hate elves.”

“One more time!”

“I hate elves.”

“That’s right!”

If there were any elves in Pettenburg, there would be only one, Julia.

The intention of indoctrinating elf-hating education is so obvious that it is blatant.

At this point, it would be better to just talk openly.

If you make eye contact with an elf, you will die to me.

Like this.

‘But what happens between us now?’

Jill hummed as she packed her bag.

When I look at that quality, my feelings become complicated.

If you really look at it objectively, what should I call my relationship with Jill?

A tomboyish girl and her butler or nanny.

A genius girl and her stress relief doll.

A spoiled brat, a brat, etc.

It is difficult to pinpoint and define it.

But what is certain is that among the many, many relationships, there is no romantic relationship.

‘We’re extremely close, but we’re not dating.’

Jill is very dependent on me now.

Jill, who had been doing well on her own until now, unlocked all the bars in her heart after gaining a complete understanding of me.

She is still a charismatic saint in front of others, but when she is alone with me, she quickly turns into a child.

If you ask for a deeper relationship right now, Jill will accept it without hesitation.

If I get tired of it and announce that I’m leaving, Jill won’t be able to endure it even for a moment, so she has no choice but to grant all my demands.

“Oh, that’s right, Eugene. I bought a building in your name. You can bring in tenants or do whatever you want.”

“The building was transferred back to the name of the saint.”

“Oh, why?! Why on earth am I not receiving it?”

Perhaps she was feeling insecure about this one-sided relationship, but these days, Jill became irritated because she couldn’t keep giving me her gifts.

She seems to think that the only thing she can give me is financial gain.

Actually, I grew tremendously by reading the secrets of Dacian swordsmanship…

Jill has seen me practice in person, but she still thinks I have mastered the fancy sword dance.

It would be fun to see Jill’s eyes widen when she actually competes someday.

“I didn’t become the saint’s escort for money.”

“Then is it for honor?”

“There is that, but the biggest thing is that it is my joy to serve the saint.”

“Why? Why on earth is Eugene so good to me? Even maids born and raised in our family are not as greedy and loyal as Eugene.”

Why?

If you look at the ending, it’s like this because they were supposed to be friends anyway. The word

Is thrown down the throat.

“Well, I guess I fell in love with him at first sight. I thought this was the master I would serve.”

“Love at first sight? When?”

“When you touched my hand, you frowned and said it was dirty.”

“Oh, please stop talking about that time…”

Although she made a few jokes and adjusted her pace, Jill would have no doubt that I truly respected and followed the saint.

This is enough.

Jill will no longer be afraid of me running away.

“Now, just pack your bags! Stop talking nonsense!”

“I already packed everything.”

“Then help me pack!”

“Can I help you choose underwear?”

“You Mr. Lee!”

If you have gained the trust of the inquiry, the next step will be much easier.

***

“Has it arrived?”

“Wow…”

“Saint. I’m drooling.”

“Ehehehe. Eugene can clean it.”

When I came out of the tunnel, I found myself in Pettenburg.

I was so surprised by the view outside the car window that even I almost let out an exclamation.

In this worldview with strong medieval fantasy colors, Petersburg alone has a similar appearance to a gray, angular modern city.

The high-rise buildings rising in the middle of the plateau are very heterogeneous.

When you look at it, you feel like you are homesick.

“You can’t take your eyes off me? I guess it’s very interesting? hehehe. This is the culmination of magical engineering!”

“You speak as if it were the city of a saint…”

The train quickly arrived at the platform.

Oxygen so rare that it feels somewhat difficult to breathe.

The air is cool with a cool breeze, but the sunlight is so strong that it stings the skin.

The climate is completely different from Hamelin, where it is gloomy all year round and rains intermittently, then stops, and then becomes cloudy again.

“Ugh!”

“You can’t forget it. It burns your skin.”

Jill puts the large hat on her head that she almost forgot to put down.

I had the urge to take a look at the texture of the bronze skin, but I decided to hold back.

