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[Sariel] A Thousand Years Woven (千载织心) Part 1 | Light and Night 光与夜之恋
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
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On the return trip, we took the intercity train again. At my persistent request, Sariel took the window seat.
Unfortunately, the timing of this train was a bit awkward, falling right during the lunch hour.
Attendants bustled up and down the aisles, hawking boxed meals. I went to check the dining car, but the dishes were all heavy with oil and salt—hardly Sariel’s taste.
Back at my seat, I hauled out my massive suitcase and started rummaging through it. Sariel watched me with a furrowed brow.
Sariel: Why are you so restless? If you’re hungry, go eat.
You: What about you?
Sariel: I’m not hungry.
You: I don’t believe you. Ah, found them—!
I pulled out several bags of dried fruits and vegetables. I’d prepared these before the trip specifically for a situation like this.
You: Sariel, these are for you. Don’t be fooled by the size; they’re actually quite filling.
You: When I’m working overtime and don’t have time for a real meal, I just eat these.
Speaking of overtime, the thought of the hectic life waiting for us back home made me feel a bit melancholy.
You: It would be nice if we could just stay on this train forever.
Sariel: You’d get tired of the scenery within two days.
You: Well, that’s probably true...
You: But as soon as I go back, I start worrying that I'm wasting my life, that I’m not improving fast enough or learning enough.
You: I’m afraid to stop for even a second. Sometimes, it’s just really exhausting.
Realizing I was complaining to Sariel, I quickly shut my mouth.
To my surprise, a broad palm settled gently on my head. The pressure was tender, and the slight weight of it seemed to soothe my anxiety.
Sariel: There’s nothing to be afraid of.
Sariel: You’re already doing a good job. It doesn’t matter if you take things a bit slower.
You: Really?
Sariel: You don’t even believe my words now?
I rested my face on the small tray table. The cool surface was perfect for soothing my slightly flushed cheeks.
This felt like the first time Sariel had ever said something like that to me—complete validation and direct comfort.
To hide the joy that was threatening to overflow, I tore open a bag of dried veggies and offered it to him.
He looked at it for a moment, then his slender fingers fished out a piece of okra—
You: Ah, is it all broken? Let me find you a whole one!
Then came a quarter-slice of sweet potato.
You: Uh...
And a half-stick of potato that was shedding crumbs everywhere.
You: ...They probably got crushed in the suitcase. Maybe... maybe you shouldn't eat them...
Before I could finish, a crisp crunch rang out. Sariel had already eaten a dried shiitake mushroom.
You: ...Well? Is it good?
Sariel: It’s average.
Seeing Sariel eat snacks was enough to satisfy my curiosity completely, and I immediately beamed.
You: Average is fine, average is great!
Suddenly, a piece of purple sweet potato was popped into my mouth. A mix of sweet and salty flavors spread across my tongue.
Sariel brushed the crumbs from his fingers, his voice calm.
Sariel: Too many artificial flavors.
He was being exceptionally gentle today, so I couldn't help but push my luck.
You: Then, after we get back today, can I go to your house for dinner? I want to eat roasted purple sweet potatoes without any artificial flavors.
You: And... can we brush a little honey on them?
Sariel: If you bring the sweet potatoes yourself, then fine.
You: Then... what about tomorrow? I want to go to your house for okra salad!
Sariel: You’re responsible for trimming the ends off the okra.
You: Then the day after—
Sariel: You aren't the only one who has to work overtime. I don’t have time to cook every single day.
I knew he didn't actually have time to do it daily, not to mention the massive production he makes of it—the masks, the disinfecting... I didn't want to trouble him too often. But still—
You: But you could at least say "yes."
You: Just knowing you're willing is enough to make me happy!
Sariel let out a helpless sigh.
Sariel: ...Fine.
Having received the answer I wanted, I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head to look at the sharp lines of his profile. Combined with the passing scenery, it was a beautiful sight.
An inexplicable wave of emotion rose within me, and the words slipped out before I could stop them.
You: Sariel, really... as long as I’m riding with you, staying on this train wouldn't be so bad.
He froze for a second, then turned his head toward the window.
His hand was resting right by my seat. I reached out tentatively, and his slender fingers moved to lace with mine.
Sariel: If we stay on the train forever, do you plan on giving up those roasted sweet potatoes?
You: Ah, no, I want those too!
I wanted it all—riding the train together, sharing snacks, eating dinner, working side-by-side, and planning out the many days of our daily lives to come.
Just the thought of being able to see him made even the most ordinary days feel full of promise.
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PHONE CALL
You (SMS): I was tied up with something before... but it's all sorted now!
Sariel: I recall someone saying they were going to present their design concept for this season to me?
You: Oh right, Director Qi, are you finished with your work?
Sariel: Yes. Go ahead.
You: Director, do you know what Deja vu is?
Sariel: A feeling of familiarity, also known as a paramnesia.
Sariel: Are you here to test my French, or do you actually have something to say?
You: Ahaha... No, no. For this design, I want to use Deja vu as the theme. I’ll use repetitive patterns and fluid elements to create a dreamlike, surreal atmosphere.
Sariel: Sounds neither good nor bad. What gave you such an idea?
You: Well, yesterday morning when I handed in my drafts and you told me to go back and redo them...
You: In that instant, the scene felt so familiar! It was a very strange sensation.
Sariel: That isn't Deja vu. Your flawed sketches have simply been rejected many times.
Sariel: Is that the "dreamlike" feeling you're trying to express?
You: Of course not! That’s why I still need a little bit of help from you, Director.
You: Director, have you ever experienced Deja vu? Could you share a story to help me get into the right mindset?
Sariel: No.
You: Surveys show that two-thirds of adults have experienced it at least once. Director, please!
Sariel: I am clearly part of the other third.
Sariel: I fail to see how sharing a moment of Deja vu would benefit your design.
You: It helps, it really does! Your experiences would be a fountain of inspiration for me.
Sariel: Your "fountain of inspiration" certainly consists of some strange things.
You: What’s so strange about it... Director, you're practically a creative treasure trove. Like those old drafts you threw away last time—they gave me great inspiration.
Sariel: ......
Sariel: ...Last weekend, when you came to the studio.
You: Mm-hmm!
Sariel: After the doorbell rang, I had a sense of Deja vu. I’d heard that sound before.
Sariel: I knew that when I opened the door, I’d see you standing there looking like a fool, clutching a pile of fruits and vegetables while pressing the bell.
You: Woah, I guess I have been dropping by for dinner a bit much lately... but I really do ring the bell like that every time, so that doesn't count as Deja vu, does it...?
You: Wait, Director, are you joking with me?!
Sariel: It seems work hasn't completely eroded that sense of humor you're so proud of.
You: I’m being serious...
Sariel: Then why don't you go post a thread online? I’m sure plenty of people would be willing to share their "Deja vu" moments.
You: That would be fine, I guess... but honestly, I just wanted to learn a little more about you, Director.
Sariel: .......
You: Anyway, Director, thanks for the suggestion! I’ll go start my survey right away~
Sariel: ...There was one time.
Sariel: Yesterday afternoon. Were you in my office?
You: Oh, right! You seemed to have fallen asleep, so I wanted to help you close the window.
You: The sunset was so beautiful then... wait, did I wake you up?
Sariel: The setting sun was like blood... it was indeed beautiful...
You: Director Qi?
You: Do you like sunsets, Director? If there's a chance, we could watch one together.
Sariel: Hmph.
Sariel: Whether I like sunsets or not is irrelevant. If you don't hurry up with this design, you'll be seeing tomorrow’s sunrise.
You: ......
Sariel: The concept is at least somewhat interesting. If you hit a wall, you can call and ask me anytime.
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TEXT MESSAGE
You: That restaurant we agreed to go to tonight... it’s temporarily closed for some reason. T_T...
Sariel: Oh. Then we'll pick another one.
You: Your reaction is so plain.
Sariel: Heavens, what a pity!
Sariel: Is that the kind of exaggerated reaction you wanted?
Sariel: Do you really want to eat at that place that badly?
You: The chef there is incredible! I heard he used to cook for state banquets!
Sariel: If you just want to eat food prepared by a master chef, that is the easiest problem to solve.
You: Can't you say something nice for once?
Sariel: Something nice? Fine. There are plenty of places that meet your requirements. Wait for me downstairs after work.
Sariel: I’ll take you somewhere better.
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TIMELINE POST
You: A precious gift. I never want to take it off.
Lao Zhong: I didn't think I'd see this object again in my lifetime. It truly is precious. Not bad, not bad at all.
Temple Caretaker: Now that it is complete once more, its power is surely not to be underestimated.
Sariel: I wouldn't call it precious, and don't listen to their nonsense. But if you want to wear it, then wear it.
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[Sariel] A Thousand Years Woven (千载织心) Part 1 | Light and Night 光与夜之恋
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
You: Near the flower beds by the entrance... Let me see where...
You: Ah, found him!
The station plaza was a sea of people, but there he was, standing under the trees lining the street. His white suit was spotless, catching the dappled light as shadows danced across his shoulders.
I couldn't help but stop and just watch him for a moment. Sariel was holding his phone, eyes cast down at the screen, a slight furrow in his brow that suggested he was growing impatient—
Wait, impatient? I scrambled to check my phone, and sure enough, there was an active incoming call.
Sariel: So this is your definition of "I'll be there in five minutes"?
You: I’m here, I’m here! Just look to your left!
Sariel didn't hang up the phone. He turned his head toward me, and I gave him a quick wave. His expression was as cool and detached as ever, but the tension in his brow finally softened. I hurried over to his side.
You: I'm so sorry! Have you been waiting long? It was quite a walk from the subway station...
Sariel glanced down at the massive suitcase in my hand and let out a soft snort.
Sariel: You brought all of this?
