Yaoi

The Show Must Go On 21

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Wavering

Jolga firmly caught hold of my shoulder and did not let go.

Although I weakly struggled, I soon realised that breaking free would be impossible and looked up at Jolga in resignation.

“There’s something bothering me.”

His voice as he spoke was intentionally still.

“Lady Julieta is… ‘the Daughter of the Asbals’.”

“…”

“Born in a family cursed with an early death, the daughter of the Asbals cannot give birth to a crown prince. Am I right?”

“You’re right.”

“You knew that Sigurd was my son. You know that he doesn’t possess the blood of Asbal. If you let Julieta marry the prince then the Asbal bloodline would cease.”

“…”

“However, you did not abandon the duty entrusted to the Asbal family. When I think of that, I understood how Lady Julieta was allowed to be the Crown Princess.”

My elbow was wrapped by long fingers that were made to swing a sword around.

“You intended to adopt an heir, right? The child of Julieta and the Crown Prince, the last successor of the Asbals. And the prince-“

“-would be recommended by the nobles useful to the Royal Family to marry a consort from another kingdom. Their child would then become the successor.”

As I completed his words, Jolga made a pained expression.

“What about His Highness and Lady Julieta?”

“Of course, they know. Julieta is a daughter who understands her position well.”

“That’s why you spoke of a suitable replacement. Because Lady Julieta was never tied to his Highness and then you… you after that-“

I looked down and placed my other hand on Jolga’s hand that was gripping my arm. I felt his large physique suddenly tremble but I pretended to not notice. With my fingers, I lightly rubbed the veins that seemed to pop out of the back of his hand.

“Jolga, you see, I could still forgive the fact that His Highness wanted Miss Nasha as his queen no matter what. In any case, there were already plans for him to take in a consort at some point. Although I would have been hard-pressed to find another Sacrificial Priestess in a short span of time, it would still have been possible. Julieta was hurt but she would overcome her pain in due time.”

“But… His Highness…”

“That’s right. Quite unexpectedly, he made Julieta who had worked herself to the bone for the sake of the kingdom and for the same of His Highness; she, who had lost her precious youth in the service of His Grace Kharis; stoop to becoming a Sacrificial Priestess. Do you understand this? His Highness, whom she had continued to love and support, faced Julieta and told her to ‘Die’.”

“Nothing will remain. The proof that Julieta lived and the reason for her birth, I can’t give anything. Since it is like this, at the very least, as her father I can accompany her fate. Perhaps we should die together.”

“Don’t. Lord Anderheim!”

I forcibly shook off Jolga’s arm as he spoke to me in a strong tone.

“Shut up! What do you know!?”

“Lord Anderheim! We cannot lose a truly loyal subject such as you; one who has continued to support this nation all this while!”

“I don’t care! Don’t order me around!”

I quickly paced through the corridor through the sunbeams and went down the staircase, reaching a wall at the bottom of the stairs before I loosened my cravat [TL: a kind of collar] and heaved a sigh of relief.

I spoke too many flowery words and my tongue felt sore.

Does that mean I am not used to it?

As I took a break, Malacia, who had left the room to chase after Sigurd, passed by me. Giving me a slight smile as he approached.

“Lord Anderheim, you were here? I did chase after the two, but by the time I reached the courtyard, Lady Julieta had already quite adeptly comforted Sir Sigurd. I decided to leave them to their own means.”

“Ah, I saw it from the study above. My beloved daughter seemed quite the Angel.”

“No need to be so modest. She quite resembles Lord Anderheim.”

I see, praising me.

“I can say that the preparations on my side are going quite well. It all depends on what the other side will do now.”

“Got it. Then I will return to the Shrine for now. What should I do with Lutora? Should I leave him here?”

“I don’t mind either way. To begin with, Lutora values his friend Sigurd more than his mother as they used to hang around in the past. He shouldn’t have any resistance accepting Sigurd as his brother.”

“Well. Then I will take him with me. It is high time for us as Melia’s [Medicine] is about to run out. If she grows too violent and injures the ladies-in-waiting and the children any more, I will be troubled.”

“Is it going well?”

“Yeah. Little by little. It’s already the ‘third one’.”

Seeing off Malacia, who went up the stairs to return to the study, I leaned against the wall for quite a while. As I got up and prepared to show up in the courtyard where the children were, my ears caught the faint sound of footsteps.

“Malacia!”

What followed were a series of loud and chaotic footsteps and a voice that seemed cornered.

The first footsteps that came down from the stairs were those of the Head Priest Malacia. Before I, who was hiding close to the wall, could look over what was happening and before he could turn back to look at the person who called out his name. Arms extended toward him and bound Malacia’s arms behind his back.

“Lutora?”

Puzzled, Malacia said the name of the man who caught him. However, he didn’t feel the arms that were bound to his back loosen one bit.

“Hey… don’t misunderstand.”

Lutora muttered as he buried his face in Malacia’s chasuble. 1

“Morino was feeling down. He had lost his confidence and was crying so I simply comforted him. Um, it isn’t what you think.”

“Ahh. Was that what it was?”

Malacia quietly chuckled.

“Though I might look like this, I am the Head Priest after all. Not only people’s confessions, I shall never reveal their interests and tastes either. Regardless of whether you and the Prime Minister are lovers, or simply in a physical relationship, I have no intention of ever telling this to others. It’s alright. Be at ease.”

“That’s not it!”

“Ah… shit. I don’t even know what to do.”

Moving his hands from the other’s back, Lutora traced Malacia’s chin as the other cocked his head. Letting out a small sigh, he slowly loosened his grip.

“We’re going back to the Shrine, right? I’ll carry the luggage.”

“Yeah. But Lutora, you can take your time. You’re meeting with your father and lover after a long time too.”

“I’m telling you, he isn’t my lover!”

“Hm? Ah, my bad. Then is it that after all? It’s common among youngsters too, friends with benefits, right? I can’t say much good about it though. Please be prudent.”

“Did you not understand what I said?”

Lutora’s shoulders dropped and while scratching his head, he reminded Malacia, “We’ll go together, so wait for me.” Saying so, he climbed the stairs with huge leaps. As I surreptitiously peeked out from the wall beside the stairs, Malacia looked at me and lightly shrugged his shoulders.

When Malacia had returned to the study to call on Lutora, he chanced upon him consoling Morino with a hug as the latter cried with his face buried in his hands. Uttering a quick, “Sorry for disturbing“, he intended to go back to the front door, but Lutora’s expression abruptly changed as he chased after him.

“I wonder if he’s gotten too attached.”

“Don’t ask me that. Try to avert the crisis on your chastity as far as you can.”

“You know my past, don’t you? I don’t have a shred of that left.”

“Well. Whatever you do, please decide how you will deal with them at the earliest.”

“I understand. But well, I like this puppy.”

That was quite the comparison.

I choked on my laughs as he spoke.

Seeing Lutora, who was a whole head taller than Malacia, embracing him was certainly a sight. I couldn’t see him as anything but a collared pet dog running around its master, vying for his attention.

“Whether you throw him or keep him, just make sure he’s useful. I don’t like keeping useless pets. He has to work for his meals.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I don’t wish to sell myself short either.”

As Malacia said that, Lutora returned from the study with baggage in hand.

“Then, Lord Anderheim, I shall excuse myself for today.”

“Ahh.”

“Lord Anderheim. I am thankful for letting me have a seat today. I would love to hear from you in the future and if it’s alright, I would love to have Sigurd… brother become family. Please convey that to him.”

“Thank you. You’re a strong man.”

As I smiled, he returned a slight bow.

Wrapping his hands around Malacia’s arm, he urged him toward the carriage that would take them home. His gaze held a fervent passion within.

He might have not realised it yet and he might not know its meaning but there was no doubt that the fire of possessiveness had been lit within.

“Well then, I wonder what will happen.”

It seems that he would make for an interesting [Pawn].

The kind that would feed bait to an already caught fish.


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The Show Must Go On 16

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The Dragon Sleep Flower

The path from the shrine to the underground lake where the ancient dragon Kharis was sealed was long and winding. Many dead ends, like a maze, existed as a countermeasure against intruders. The correct path had no special characteristic, nor did the corners have any marking to guide.

Despite this, Malacia was not lost and was leading the way with a lantern in his hand. Lutora, who was following him closely, became tense as the air became increasingly colder the lower they went.

After a long time, Malacia stopped in front of a passage that was different from the others they had walked through till now. The path had a slightly higher ceiling. Turning to face Lutora, he pointed towards the end of the dark path.

“If you go straight down this path, it shall lead to the underground lake where His Grace Kharis resides.”

“The ancient dragon Kharis?”

“He is one of the pillars of Palcemith. Please show him some respect. The storage area for Suimo is right here.”

Malacia urged Lutora to a hard-to-spot turn in the side of the passage and through a corner that had a wall in the blind spot. From here on, it formed a narrow path that only one person could pass through at a time.

Advancing along the narrow path and after going down countless flights of stairs, they reached a dim room where they could hear water flowing. Under the faint glow of the lantern, the room didn’t seem too large. There was a canal running along the wall that had many round buds blooming in the water.

“This is…”

“Yeah, Dragon Sleep. Do not touch the water with your bare hands. It is a deadly poison to humans.”

“This is the water from the underground lake, right?”

“Yes. This flows out from the lake where His Grace Kharis has immersed half of his body. It is later diluted into the groundwater, it is the origin of all the water veins and diffuses throughout the kingdom. This is what makes the kingdom abundant.”

The workings were known to all the citizens of Palcemith, but it was the first time that he was seeing it with his own eyes.

Squatting beside Lutora, who was observing the canal with great interest, Malacia ascertained the sizes of each of the growing buds one by one. Muttering “it’s no good,” his shoulders drooped.

“The growth isn’t great… No matter which bud I see, it doesn’t seem like they will bloom.”

“To begin with, can they really bloom? In such a place where light doesn’t reach?”

“They will. Just a fraction of them though. They will become the raw materials for Suimo.”

Malacia got up and unlocked a small shelf fastened to the stone wall with metal fixtures and slid open the door.

“I have no choice but to use these.”

Inside the shelf were five glass vials the size of a finger. Each had a round-petalled flower submerged in the liquid. On top of having a glass stopper at their mouths, they were also airtight sealed using wax.

“I had made preparations to ship them. However, seeing how we can’t expect to be able to refine new batches of Suimo, it can’t be helped.”