Even if Jill and I are fine, the elders of the Diner family will be very angry.

The child came back from Pettenburg and said he had become a gyaru.

“Eugene! Hand!”

“Here it is.”

“hehehe!”

There is something strange about the way he asks for his hand.

Don’t they usually tell you to open your palm and place your hand on it?

Jill, on the other hand, prepares to raise her hand and asks me to show her my palm.

Well, that kind of thing is fine.

What’s important is the fact that we’re holding hands and walking outside in a crowd of people.

Thanks to leaving Hameln, there will be very few people who know the saint’s face, and even if they do, since she is disguised in completely casual clothes, not everyone will think that this excited tomboy girl is the gentle saint.

We even told Pettenburg that we would arrive tomorrow.

This means that for the next 24 hours, you can comfortably tour Pettenburg alone without any disturbance.

“Are you ready, Eugene?”

“What preparation do you mean?”

“Get ready to collapse from exhaustion! We’re going to play all day today! I heard there are a lot of rides in Pettenburg, like a flying ship and a flying train, and again! And again…!”

I can’t help but laugh.

Jill still seems to think of me as a weakling who was begging for a Guardian Knight penalty.

I raised my basic stats by taking various potions and solving side quests, and most of all…

[Stats]

[Strength: 13(x5) *Guardian knight effect in effect]

[Stamina: 12(x5) *Guardian knight effect in effect]

[Magic power: 12(x5) *Guardian knight effect in effect]

[Agility: 20(x5) *Guardian knight effect in effect]

[Luck: 14(x5) *Guardian knight effect in effect]

Up until now, when I’ve been with Jill, the Guardian Knight trait has never been turned off.

I think Jill went sightseeing until just before she collapsed.

I returned to the hotel room, supporting Jill, who was staggering to the point where she couldn’t even control herself properly.

Then, Jill’s eyes widen as she takes out the contents of the bag she bought while she was in the bathroom.

“Alcohol?”

“There is a liquor that can only be found in Pettenburg. I think you will regret it if you don’t drink it.”

“I decided not to drink alcohol. The adults in my family don’t like it.”

“Really? I have no choice. I have no choice but to drink it alone.”

“What? What? Did you want to drink that much?”

“Yes. I definitely have to drink it, even if it’s just by myself.”

“Why do you drink alone? Let’s drink together…”

Operation successful.

We succeeded in breaking the abstinence of Jill, an icon of abstinence, abstinence, and moderation.

As you can see, my relationship with Jill is not one in which I am led by Jill.

In fact, it is the opposite.

I am in a situation where I have the upper hand psychologically, and Jill is struggling to meet my expectations.

“Hmm? Is this okay? I heard that the alcohol is all bitter and tasteless?”

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“hahahaha. If you start with those things, you’ll never drink alcohol again. First, you have to start by gaining an appetite.”

“It’s delicious! I didn’t know alcohol could be this delicious!”

Jill doesn’t know how much she drinks, but I know very well.

Jill is very weak to alcohol.

And the drink I gave Jill was a cocktail called ‘Lady Killer.’

It is a very dangerous drink that you will get hooked on without even realizing that you are drunk if you gulp it down because it is sweet.

Of course, I am watching closely from the side and adjusting the pace.

“hehehe! Why didn’t I drink alcohol earlier? I feel so depressed! Heep!”

As expected, Jill got drunk quickly.

Even if you carry it like this, you won’t even notice it.

If I take just one more sip, I will collapse and fall asleep.

“Ugh. Meow.”

“Nyan?”

What is happening?

After drinking an entire glass of cocktail, Jill suddenly lies down on my thigh and purrs, imitating a cat.

You can’t find any sense of shame on your drunken face.

“Don’t you want to raise a cat?”

“I already have one cat. A kitten with a picky personality, a lot of tears, a lot of cuteness, and a lot of mischievous behavior.”

It was too big to be a kitten, so it was hard to get immersed in it, but I decided to participate in the role play.