Sariel: Are you planning on moving there permanently?
I rubbed the back of my head, feeling a bit sheepish.
Thinking about going on this study trip with Sariel, I couldn't stop myself from packing every travel gadget I owned, whether I actually used them or not.
I wanted to be prepared for any possible situation, hoping to leave him with the impression that I was steady and reliable.
As for the clothes... well, I might have packed a couple of extra outfits too.
You: Um, wait for me here for a second? I'll go print our tickets and be right back.
With my ID in hand, I started to run toward the ticket kiosks. I hadn't even made it two steps before he called out to me.
Sariel: The suitcase.
You: Huh?
Sariel: Do you really intend to drag that thing into that crowd?
I followed his gaze toward the kiosks. It looked like one of the machines had broken down, and a cluster of travelers were arguing with the staff. The whole area was a mess.
Sariel: Give it to me. I'm coming with you.
You: Oh... thank you.
In the end, that suitcase never found its way back into my hands. Sariel kept hold of it the entire time, his pace slowed just enough by the luggage to let me keep up with him perfectly.
When I finally settled into my seat in the carriage, I let out a long, heavy sigh of relief. The station had been unusually crowded today, and the weather was several degrees warmer than it had been over the past few days, only adding to everyone’s irritability. The whole place was a chaotic mess of noise.
As for why we chose to travel by rail—
A few days ago—
Sariel: Get ready. You’re going on a research trip to Lyra City next week. When you get back, you’ll be in charge of the collaboration project with the Textile Museum.
You: Lyra City... Oh my god, I’ve been wanting to go there forever.
Lyra City was a major hub for the textile industry, located quite a distance from Guangqi. It had a long history; not only was its industrial side flourishing, but it was also rumored that many rare, traditional handicraft techniques were still preserved among the locals.
Just as I was mentally mapping out which places I wanted to visit, Sariel cleared his throat.
Sariel: Monday morning at nine. I’ll drive to your place to pick you up.
Sariel: If you oversleep, you’re on your own.
You: Wait, Director, you’re going too?
Sariel: Do you have a problem with that?
Sariel: When did I ever say you were going by yourself?
You: Not at all! But driving there takes nine hours—that’s way too exhausting.
You: Why don't we take the train instead?
The intercity train only took three hours. While not as fast as flying, there was no risk of delays. At first, I was just being practical, and the suggestion had slipped out casually.
But taking the train meant being able to watch the scenery outside, and doing that with Sariel would be an unforgettable experience. Once my thoughts reached that point, my resolve hardened.
You: Can we, Director?
Sariel: ......
You: The train is so convenient, and it’s never late.
Sariel: Too noisy.
You: You can see the scenery from the train, too. It’ll be great for my inspiration.
Sariel: A random cat wandering around outside the office could be great for your inspiration. There's no need to take a train.
You: ......
You: Director, this is my once-in-a-lifetime request. Let's please take the train!
A faint, mocking smile played at the corners of Sariel’s lips.
Sariel: If I recall correctly, this is already your eighth once-in-a-lifetime request.
I was completely out of options. But then, he actually nodded and agreed.
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Who would have thought that today would turn out exactly as he predicted? It had been loud and chaotic every step of the way.
I stole a glance at Sariel beside me. He was leaning against the window, watching the scenery begin to blur past. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his temple—likely from navigating that suffocating crowd earlier.
This was officially the most disheveled I had ever seen him.
You: Sariel... did I totally set you up for failure? Do you regret coming by train now?
Sariel turned his head, his golden eyes brimming with sunlight. The brightness made me feel a little lightheaded.
Sariel: Once I give my word, I don't harbor regrets.
Sariel: Besides... the view isn't half bad.
A little flower of joy bloomed in my chest. I held up the tickets still clutched in my hand like a proud child showing off a prize.
You: This train is always packed. I had to camp out online for ages just to snag these window seats.
Sariel: Are you expecting a compliment?
You: Not at all! As long as you're comfortable, that’s all the praise I need.
The expression on Sariel's face sat somewhere between exasperation and amusement. After a moment, he stood up.
You: What's wrong?
Sariel: Move to the inside seat.
You: Eh? Why?
Sariel: Didn't you say you wanted to look at the scenery for inspiration? Tell me what you've found by the time we arrive.
Sariel: If you have nothing to show for it, don't expect to go on any more business trips by train with me.
Oh, so there would be more train trips with him? I didn't feel threatened by his words in the slightest; instead, a sweet warmth spread through me.
Not a minute early, and not a minute late—the train pulled into the station exactly on time.
We were now standing in the middle of the massive central plaza, looking over the city map displayed on the information board.
Sariel: Where to first?
You: I get to decide?
Sariel: Who else? Am I the one here to learn, or are you?
I thought about it carefully and decided to go to—
Option 1: The Mountain Village
Option 2: Weaving and Dyeing Street
Option 3: The Textile Museum
Option 4: The Embroidery Museum
Option 5: None of the above
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Option 1: The Mountain Village
Lyra City is surrounded by mountains, and tucked away in one of those peaks is a settlement famous for its textiles called Zeng Village.
The village is home to many skilled artisans, and their clothing patterns are rich with folk heritage. It’s even said that the figures they worship in their local rituals are tied to the craft of weaving.
Since the trek into the mountains is quite long, I had already planned to spend several days researching there. It seemed best to just start with the hardest part first.
You: Sariel, let’s go to Zeng Village first. We should get the difficult stuff out of the way.
When I mentioned the name, a ripple of emotion, so faint it was almost imperceptible, flickered in Sariel’s eyes. But when I blinked, he had already returned to his usual calm self.
You: Did I imagine that...?
Sariel: What are you waiting for? Our ride is here.
You: Oh, right. Coming.
After several more hours of bumping along the winding mountain roads, we finally reached the tiny village as evening began to fall. Despite its remote location, the village’s reputation preceded it; groups of tourists were already scattered both inside and outside the settlement.
A double-panel embroidery hung from a vertical pole at the entrance of the village, stitched with the lines: "The embroidery finished, she places it in the spring garden, luring the orioles down from the willow branches." Yet, the pattern beneath the words depicted spears and shields.
You: This is such a strange combination. Why would lines praising the beauty of embroidery be paired with weapons of war?
You: Sariel, do you know why?
When there was no response for a long while, I turned my head in confusion, only to find Sariel staring blankly at the embroidery. I waved my hand in front of his eyes.
You: Sariel? Do you really like this piece?
Sariel seemed to snap back to reality. He brushed my hand aside, his voice flat.
Sariel: No.
You: Then do you know why the text and imagery are paired like this?
Sariel: This was once an ancient battlefield. Such a pairing is only natural.
He even knew that! I had done plenty of homework before coming, but none of the materials had mentioned anything about a battlefield. I looked at him with eyes full of admiration.
Sariel: Why are you looking at me like that?
You: You’re just so knowledgeable, Sariel. You really are the gold standard I’m striving for!
A faint flush of crimson tinted the tips of his ears, glowing with a golden-red outline in the evening light.
Sariel: Ridiculous.
He took a long stride forward, clearly ready to leave, but I hurried to cut him off and held up my camera.
You: We're already here, and the sunset is absolutely gorgeous. Let's take a photo together.
Sariel: Not interested.
You: Sariel, Director, could you please give me a response longer than four words? Just once, I’m begging you!
He let out a helpless sigh and took the camera from my hands, gesturing for me to go stand over there.
Sariel: If you want a souvenir, a photo of yourself is more than enough.
In truth, rather than just checking a destination off my list, I wanted to capture a memory shared with him. But since we were staying in the village for a few days, I knew there would be other chances. The fact that Sariel was offering to take my photo at all was already a rare win.
With that in mind, I stood before the embroidery. To match the classical atmosphere of the work, I purposefully kept a straight face.
Sariel: ......Where is that signature silly grin of yours?
You: What do you mean, signature silly grin?! Don't give it a weird name. I don't smile in every single photo I take.
Sariel: Enough. Just smile.
Sariel: A photo without that grin doesn't look like yours. It won't have any sentimental value.
I actually burst into a laugh at that. Was he... joking with me? Only Sariel could deliver a joke so subtle it was almost invisible.
Click—the camera's red light flashed.
Sariel: There. Finished.
I took the camera back from Sariel, and our fingers brushed briefly. His skin felt strangely cold.
His hands were usually so warm, and the weather wasn't even chilly... Could he be feeling unwell?
I glanced at his profile, searching for any sign of distress, but he looked perfectly normal.
You: Sariel, if you aren't feeling well, you have to tell me. We can take a break and rest up first.
Sariel blinked, seemingly on the verge of saying something before he swallowed the words and reached out to pat the top of my head.
Sariel: You worry too much.
We continued our tour of the village. Every household had decorated their doorways with exquisite, unique pieces of weaving and embroidery. I was so busy alternating between gasping in awe and snapping photos that I was practically a whirlwind of activity.
By the time I snapped out of it, I realized my massive suitcase had somehow found its way back into Sariel's hand.
Flushed with embarrassment, I spotted a building that looked like an inn just ahead and reached out to grab his arm.
You: W-we should probably drop the luggage off first!
Sariel gave a soft huff and shoved the handle back into my hand.
Sariel: I’m surprised you even remembered this thing existed.
You: ......
You: So petty.
After dropping off our luggage and booking two separate rooms, I struck up a conversation with the owner at the front desk.
You: Excuse me, what are the must-see spots around the village?
Sariel wore a look of faint disapproval.
Sariel: Already so eager to run out and play?
You: The sights in this village are bound to be related to textile crafts. If you don't believe me, want to bet?
Sariel turned away, his lips silently forming the word "tedious."
The owner was a warm, middle-aged woman. Hearing my question, she set aside her work and pulled out a pen to sketch a map for me.