Malacia took out two vials from the row and handed them over to Lutora.

“The stoppers on the vials have conical plugs. If you take out the stopper, the ‘Suimo’ inside will stick to it. Take a drop of that and mix it with milk or other drinks and give it to Lady Melia. This would be Lady Melia’s first time using Suimo, so I believe that a drop should be sufficient.”

“Understood.”

“The records state that the Dragon Priestesses usually consume a vial every month. If we regulate the dosage, the Suimo in here should suffice. There are chances that we can make a new batch of Suimo if the growing buds of Dragon Sleep bloom, however, the hopes of that are thin.”

Giving out a sigh, Malacia closed and locked the shelf.

“As long as Lady Melia plans to use the Suimo in here, we cannot sell any. I have to think of alternative methods to get funds.”

“That, you’re talking about the Royal Family’s embezzlement of the Shrine’s funds, right?”

At Lutora’s question, Malacia gave a nod in reply.

“Morino told you about it?”

“Ahh… He explained it to us. Hearing that the late King and his close relatives had embezzled funds. His Highness deeply lamented.”

“Well, alright.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t worry about the Shrine’s budget. Morino said that he will go through the account books and calculate the appropriate budget for the Shrine.”

“What a fool.”

“Huh?”

He thought that he had given information that would put Malacia at ease, but he was quickly disparaged.

Seeing Lutora flustered, Malacia let out a second sigh.

“Did you think that the Child Prodigy Morino went over just that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sigh…”

Lutora had clearly been made a fool of. After Malacia rubbed his brows with his free hand, he voiced out his exasperation. Just like that, Malacia quickly turned his back to him and walked back onto the original passageway. Tuning slightly to face Lutora for a moment, he continued to speak without pausing his steps.

“Think carefully, Lutora.”

“Think carefully about what?”

“No doubt the Shrine’s funds were embezzled. But did you know that I have appealed multiple times for the to be budget reconsidered, only to have all my pleas crushed under the hands of the royal family?”

“Ah…”

“‘Although the former Prime Minister attempted to somehow accommodate them, his hopes were in vain’… is what you must have heard, am I right? And you thought that it was true?”

“Huh?”

Even as Lutora was doubting his ears, Malacia did not turn to look back even once.

“He… Lord Anderheim has a huge influence. Even if it is the royal family, it would be difficult to ignore the intentions he clearly spoke of… usually, that is.”

“!!!”

“It was on purpose. And everything… was for the sake of His Highness the Crown Prince. You should know that the Crown Prince’s mother lacks substantial backing.”

Crown Prince Vikram’s mother was the Queen of Palcemith, Illumina.

Although Queen Illumina was the daughter of an Earl from a neighboring kingdom, her status was not high.

She fell in love with the king while studying in a foreign nation and thus, married him. Soon after, her family was caught up in a scandal and was wiped out. Although she gave birth to the crown prince, she has no backers.

“The late king deeply loved the queen. The fact that he did not take in a single concubine speaks volumes of his true feelings. His son, the Crown Prince was the apple of his eye. That is why he needed a backer… that too, the most influential person in the kingdom.”

“And that was…”

“Yeah. Lord Anderheim. However, he had his own circumstances and would not support the Crown Prince out of his own will. Thus, they thought of a roundabout way of deceiving him. The late King embezzled the funds from the Shrine and the former Prime Minister who saw through it gathered evidence, and finally coerced the late King to make his only daughter Julieta, the Crown Prince’s fiancée… is the scenario they made up.”

“!!!”

“The one who proposed that the Shrine should sell Suimo to make up for the lack of funds was also Lord Anderheim. The late King used the embezzled money to slowly win over the relatives and the rebellious retainers to his side. So that everything would work to their advantage once the Crown Prince came to the throne.”

“N-No way.”

Malacia remained calm and explained to Lutora who was shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re free to not believe it. But, it is better to inform Prime Minister Morino of it. If he has the leisure to calculate the amount of money that has to be returned to the Shrine then he should rather put it to use thinking of ways to further solidify the Crown Prince’s foothold. The kingdom has just lost a rare guardian in the form of Lord Anderheim. It wouldn’t be surprising if anything happens.”

“…”

They reached the end of the stairs that led back to the surface.

Malacia placed his hand on the door through which light filtered in and muttered.

“When Lady Julieta was betrayed by the Crown Prince. The one who despaired the most was undoubtedly Sir Anderheim.”

Lutora was biting his lip behind Malacia’s back.

He felt that he had misunderstood everything.


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The Show Must Go On 15

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Suimo

The Shrine, which administered the Dragon God Faith in Palcemith had a relatively simple structure.

From the pavement so level that even carriages could easily ride through, extended a stone staircase. Climbing up the stairs, one would be greeted by an arch-shaped gate that imitated a gigantic dragon. This was the entrance. Surrounding it was a grass-covered outer courtyard. The altar for the believers to pray was a place where the floor was much more elevated than elsewhere and was deep inside the building. The building was separated, by white pillars that held up the roof, from the place of worship. Passageways extended from both sides of the place of worship. The tiny rooms that dotted the passageways at regular intervals served as waiting rooms for nobles as well as important people. And it was in one of these rooms that Lutora stayed. If one went up the stairs to the second floor, there was a corridor where you could see the place of worship in one sweep.

The passageway extended further behind the small rooms and led to a U-shaped building. This was the residence of the Priests, the ladies-in-waiting serving the shrine, and the orphans. Enclosed by the three-story building was a courtyard with a fountain. The Dragon Priestess was allotted a well-lit room facing this very courtyard.

Accompanying Malacia, Lutora stepped in the courtyard of the residential building. What he saw were ladies-in-waiting with bandages on their hands and feet, dull and tired expressions on their faces, all beaten black and blue. At the same time, the shrill shrieks of a young girl reached his ears.

As he approached the Dragon Maiden’s room, the shrieks grew louder. When he stood in front of the closed door, he could clearly discern the words to be unbearably filthy utterances.

“No! I don’t want it! What did I do wrong? You are all scum! Bastards!”

“Ugh…”

“Lady Priestess…! Please, please calm down.”

“Shut up! You whore! Die! Die in my place!”

As Malacia wordlessly opened the door with a frown, the scene that unfolded before their eyes was akin to hell.

A young girl with disheveled hair was stomping on the flanks of a fallen lady-in-waiting. She mercilessly threw a clay vase at the other ladies-in-waiting who were coming to her rescue. The one who had her stomach stepped on was groaning, while the other one, whose head the vase crashed into, silently fainted.

“Ahahahhaha! Maggots! Mealworms! Ahh, feels so good!”

Her bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and as she looked down at the injured lady-in-waiting, the corners of her mouth foamed as she let out out a vulgar laugh. There was no mistaking the proponent of this repulsive behavior. It was the one whom all of Lutora’s allies were worried about, Melia Laturi herself.

“…You must be joking.”

Lutora doubted his eyes, but that was understandable. There were no traces left of the beauty that had made Melia and Nasha look like two peas in a pod. Her cheeks were sallow and her ribs were visible. She was skinny like a withered tree. Her bruised skin seemed dry and flaky with countless red scratch marks on it.

“Mr. Malacia”

One of the ladies-in-waiting noticed the two standing like statues in front of the door. She walked up to Malacia and kneeled, revealing her legs that had nothing but bruises. Malacia immediately got down on his knees and cradled the woman’s hand that seemed pitiful with all the fresh wounds.

“I a-apologize… she was calm till now, but…”

“It’s all right, Nemo. It’s not your fault. What about the healers?”

“Early in the morning, the last one ran out of magic. We planned for them to work in shifts, but as Lady Melia was unwilling to wait, we were unable to do so.”

“I see.”

Malacia gave a long sigh.

“I’ll do it instead. Lutora, follow me.”

“Ah… yes.”

Accompanied by Lutora, Malacia approached the bed as quietly as he could. No sooner had she recognized him, Melia let out a piercing shriek and spit on his unblemished face.

“Demon! Go to hell!”

‘O spirits of water, I beseech you with this prayer. I worship thy name, grant me with the miracle of healing…”

“You piece of shit! Son of a bitch! Go fuck yourself!”

“… ‘O light, overflow. Fill this prayer of mine.”

No sooner had Malacia uttered the words, a faint blue light filled the room. The moment she was enveloped by the light, the hysteric Melia’s expression seemed a little calmer.

As Melia slumped down to her knees, Lutora rushed past Malacia to grab her in his arms.

“Melia! Get it together!”

He lightly patted her cheeks, not minding the snot and drool on her face.

“Lu…tora?”

She heard a familiar voice.

Melia’s seemed barely at the edge of sanity as she raised her head.

Ascertaining the one who had caught her, she scrunched up her face and sniffled in her snot as she turned teary-eyed.

“Did you… come… to… rescue… me?”

“…!”

“Hur…ry. Hurry, take me away… I don’t want… Dragon Priestess…”

“Melia…!”

Seeing the debilitated Melia, Lutora was at a loss for words.

At that time an unconcerned voice sounded.

“Lady Melia cannot resign from the duties of the Dragon Priestess until we find a replacement.”

“Wha…”

“I’m sorry, but the seat of the Dragon Priestess cannot be left vacant till the Sacrificial Priestess is offered to the dragon.”

“You son of a bitch…!”

“I don’t want this… this pain, this suffering, no more…! Lutora, take me away from this place… Sigurd, come save me…!”

Melia shook her head and clung to his clothes as Lutora held her in his arms, as if to shield her, and glared at Malacia.

No matter how naive Lutora was, he understood that Malacia’s words were right.

Palcemith was born out of the dragon’s grace. For the sake of the kingdom’s existence and for the sake of the ancient dragon’s survival, if a single girl has to endure pain, it is justified. The one chosen as the holy maiden, the Sacrificial Priestess, was to offer her flesh and soul to the dragon on the day of the reckoning.

He knew that fact. But still…!

Seeing the girl, he knew so well and thought of as a friend, suffering in pain and wretchedly going crazy, he could not simply stay silent.

And that was why.

“Why… Why don’t you let Melia use the [Medicine]?”

Lutora asked Malacia.

Not realizing that it was the beginning of the elaborate trap Malacia had set up.

“Lutora. You ought to know how dreadful Suimo is.”

Wiping the spit off his cheek, Malacia deeply gazed at Lutora.

“I know it…! But wasn’t Suimo made for the Dragon Priestesses in the first place?”

