Finally, I Got Transmigrated Into Another World!

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Tristan wiped away his tears and thought to himself, "Alright, it's time to focus on my goal. I hope I'm not too late."

Tristan and Rowen traveled toward Brighthold city. Along the way, Tristan bombarded Rowen with questions, about the strongest people in the kingdom, the royal family, and more.

Suddenly, the carriage driver brought the cart to an abrupt halt.

"What's the matter, sir?" Rowen asked, concerned.

"I heard a girl screaming," the driver replied.

"Really?" ask Rowen. And then try to listening for the scream.

"It came from the right side of the carriage, Uncle. I'll go check it out," Tristan said as he jumped out of the carriage and dashed toward the source of the sound.

"Wait, Tristan! We don't know how dangerous it could be!" Rowen called out, his voice filled with worry. But then he paused, realizing something. "Wait a second, why am I worrying about Tristan? I doubt I could even beat him in a fight. Still, Lord Lucien sent me as his backup, so I have to do my part."

Rowen climbed down and followed Tristan, calling back to the driver, "Stay here and don't go anywhere. If you're in danger, leave immediately without us."

"Understood, sir," the driver replied.

Tristan sprinted toward the direction of the scream, moving swiftly through the forest. After a short while, he arrived at the scene, a young girl surrounded by a group of ogres. At the center of the group stood a man.

Using his skill, Tristan quickly identified the man. "Name: Reyes. Level: 65. Occupation: Low-Class Demon. Hm, he's on the same level as the demon I defeated yesterday. Let's check his skills—Body Reinforcement, Aura User, and Swordplay, all at level 15. Looks like he's just another subordinate demon. Like before, their superiors who use magic attacks must be the real threat. For now, let's assume that's the case. I need to make sure there aren't any enemies nearby."

Tristan activated Enhanced Vision and scanned the surroundings. "It seems there are only the six of them here. Alright, let's finish this quickly."

One of the ogres moved closer to the girl. She screamed desperately for help.

"Help me! Someone, please help!"

The girl watched as the ogre's massive arm loomed just inches from her face, and then 'splash!' The ogre collapsed, its head blown open.

"Huh? What just happened?" the girl stammered, stunned.

The demon, Reyes, shouted angrily, "Who's there? Who dares to interfere with us?"

a rock streaked through the air, past Reyes's face before striking another ogre on the head. The ogre fell to the ground.

Reyes turned his head towards the source of the attack. "What? From atop the cliff? A stone killed an ogre? Wait, he's just a kid?" Reyes thought in disbelief. Then, he shouted at the boy, "Hey, kid! If you leave now, I won't have to ki—"

Before he could finish, another stone sailed through the air, hitting a second ogre and killing it instantly.

"Huh? Was that demon saying something? Never mind. Looks like upgrading my Throwing skill to Level 20 is paying off. Only two ogres and the demon left, this'll be easy," Tristan thought to himself.

Without hesitation, Tristan leaped from the cliff, landing a few steps away from the frightened girl. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice calm and reassuring.

The girl stared at him, wide-eyed with admiration. "Uh… uh-huh," she mumbled, nodding.

"Good. Stay here for a moment. I'll handle the rest of them," Tristan said with a small smile.

The girl didn't respond, but her thoughts raced. "He's so cool…" Her cheeks flushed pink as she watched him.

Tristan turned to the demon, his expression cold and resolute. "Alright, demon. Will you surrender, or must I make you submit? Choose wisely." His voice was steady, yet carried a chilling authority. His blue eyes glowed with mana.

The demon trembled, his confidence shaken. "W-who are you? How do you know what I am?"

Tristan's icy gaze bore into him. "It's not your place to ask questions. Pick one of the options I gave you."

Enraged, Reyes activated his Body Reinforcement skill and snarled, "How arrogant, brat." He glanced at the two remaining ogres and barked, "What are you waiting for? Kill that kid!"

The ogres charged at Tristan. Calmly, Tristan summoned his sword from his storage space, infusing it with mana. Pointing its glowing tip at the advancing ogres, he declared, "Wrong choice, you ugly monsters."

In an instant, two beams of mana shot from his blade, piercing both ogres through their heads. They collapsed, lifeless.

"Are you just going to stand there like a scared chicken? Come at me," Tristan taunted, his voice laced with contempt.