Owner: Here, if you follow this path, you’ll find the ancient tree. It’s massive—it takes six or seven people to wrap their arms around it. You can't miss it.
Owner: If you head west for another few dozen meters, you'll find the Xizhi Temple. It’s very powerful; it houses the sacred object of our village.
You: Powerful? What do people usually pray for there?
The owner glanced at Sariel standing beside me and covered her mouth as she let out a soft laugh.
Owner: If the two of you go together, you’ll understand.
My interest and curiosity were completely piqued. I tugged at Sariel’s sleeve and showed him the map.
You: Let’s go check out this temple, okay?
Sariel looked at the paper I pushed toward him. When his gaze swept over the name "Xizhi," he paused.
That look was familiar. He had spaced out several times today, each time looking as if he had traveled to some incredibly distant place and couldn't quite find his way back.
Was he really feeling unwell? But he’d insisted he was fine. After a moment's thought, I tried to ask tentatively.
You: Are you sure you don't want to rest first? I can handle the research on my own.
Sariel: Did I say I wasn't going? Let's go.
With that, he took the lead and walked out the door.
The setting sun poured through the narrow doorway of the inn. He strode into those golden-orange rays, his tall, upright figure almost disappearing into the light.
A sudden, inexplicable wave of panic surged through me. I rushed to his side and instinctively grabbed his slender fingers.
You: Wait for me!
Sariel seemed startled. He looked down at our intertwined hands. But this time, he didn't brush me off. Instead, he shifted his grip, lacing his fingers through mine.
Sariel: Who said I wasn't waiting for you?
Following the route the owner had sketched out, we found the temple with ease.
The exterior appeared somewhat dilapidated; the wooden doors were webbed with cracks and overgrown with thick moss and creeping vines.
Nearby, an old man napped in a rattan chair—likely the temple’s caretaker.
Inside, however, the scene was one of bustling devotion. The altar was crowded with offerings, and a few villagers and tourists were offering prayers to an object resting upon a velvet cushion.
It was a strip of felt with thin cords attached to either side. It appeared to be made of tanned leather, with three thin metal plates sewn onto the surface.
The pattern on the fabric featured an epiphyllum flower in full, wild bloom, its petals lush and curling, with a single butterfly perched atop them.
The embroidery was incredibly lifelike—just like the poem at the village entrance described: "The embroidery finished, she places it in the spring garden, luring the orioles down from the willow branches."
I stepped closer for a better look and noticed a sheet of white paper posted on the pillar to the left of the altar, covered in bold characters.
You: This temple enshrines the Epiphyllum Necklace, a treasure passed down from ancient times.
You: Lovers who pray here shall be granted peace in this life and never be parted.
I see... it’s probably written for tourists like us. No wonder the owner said we’d understand once we got here. It’s just... she seems to have misunderstood our situation.
I looked at the word lovers, then at Sariel standing silently beside me, and felt my face begin to heat up.
However, while his gaze was also fixed on the necklace, he didn't look like he was admiring it. Instead, he looked surprised... and even a little lost?
In the blink of an eye, his expression returned to normal. A strange sensation stirred in my heart, but it vanished before I could catch it.
Just then, a couple who looked like newlyweds walked in. Dressed in bright red wedding robes, they posed in front of the Epiphyllum Necklace while a photographer snapped their picture.
They were so intimate, their laughter and cheerful chatter drifting into my ears.
You: How lovely...
I gave my hand a small squeeze to encourage myself and resolved to look at Sariel.
You: Sariel, let’s take a photo together this time.
You: Even the owner said this is the village treasure. It wouldn't hurt to get a little good luck, right?
Sariel was staring intently at the white paper on the pillar. He must have seen the description, so I hurried to explain.
You: Um, don’t read too much into it. It just said it grants peace in this life, so we—
Sariel: I don't believe in such things.
You: Eh?
He shifted his gaze from the paper, letting it rest on my face for a fleeting moment.
That single look sent a chill through me. His eyes seemed to lose their focus, looking right through me toward somewhere very far away.
I looked back at the Epiphyllum Necklace. It was exquisitely crafted and possessed an ancient, simple beauty. Even without the legends, it was a stunning piece of art.
I walked over to Sariel’s side, shook his arm, and gave him my most pitiful look.
You: Then just think of it as taking a photo with an ancient artifact. Look at how intricate the embroidery is; it’s so rare!
Sariel: Do you really want a photo with it that badly?
You: Not with it—with you. Director! This is my once-in-a-lifetime...
I stopped mid-sentence, suddenly remembering this was already my ninth once-in-a-lifetime request. I shut my mouth, feeling awkward.
The fog in Sariel's eyes cleared slightly. He seemed to remember our conversation from a few days ago, and a ghost of a smile flickered across his face.
Sariel: This isn't a necklace. And it has no power to protect anyone.
The sudden statement left me completely baffled.
If it isn't a necklace, then what is it? How does Sariel know? And why would he say something like that so out of the blue?
As I stood there dazed, a voice spoke up from behind us.
??: This young man has quite an eye. It truly isn't a necklace. Though, you’re wrong to say it has no power to protect.
??: This village has worshipped it for over a hundred years. How can you say something that everyone here believes in has no power?
I turned around to see the old man who had been napping outside. I hadn't even noticed him walk in.
You: Grandpa, if you say it isn't a necklace, then what is it?
Old Man: As for what it is... doesn't the young man beside you already know? You should just ask him.
I looked at Sariel, my eyes full of questions. His lips were pressed into a tight line, and he didn't say a word. The sharp silhouette of his profile seemed shrouded in a heavy, somber atmosphere.
I had almost never seen him look like this. Sariel was always so certain, so brilliant—everything was always under his control. What was happening?
Old Man: Since the young man won't speak, I suppose this old man will have to. This necklace...
Sariel: It isn't a necklace. It's an unfinished archery bracer.
Sariel finally spoke. The end of his sentence echoed through the temple before slowly fading away.
Sariel: There should have been finger tabs attached to the ends of those three metal plates.
You: An archery bracer? So it’s an ancient weapon of war?
Old Man: The young lady is right. This is the Xizhi Temple—"Xi" for the thread, and "Zhi" for the halberd. It is indeed related to the spears and shields of the battlefield.
Old Man: It’s just that people later on forgot the original meaning. Based on the pattern, they started calling it the Epiphyllum Necklace.
Old Man: To survive the fires of war only to be given the meaning of a love-token... I doubt the original owner would even recognize it by that name.
He spoke the last sentence with significant weight. But if this thing really was a bracer, there was still one question—
You: Why would a piece of war equipment have a pattern of epiphyllums and butterflies? That doesn't seem right...
Old Man: Well now, this old man wouldn't know the answer to that. I’m afraid only this young man here could tell you.
Leaving us with those words, he chuckled, clapped his hands together, and turned to walk out.
I’d had the feeling from the start that he seemed to recognize Sariel, and now that feeling was stronger than ever.
An ancient battlefield, an archery bracer, epiphyllums, Sariel’s strange behavior... all of it tangled into a mess in my mind.
I instinctively turned to Sariel for answers, just like I did every time I hit a wall at work.
You: Sariel, how did you know it was a bracer and not a necklace? Have you seen something like it before?
You: And that old man said only you could explain what the pattern means.
You: Do you actually know him?
I realized I was asking way too many questions and rubbed the tip of my nose in embarrassment.
But Sariel didn't answer. To my surprise, he didn't mock me for my incessant chattering either.
The sky outside had gradually darkened. In the dim, shadowed temple, I couldn't quite make out his expression, but I could just barely see that he was terrifyingly pale.
I couldn't help but take his hand. He didn't pull away, but he didn't squeeze back either; it was as if he were simply too exhausted to find the strength.
You: Sariel, could you please—
Could you please just say something?
Sariel: Perhaps you could try being quiet for a moment.
Sariel: You're being far too noisy.
That night, I found it impossible to sleep, even as the hours ticked past midnight. Every time I closed my eyes, Sariel’s face appeared before me.
It felt as if something in a distant, invisible place was pulling at him. No matter how hard I tried to tether him to the present, to my side, I always seemed to fall just short.
I couldn't bring myself to ignore it. My intuition told me that this village and Sariel shared some deep, inseparable connection.
Yet, he refused to say a word to me...
A wave of bitterness washed over me. I rolled out of bed and stepped outside to let the night breeze clear my head, telling myself to stop overthinking everything.
You: But... it's about him...
You: How am I supposed to just let it go?
Before I realized it, I had walked all the way back to the Xizhi Temple. Staring at the weathered wooden doors and remembering the events of the day, I felt drawn inside as if by some strange force. If I could just get one more look at that bracer, maybe—
To my surprise, the moment I pushed open the ajar door, the flicker of firelight met my eyes.
A man stood before the bracer, holding a candle in one hand while pouring some kind of liquid over it with the other. The faint scent in the air smelled like... oil?!
He was trying to burn the bracer? I didn't have time to think; the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
You: What are you doing?!
I stood far back by the threshold, keeping my distance. If he tried to attack, I wanted enough time to react and run. The man, however, only gave a bleak, hollow laugh.
Man: What am I doing? I’m simply ridding this village of a curse.
You: A curse?
Man: This "Epiphyllum Necklace"... my wife prayed to it every single day. And the result? She fell gravely ill. She won't last two months.
Man: The more devout you are, the worse your end. If this isn't a curse, then what is it?
He wasn't shouting, but he was clearly unstable. The hand holding the candle trembled so violently it looked like he might drop it at any second. Drops of wax slid down, hardening on the altar.
He must be a local. Whether it was a bracer or a necklace, the old man had said this object had been enshrined here for centuries; I couldn't just stand by and let it be destroyed.
Besides, it seemed to be connected to Sariel.