“Yes, that is true.”

“Then why can’t Melia use it…? Melia is the Dragon Priestess now!”

“It is exactly because it is a powerful medicine! Won’t Lady Melia become Sir Sigurd’s wife in the future?”

At Malacia’s inconceivable shout, Lutora opened his eyes wide, at a loss for words.

“Certainly, Suimo shows strong tranquilizing and analgesic effects. But due to the strength of those effects, there is a possibility of it eating into the body’s health and potential. These effects manifest in different ways in different people. As a result, it is difficult to judge an optimal dose. Therefore, I decided not to give Lady Melia Suimo on my own judgment. If she can endure the pain for half a year, at the very least, she won’t lose her life.”

“…”

“A medicine… that will… give me relief…?”

Nestled in Lutora’s arms, Melia, who heard the story, looked at Malacia with her dull eyes and reached out her arms towards him.

“Give… me.”

“…!”

“Quick, give it… to me. Quickly.”

“Lady Melia, we cannot do that. Suimo is…”

“Shut up! I’m telling you, give it to me! Quick! Fucking idiots!”

“Ugh…!”

“Malacia!”

As she leaned against Lutora, Melia raised her heel high and struck Malacia hard in his sides. Giving a sidelong glance to the groaning Malacia, she brushed aside Lutora’s arm and threw herself onto the bed, with a canopy, roughly. From the basket placed on the side table, she grabbed a ripe peach and squeezed it.

“Hurry up… and do… the preparations. If you don’t, your precious subordinates might meet this fate…!”

Grumbling, she dug her nails into the white peach.

The flesh escaped through the gaps in the torn thick skin; a sweet scent wafted through the room.

“Hiss! ”

Lutora hoisted up the paling Malacia who was holding his stomach from the back and dragged him out of the room. Vulgar laughter sounded again in the room. Along with it, the sound of something being hit filled his eardrums. Crouching with his back against the walls of the corridor, he began trembling.

When a person felt strong pain and agony, their true nature surfaced.

Her true character hidden underneath her brilliant smile was by no means beautiful.

“…Lutora.”

“…”

“Lutora… I’m sorry.”

Sidling up to Lutora, Malacia hung his head. His face was still pallid.

“Why are you apologizing?”

The one who was threatened was Malacia.

Even if Lutora said that, Malacia remained silent and shook his head.

“I prohibited the administration of Suimo to Lady Melia, thinking that it was for the best. But because of that, she showed you such a state today. Your worst self isn’t something you can show to any random person. To say nothing of a friend that you trust.”

“…”

“I’m truly sorry to both you and Lady Melia…”

As he lightly bit his lips, he somehow seemed powerless.

Peeling off his shell, what lay beneath the calm and collected Head Priest, who always gave a lecture, was a weak and weary man.

“…”

Before he realized it, Lutora reached out his hand and put it round Malacia’s back.

As he drew closer, he noticed that the body hidden underneath the loose dalmatic robes1 was thinner than his expectations.

“Lutora?”

A small voice full of confusion sounded out.

Lutora hadn’t yet forgiven him.

It was an unmistakable truth that the medicine that this man, Malacia, had spread, killed his loved one.

But that person… his beloved Fiona, couldn’t have possibly taken the leftover Suimo in the house, could she?

Objectively thinking, Fiona, who was sixteen at that time, should not have the money to buy the expensive Suimo.

It was most probably secretly acquired by her family for the sake of her uncle, who suffered from an incurable disease.

He did not know what the reason was.

Fiona may have self-medicated, taken the wrong dose by herself, and died.

And now in front of his eyes; a close friend of his,the younger sister of the one who awoke his slumbering love, was suffering.

If that is so, he would bear the [Sin].

“Malacia.”

“Yes.”

Hearing the reply of the one right beside his face.

Whispering, Lutora made a request.

“Please give Melia, Suimo. I beg of you.”


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Oh-oh (^ω^三^ω^)

Did I surprise you…!?

Is. This. Perhaps!

A B and L starting with a Lutora X Malacia (kinda development)…!

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The Show Must Go On 5

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Trigger Warning: Violence (Depictions of violence in the last paragraph)

Banquet

The banquet hosted by the Royal Palace in the kingdom of Palcemith. It was a place for the retainers to expand their networks, while at the same time serving as an opportunity for the royal family to announce engagements and the like.

Perhaps it was the aftermath of the chaos the Crown Prince and his entourage caused during the audience, the banquet was teeming with nosy noblemen and powerful clans that had attained the qualifications to attend.

I arrived slightly late at the Royal Palace on purpose; just before the banquet began. Wearing formal attire, I took the hand of Julieta; who covered her face with a veil as always, and alighted the carriage.

No sooner than the soldiers, entrusted with guarding the banquet, announced Julieta and my arrival, a tiny stir was caused. Whispers filled the room. Behind the folding fans, faces were brought closer and tales were happily shared. Exaggerated rumors of the Dragon Priestess abandoned by the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister who was driven into a corner. Even the nobles who usually gathered to greet Anderheim with flattery seemed to sense the situation in the kingdom this evening. They surrounded the seats Julieta and I chose at a distance.

Contrary to our surroundings, High Priest Malacia approached Julieta and I with a smile and gave a bow. Today, not just Julieta, even Malacia had a role to play. This luxurious banquet, that was to serve as the Crown Prince’s engagement announcement, would be the perfect occasion to raise the curtains of this ridiculous stage act.

“Is everything ready?”

“Of course. Just as Your Excellency wished, all the preparations are complete.”

“You did a good job, Malacia. Now, our time has come. Let us have a drink once everything is over. How about it?

“You jest…even if I look like this, I cannot possibly drink alcohol.”

The precious stones that adorned the candlestick on the table were Magic Crystals. A listening device thought up by the child prodigy Morino. Listening in on the conversation between the Prime Minister and Malacia at the table, the Crown Prince and his entourage lay in wait in another room. While I knew they could hear our conversation, I feigned ignorance, held Julieta’s hand, and gently spoke.

“Julieta…I shouldn’t have brought you to such a place today after you were hurt so badly. It must feel like a bed of thorns to you. But I promise you, this will be the last time you have to attend such a farce.”

“Your Excellency…I shall ask again, is it really fine? Won’t it be like you…abandoned everything with this?”

“Malacia, you’re mistaken. I have already abandoned everything.”

“Your Excellency…”

“I am tired of everything. If I was the only one smeared in mud, I wouldn’t have bothered. It didn’t matter if they made me play the clown. But the Crown Prince hurt his fiancée, Julieta. On top of that; he dared nominate that Sacrificial Priestess as a substitute for my lovely daughter. I do not believe His Highness is that ignorant to not understand what that means.”

“…Father.”

I patted Julieta, who tightly returned my grip, on the head. Once I made sure that I had gathered enough attention, I took off my silver-rimmed glasses. I had made sure to eat and rest properly and had also borrowed some of Julieta’s makeup to lighten the area under my eyes. When I gave a gentle smile, countless sighs of wonder, albeit unconscious, could be heard across the hall.

“Ah, how beautiful…”

“It is obvious. His Excellency is the descendant of Sage Asbal.”

“Well, then why is Lady Julieta…”

I could hear it all.

Hearing the nobles gossip, Julieta lowered her head. But my Julieta’s debut would have to wait a bit. First I had to catch our opponents, who were to appear, off guard.

Before long, the time came. The sound of trumpets announced the arrival of the Crown Prince at the banquet.

The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Palcemith, Vikram Atrai Palcemith. He had just turned eighteen and stepped into adulthood two years prior. Around half a year ago, he lost both his parents, the King and the Queen, in an accident. In addition to having a handsome face, his personality was just and upright; a gentle and reliable man. While his naivety as a sovereign was somewhat worrying, it was nothing that the retainers couldn’t support. There was no one to challenge his claim to the throne; and when the mourning would end half a year later, the same time as the Dragon Festival; he would ascend to the throne that lay vacant.

The one the Crown Prince escorted was a lovely girl wearing a marine blue dress, Nasha Laturi. Despite being brought from the remote village of Cofone as Holy Maiden who was to become the Sacrificial Priestess, she joined hearts with the Crown prince and overturned her fate.

Guarding their backs was my son, the Imperial Knight under the direct control of the Crown Prince, Sigurd Isys Asbal. Since the heroine had taken the Crown Prince route, Sigurd would eventually get married to Nasha’s younger twin, Melia. Incidentally, if the heroine took the Sigurd route, it would lead to a stormy love triangle with her sister. But let’s leave that for now. The one who was escorting Melia, who wore a canary dress, was the son of the Knight Commander, Lutora. It couldn’t be helped since Sigurd was on guard duty.

Besides, the child prodigy Morino and the Knight Commander Jolga were also present. The arrival of the Crown Prince indicated the start of the banquet and the announcement of his engagement to Nasha Laturi.

Hey! You won’t say a single word with regards to Julieta?

At the time when the vortex of perfunctory shouts and claps congratulating them settled down.

I abruptly stood up.

Clap, clap.

I intentionally clapped slowly, slowly walking towards the guests of honor.

“…!”

“…Anderheim.”

Questioning my appearance, Nasha turned pale. Crown Prince Vikram confronted me as if to protect her. Standing beside them, Sigurd and Jolga gripped their sword handles. But I did not mind their actions and paid homage to the Crown Prince.

“Your Highness, I offer you my heartfelt congratulations on your engagement.”

“…”

“Hey, what are you planning?”

I ignored Sigurd, who interrupted me, and ran my eye over the people around. On catching sight of Morino, I beckoned him with a bright smile.

Giving a light nod to Lutora, who whispered for him to be careful, Morino cautiously approached me. I took off the golden pocket watch round my neck.

It was a pocket watch within the royal Coat of Arms engraved in relief1 on the back. It was a symbol of the Prime Minister. It was mandatory to carry it with me in public. When my father died in an accident when I was twenty, I was handed over the watch.

“Morino Swettso, hold out your hand.”

“Huh…?”

Even the prodigy could have never predicted this situation. Taking advantage of the moment when Morino was dumbfounded, I grabbed his hand and placed the glistening golden pocket watch in his palm.”

“From today onwards, this belongs to you. Congratulations, Prime Minister Morino. Be loyal to His Highness and protect the Palcemith Kingdom.”

“…!?”

Morino’s eyes quavered in astonishment.