I received the weakly swinging meow punch and gently scratched its stomach, and soon a tickling moan escaped.

A vagina who openly displays cuteness like this is very rare.

She had no idea she would see Jill like this until she was writing the game lines.

“Nyan. Nyang. Then, adopt one more cat.”

“I guess so.”

The moment when I was tickling the neck of Jill, who was smiling seductively, and spitting out whatever I could.

“You’re going to adopt one more dog? Really? Ha. I guess you want to see me go crazy?”

“······.”

Jill’s voice suddenly changes and she runs a hand through her hair.

I looked at her in surprise, and before I knew it, her vagina had completely returned to a human posture and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Her hazy eyes have changed to clear and clear.

Her cute kitten is nowhere to be found, and there is only one lioness shooting cold eyes at her.

It seems like this role play was also a test of my attitude.

Of course, I knew it clearly.

The pattern is that when I tell him I’m going to adopt, he gets all crazy, and when I say no, he cries and gets sad, asking if he hates me.

Isn’t this Gabulgi?

That’s right.

Nevertheless, I deliberately chose the former.

“There is no need for the saint to go crazy.”

“Really? Did you make a mistake? Say so quickly, Eugene. Tell me. Quickly.”

“······.”

“Please. Can’t you tell me? Huh? Eugene. Please…”

“······.”

Anyway, I am in a position where I will have to completely betray Jill’s expectations at some point.

In the end, she is destined to abandon her vagina and leave.

She has rehearsed it in advance.

Jill, the saint I know, is not a great person who will collapse just because I disappear.

At least I believe so.

“Ugh… Hmm…”

Jill, who was crying as she was hugged by me, gradually became quieter.

It looks like she got drunk and fell asleep.

Even if you deliberately pick her up rather roughly and throw her on the bed, she just tosses and turns and doesn’t wake up at all.

No matter what I do, I probably won’t wake up until the end or remember what happened.

The operation is a success.

“Hu… I barely escaped.”

As I step outside, a cool breeze greets me.

I wipe away the cold sweat and give a high five to my inner self.

Jill probably won’t open her eyes until tomorrow morning.

By then I was free.

“How long has it been since the guardian knight penalty was applied? I missed this feeling of helplessness.”

Jill quickly exceeded her drinking limit, but it didn’t reach the point where she vomited or foamed at the mouth, so she fell asleep peacefully.

And for the first time in a while, I was free and had the opportunity to walk the streets alone.

This is even a beautiful street reminiscent of a modern night view.

Hey. Just walking can be healing.

If I end up living in this world, I will have to live in Pettenburg.

Of course, that won’t happen.

I will definitely return to reality.

Unconditionally.

“Huh?”

A large bridge with flashing lights from passing carriages.

I found a small dot in the middle of it.

No. It’s not a dot. It’s a person.

‘Ah. No way.’

In an instant, my heart sank.

I’m sure you’re not the type of person who wants to jump, right?

There are quite a few gambling establishments targeting tourists in Petersburg.

No way, I lost all my money there and became pessimistic about life…

Ah. Can not be done.

With a worn out body due to the Guardian Knight penalty, he runs at full speed towards the middle of the bridge.

“Over there!”

“·······?!”

Jaw.

I snatched the wrist of the black-haired woman who was leaning on the bridge railing and pulled her back.

She only realized it after seeing her embarrassed face.

Of course, it is true that she was not trying to commit suicide because she was pessimistic about her life.

“Julia Pettenburg?”

Even the fact that she is the owner of this city and the second main heroine, Julia Pettenburg.

She never thought she would meet Julia here.

Pointy ears, curly black hair, and beautiful features prove that they are elves.

Even though she is an elf who maintains her beauty even if she does nothing, she has dark circles around her eyes.

This woman gives off a mysterious and ruthless aura whenever she closes her mouth.

“Ah. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Uh… Over there…”

She suffers from communism, or communication disorder, as she has not met anyone for 300 years.