I was frantically trying to think of something to say to calm the man down when a familiar voice rang out.
??: Burn it.
??: It was always a curse. Turning to ash is the only end it deserves.
You: Sariel?!
The silhouette outside was draped in faint moonlight, surrounded by a soft, blurred halo. Why was he here? And what did he mean by that?
You: How... how did you get here?
Sariel walked to my side. I caught a trace of lingering worry in his eyes, but his tone remained cold.
Sariel: I should be asking you that.
Sariel: It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing wandering around a place you don't know?
Before I could respond, the sound of roaring flames filled the air.
You: Oh no—
The candle flame had already ignited the oil-soaked cushion. The bracer flickered amidst the fire, the charred black edges of the fabric beginning to spread.
Sariel watched it with a calm expression. I tried to read his gaze; it looked like relief, but beneath the surface, a dark current seemed to be surging.
Just as the tongues of fire were about to swallow the bracer whole, he looked away slightly. In the blink of an eye, as if remembering something, he forced himself to turn back and stare at the scene.
But that one movement was enough to confirm it for me—
I grabbed a wooden staff from the corner and thrust it into the fire, desperately shoving the burning bracer away from the flaming cushion.
In the chaos, I knocked over a pile of stacked offerings. I didn't have time to dodge; they were about to come crashing down right on top of me.
A powerful hand gripped my arm, pulling me to safety just in time. The offerings fell and scattered everywhere, rolling across the floor to my feet.
It was Sariel—
I was about to thank him when I saw the man staring blankly at the bracer on the ground, which was no longer burning. Panic flared in my chest; I scrambled to pick it up and clutched it tightly in my hand.
In that instant, a tidal wave of emotion swept over me.
A chorus of laughter and voices tangled together in my mind. I couldn't distinguish the words, but they were all saturated with intense, beautiful hopes and dreams.
Then, a sudden wave of agony hit me—heart-wrenching pain, yet not sharp. It felt like being struck repeatedly by something wrapped in heavy, filthy rags. My head felt like it was going to split open, and my legs went weak—
And then, beneath all the joy and pain, peeling back the layers of time like the rings of a tree, I sensed a familiar presence. It was surreal and haunting, drifting between near and far—
A faint scent of white sandalwood.
My arm was pulled firmly, and I was drawn into a solid, warm embrace.
Sariel: Do you have any idea what you were doing?!
Sariel: Do you have a death wish?
I had heard his cold sarcasm and his harsh criticisms before, but I had never heard his voice sound so purely angry.
I had no words to answer him. I could only hold up the singed bracer so he could see it.
You: Sariel, this isn't a curse...
You: I felt it—
The scent of sandalwood, filled with expectation, longing, and protection, was buried in the deepest memories of this object.
How could such feelings, such an aura, ever be a curse?
Sariel: You—
The arm wrapped around my back tightened, gripping me so hard it almost hurt.
??: The young lady is right. This bracer is no curse.
??: Besides, it is high time it was returned to its original owner.
I forced myself to turn my head from Sariel’s iron grip and gasped. It was the old caretaker from the temple.
The old man was smiling at us. The man from before was slumped beside him, and the fire on the cushion and altar had been extinguished.
Old Man: It’s a good thing these old bones arrived when they did, otherwise I'm not sure this temple would have survived the night.
He looked at the archery bracer in my hand.
Old Man: It seems he still doesn't want it. Young lady, I'll have to trouble you to keep it safe for now.
I stared at him blankly, then looked up at the person he called the "original owner."
Sariel: What is your goal here?
The old man was silent for a moment, then gave a composed smile.
Old Man: I have no goal.
Old Man: You old fox, I’m not like you. It’s a rare thing to run into an old friend in a foreign land, yet you won't even say hello.
With that, he turned and walked away. For a fleeting second, two antlers seemed to shimmer through his white hair.
It took a long while for me to snap back to reality. I looked around at the absolute mess left behind.
Sariel was kneeling at my feet, inspecting several cuts on my left leg.
You: Hiss—it hurts.
The altar table was ancient, and the wood had splintered into sharp shards. In my frantic rush to save the bracer from the fire, I must have been badly scratched.
I hadn't felt a thing during the crisis, but now my leg felt throbbing and numb. The bloodstains were a startling sight.
Sariel’s cool fingers pressed gently around the wounds.
Sariel: No splinters left inside.
Sariel: If you know it hurts, try thinking before you act next time.
You: There wasn't exactly time to think...
Sariel: Let’s go back.
He suddenly turned his back to me and knelt down. Is he... going to carry me? I hesitated.
Sariel: What are you waiting for? Do you plan on hopping back on one leg?
I looked at the broad back beneath Sariel’s pristine white suit and carefully leaned against him.
The night was still deep outside, and everything was silent except for the sound of Sariel’s footsteps.
I clutched the slightly charred bracer. The metal plates had cooled down now, and the sharp pain of them pressing into my palm was vivid.
Now that the adrenaline had faded and the joy of being treated so gently had settled, the reason I couldn't sleep earlier still remained.
You: Sariel, you made this bracer, didn't you?
Sariel: .........
You: Why... why do you think it’s a curse?
As expected, there was no answer.
I grew bold enough to bury my face in the crook of his neck.
You: I wish you would just tell me.
You: I really want to know everything about you...
But suddenly, the image of Sariel’s hollow gaze and his ice-cold hands from earlier flashed through my mind. For him, this memory was—
You: ...Actually, never mind.
My conflicted feelings were like a knot I couldn't untie. A soft sigh brushed past my ear.
Sariel: It was a gift handmade by a young general. It was meant for the person who fought by his side, so it could stay with them in his place.
Sariel: But before it was finished, the person it was meant for was gone.
Sariel: That is all.
His voice was flat, without even a hint of a tremor.
For a moment, the air seemed to stand still.
I had finally received the answer I wanted so badly, but why didn't I feel even a shred of joy? The heavy stone on my heart shattered into a thousand grains of sand, grinding into my skin until it bled.
That wasn't just "all."
How many years had passed since then? Sariel must have been in so much pain that he still couldn't let it go, even now.
And me? Why was I so caught up in my own worries and anxieties that I selfishly forced him to talk about it?
And why was I still wondering who that person was? What kind of person were they, to make Sariel want to be by their side forever?
My arms instinctively tightened around his chest and neck, hugging him close. My eyes stung with heat. I tried my best to keep my voice from shaking too hard.
Sariel, I'm so sorry...
You: I wish I hadn't insisted on coming here. Then none of this would have happened...
You: It’s been such a long time... please don't be sad anymore... don't be sad...
How could I even try to comfort him? I was just repeating useless words of regret over and over.
The night breeze blew a stray lock of hair against my face, bringing with it words that sounded like a weary sigh.
Sariel: You silly girl.
Before going back to my room, I pressed the bracer into Sariel’s hands.
You: I can feel it. There are so many hopes and blessings woven into this. It must have brought so much happiness to so many people.
You: Sariel, this is something you created. It could never be a curse.
Even after I closed my door, I could still feel the weight of his gaze lingering on me. Under any other circumstances, I can only imagine how happy that would have made me.
Over the next few days, the elderly Spirit caretaker of the temple asked me to create a replica of the Epiphyllum Necklace. After all, it was a vital source of spiritual support for the village, and it wouldn't do for it to simply vanish without a trace.
He likely assumed that the original bracer was still with me. Working from memory, I managed to recreate the necklace.
Sariel brought me rare medicinal herbs every day, claiming they were unique to the nearby mountains and that very few people could correctly identify them. They worked wonders, and the wounds on my leg healed rapidly.
He also brought over research notes written in a graceful, powerful script. Having only ever seen him sign his name on printed documents, I couldn't help but stare at the pages over and over.
Now that I’ve mostly recovered, today is the day we’re set to return to Guangqi City. But there is still one thing left to do...
The man from that night had collapsed on the spot, and with a gravely ill wife waiting for him at home, I wouldn't be able to rest until I checked on them.
You: Sariel, could you wait for me at the inn for a bit?
You: I want to go visit the man we met at the temple that night. He...
Sariel: I'm going with you.
You: It’s okay, really. It doesn't hurt to walk anymore.
However, Sariel had already moved to my side. He took hold of my arm, silent yet utterly brook no refusal.
But when we reached the door, he refused to go inside.
Sariel: I'll wait for you out here.
I nodded and knocked on the door.
Woman: Please, have a seat. I’m not well, so I’m afraid I can’t get up to greet you properly. I’m so sorry.
Woman: Thanks to you two, he didn't end up doing something he'd regret.
The woman was terribly thin from her illness, lying in bed with a soft, recurring cough. Her husband sat beside her, looking both ashamed and worried, his eyes rimmed with red.
You: He was just... he cares about you so much.
The woman managed a gentle smile as she looked at her husband.
Woman: Then after I’m gone, you must go to the Epiphyllum Necklace and pray for our fate, so that we can be husband and wife again in the next life.
Woman: As for this life, having spent all these days with you... I’m already content.
The man’s muffled sobs were almost too painful to hear, so I stood up to say my goodbyes. The woman nodded.
Woman: May you two lead a peaceful life together and grow old side by side.
I didn't know how to respond, so I simply gave a small nod.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she reached out to wipe the tears from her husband's face.
Woman: Although, I’ve heard that young man's hair is already white to begin with.
All three of us burst into a small laugh. She possessed a kind of inner strength that couldn't help but touch everyone around her.
At the station, Sariel led me to a cafe in the plaza and placed a cappuccino in front of me.
Sariel: I'll go get the tickets.
I watched his figure recede, looking so out of place as he joined the long queue. It felt surreal.
This research trip had been a complete mess. It felt as if so much had changed, and yet, as if nothing had changed at all.
Except, I had never been more vividly aware of the chasm that exists between Sariel and me.