The Crown Prince and the retainers gathered around too were the same. Seeing them clamor about in confusion, I once again loudly clapped my hands. While knowing that all eyes in the venue were on me, I politely bowed to the Crown Prince a second time.

“I humbly apologize. While it is inexcusable to propose so at such a celebration, Your Highness, I wish to quit the post of Prime Minister.”

“Wha-”

“Therefore, I entrust Morino Swettso as my successor. Despite being only sixteen years of age, Morino boasts of the best brains in the kingdom. He is a promising youth whom the Crown Prince has a deep trust in. He shall surely support the Crown Prince from here on.”

“Wait, Prime Minister Anderheim. Is it fair to come to such an important decision by your judgment without any consultation?”

The one to first recover from the shock and pose a question was the Knight Commander Jolga.

I tilted my head in confusion, only to look up and see Jolga with a smile that did not reach his eyes. Taking in a sharp breath, Jolga resolutely glared at me. Well, if you thought about the fate between Jolga and Anderheim, it couldn’t be helped.

“It is custom for the appointment of the next Prime Minister to be entirely left to the incumbent Prime Minister’s discretion. You too must have memories of being nominated by your predecessor when you became the Knight Commander?”

“Certainly that is so.”

“Moreover, my heir, Sigurd, entered knighthood without my approval. I have heard that it was with your permission. Do you have any objections?”

“Ugh…”

Instead of the hemming and hawing Jolga, this time it was Sigurd who answered.

“I am an adult! I don’t need your approval!”

“Silence, Sigurd. Whether you are an adult or not, the fact that you carry the Asbal family name on your back remains unchanged. Don’t run your mouth.”

“…!”

“…Calm down, Sigurd. Sir Jolga, thank you. I apologize, I was just surprised for a bit.”

I came to my senses at long last.

After taking a few deep breaths, Morino kneeled and bowed deeply towards me.

It would not be a disadvantage to take away the power of the Prime Minister before he changes his mind.

You must have judged so, right, Morino? Is it truly so?

“I humbly accept Lord Anderheim’s appointment. I shall wholeheartedly devote myself to lead the nation to become better.”

“That is good…then, Prime Minister Morino, I wish to request one last thing of you.”

“…?”

“Come here, Julieta. Malacia, the preparations.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Understood.”

I called Julieta, who had been seated all this while. After paying homage to the Crown Prince and Nasha, she remained kneeling. Not minding the Crown Prince, who made no effort to hide his displeasure; and Nasha, who seemed frightened; in the public eye, I took off one of Julieta’s shoes. Despite her fair and slender heel exposed, Julieta did not run away. She held onto my shoulder tightly and waited for the moment.

“As everyone knows, my daughter relieved the honor of becoming the Sacrificial Priestess on His Highness’ command. Originally, she should have stayed in the room prepared for the Sacrificial Priestess by the royal family. However, due to serving as the Dragon Priestess for a long time, her mind and body are weakened. Thus the only appropriate step is that she receive medical treatment until the Dragon Festival…Malacia.”

“As you wish.”

Trigger Warning!

Malacia took a small knife with the emblem of the shrine engraved on its handle. He bent beside Julieta and before anyone could make a move, slashed the skin between her heel and calf from the side.

Trigger Warning End


Hasr: Sorry for leaving you on a cliffhanger kek. You can always support me on kofi for faster releases tho.

A little note on the names, Jolga is pronounced Yol-ga and Malacia is Ma-lah-key-ah.

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The Commoner Omega And the Emperor Alpha 3

Translator: Hasr11

Editor: Rei

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An Unfamiliar Man

“What are you doing?”

Suddenly, I heard the calm and low tone of a man’s voice from behind me.
Uwah, that surprised me!
I was so surprised that I jumped abnormally.
Stop it with the surprise attacks! Geez, who is it!? This is not good for my heart!
When I quickly turned to look back, I saw a well-built man of about 30 years of age standing a few steps ahead of me.
Uwa, he’s tall! Moreover, he’s super cool!!
He was wearing some kind of light green buttoned up uniform.(1)
He had a physique that made it obvious that he had brawny muscles, even under those clothes.
Neat! He must have definitely done training, right!?
If possible, I also wanted to become like that.
If I stood beside him, hmm… That’s right, it’d be like a bean sprout and a… daikon?
I somehow felt sad comparing myself to him.
That was the difference between us.
He had a stature I had to raise my head to look at, rather short and lustrous black hair, imposing broad eyebrows, tapered single lidded eyes, a shapely nose, and pale lips.
Both sides of his face were perfectly symmetrical, devoid of any imperfections.
He had no spots or moles either.
His skin had a healthy wheatish tan to it.
Ah, his eyes were green.
They were beautiful enough to suck me in.
Who was this man? Was he a fallen god?
Or was he the greatest masterpiece of god, created by gathering together everything perfect in the world?
I somehow felt like clasping my hands together in reverence.
As I gazed at the Adonis in front of my eyes in a daze, he asked expressionlessly.

“Were you… looking at the flowers?”

Hm? This man sure is curt.
He doesn’t even smile.
Moreover, I have never seen him before.
Was there such a person?
He seemed like the Emperor’s middle-aged Grand Chamberlain, who Solvay-san had mentioned while introducing the bride candidates and the people of the inner palace to me in the beginning. I had not met him until now, so I’m unfamiliar with this man, right?
Nevertheless, even though his face was the greatest masterpiece, god seemed to have forgotten to give him a smile. God was no good either, huh?

“Ah, forgive me. I wasn’t looking at them. I was drinking the nectar of the flowers.”

He stood up in confusion and pointed at the flowers.
The Adonis repeated, “Nectar?” in bemusement.
I revealed the flower’s nectar to the Adonis.

“It’s this. You pinch here like this, and it’s sweet and delicious.”

“…Can this… be eaten?”

“Yes, flowers are delicious too. If you’re fine with sweet things, just take my word for it and give it a taste.”

The Adonis took the flower from my hand doubtfully and drank the nectar.
And he then proceeded to eat the flower too.
He mutely and impassively moved his mouth.
I couldn’t read from his expression whether he felt it was delicious or not.

“It truly is delicious. I never knew that flowers and nectar could be so delicious. I saw them as nothing more than decorations for food or ornaments.”

Ah, he thought they were delicious.

“I’m glad you think so. There are many other flowers you can eat too. Come to think of it, this sure is a treasure trove!”

“You think so? I don’t usually come here, so I never knew. Moreover, it shocked me that flowers could be so delicious.”

This time, he took a flower with nectar and drank it by himself, as if impressed.
Did he like it?

“Right? It makes for a good snack when you feel like eating something sweet. Flowers can also be eaten as a topping in salads. There’s lots of greenery here. Many flowers are blooming, and it surprised me to see that vegetables were planted too. There are also fruit trees here, so there should be no problems when it comes to eating. Really, this truly is a treasure trove! But I never expected there to be a vegetable garden in the inner palace. Moreover, it’s a full fledged one. Did any of the consorts having a hobby of growing vegetable gardens at home?”

As I spoke incredulously, greatly excited, the Adonis let out a chuckle.
He laughed!
But his expression immediately hardened. Ah, it reverted.

“This is the first time I’ve met a person who speaks like you. It is quite amusing. Ah, forgive me. A fair deal of time has passed since the inner palacethis place has fallen into disuse, but it is still maintained everyday. Moreover, I have heard that there are many consorts, so perhaps they have created a vegetable garden as a hobby. Well then, may I ask for your name?”

That’s right.
They must be maintaining it. That’s why they could grow such wonderful vegetables and fruits. I would have gotten along well with that Consort. I wanted to meet her.
Eh? Name?
The flower’s name? Thinking so, I answered, “It’s Kito”.

“It is a cute name.”

He narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He smiled again.
For a moment, my chest felt tight.
What, what?! Throbbing!?
He only said that the flower’s name was cute!
As I gently stroked my chest, it returned to normal.
Really, it must be my imagination.

 


TL/N:

  1. Imagine a gakuran, but in green

 

 

Hasr11:

And thus the misunderstandings begin…

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Violant of the Silver 5.1

Translator: Hasr11

Editor: Misaki Yata

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Chapter 5: An Invitation Letter (01)

By the time his eyes lifted off the documents laying before him, the sky outside had dyed indigo, and the stars had already begun to twinkle.
Following his early supper, Vio had been holed up in the study the entire time. The lights within the room shone brightly, painting an illusion that it was still noon.
As Vio got up to draw the curtains shut, the mutilated garden came into view. Seeing the tragic state it was in, he recalled the afternoon’s events, hating even the memory of it.

That was unexpected. I always thought that if I were to meet Erik again, there would have been more hate and fear in me…

At the time, he was desperately trying to protect Flora and lacked the leisure to feel fear.
But once he calmed down, he realized, all he felt was sorrow and pity.
He wasn’t the only one still shackled by the events which took place that winter night. Erik too, clearly still suffered from what happened back then.

I would probably have had felt more hate, had that mocking smile of his appeared on a face that did not manifest such emotion.

He was vigilantly aiming for the Lesserhain house from another country, even though it would have been better for him to wholly forget about having stabbed Vio and live a happy life.

“He’s an awkward fellow.”

Calling him names under his breath, Vio pulled the deep green curtains shut. At that moment, he heard a knock on the door. When he affirmed his consent, Jill entered the room.

“Young Master, won’t you take a small break?”
“Ahh, sure.”

He thanked Jill, who had brought a tea-set.

“This is quite unusual. Isn’t it Legi who’s been bringing me tea lately?”
“You’re asking about him? He said that he was going to patrol the area and went out with a hand-lamp. He wished to temper himself a little too.”
“At such a time?”

He cast a glance at the window at once. But the drawn curtains hid the outside from his view.

“He always trains himself in the morning, but he seems to want to cool his head down a bit,”
“I wonder what made him angry. Did being called an underclassman offend him to that extent?”

Vio drained the Black tea in one gulp and voiced his doubts.
Although Legion seemed calm as per usual, if one were to observe carefully, he appeared to be in quite a foul mood. His footsteps were loud, and he swung widely when he closed doors. It was considerably clear as Legi wasn’t generally a clamourous person.

“I apologise for being rude, Young Master. None of us servants can stomach this.”
“I see… wasn’t Lil scared?”
“No. If anything, she’s angry.”
“If that’s so it’s fine then. I truly hate having you all worry over my situation.”

As Vio gave a listless sigh, Jill chimed in, saying “That’s right”.