"You arrogant brat! Die!" Reyes roared, rushing at Tristan with his fists.

Tristan sidestepped effortlessly, evading the attack as if it were nothing.

Rowen arrived at the cliff's edge, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield below. Ogre corpses littered the ground, and in the center of it all, Tristan fought effortlessly.

"Tristan, always acts alone" Rowen muttered with a smile of admiration before leaping down to join him.

"If you refuse to surrender, fine. I'll end this," Tristan said, dodging the demon's attacks with ease. With a precise strike, he severed both of the demon's legs. The demon fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

"Arghhh!"

Tristan approached, leveling his glowing sword at the demon's face. His expression was cold, his voice sharper than the sword. "Now, the only thing left for you to do is answer my questions. Who knows? Maybe I'll spare you," he said, his icy smile making the demon shudder.

"Y-yes! Yes! I'll answer everything!" the demon stammered, completely subdued.

"Good. First question: are you from the same group as the demons named Deo and Damian?"

The demon's eyes widened in shock. "How does he know their names?"

When the demon hesitated too long, Tristan pressed the tip of his blade against its forehead. The cold touch jolted the demon into speaking.

"Y-yes, I'm part of the same group as them!"

Without breaking his chilling gaze, Tristan continued. "Second question: where were you planning to take the girl?"

"To a cave not far from here! It's that way," the demon replied hastily, pointing to Tristan's left.

"Last question: where is your base in Brighthold?"

"I... I don't know. Only my superior, Kernel, knows!"

Without hesitation, Tristan swung his blade, decapitating the demon.

"Kernel, huh?" Tristan murmured, his eyes following the direction the demon had indicated.

Sheathing his sword, he walked back toward the girl, who was now with Rowen.

"your highness, are you unharmed?" Rowen asked gently.

The girl looked up at him and said, "You… you're a knight from House Roussanne, aren't you? If I'm not mistaken, your name is Kowen, right?"

Rowen froze for a moment, then corrected her with a slightly exasperated tone, "It's Rowen, Your Grace."

"Yes, Rowen. Well done. You've done an excellent job saving me," the girl said with an air of nobility.

The girl turned to Tristan, her expression haughty as she spoke. "You… you're quite impressive for saving me."

Tristan's demeanor turned icy as he glanced at Rowen. "Who is she, Uncle? Why is she so arrogant?"

Rowen quickly approached Tristan, panic written across his face. "S-shh! She's Princess Eloria, the daughter of the king of Caelotria."

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "So, she's the gentle and loving princess you mentioned?" His tone was sharp with sarcasm.

Eloria frowned, her regal gaze narrowing. "Hey, what are you two whispering about?"

Rowen hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to her. "Apologies, Your Highness, there's just a small misunderstanding we needed to address."

"Fine," Eloria replied curtly, her eyes darting back to Tristan. "You there, be proud of yourself for saving me." She stood tall, exuding an air of arrogant confidence.

Tristan sighed heavily, brushing off her words. "Let's go, Uncle. We'll be late to Brighthold." He started walking, ignoring the princess completely.

"Hey! You're being incredibly rude! I'm the princess of the kingdom of Caelotria, and you will show me respect!" Eloria exclaimed indignantly.

Tristan didn't bother responding, his steps continuing toward the cliff.

Fuming, Eloria stomped after him and grabbed his arm. "Hey! I'm talking to you! How dare you—"

Her words caught in her throat as Tristan turned and fixed her with a cold, piercing stare. The intensity of his gaze silenced her instantly.

Tristan shook off her hand and spoke in a tone colder than ice. "Listen carefully. I don't care if you're royalty, the child of a god, or whatever title you think elevates you above others. As long as you act arrogant and treat everyone as if they're beneath you, all those fancy titles mean nothing to me. Understand? Honestly, I regret saving you."

Without waiting for a response, Tristan leapt onto the cliff above, leaving Eloria speechless.

The princess stood frozen, utterly shocked by his words.

Rowen sighed and rubbed his face. "That's it. It's over. I thought Tristan was mature enough to handle this, but I guess he's just a kid, brilliant, powerful, but still a kid."

He walked over to Princess Eloria and knelt before her. "Your Highness, I deeply apologize on his behalf. His words were harsh, but I assure you, he meant no harm."

But Eloria said nothing. Rowen glanced up and froze, startled to see tears streaming down her face.