Ten years ago, when I saw Sariel on a broadcast of a major fashion show, he looked exactly like this. Ten years have passed, and he remains the same. In another ten years, I imagine he won't have changed at all.
By contrast, ten years from now, I will surely be very, very different.
Just how long is his lifespan? It’s probably hard to even imagine. And what am I to him, in the context of a life so vast?
If I were to leave one day, would he remember me? Would he miss me? Would he feel any pain?
I don't want him to suffer, and yet... I don't want to be forgotten.
The thoughts I’d had that night seemed so hollow now. Even if we hadn't come here on this trip, would anything truly have changed regarding the things weighing on his heart—the things standing between us?
Suddenly, a soft tapping on the glass beside me broke the silence.
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to see a familiar silhouette standing outside the window.
Sariel held one hand in a mid-knock position, the other tucked behind his back. He stood with his head slightly bowed, gazing deeply at me.
It was as if he had stepped straight out of a beautiful dream. Standing there against the light, the sun draped over his silver-white hair and shoulders like a hazy, dazzling veil of golden silk.
Beside the window, nameless pink flowers were in full bloom, their fragrance adorning this half-real, half-dreamlike scene.
Sariel gazed at me, looking as though he had been watching me for a long time—taking in all my despondency, my confusion, and all those emotions I didn't dare speak aloud.
His smile was faint, flickering behind the shimmering reflections on the glass.
As our eyes met, his thin, pale lips moved slightly, slowly forming four words.
I tried my best to decipher them... Was he saying "Daydreaming again?" or maybe "You look stupid"...?
I didn't have the ability to read lips; I could only vaguely tell it was some sort of jab at my expense. But even that was enough. All I wanted to cherish was this—our usual, everyday routine.
While I was still dazed, Sariel drifted into the shop with effortless grace.
He stopped by the table and placed something in front of me—a delicate little box tied with a silver ribbon.
I looked up at him, puzzled. I couldn't tell if it was because he’d been walking in the sun for too long, but his face was slightly flushed.
Sariel: Open it.
You: Now? What is it? Why so sudden...
Sariel: Why do you always have so many questions?
He urged me on with his eyes, so I carefully untied the ribbon.
When I saw what was inside, I couldn't help but gasp.
You: This is the—!
Lying in the box was that very same archery bracer. The only difference was that it was now a finished piece; three leather finger tabs had been neatly sewn onto the metal plates.
Sariel: It is.
Sariel: I found some time over the last few days to finish it.
With that, he let out a laugh so soft it was barely audible.
Sariel: It’s been a long time since I’ve made a bracer. I’m actually a bit out of practice.
Sariel: Give me your hand.
My head was still spinning, but I obediently offered him my wrist.
He cradled my hand, his movements gentle as he slid the fabric on for me.
His expression was tender and solemn. His pale lashes were lowered in concentration, trembling slightly like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.
Sariel: There.
I raised my hand, staring at it in disbelief. The fit was perfect—it felt as if... it had been tailor-made just for me.
Sariel: It looks much more vibrant on your hand than it did being worshipped in a temple.
Sariel: It’s yours now.
The felt fabric was light and soft, yet the weight of what I held seemed to grow heavier by the second.
You: Am I... really allowed to keep this?
Sariel: Why wouldn't you be?
You: I’m not the original owner...
Sariel: Use your ability to feel it.
You: Eh?
Sariel: Your ability, silly.
I had felt that heart-wrenching pain before...
I looked up, seeing my own reflection mirrored in Sariel’s golden eyes. As if under a spell, I nodded.
Closing my eyes, a warm sensation rose from my fingertips—
You: Hm?
Ripples spread out like a painting unfolding. Wherever the water touched, the faint sorrow vanished into thin air. In its place, I felt the smile of a girl—one like a spring breeze, capable of nurturing all living things.
A powerful sense of familiarity surged through me, but just as I reached out to feel more, everything vanished.
Only that one momentary sensation remained vividly clear.
Sariel: Do you understand now?
I slowly opened my eyes and gave a firm nod.
You: I’ll cherish it. I’ll cherish it so, so much.
Sariel: That won't be necessary. It was born to protect its owner.
Sariel: As long as you are safe and sound, you’ve done right by it.
I was about to say "I’ll remember that," but he took hold of my hand once more.
Under my startled gaze, he unfurled my fingers and slowly raised them to his cheek.
His eyes were closed, which was the only reason I dared to keep mine open.
The skin against my palm was warm and soft. Sariel simply tilted his head slightly, leaning against my hand in silence, as if he were taking a short rest.
I fought back the urge to cry.
He must have traveled such a long road to finally reach my side today.
And this bracer was like a promise, connecting his endless past to my present.
The girl's hand trembled slightly. Sariel could feel it; the leather of the bracer brushed softly against his cheek.
He had worked on this piece very slowly, but not because he was out of practice. He was looking at the mountains and clouds, the water and the moon of the past. They had entangled him like a long, unending nightmare.
Then he had turned his head and saw the girl leaning against the glass window with a dazed expression.
She was here. The nightmare could finally end.
—
Option 2: Weaving and Dyeing Street
You: I heard the Weaving and Dyeing Street here is really unique, with all sorts of different dyeing methods. Why don't we start there?
Sariel nodded, and we began walking toward the Weaving and Dyeing Street in the center of the city.
Weaving and Dyeing Street was lined with a multitude of shops. They didn't just sell fabric; many offered hands-on dyeing workshops for tourists to observe and enjoy. The entire street was buzzing with energy.
As we walked, I spotted a dyehouse in the distance with vibrant, beautiful fabrics hanging by the entrance. It was exceptionally crowded.
Greedy Owner: Come see the most authentic ancient botanical dyeing for yourselves!
Greedy Owner: This method was invented a thousand years ago by a legendary figure named Qi. It’s incredibly mysterious—you won't find it anywhere else!
Sariel stopped in his tracks. Was he actually interested in ancient dyeing techniques? Curious, I stepped forward to ask.
You: Excuse me, what exactly is this dyeing process like? Could you tell us a bit about it?
As I spoke, I scanned the samples on display, trying to decide which color I’d want to try later. To my surprise, the owner strode over and moved to shoo us away.
Greedy Owner: What do you think you’re looking at! Haven't you ever heard of "cash for goods"? Which shop sent you? You think you can just talk us out of our secret formula?
I stumbled back a step, about to defend myself, when Sariel spoke up first.
Sariel: Every piece of fabric you have hanging out here is chemically dyed.
Sariel: Are you forbidding people from looking? Or are you just afraid to let them?
The owner let out a cold sneer, showing absolutely no guilt at being exposed.
Greedy Owner: So what if they’re chemical? Do you really think botanical dyes can produce colors this vivid?
Greedy Owner: Business is booming, and there's nothing you can do about it!
His arrogant attitude was incredibly grating. I was about to step forward and argue, but Sariel caught me by the arm.
Sariel: Don't waste your breath on him. Let’s go.
I swallowed my words, though I couldn't help but glare at the man one last time as we left.
Sariel placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me forward.
Thankfully, that owner was just an outlier. The street was filled with genuine botanical dyehouses, their windows and doorways draped with authentic works. Fabrics fluttered in the breeze, and the air was thick with the faint, earthy scent of plants.
Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out from above.
??: Look out!
I looked up, only to see a cloud-like shadow plummeting toward us—
A massive sheet of white gauze unfurled in the air like a translucent mist, converging right over Sariel.
Then, with a gentle flutter, the white gauze settled over him, draping him completely.
He blinked slowly, looking a bit dazed, and raised a hand to try and lift the veil from his eyes.
The semi-transparent fabric cast a hazy glow over his sharp features, softening his usual cold and piercing expression.
The white gauze was trimmed with gold, and against his silver hair and white clothes, there was a strange sense of harmony—as if it were always meant to be there. In that moment, he looked absolutely... divine.
I never imagined Sariel would ever sport a look like this. The sight was so striking that I found myself reaching for my phone instinctively, desperate to capture the moment.
Sariel realized what I was doing and his brow furrowed deeply. But the sheet of gauze was so massive that he couldn't push it aside with just one hand.
Taking advantage of the delay, I managed to sneak several photos before finally laughing and helping him break free from the light fabric's embrace.
As his face was revealed inch by inch once again, my heart skipped a beat. Even though I knew his features by heart, I was still completely floored by how stunning he looked.
But that stunning face was dominated by pure irritation just a second later.
Sariel: Whatever you just took, delete it.
You: Director Qi, please, have mercy! You looked amazing! Like, actual magazine cover material!
You: I just got a new spark of inspiration! Why does a bride have to wear a dress? Maybe a white suit paired with a veil is a whole new direction...
Sariel: You—
He only managed to get out one word before he choked on the rest, leaving only the sound of his slightly ragged breathing.
It was the first time I had ever seen Sariel so angry he was literally speechless. I couldn't stop laughing; as for how severe the consequences might be, I’d worry about that later.
A woman in a long linen skirt, leading a small boy by the hand, hurried toward us.
Gentle Shopkeeper: Hurry and apologize to the lady and gentleman. Haven't I taught you not to throw things from the balcony?
Little Boy: I'm sorry... I won't do it again.
I waved my hands quickly to show it was no big deal and knelt down to the boy’s level.
You: I'll let you in on a secret. Thanks to you, I got the best photo of my life today. Thank you.
Sariel: What was that?
You: Nothing, nothing! I was just telling him that he shouldn't throw things down anymore.
When I stood back up, I noticed the woman’s skirt was printed with all sorts of botanical patterns—vibrant, refreshing, and full of charm.
Seeing how captivated I was, she offered a warm introduction.
Gentle Shopkeeper: These were all made using our own botanical dyeing techniques. Our shop is right nearby; you’re more than welcome to come by and have some fun.