“It is because I know that Young Master is worried about us. That’s why we feel angry. You need not concern yourself over us. All of us will be content if you can lead a peaceful life.”

Jill bowed respectfully.
Vio’s violet eyes blinked, and his expression eased.

“You truly are adept at pampering me.”
“We wouldn’t mind if you were a little more selfish. Please do ask me if there’s anything at all, I would be happy to do more.”
“Pft, what’s with that? Am I not asking you to serve me tea like this? This much is enough for me. Thank you.”

He unwittingly burst out laughing.
But he felt happy. His heart warmed and his face lit up with an uninhibited smile.
Jill squinted his grey eyes and laughed gently, reminding him.

“Really, you can ask me anything at any time Young Master.”
“I got it, I got it. I’ll ask you if anything comes to mind.”

Really, what was with this situation of being asked to be more selfish? Vio chuckled at his strange predicament.

“Incidentally, Young Master, it seems as though the problem has been solved?”
“Nope, not yet. No matter how many times I calculate, we still cannot afford the expense of the materials needed…”

It was about the cost of repairing the castle walls that surrounded the town.
A section had badly collapsed. If the enemy invaded, it would surely be from there. It snowed heavily near the border here, so it was not a big issue at present. But in an instance of an attack, it would be critical.
The budget he had now barely covered a part of the personnel and material expenses. It was a good idea to look to the townspeople for the cost to repair the wall, but he did not wish to burden them. So he left that option as a last resort.

“I’ll try consulting the Commerce and Industry Guild in the town tomorrow, but… it’s hard as expected. The materials for the bricks are fine, but we have to bake them in a kiln and we need vast amounts of firewood for it. Furthermore, we have to purchase the lime mortar from another place. In that case, the transportation cost…”

His head hurt.

“Young Master, you can leave that to the experts. Simply present the budget and ask if it is possible or not. Let us cross that bridge when we come to it. —Young Master must be tired today. Leave your worries at that and please rest for today.”

After speaking decisively, Jill made the polite request. Vio returned a wry smile.”

“That’s right. I do not understand much about public work. I’ll think about it after consulting with the guild. Well, let’s sleep now.”
“Thank you for listening to me.”

Vio nodded. He left the documents on the desk as they were and put out the lights in the room.

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Violant of the Silver 4.6

Translator: Aelen

TLC: Hasr11

Editor: Misaki Yata

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Chapter Four: Gloomy Prospects (06)

By the time he had changed his clothes and tended to his wounds, the townspeople, having heard the ruckus, had already come over.
Gardener Ed, currently on a holiday, arrived with the concerned crowd and was stunned by the miserable state the garden was in.

“Sorry, Ed. After all the time you spent tending to it…”

Vio stood beside Ed as he apologized with downcast eyes. It wasn’t Vio’s fault, but he knew exactly how hard Ed had worked to build the garden to what it was, and felt distressed for what Ed must be feeling.
Just as Vio was about to inquire about Ed’s grievances, Ed drew near to him, his face pale.

“Are you alright, Young Master?!”
“Oh, this, you see…. I was attacked by a knight on a Kiryuu, but Legion chased him away.”
“I see! Aah, thank goodness. —Well, a garden or two can be rebuilt in no time!”

Ed replied with a gentle laugh, but then immediately observed with concern.

“But Young Master, is it alright for you to be outside?”
“Ah… I’m receiving shock-therapy[1] or some such thing for it, so not to worry, I won’t have a seizure.”

Vio took a deep breath.

“And moreover, being outside is nice, and the fresh air is quite pleasing.”

Ed stopped when Vio grinned. After all, Ed had been silently crying to himself when Vio had questioned how angry he was.

“I’m glad. The garden being ruined might have been a sign that it is of no use to anyone any longer. All the work I’ve put into the garden was with the sole purpose of comforting the Young Master who could not go outside.”

Vio broke into a smile, delighted at the admission of Ed’s gratification.

“Thank you, Ed. But if it’s quite alright with you, I would wish for you to rebuild the garden. The garden that you’ve put your hard work into is certainly the most beautiful.”
“Yes! Of course! It would be a joy, Young Master.”

Whilst Vio laughed with Ed, the townspeople at the entrance of the manor raised their voices.

“Going in alone, Ed?! You shifty rascal!!”
“My god, what’s with this garden! Looks awful. Is it true that a dragon attacked, Lord Violant?”
“Are you alright?”

Legion gave the impatiently bustling people a sharp glare.

“Hey, you’re too close! Behave yourselves!”
“It’s alright, Legi. Thank you for your concern. I apologize for the disturbances occurring every day, everything is alright now.”

At Vio’s assertion, one of the townsfolk raised their hand with a wry smile.

“Yes, yes! I’ll help with the cleaning up!”
“Ah, that’s unfair. I’ll also help!”
“Oi, everyone, bring along some tools. Shovels and hoes are necessary.”
“Carry the flowers that seem salvageable to the side.”

And in no time, the garden was flooded with the town’s residents. Under Ed’s guidance, they started to mend the ruined garden.
While watching them with a blank stare, Vio noticed the laughter bubbling among the townspeople.

“Around these parts, there’s usually heavy snowfall. So when something happens, it’s normal for everyone to work together.”
“Yes, yes. That’s why the mayor should stop worrying and get some rest. Your face seems pale. We’ll take care of the rest.”

After having heard this, Legion started guiding Vio to the mansion.

“That’s true, Lord Violant. Please go inside. I too will go help.”
“I see, you are pampering me with your words. Thank you, everyone. I’ll count on you then.“

When Vio said so to the people around, they cheerfully replied in chorus.

As he entered the drawing room, Karia, sitting next to Flora and sipping tea, hurriedly stood up.

“Lord Violant.”
“Ah, it’s alright, sit down. Lil, may I also have some tea please?”
“Right away.”

Seeing Lil’s figure leave the room with a sideways glance, Vio took a seat on the chair in front of Flora. Inspecting the bandage wrapped around Karia’s head, Vio inquired, “Miss Karia, how is your injury?”

“We’ve consulted the town’s doctor, but there doesn’t seem to be anything serious .”
“That’s good news then.”

While their exchange took place, Lil had already returned to serve the tea.
After drinking a cup, Vio finally felt relieved.

“Hah, that really was unpleasant. But I didn’t think that it would be Erik.”
“I did not notice until we met again today, but the man that called out while we were in the town was also him.”

Flora replied, her voice gloomy.

“Even after giving you such a severe injury, brother is still a target…”
“That’s unlikely, Flora. It’s more credible to say that he’s jealous of the Lesserhain family.”
“So this time, his plan was to aim for Flora in quick succession?”

Vio nods to Karia’s question.

“He must have noticed that it would be a bigger blow to Father if he aimed for Flora instead of me. Even if I were to die, my Father and Brother wouldn’t mind, but such is not the case with Flora. You are the apple of their eye, and they adore you.”
“That’s not the case Brother! Father and Brother Rupheus do care about you!”

Vio smiled back gently.

“Thank you, Flora…”

Flora too would eventually discover the truth concerning Vio. With her best interests in mind, he avoided divulging the details. It being best to leave the grief until it was the proper time.
Flora leaned forward, inquiring.

“Now that you can once again go outside, you will be returning to Nada, right Brother?”

To Flora, whose eyes shone with expectation, Vio flashed a wry smile.

“No, I don’t intend to go back.”
“But why? Mother would be delighted to see you.”
“I like it here, so I wish to live here. But Flora, I know that you’ve just arrived, but you will leave here and return to Nada in three days. It is much safer there at the Lord’s house… Actually, it might be better to evacuate with Mother to Grandfather’s place.”

Mother Viola was the daughter of the former King, who has already moved out of the castle after having stepped down from the throne. The former King and Queen now lived in a fortified palace in the outskirts of the Royal Capital. Were she to ask for his help, Grandfather was sure to give it.
Flora’s face made a perplexed exression.

“Why evacuate?”
“—Is it due to the previous matter?”

Vio nodded to Karia’s question.

“Miss Karia’s story holds an element of truth, so the quicker it is dealt with, the better. If prolonged, it might become impossible for Flora to return. Therefore, I’m counting on you, Miss Karia. If the time comes, retreat to Grandfather.”
“I understand.”
“Wait, what are you two talking about?”

Flora looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Even while failing to understand what was being said, the direness of the situation was comprehended.
Vio said to Flora.

“Flora, everyone has a role. Mine is to protect Leca and Amade. And yours is to protect Mother.”
“Protect Mother?”
“Yes, to protect Mother, and yourself. You need not concern yourself with Father and Brother.”

As she listened to Vio, Flora failed to understand, yet nevertheless, nodded in response.

Well anyhow, regarding Father and Brother, they would most likely say that it is a disgrace for a warrior to be protected by women and children, so it’s useless no matter what I say.

While laughing self deprecatingly to himself, Vio looked at Flora intently.

I am glad that I was able to meet Flora. This may be the last time…

He didn’t know how history would unfold, but if this country were to go to war with Ruslan, they were sure to lose. The people of Lesserhain, the cornerstone of the defence, were exhausted by the oppression of both Father and Brother. Things cannot go on as before.

As Erik said, it is sure to happen in the near future.

It is best to proceed with the preparation now, before it is too late.

By evening, the flowerbeds demolished by the Kiryuu had been tidied up, the uneven craters filled and levelled with soil.
Vio, while seeing to the townspeople returning home, having finished helping with the ruined garden, threw the devastated backdrop a pensive look.
Legion unwittingly gazed at the fair hair that looked like silver threads in the wind.

“Does Erik Kahland bother you?”

Vio shifted gaze to him, violet eyes blinking in surprise. Legion quietly revelled in satisfaction as Vio faced him.

“Does it bother you?”

As Vio returned his words, Legion denied.

“No, not particularly.”
“That’s a lie. It’s not me who is bothered, but you.”

Feeling uncomfortable by Vio’s silent knowing, Legion shifted his gaze.

“…My apologies.”
“Why apologize?”
“Wasn’t it an uncomfortable question?”
“Of course it was uncomfortable. Understanding that much is easy.”

Vio gave a light chuckle, murmuring.

“I, you see, can’t come to hate him, no matter what…”

He knew who it was even without any mention. It’s about Erik.
His annoyance seemed apparent on his face, for Vio chucked in amusement.

“It seems like you dislike it.”
“Of course! I was called a junior, and that too by a traitor! To be treated the same by that irritating scoundrel!”