I looked at her skirt, already feeling tempted, and instinctively tugged on Sariel’s sleeve.
Sariel: You want to try it?
It was rare for him to make the suggestion before I even asked. I nodded eagerly.
You: I’d love to!
You: Besides, it’s clearly fate, given that white gauze earlier.
That last part, of course, I only dared to whisper.
This shop was right next door to the previous dyehouse. Once inside, the shopkeeper brought out several bolts of high-quality raw silk and laid them before us.
Gentle Shopkeeper: What kind of style were you two looking for? A solid color, or perhaps a gradient...?
Since it was a rare trip, I figured if we were going to do this, we should go for the most complex method possible.
If I could produce a unique fabric that far surpassed anything made with chemical dyes, it might just shut that other shop owner up. Two birds with one stone, I thought to myself.
You: To be honest, the gentleman with me is quite the expert. We’d like to try your most challenging dyeing technique.
Sariel shot me a look.
Sariel: And since when did I become an expert in dyeing?
You: Shh, I’m just trying to make her feel confident enough to let us try the hard stuff.
Gentle Shopkeeper: Haha! In that case, why not try the Thousand-Crimson Herb?
You: Thousand-Crimson Herb? What’s that?
Gentle Shopkeeper: It’s a plant that only grows in the mountains around here. The color it produces changes depending on the environment and the technique used.
Gentle Shopkeeper: They say it can produce a thousand different shades of red, which is how it got its name.
Gentle Shopkeeper: Long ago, there was a woman named Yan Hong who was the most skilled dyer in these parts.
Gentle Shopkeeper: She used the Thousand-Crimson Herb to create an incredibly brilliant, shifting water-red gradient.
Gentle Shopkeeper: Countless dyers have tried to replicate her skill since then, but no one has ever managed to produce a red that beautiful again.
As she spoke, she pulled out a conceptual restoration image. The water-red fabric in the picture had distinct layers and natural transitions, looking like the clouds at sunset—light, airy, and vivid.
You: Sariel, look! Isn't it gorgeous?
Sariel gave a slight nod. Knowing his usual hyper-critical standards, I knew that was a high compliment.
You: We'll use the Thousand-Crimson Herb. Are there any specific tricks to getting a red like that?
A hesitant smile crossed the shopkeeper's face.
Gentle Shopkeeper: Well, if such a trick had been passed down, why would everyone have failed to replicate Yan Hong’s work?
Fair point. My shoulders slumped in disappointment; I guess I’d just have to experiment on my own.
Gentle Shopkeeper: However, I have heard a certain legend.
You: Oh?
Gentle Shopkeeper: Legend has it that Yan Hong’s lover went hunting deep in the mountains and met a tragic end.
Gentle Shopkeeper: When she heard the news, she couldn't stop weeping. Her tears fell into the dye vat, and that is how she achieved that specific water-red.
Gentle Shopkeeper: I don’t know if the legend is true, but... perhaps tears really are the secret ingredient.
You: I can do that!
Sariel turned to look at me, his brow slightly furrowed in disapproval.
Sariel: You—
You: I want to try. I really love the color in that photo.
Sariel: I see absolutely no point in this. How could tears possibly change the chemical composition of the dye?
You: But what if it works and I don't try? I'll regret it forever!
Sariel stared at me in silence for a moment, his expression softening ever so slightly.
Sariel: Do as you wish. From the moment I met you, you’ve always been the type of fool who won't turn back until you hit a dead end.
I took that as a compliment and eagerly dragged him over to help prepare the dyes.
Standing over the vat, I watched as Sariel soaked the Thousand-Crimson Herb in salt water. He stirred it a few times, hummed in thought, and then added another spoonful of salt.
You: The shopkeeper already prepared this salt water. It should be the standard concentration for the dye...
Sariel: This batch of dried herbs has been sitting for a while. If you don't add more salt, the color won't bleed properly.
Sariel: Do you want any colors besides red?
You: Eh? We can do other colors?
Sariel: It’s easily done with over-dyeing. Did you leave everything you learned at school behind?
Of course I knew the history of dyeing, but most of those techniques were incredibly complex in a purely manual environment—some had even been lost to history entirely.
For a novice like me, pulling that off was pure fantasy. Does Sariel really know how to do everything?
I tentatively threw out a list of requests, from color-layering to printing patterns, even though I wasn't even sure of the steps myself. To my surprise, Sariel agreed to every single one.
Sariel: Anything else? At the rate you're going, this will take three days and three nights. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Sariel: You'll be the one stuck here watching the stove.
I hung my head in defeat.
You: Never mind... forget it.
You: Sariel, why are you so good at everything? Does living a long time just mean you learn every possible skill? Then I—
Sariel: Even if you learned it all, you’d probably forget most of it before long anyway.
You: ......
Finally, it was time for the most important step: adding the tears.
I pulled out my phone and found that one drama that always made me sob uncontrollably.
But maybe it was the environment, or maybe I’d just seen it too many times, because after watching the most emotional scene three times over, I didn't feel even a hint of a tear.
What else... Oh, right! Onions! I heard onions are an important ingredient in dyeing too, surely the shopkeeper has some...
Sariel: What are you looking for?
You: I’m looking for onions to help me cry.
Sariel's expression shifted from surprise to exasperation as he let out a sigh.
Sariel: Are you really that desperate to cry?
You: I’m a very emotional person, a few tears are nothing to me!
You: Besides, I used to help out the drama club back in school. I can cry on command—they used to call me the "Little Princess of Tragic Scenes."
A mocking glint appeared in Sariel's eyes. As I looked at him, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
You: Sariel, why don't you help me? If you take charge, I’m sure I’ll be able to do it.
Sariel: What do you mean?
You: You’ve made me cry with your scoldings before!
You: Those times you criticized my designs... I looked calm on the outside, but I’d go home and feel more and more upset the more I thought about it...
You: Anyway, if it’s you, you can definitely scold me until I cry. Go for it!
Sariel: ..........
For some reason, Sariel gave in quite easily. What started as my solo challenge had turned into a co-op mission.
We each grabbed a small stool and sat facing each other in the courtyard.
You: Sariel, you're being surprisingly cooperative today~
Sariel: Are you intentionally looking for a lecture?
You: I guess you could put it that way... I’m ready, start!
He frowned in thought for a moment before looking up. His golden eyes had turned sharp and stern.
Sariel: ......You are the most thick-headed designer I have ever met.
Sariel: Too many ideas, yet your technical skills are so poor that you’re practically incapable of realizing your own whimsical fantasies.
Sariel’s expression was dead serious. I swallowed nervously.
Sariel: Your ideals are lofty, but unfortunately, they are completely mismatched with your current level of ability.
Sariel: You try to learn everything you see without any discernment.
Sariel: Your own style and insights are so immature they aren't even worth mentioning.
Sariel: The only reason your work even passes review is because I am far too lenient with you.
I lowered my eyes, my fingers instinctively gripping the hem of my shirt. Sariel had promised to help me cry, so of course he was going to say the harshest things possible.
But... what if it was all true? No wonder Sariel almost never gave me a kind word at work...
Sariel: Your work habits are even worse. Artistic creation requires space; staying up all night like a martyr will only cause your inspiration to dry up faster.
Sariel: And you never stop pestering people with questions. You even show up at their homes?
Sariel: Do you think everyone spends every waking second on work like you do?
You: !!
Thinking back to all those weekends spent at Sariel's studio... had I been encroaching on his rest and his own creative time?
I wanted to do something to pay him back, but the gap in our abilities was so vast that most of the time I was just making more work for him.
If this kept up, he would eventually run out of patience, wouldn't he? Before that day came, would I ever be able to grow into someone worthy of standing by his side?
The thought filled me with an unbearable sense of unease and anxiety. A bitter, stinging sensation rose up, reaching my eyes and the bridge of my nose. The tears were right on the verge of falling.
Sariel seemed to catch a glimpse of me.
Sariel: ...Though your growth rate is, at the very least, noteworthy.
Sariel: And if you want to keep asking me those questions... I suppose it isn't entirely out of the question.
You: Eh?
You: Wait, Sariel, that’s not right! Say what you were saying before. Just two more sentences? One?
Sariel’s thin lips were pressed tight. It was clear he had no intention of saying another word. After a long silence, he gave a soft huff.
Sariel: Enough. This is pointless.
As he spoke, he lowered his gaze. Without that piercing look that seemed to see right through me, the tense atmosphere vanished instantly.
Sariel: I would much rather listen to you chatter about failing a dye job than watch you sit here weeping.
I sat there stunned for a moment before bursting into a laugh. Sariel avoided my gaze, his tone sour.
Sariel: What now?
You: Um... Sariel?
You: You know, saying something like "I don't want to see you cry" would make a girl much happier.
Sariel: Don't flatter yourself.
He stood up and turned his back to me. His voice was cold and harsh, but the tips of his ears had turned a subtle shade of red.
I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. Whether or not I could dye fabric with tears—or what the fabric even looked like—didn't seem to matter anymore.
Besides, with Sariel like this right next to me, how was I supposed to squeeze out a single tear?
Finally, it was time for the actual dyeing. I volunteered to take the raw silk and carefully submerged it into the dye.
You: Please turn out beautiful... please!
I put on my gloves and reached into the vat, slowly kneading the fabric so it would absorb the color evenly.
But I’d only been at it for a few seconds when I felt my rolled-up sleeve start to come loose, sliding down my forearm inch by inch...
You: Ah, Sariel—
Sariel: What is it now?
You: My sleeve! It’s going to fall in!
Sariel: Utterly clumsy.
Despite his words, he walked over and leaned down beside me, helping me roll up my right sleeve. But by the time he got to the left, it was a second too late.
Not only that, but I watched in horror as his own cuff dipped into the dye...
You: Sariel, your clothes!
Sariel: Just focus on what you're doing.
After that came the soaking, the fixing process, and the drying. A few hours later, the fabric had finally dried, revealing its true color...
Gentle Shopkeeper: Oh my goodness...
I stared at the fabric, speechless. The red was perfectly balanced and incredibly rich with variation, looking as if it still held a spark of life as it bled softly into the silk.
When the wind caught it, the colors seemed to flow—at times seductive, at times clear, and at times elegant.
It was every bit as good as the photo from before—no, it was better.
You: So you can get this color even without tears... Sariel, you really are amazing!
I took the fabric off the drying rack and held it up in the sunlight to admire it. Being closer to the main gate, I could hear the owner next door hawking his goods again.
Greedy Owner: Invented thousands of years ago by the legendary figure of the Qi family, and it's said his successor is none other than today's top designer...
The legendary Qi figure, the ancient botanical dyeing, and Sariel’s expert technique that only existed in ancient texts... the realization finally hit me.
You: Sariel, that "legendary Qi figure" wouldn't happen to be your ancestor, would he?!
He had appeared by my side at some point, his tone casual.
Sariel: I suppose your ability to connect the dots isn't entirely useless.
Sariel: I almost expected you to say that legendary figure was me.
Thinking about how cooperative Sariel had been during the whole process, I think I understood.
He was probably just as annoyed as I was. He wanted to use his superior skill to humiliate that owner who was using his name to scam people.
You: Sariel, you should have just told me.
Sariel: ?
You: If it was to defend the honor of your family name, I would have cried three vats' worth of tears without hesitation!
You: It's a good thing we did it without them. Should we go show that owner next door?
You: Show him what real botanical dyeing looks like.
Sariel stared at me. For some reason, I felt like he was about to burst out laughing. I tried to imagine it, and honestly, the thought was a little terrifying.
But in the end, he just reached out and tapped me on the head.
Sariel: You think I dyed this fabric just to defend some family honor?
You: Well, that had to be part of it...
You: This is your ancestral technique, after all... and you’ve always been so serious about anything related to design.
Sariel: I couldn't care less about any of that.
Sariel: I only did this with you because you looked so interested in it.
Sariel: This fabric was meant for you. There’s no need to show it to anyone else.
He took the crimson silk from my hands, shook it out, and draped it over my head.
Sariel: An eye for an eye.
You: Petty...
Feeling a bit self-conscious, I moved to lift the red silk from my head, but his hands came to rest gently against the sides of my face.
Through the thin, dense weave of the fabric, the world around me blurred, and I could no longer see Sariel’s expression. But I knew he was looking at me; his gaze felt warm.
Sariel: And I need you to understand... regardless of the reason.
Sariel: I do not want to see you cry.
My world was bathed in a magnificent red. Sariel's voice, filled with a rare earnestness, sounded so close and so incredibly clear.
The warmth from his palms seeped through the fabric, making my cheeks flush.
This is too much. If I’d known, I wouldn't have taught him that line. I thought to myself, my head spinning.
Before we left, I left a note in the suggestion book for Weaving and Dyeing Street, reporting the shop next door for their false advertising.
As we walked along together, I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye and couldn't help but laugh.
Sariel’s right hand was interlaced with my left, and on both of our cuffs, there was a faint, lingering smudge of red.
I lifted our joined hands and pressed our wrists together to show him.
You: Look! The two marks actually line up perfectly.
You: It’s like a little piece of me decided to run away from home and move onto your sleeve instead.
Sariel: Hmph. It certainly shares your talent for being shamelessly clingy.
Sariel: This is going to be incredibly difficult to wash out.
You: Then that’s perfect! We can keep it as a souvenir. Don't you think so, Sariel?
I turned my head just in time to see Sariel looking down at the red stain on his clothes, the sharp lines of his face softening into a remarkably gentle expression.
The few days of our research trip had come to an end all too quickly.
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Option 3: The Textile Museum
You: I’ve been taking a few courses on textile fabrics lately, and I’d love to visit the Textile Museum to broaden my horizons!
Once inside, we were greeted by a vast array of fabric displays, all arranged so that visitors could touch and experience them firsthand.
Damasks, gauzes, silks, satins, brocades, tapestries... I examined them one by one, marveling at the ingenuity of the ancient artisans who had created such materials.
I cradled a bolt of supple silk, running my fingers over it repeatedly, unable to bring myself to let go.
You: Wow! This feels incredible...
Sariel: You do realize you’re acting exactly like a preschooler right now?
You: It has nothing to do with being a child. Even adults can have skin hunger, you know.
Sariel: Ahem, what?
You: Ah... truly high-quality fabric gives a person the most primal sense of happiness. Skin hunger. Don't tell me you don't have it?
Sariel: I don't.
You: I don't believe you. Oh, right—I almost forgot you have fur.
You: Whenever you turn into a fox, do you just curl up and hug that big, fluffy tail of yours...?
Sariel: Keep your mouth shut. If you aren't here to learn, then leave.
You: Of course I want to learn! But with some of these blends, it’s impossible to guess which raw materials were used without checking the tag.
Sariel: Didn't you learn anything in school?
You: Well, I did, but this specific area is definitely one of my weak points...
Sariel: You have the nerve to admit you neglected your studies? Stop obsessing over design sketches all the time and actually master the basics.
Sariel: Let’s test you. What material is my coat made of?
You: Huh? Um... is there a prize if I get it right?
Sariel: Then don't bother answering.
You: Hey! No way! I’ll answer, I’ll answer.
You: Hmm... but can I touch it?
Sariel: You may only look.
You: Then you have to come closer.
You: A little closer, I can’t see the weave.
Sariel: ......Fine. Just touch it.
Sariel turned his head away awkwardly. The faint flush on the tips of his ears made me feel a bit self-conscious too.
Even though we were in public, just touching the shoulder area should be fine, right...?
With that thought in mind, I reached out my hand...
His Response 1
Sariel: Have you no shame?
Sariel: What exactly are you trying to do?
Sariel: Well? Do you have an answer yet?
The fabric of Sariel's coat was even smoother than it looked. As I continued to feel it, my original task was tossed to the back of my mind, and I began to lose myself in the texture of such high-end material.
You: Mmm... it’s so sleek and cool to the touch. It feels amazing...
Sariel: Ahem!!
You: I love this fabric so much. What am I going to do? I want a professional suit in this exact same material...
Sariel: To pair with bedhead and Crocs? That would be an absolute disaster.
You: Huh?
You: I only had bedhead and Crocs that one time because I overslept!
Sariel: You should reflect on why I happened to see you during that one and only time.
You: Hmm... It must be because you're constantly paying attention to me!
Sariel: Hmph. Watching a fool can be quite entertaining.
You: .......
Sariel: Enough. Your answer.
You: Uh...
Oh no... I was so lost in the texture that I forgot to actually analyze it!
You: Er... It’s definitely a blend...
Sariel: Masterful observation. Zero points. Pay attention.
He suddenly pulled my wrist toward him, lightly touching the cuff of my shirt. It took me a second to realize that he was analyzing my fabric, too.
Thank goodness I wore a decent outfit today and even put on perfume...
Still, I couldn't help but feel a little shy. The friction of the cuff against my wrist tickled, and I could feel the faint warmth of his fingertips through the fabric.
You: Um, hurry up and analyze it then...
Sariel: A cotton and ramie blend. It lacks structure, though it would make a decent lining.
You: What? My expensive shirt is only good for a lining?
Sariel: Weren't you the one who wanted a suit in the same material? If you don't want it, that’s fine; it saves me the trouble.
You: Ah, wait! I want it, I want it! Thank you, Director~
I followed Sariel with a grin as we headed deeper into the exhibition hall.
His Response 2
Sariel: I think you’re just trying to cause trouble.
Driven by a desperate thirst for knowledge, I didn't hesitate to reach out and touch it.
Sariel actually looked shocked for once as he grabbed my hand.
Sariel: What are you doing?
You: Feeling your fabric... You just said I could.
Sariel: You...!
Sariel was so annoyed the tips of his ears turned red, but since we were in public, he couldn't exactly blow up at me. I was originally going to play nice and apologize, but seeing him like this actually made me feel bolder.
You: I really wanted to study it. The fabric of your clothes looks incredibly high-quality!
Sariel let out a sigh, shrugged off his suit jacket, and tossed it right into my arms.
Sariel: Then hold onto it yourself. Feel it to your heart's content.
You: Oh...
The faint scent of sandalwood wafted up from the jacket, and I instinctively hugged it a little tighter.
Watching his back as he walked away, I wondered if he was the type to hold a grudge...
The few days of our research trip had come to an end all too quickly.
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Option 4: The Embroidery Museum
You: I heard the Embroidery Museum here is showcasing masterpieces from various stitching techniques, and you can even try it out yourself! I really want to go see it!
Sariel: As you wish.
When we arrived at the embroidery hall and finished touring the long corridor lined with masterpieces, I felt incredibly small realizing I had only mastered a few of the countless techniques on display.
You: Sariel, look! This stitch looks so classical. How on earth is it done?
Sariel gestured toward the workshop area not far away.
Sariel: Go sit over there. I am only demonstrating this once.
You: This is great! A private lesson from Director Qi himself!
Sariel: ...As if I haven't taught you before.
Overjoyed, I hurried to the workshop area and found a spot, sitting up straight and making sure I looked perfectly ready.
The faint scent of sandalwood rose from behind me as his figure draped over mine, his long, fair hands reaching forward from my side.
Sariel: First, sketch the pattern you want to embroider. Keep it simple.
Sariel: A fox does not have eyes that large. Nor does it have legs that long.
Sariel: How did I know it was a fox? What do you think?