Just thinking about it left him seething.

“After thinking about where he was, and what he was doing all this time… He seems to be in good health more or less. He intended to go scouting, but couldn’t control himself upon catching sight of Flora. Erik’s short temper is still the same as ever. The fact that he’s still holding on to the infraction of stabbing me… It would be for the best if didn’t tether himself to it and moved on instead.

Vio, who uttered as such, looked unwittingly forlorn.
However, seeing Legion at a loss on what to say, Vio swiftly changed the topic.

“Legi, I have asked Flora to return to Nada. From now on, I expect things to get much more hectic, so I’m counting on your assistance.”
“Yes, understood.”

Vio nodded, and as if to turn down further questions, left for the mansion with hurried steps. Feeling ashamed, Legi saw him off.
Vio only had to say the word, and Legion would happily devote himself to chasing Erik, no matter if it was to the next country over, or to the ends of the earth.

If Erik still intends to target Vio, unlike this one, their next meeting will end with him six feet under!

He muttered a dark resolution in his heart.
Vio, cast out and expelled by his family, has, at last, found peace in these lands. If there was anyone who wished to destroy this, no matter which adversary, he would, without doubt, eliminate them and protect Vio.
Legion stared beyond the Alpè Mountains and turned back.


Translation Notes:

[1]Not the obsolete method used to treat mental illnesses, this means abrupt or drastic measures.

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The Commoner Omega And the Emperor Alpha 2

Translator: Hasr11

Editor: Rei

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The Luxurious Inner Palace!

“I’m bored~”

I sat on the amber coloured divan by the window, munching on the beautiful and decoratively cut apples as I looked outside.
A week had passed since I had entered the inner palace.
A week ago, just as I had arrived in the inner palace in a hurry, not knowing left from right, I was allotted an unduly spacious room.
The furnishings were of the highest grade, the bed was soft and fluffy, and the clothes they prepared were also of the highest grade, as if they had taken my measurements.
But conversely, it felt too smooth to the touch, to the extent that it felt itchy.
Moreover, just as my father had said, three meals, snacks and a naptime were complementary.
Mouth-wateringly delicious meals and sweets would be served on the table every time.
Perhaps I could make this at home with a few adjustments? I’ll try to memorise the taste for the time being.
Sigh. As expected, people in high places eat good food.

Just like that, although the two month interval just started, I had truly indulged in every possible luxury.
I spent my time leisurely with nothing to do.
I was scared to a certain extent, thinking, ‘Isn’t it too peaceful? Like the calm before the storm?’
I was not worried about His Highness the Emperor arriving, thinking that he’d surely visit the other two.
Don’t come, just let things stay this way.
As expected of the inner palace, there were around 50 rooms.
It surprised me to hear that all of them were occupied a few generations back.
Just how many wives did they keep!?
Their struggle for existence must have been impressive.
I’m glad I wasn’t chosen then.
But it was deserted now.
The inner palace was segregated based on one’s social standing, and it was tremendously huge. The room I had been allocated was pretty far back.
Anyhow, it was because I was an omega of a lower rank. Even if my estrus came, I don’t think that it would influence anything.
Heh.
But my estrus just ended, so it shouldn’t cause a problem.
I drank my medicinal concoctions properly too.
I haven’t met the other two yet, so I’m sure they live in the rooms meant for the exclusive use of upper nobility.
Well, I don’t think I’ll get an opportunity to talk with them even if we meet.
I got goosebumps imagining myself going ‘ahaha, ufufu’ amongst people of status.
When I got down from the carrier for the first time, I had to walk quite a bit to reach this room.
His Highness surely wouldn’t go to the trouble of taking the time to come so deep into the inner palace.
I guess you could say that I was carefree.

At any rate, I rested leisurely.
I used to commute to school or visit the library, all while doing housework back home. As such, having all the time in the world was enough for me.
But now, on the contrary, I have too much time at hand. I don’t know what to do.
I suggested they let me do some work, but that was rejected immediately.
If I knew it would be like this, I would have brought my textbooks and other things from home.
Even so, I got permission to freely roam around the inner palace.
But it would be troublesome if I happened to run into the upper nobility while wandering aimlessly.
Thinking so, I decided to stay put in my room, but my body seemed to protest. I’d grow fat if I only walked inside the room.
Above all, I had become spoiled.
It would be really bad if I remained like this.
When I return home, I’ll be asked, “Who are you?”
If I only wandered in the vicinity of my room, I probably wouldn’t run into anyone. I called out to the person who was the exclusive chamberlain assigned to my room, a demure man of around 40 years, known as Solvay-san, and went outside.
He said that he would accompany me, but I declined.
Today’s weather was nice and the sun shone bright and warm.
It was the perfect day to wash and air out the sheets and other large laundry loads.
I was thankful for the luxuries, but as expected, I couldn’t get used to the indulgence.
Presently, I was thinking about how a jam made from the blooming roses would be delicious.
Usually one would think, ‘Beautiful! I wanna wear it!’
Certainly, beautiful things are beautiful.
But I knew very well that I was a bit eccentric.
I was a noble who was closer to a commoner… You could say that my lifestyle was more or less that of a commoner’s? My title may have been that of a baron’s eldest son and successor, but because I was an omega, I didn’t think it was possible for me to find a wife. Thus, I strived in the pursuit of knowledge in order to avoid causing my father any trouble.
In reality, the chances of an omega being born to a noble was quite low.
The nobles pretty much consisted of alphas.
Both of my parents were alphas, but I was a mutated omega.
Nevertheless, my father raised me lovingly and my mother was extremely gentle.
I was truly a fortunate person.
I’m proud that I was born their child.
But I always felt guilt.
I thought about things like, ‘If I had been born an alpha, I would have been more helpful’ or ‘I would not have made my mother and father feel bad’.
After me, the barony would cease to exist, and that was inexcusable. However, my father did not mind it that much, or perhaps I should say it didn’t bother him at all.

 

“Isn’t it fine even if our line ceases to exist? In the first place, the head of the family caught His Highness’ eye many generations ago and received a title. Isn’t it enough for Ollie to live life the way he wants to, without being troubled by the bare necessities of life?”

My shoulders relaxed at my father’s unexpectedly simple words.
Are you serious!? I thought so for a while, but in due course, I thought of listening to my father’s words.

As I reminisced, I found the delicious nectar-filled flowers.

“They even bloom in such a place〜. I wonder if it’s fine to pluck a few?”

While surreptitiously glancing around to make sure no one was present, I crouched and grabbed the nectar pots(1) with my hands and ate them.

“Yum!”

My checks slackened, tasting the nectar that was as sweet as honey.
At a time when I was hungry, I got a snack!
It’s delicious. I’ll pluck another.
The place I’m living at is unexpectedly nice〜.


T/N:

  1. From what little HS biology I know, there’s nectaries (nectar glands) present inside the flower, but in some cases they are present outside, like on the sepals too. I totally don’t get what part of the flower the author means lol.
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The Commoner Omega and the Emperor Alpha 1

Translator: Hasr11

Editor: Misaki Yata

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Note! This is a story set in Omegaverse. If this is the first time you’re reading omegaverse, please check out the TOC for a basic explanation.


Why Me?

“Starting tomorrow, you can live a life of luxury in the inner palace!”

Seeing the neverending joy in my father’s smiling face, I, Ollie Sadon replied with a mere “Hmm” and continued on with harvesting the greens in the vegetable garden.
Our house had a vegetable garden about 20 tatami(1) in size, and it was possible to harvest vegetables year-round if you planted suitable ones for each season. In addition to the vegetable patch, we had fruit trees too.
Today’s dinner was going to be greens. It would be sautéed in sesame oil, and seasoned with garlic and cayenne pepper.

“Hey~ cheer up a little, Ollie! It’s two months of luxury with three meals and a complementary naptime!”

Father was thrilled to the extent that he seemed to almost dance in joy, moving his head side to side whilst saying “It’s the inner palace! Isn’t it amazing? Isn’t it amazing?”.
Won’t your blood pressure rise if you get so excited?
Because you’re already at such an advanced age~
Besides… What? What was all about the inner palace? Was it not where the emperor kept his countless wives and… other women? From wife number one to… however far that number went. But surely there would be many beautiful, well-endowed women with full hips, right?

“Aren’t you happy?”

My father hugged me tightly. He was heavy.
Yet I, with my father clinging on, continued on with my harvest of potatoes, pulling them out one by one.
With this, let’s us make a potato manjuu(3) with pork filling, I decided as my father clung on to my back like an annoying insect.

“If you suddenly talk about the inner palace, I wouldn’t understand what you mean. I’m a noble of low-rank, and moreover, an omega. Usually even alphas from low ranking noble families aren’t called, so why me?”

“Well you see, the Emperor’s aides were quite anxious of his unmarried status and suddenly sent out a letter, stating 16-year-olds of noble rank are to live in the inner palace for a time. Oh, your Father[2] is just as surprised as you are. I still can’t believe it. And there, if you could catch his eye and become Empress… But that said, we are of low rank and certainly wouldn’t draw much attention, so seeing as my dear Ollie often spends time thinking about how hungry you are, I felt you could use the time to feast to your heart’s content and relax.”

Come to think of it, it was true to say that the emperor of this country has had such sparingly few love affairs, that a tragic number of none have reached the ears of an ostensible noble such as myself.
More importantly, if he doesn’t intend to get married, isn’t it better to just leave him be?

“To agree to this… isn’t the other party His Highness the Emperor? Moreover, he’s the crème de la crème amongst the alphas, an Alpha of Alphas! It’s absolutely impossible. I have no interest, and he’s too out of my league. Given the choice, I will decline.”

“Well…” Hearing my words, father answered apologetically, “we cannot do that.”
Oh?
After hearing the particulars, it turned out that there were only three people, including myself, at the age of sixteen!
Huh, how come there aren’t any more?
The other two were Alphas, and more so a part of the upper ranks of nobility.
Furthermore, they’re status held enormous weight. And besides, the third being me, a noble of a lower rank, why couldn’t they simply settle this between the two of them?
As to why it was merely limited to only those aged at sixteen, it appears that such was the divination from the temple.
In this country, a person who could hear the Voice of God was born once every several decades. So around a decade before the death of the former priest, a new successor would be brought forth.
That said, although it was called a temple, it currently only held a single priest and several caretakers, with only the Imperial Family being allowed to meet them.
Quite the mysterious shrine maiden.
And as to when these revelations appeared, no one really knew. Moreover, the ones that did appear after several months of silence were always regarding matters such as marriage.
Still, though, why couldn’t they just make it seventeen or something else instead.
Sigh, something smells fishy.
Isn’t it a pretext to force His Highness because he doesn’t wish to get married?
Due to it being the priest’s revelation, there was a 100% guarantee of it affecting the country. But really, those people were just acting as they pleased.
Just look for a bride in a neighbouring country! He can certainly select someone then.
It might be sacrilegious, but I refused to believe in divinations pertaining to marriage and such.
Such things were merely unrealistic.
Marriage and the like was something you grab hold of with your own two hands.

Well, the topic veered a bit off track, but essentially, due to the age limit of sixteen, these few people are invaluable. It did not matter whether they’re Alpha, Beta or Omega, they could not refuse.
No, but it really was a matter of concern though.
Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if an Omega was chosen? Weren’t everyone in the Royal family an Alpha?
I ended up thinking along the lines of ‘there are two Alphas from high ranking noble families too, so isn’t that enough?’
Am I not a freeloader?
Moreover, His Highness the emperor is rumoured to be brutal, cold-blooded, and an inhumanly merciless tyrant, so if possible I… No, I most definitely do not want to meet him.
Rumours say that just meeting his eyes would result with an arrow lodged in your head.
I have to shield myself the moment I meet him then.
And telling me to get my ass there tomorrow, are they kidding me!?
It’s way too sudden!
What about a grace period!? No!??
But complaining at this late hour wasn’t going to do anything now. It was already a done deal in this country.
Because I’d hate for my father to have his neck wrung.
But, while I’m at the inner palace, I wonder if our house will be fine.
Incidentally, working with our house was the butler, Ledeux, who had served us for forty years, and was nearly family himself, and the maid, Avana, who had served us for half as many Ledeux has.
But, will the house be fine with just the two of them?
My mother died of an illness when I was an infant. And my father, who was utterly devoted to my mother, did not marry a second time.
I will indulge in the extravagance I have no interest in for my father’s sake, and when the time comes, I’ll return home.
I’ll ensure that I don’t meet His Highness.
Ah, this really is a pain in the neck.
I prepared for the next day to come as I went bustling about the house doing chores.
How hectic!

Should I sneak in the shield hung on the hallway wall too?
Just to be safe.


T/N:

  1. Tatami are the straw mats that you usually see in traditional Japanese homes, but it is also used as a measurement for the floor area. A standard tatami is 6×3 feet (1.8×0.9m)
  2. He’s referring to himself in third person. It’s usually used when you talk to little kids lol. Apparently, it sounds cute.
  3. Manjuu is usually sweet and filled with red bean paste, but there are savoury variants too, like this recipe.

https://www.saveur.com/article/Recipes/Jaga-imo-Manju/

Here’s an Okinawan sweet potato manjuu (apparently you can get them in Hawaii)

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Violant of the Silver 4.5

Translator: Hasr11

Editor: BetaFib

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Part 2 of Hasr’s Birthday release~

Chapter Four: Gloomy Prospects (05)

The weather was great.
The skies were clear as if the downpour the day before had been but a lie, and Flora laughed cheerfully as she walked around the garden.
The combination of the flowers in a myriad of shades and the cute little girl walking among them was the best panacea.
Vio gazed at Flora through the window of his study as he drank tea, and lost all strength.

“It’s great that Lady Flora has regained her spirits.”

Seeing Lil grin and say so, Vio nodded.

“It’s true.”

Sooner or later, Flora too would come to know the Lesserhain house’s wrongdoings. However, until then, he wished for her to smile brightly, oblivious to all of it.

“By the way, Lil, Legi seems to be acting strange. Do you know the reason for it?”

Vio glanced at Lil.
Since morning, Legion’s face had turned red every time his eyes met Vio’s, and he’d always run off somewhere. He seemed to be doing the odd jobs properly, so there wasn’t a problem, but it felt incomprehensible seeing him repeatedly act like that.
Lil giggled and gave a sharp-tongued jibe.

“Well, perhaps he hit his head somewhere?”
“……Do you, by any chance, hate Legi?”
“I don’t like him, that’s for sure.”

Seeing Lil’s smile, Vio guessed Legi was disliked, and did not question her any further. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie.

“Lil, could you bring me another cup?”
“Yes. My, we seem to have run out of hot water. I shall go make arrangements for it at once. Please wait a moment.”

Lil gave a bow and left the study, tea set in hand.
Vio placed his empty cup back in the saucer and gave a slight yawn. Although he had slept with the lights on the night before, his nightmares meant that he didn’t feel as if he had slept at all.
Seeing the tranquil scene unfold, his taut nerves relaxed and he felt drowsy.
He stretched as he yawned.[1]
Beside the flower garden, Flora looked at him and waved her hand with a smile.
Vio returned the wave as he approached the window. Flora laughed all the more happily.

Ahh, how cute……

While he was blindly fawning over how cute his sister was, the surroundings suddenly darkened. The moment he looked up to see if a cloud was passing by, it fell down.
A dull thud boomed across the grounds, blowing away the flowers and soil.

“Wh……at!?”

As he dumbfoundedly opened his eyes wide, it let out a roar.

“Raaaawr!”

It was a small dragon with metallic blue scales—the Kiryuu[2].
Flora let out a shriek and cowered in fear, and Karia swiftly drew her sword and took a stance to protect her.

“Why are the Kiryuu here!?”

For a moment, the thought that it might be an urgent message from his father crossed his mind, but none of the knights riding on their backs paid their respects. They were all clad in iron armor and their faces were hidden by helmets.

“Who are you!? You dare tread here knowing that this is the mansion of the Lesserhain house!?”

Karia gave a bold challenge, but the knights paid her no heed. Instead, the Kiryuu moved. They shook their head wildly and sent Karia flying.
Between man and dragon, the advantage was overwhelmingly on the dragon’s side.
Karia, who was suddenly sent flying, rolled to the corner of the garden.

“Karia!”

While crouched in the same place, Flora screamed out Karia’s name. But Karia did not move.
As if ridiculing her, the Kiryuu opened its mouth. And then, it bared its fangs as if to swallow Flora in one gulp.

“Kyaaaaa!”

Flora cradled her head as she crouched and shrieked.
Vio pointed in front of Flora and chanted an incantation.

“Heed my wishes, o’ invincible shield. Rise!”

At that moment the magic particles around Flora transformed into a shield. The defensive magic would resist the Kiryuu’s attacks.
At that moment, Vio’s head was filled with thoughts of Flora.
Placing his feet on the window frame, he leapt out.
As he frantically ran, time seemed to still for a few moments.

The Kiryuu’s second attack shattered the magic shield and fragments of light scattered all over.

“Heed my wishes-“

Vio pointed his right hand towards the Kiryuu, and invoked the defensive magic a second time as he rushed to catch Flora.
The Kiryuu’s jaws drew near.

“–o’ invincible shield. Rise!”

The moment he shouted out the Trigger Spell, the magic once again grew to form a shield and repelled the Kiryuu’s attack in a blink of an eye.
Bang!’ A deafening sound reverberated through the air.

“Haah, haah. Flora, Flora, are you all right?!?”
“Brother!”

Breathing heavily, Vio strongly gripped Flora’s shoulders. Flora clung to him with tear-stained eyes. She was trembling, but she seemed fine.
Vio hugged Flora tightly.

“It’s all right, Flora. I’ll protect you!”

Vio glared at the Kiryuu sharply.
As he did so, the Kiryuu ceased its attack and corrected its posture. A knight rose from its back and gave a pleasant smile.

“It’s been a while, Lord Violant. To say that you’ll protect her…you seemed to have grown up quite admirably.”

Vio knitted his eyebrows tightly.

Been a while, you say? Just who are you!?”

The Knight lifted up the visor of his helmet, which had a slit. Vio could see nothing but his eyes, but he remembered those blue-grey eyes quite vividly.
His heart thumped loudly.

“E……rik……?”

The name that feebly escaped Vio’s lips was a nostalgic one.
He couldn’t believe that that man was right in front of him. It was as if he was witnessing the continuation of the dream he saw in the morning.

“My my, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

Erik let out a muffled laugh.
Lil ran up to him, holding a broom.

“Lord Vio!”
“—It’s no use, Lil. Get down!”

Vio raised his voice to hold her back. Erik signalled with light footsteps, and the Kiryuu turned to face Lil.
As expected, Lil paused her steps.
The Kiryuu brought its fangs mercilessly towards Lil. —At that moment. A single shadow leapt out from the side.

“—Blaze!”

Legion shouted the Trigger spell for the offensive fire magic, and taking advantage of the impact the small scale explosion had on the Kiryuu’s head, resulting in it being pushed it back, he drove the truncheon onto the tip of its nose.

“Grooooowl!”

The Kiryuu let out a screech. Erik yelled at the rampaging Kiryuu in an attempt to calm it down, but the Kiryuu heard nothing due to the pain.

“Are you all right, Lil? Any injuries?”

Legion sent a quick glance towards Lil, who lay limp, her knees having given way.

“Hi-Hic, I’m fine.”

Perhaps it was due to the shock, but Lil replied as if a cat got her tongue. Legion entrusted Lil to Jill, who caught up a tad bit later.

“Mr. Butler, she’ll get in the way, so please take her away.”
“B-But!”
“Enough, leave!”

Legion left no room for arguments in his tone, and drove Jill and Lil towards the mansion. Once they withdrew, Legion moved in front of Vio as he cast a sidelong glance at the rampaging Kiryuu.

“Lord Violant, are you all right?”
“A-Ahh…I’m fine, but what can you do? Your opponent’s a dragon.”

Vio concealed his unrest and pretended to ask as calmly as possible. Legion turned back just a bit, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Rest assured, Lord Violant. Attack any animal on its nose, and it’ll turn into that. If it’s against one, just a truncheon is enough.”

Legion spoke eloquently, but Vio was confused. He obviously understood that the other was saying outrageous things calmly.

“Animal, you say…”

He did not believe that there were people who would lump together a small dragon that even five knights having mastery of spirit magic would have difficulty fighting with an animal.
Not minding the dumbfounded Vio, Legion turned towards the Kiryuu.

“You seem to be a knight from another nation. To show such disregard to the Lesserhain house, the cornerstone of the kingdom of Istia, is akin to a declaration of war against our territory, no, our kingdom. Just what are your intentions?”

“I’m just an ordinary scout. I just came to give my regards after seeing a familiar face after a long time.”

Erik, who had succeeded at calming the Kiryuu down, replied clearly, sneering.

“I never expected a knight like you to serve such a vile master. Perhaps I should ask your name.”
“Your insolence has no bounds! How about you introduce yourself first before asking my name!?”

Legion retorted, losing his patience.
He usually had a mild temperament; it was rare for him to lay his emotions bare like this. Vio gazed at the knights’ exchange on tenterhooks as he hugged Flora.
Erik let out a chuckle. He sat on the Kiryuu’s back and politely bowed himself out.

“Then, pardon me. I am Erik Kahland.”
“Erik!?”

Legion’s voice turned lower. Erik nodded in a flippant manner.

“That’s right. Oh, do you know my name? Well, but then, I did serve as that young master’s knight up till two years ago. You can be said to be my junior.”
“Who’s the junior!? I do not acknowledge a traitor as my senior!”

Legion gripped his truncheon.

“I am Legion Salt, Lord Violant’s Guardian Knight. It was foolish of you to betray such a wonderful person. Envy me as much as you’d like and die!”

Legion took a huge stride on finishing his introduction.

“How foolish of you to attack upfront!”

Erik spoke as if making a fool of him and signaled to the Kiryuu. Bearing a grudge for the blow just now, the Kiryuu thrashed its head to the sides wildly.
Even in front of the Kiryuu that swayed like a huge hammer, Legion remained unfazed and stood his ground.

“You are the foolish one—Blaze!”

The Kiryuu’s feet took a great leap from the ground. The moment the Kiryuu broke its balance and bent backwards, Legion used its front feet as a stepping stone and jumped onto the Kiryuu’s back.
The second Legion’s truncheon pointed right at Erik, another voice was heard.

“Heed my wishes, o’ invincible shield. Rise!”

Legion’s truncheon was repelled by the defensive magic. Legion immediately broke away from his position and put a huge distance between himself and the Kiryuu.
In the sky where nobody was present up until a moment ago, another Kiryuu appeared, seemingly out of thin air. A man with the upper half of his face covered with a mask, dashed for the garden.

“Erik, that idiot! —Let’s run!”
“Oi, wait. I’m still fighting. I still have to destroy the Lesserhain House in a bloodbath!”
“Shut up! If we meddle with their plans any more, we’ll be killed!”
“—Tch.”

Erik clicked his tongue and manoeuvred the Kiryuu to regain its balance.
The other knight who butted in dropped a round ball which spewed smoke, obstructing the view of everything in the area.
By the time their field of vision cleared up, Erik and the other knight were already flying high up in the sky.

“Violant Lesserhain. Let’s meet at the battlefield next time. I pray you experience despair then.”

Saving the incantation for the last, the two knights flew further up. The moment their figures overlapped with the sun, they disappeared.

“Illusion magic, I see… Is it one of Ruslan’s men adept at Water Magic?”

Legion muttered under his breath and stared at the sky for a long time until it was certain that nothing further would occur. He then turned to face Vio.
Legion, who’d become calm again, kneeled in front of Vio.

“Forgive me, Lord Violant. I failed to catch them.”
“No, you did enough, Legi…”

He’d be a fool to get angry over just this. Vio replied in a daze.

(He really overwhelmed a dragon with just a truncheon, this man.)

The best swordsman in the kingdom was truly terrifying,

“Isn’t it better for you to return to the Royal Knight Order?”

When he inadvertently ended up asking, Legion showed a face of pure shock.

“Y-You’re that mad!?”
“It’s too much of a waste for you to work here…what’s with that skill? It’s against the rules!”
“I am truly grateful for your praise!”

Hearing Vio’s reply, Legion showed a happy face in a flash. To Vio, it seemed as if he was a dog wagging its tail.
Vio realized that he was still casting the spell and undid the defensive magic. Legion immediately approached him and examined him closely.

“I don’t have any injuries, so you don’t need to worry —you’re quite amazing yourself. It’s my first time seeing a man confront a dragon with an iron truncheon.”
“That’s right, even I haven’t seen one. If it’s people with a sword, I have seen those though.”
“I didn’t mean that, but well, never mind.”

They were going around in circles.

“More importantly, please check on Miss Karia.”
“Ah, Yes!”

Legion went to the rescue of the collapsed Karia upon replying. When he lightly shook Karia’s shoulders, she regained her consciousness at once.

“Where’s that shitty dragon!?”

Coming to her senses, she yelled out curses.

“It’s not here anymore, Miss Karia. I chased it away.”
“What!? Sir Legion, why did you not wake me up!? I would have roasted it to ashes and buried it!”

For being sent flying in such a violent manner, Karia seemed in high spirits. As she got up after letting out an angry shout, she picked up her sword that had fallen beside her.

“Karia…!”

Flora slipped out of Vio’s arms and ran up to her with tear-stained eyes. This time, she jumped into Karia’s arms.

“Wha–Lady Flora. My sword–it’s dangerous!”
“Isn’t it fine already? Ah, it’s no good. Stand still. You were sent flying by the dragon after all.”
“Ehh, I immediately parried the attack with my sword and braced myself[3] for the fall, so I’m fine. I just hit my head when I fell.”

The moment she said that, scarlet blood trickled down from her head. Flora’s eyes opened wide and remained so.

“Uwaaan, Karia. Don’t die—!”
“It’s all right, Lady Flora. If you’re like this, I’ll be troubled…”

Seeing Flora cry her heart out as she clung onto her, Karia scratched her cheek and gazed up at the sky.
Vio, seeing the state of things, called for Jill, who came running.

“Jill, please treat them.”
“Yes, understood.”

Jill immediately returned back to the mansion. Just as quickly as he left, Lil came running out.

“Lord Vio, thank goodness! Lil was quite worried!”
“Lil, that just now was quite dangerous. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“It’s fine, thanks to Legion.”

Lil spoke in a slightly dissatisfied tone and gave a quick bow towards Legion.

“Thank you for saving me before, Sir Legion.”
“No need to thank me….”

Legion replied with a smile. Seeing him, Lil sent a piercing gaze towards him.

“Well, the hindrance was annoying, but it can’t be helped. He certainly was a hindrance though.”
“Ha…Haha…I’m sorry.”

Hearing Lil complain gratingly, Legion gradually distanced himself. Vio chimed in as he laughed.

“Lil, let’s leave it at that. He’s the one who contributed the most today.”
“That’s true. I’ll excuse his insults for today.”
“Thank you.”

Somehow, it ended up with Lil forgiving Legion, but Legion himself did not seem to mind, so it seemed fine.
As they laughed amicably, Jill returned with the medicine and Vio took notice of him at once.

“More importantly, are you fine, Young Master?”
“What?”

Vio looked over himself once to ascertain if he was injured or not, but found nothing except being soiled.

“Ah, it’s true! Are you all right, Lord Vio?”

Lil too raised her voice.
Flora, who was clinging onto Karia too turned back to look at him out of worry. And then, she blinked her eyes and pointed.

“Older Brother, we’re outside.”
“Eh?”

Vio blinked his eyes in befuddlement.
Vio sat down on the ruined flowerbed. When he looked up, he could see the wide skies. The wind brushed past his cheeks.

“…It’s true. We’re outside.”

He dumbfoundedly felt the earth under his feet and picked up a fallen flower with his fingers. This sensation couldn’t be mistaken.
Since that winter two years ago, he had never stepped outside for anything, yet he felt the least bit of suffering now.

“I, saw Flora in danger, and desperately…”

At a distance, Flora trembled. There for the first time she realised that the hem of her pink dress was now soiled.

“Older Brotheeeer!”

Breaking into tears once again, Flora leapt into Vio’s arms. The crashed into the flowerbed together due to the shock.

“F-for my sake, even though you were scared, you still came out…! Thank you, Older Brother, thank you!”
“…Yeah, Flora, I’m glad… Protecting you, is truly…”

Tears welled up in Vio’s eyes too.
The thought of potentially losing Flora, his precious little sister, was enough to drive him crazy.
Vio laid down while hugging Flora and gazed up at the sky.
The clear blue skies sparkled brightly, blurred by his tears.


Tentative Note.
Young Master: A title given to sons of nobles of high standing. (It doesn’t mean the son of a Duke. If their standing is high, it is fine to use though)

[Translator’s Note: This is about the specifics of Japanese, I have localised it in my TLs, so this actually isn’t of any concern to the readers. You can ask me on Discord if you wanna know more about what’s spoken here.]

Note Regarding Spirit Magic

The plan is to make it composed of
[Starting Spell] [Connecting Phrase] [Trigger Spell]

Depending on the attribute, the [Trigger Spell] changes, but the starting part is always [Heed my Wishes].
Once can invoke magic just by chanting the [Trigger Spell], but it’s power decreases.
Adding the Connecting Phrase is necessary for increasing its power, and the stronger the magic, the more complex it becomes, so some sense is needed to create it.

The Magicians weave complex Connecting Phrases, adjusting them so they use as little magic as possible, but writing it is difficult.
The magicians’ invoking pattern is to pour in the magical power as lightly as possible and invoke, and starting with “Heed my Wishes”, the pattern is for the magic in the ink to be consumed.

Such, is the Essay-like magic fantasy.
[Translator’s note: once again, not of much concern plot-wise, even I do not understand the specifics completely. If anyone’s read any book/played a game with similar magic styles, then feel free to help me out]


Translation Notes:

  1. The actual thing he’s doing is called pandiculation. (Funny story short, jp dictionary did not have a term for it, so I ended up Tling it as stretching. The term pandiculation popped up when I tried searching stretching with the term for it in my mother tongue kek. #TheMoreYouKnow)
  2. I mistranslated it as dragon knights in the past, but now that we have a proper description, I’ve sneakily edited it in ch 3.2.
  3. The word used in the raws was Ukemi. The guys here who practice judo might have heard of it, but it is basically the art of falling safely without injuring yourself. More info here https://www.judo-ch.jp/english/knowledge/ukemi/

Hasr11’s Ramblings:

Liked the chapter? I tried very hard to not break it into two parts because there was so much happening and I didn’t want to leave you guys on a cliffie.
Aelen will be back next chappie with some embarrassed Vio!

Also yay for Vio overcoming his fears!

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