Sariel: Fine, have it your way.
Sariel: Why are your hands shaking? You can't even thread the needle.
Sariel: Because I'm staring at you? Do I really put that much pressure on you?
Sariel: Then I'm leaving.
Sariel: Why are you tugging on me? There are children watching.
Sariel: I never noticed before, but your grip on the needle is all wrong.
Sariel: Is this how your teacher taught you?
Sariel: If you want me to teach you, change it now. It's irritating to look at.
Sariel: Yes, that's better. Insert the needle here, and pull it through from this side...
Sariel: Where exactly are you looking?
Sariel: If you’re more interested in my fingers than the embroidery, perhaps you should consider a career change.
Sariel: Now thread it through here once more...
Sariel: Mmm, not bad.
Sariel: But don't be so stiff. Your shoulders are like iron plates.
Sariel: Your patterns will only look vibrant if your posture is relaxed enough.
Sariel: Good. Let's try one more time.
Sariel: Hiss—
Sariel: It’s nothing.
Sariel: A tiny scratch like this doesn't require a tearful apology.
Sariel: I was the one who demanded you change your grip.
Sariel: Just consider it a sacrifice I made on your behalf.
Sariel: ...There's no need to blow on it.
Sariel: I said, there’s no need...
Sariel: That’s enough...
Sariel: It didn't even hurt to begin with.
Sariel: Lesson over. Did you learn it?
Sariel: Then show me a complete run-through.
Sariel: Mmm. Passable.
Sariel: Do you really like this stitch that much?
Sariel: Of course. I give my students nothing but the absolute best.
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Option 5: Do none of the above
You: I’m happy to go anywhere, as long as I’m with you!
Sariel: You really are quite the little tagalong.
It happened that the nearest attraction was a silkworm room open to the public, and we found ourselves wandering inside before we even realized it.
Inside, a few people who looked like students were trying their hand at silk reeling. They were boiling fresh cocoons in a pot before carefully drawing out the silk, thread by thread.
You: Wow, I can’t believe how strong and resilient the silk becomes after it's been boiled!
Sariel: Why don't you try it for yourself and find out?
After getting permission from the staff, the two of us fished out a few cocoons and began our attempt.
However, an hour passed, and together we had only managed to pull out one tiny spool...
You: This is exhausting! I can't do it anymore; I'm going cross-eyed.
You: Is this even enough silk to weave a hair ribbon?
Sariel: Are you joking? You’d be lucky if you could even braid a single string with that.
I dropped the half-unraveled cocoon in my hand and slumped down in front of Sariel with a pitiful expression.
You: Sariel, my neck hurts, my hands hurt, my arms hurt, my eyes hurt...
You: And I'm starving. Can we please go get something to eat?
Sariel: I suspect that last part was your main point all along.
I gave him a sheepish grin and pulled Sariel up as we headed out of the silkworm room together.
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[Jesse] Intermission Whispers (幕间诉愿) | Light and Night 光与夜之恋
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
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Recently, no matter where I went, I couldn't escape the promotional posters for the opera Hamlet.
After Jesse received the invitation to join the Hamlet tour, he suddenly asked me if there was anything that represented the character better than a crown.
Thinking of the role's intense contradictions and dramatic dualities, I had answered "a mask" without a second thought.
I never imagined that my simple suggestion would actually be adopted by the theater troupe.
On the massive backlit posters, more than half of Jesse’s face was covered by a mask, leaving only his melancholic eyes visible.
The contrast between his emerald pupils and the vivid crimson background was so striking that even passersby in a hurry couldn't help but steal a second glance.
An'an being a die-hard Jesse fan, would sigh in admiration every time we walked past, looking as though she desperately wanted to peel the poster right off the wall.
An'an: Ugh, why can't we just fast-forward to the final show already... I can't wait anymore!
You: Now that you mention it, why didn't you buy tickets for any of the earlier shows? I couldn't go because of overtime, but you don't have that problem.
An'an: Huh? Because the finale is the main event, obviously! Haven't you heard the rumors about the Guangqi Theater?
It was honestly the first I’d heard of it, so I just shook my head blankly.
An'an: The internet is obsessed with it!
An'an: They say for every hundred shows performed at Guangqi, the lead actor of that hundredth performance will find their true love.
You: For real?! That sounds like a total marketing stunt...
An'an: Who needs marketing when Jesse is the star? Every single show is already sold out.
An'an: Someone even put together a list of all the lead actors who’ve performed in a hundredth show there.
An'an: Every single one of them ended up with a peak career and a perfect marriage!
An'an: You know the big names like Zhou Yun and Li Yanfeng, right? They're both on the list!
You: So, is the final show Jesse is starring in this time actually the hundredth one?
An'an: Exactly! Doesn't it feel like we're about to witness a miracle? It’s so romantic!
You: It’s romantic, sure... but it still feels a bit too good to be true...
Noticing that I wasn't particularly sold on the idea, An'an quickly changed the subject.
The moment I got home, the phone in my bag buzzed, vibrating as if it had been perfectly timed.
I pulled it out to check—it was Jesse!
Jesse: Y/N, are you home yet? Or are you still stuck at work?
You: Ah, I just walked through the door.
You: What about you? Why are you calling so late? Is the tour going well?
Jesse: It’s going well, but—well—
You: Hmm? Did something happen?
Jesse: It’s just that a certain someone has been so busy lately that she hasn't had any time to come see me perform... Cough, cough!
I suddenly realized that his voice sounded different than usual; it was thick with a heavy nasal congestion.
You: Are—are you okay? Did you catch a cold?
Jesse: Cough cough... I'm fine!
Jesse: It’s just a minor bug. I’ll be back to normal after some rest.
His tone was intentionally upbeat, which only made it more obvious that he was trying to hide something.
You: Maybe you should get to bed early then? It’s already so late...
Jesse: But I wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep. Is that not allowed?
You: But... I heard an expert say that talking too much before bed can actually ruin your sleep quality.
Jesse: Well, I heard an expert say that failing to say what’s on your mind before bed leads to insomnia.
You: ...I'm guessing Dr. Xia just made that up on the spot.
You: Tell you what—I’ll give you two more sentences. After that, you have to go to sleep.
Jesse: That's it? At least give me three!
He let out a couple of dramatic, theatrical coughs. I could practically see him pouting and giving me those puppy-dog eyes.
You: Subtracting the sentence you just used, that leaves you with two.
Jesse: Ah?! No fair!
You: And that’s your last one.
Jesse: Then... you absolutely have to come to the final show! I'll give you... Cough cough...
You: Don't worry! I already managed to snag a ticket for the finale. I’ll definitely be there.
You: Now hurry up and get some rest. Goodnight.
Not wanting to take up any more of his rest time, I hung up the phone in a bit of a hurry.
I picked up the half-finished plush horse sitting by my bed and began to fiddle with it. The little black horse, topped with a tuft of orange mane, stared back at me silently.
You: When I saw this little pony design online the other day, I thought it matched Jesse perfectly for some reason.
You: I wonder if he’ll like this gift?
I picked up my needle and continued sewing.
The little black horse was dressed in a miniature version of Jesse’s Hamlet costume cape. The cartoonish style gave it endearingly chubby cheeks and limbs.
Rather than the Jesse of today, it reminded me more of how he looked as a little boy.
I fought through the fatigue until midnight, finally making the last stitch.
Cradling the one-of-a-kind little black horse in my hands, I started to imagine how he’d react when he saw it.
You: I hope his performance goes off without a hitch.
At that moment, I had no idea that on the day of the finale, a series of events would unfold that would catch me completely off guard.
An'an: Huh? But I bought this ticket straight from your official website! How can it not scan!
An'an stared at her ticket in disbelief, her face suddenly draining of all color.
An'an: Y/N, what’s today’s date again?
You: Hmm? It’s the 23rd.
An'an: I'm dead...
I quickly leaned in to help her double-check. But no matter how many times we looked, the "22nd" printed clearly on the ticket refused to turn into the 23rd.
An'an: I must have been clicking too fast when I was trying to grab it... I picked the wrong day...
An'an: This is the very last show. What am I going to do, Y/N...
Seeing An'an on the verge of tears, I clutched the ticket I had fought so hard to get, completely torn on what to do.
The ticket collector frowned without bothering to hide their annoyance, and the audience members lined up behind us were starting to grumble.
I gritted my teeth, made a split-second decision, and shoved my ticket into An'an’s hand.
You: Take my ticket and go in. I’ll figure something out!
An'an: What? But what about you?
You: Don't worry. I’m going to head over to the box office and check. Someone might have returned a ticket.
An'an: And if they haven't...?
Audience Member: What’s the holdup at the front? Why is this taking so long?
The restless crowd began craning their necks to see what was happening, causing An'an’s face to flush in embarrassment. I gave her a gentle, reassuring pat on the back.
You: Trust me, I have a way in.
An'an: Well... okay. I’ll head in and wait for you. Make sure you let me know as soon as you get inside!
You: I will, I will. Now go on.
I gave her a playful push and watched her pass through the gates. Once she was inside, I hurried over to the box office.
The result was exactly what I’d feared. For a show this popular, even the returned tickets had been snatched up long ago.
Left with no other choice, I opened my contacts and scrolled to Jesse’s name. My finger hovered over the screen, but I couldn't bring myself to press call.
You: He’s probably already backstage getting ready. There's no way he can step away right now.
I let out a soft sigh, which was apparently a signal for the nearby scalpers to swarm me with greasy smiles.
Scalper A: Hey there, little lady. Didn't manage to get a ticket?
Scalper B: What section are you looking for? I've got everything. Since it's almost showtime, I can give you a deal.
You: ...No thank you. I'm just waiting for a friend.
Scalper A: Ha! I just saw you send your friend inside. Did you lose your ticket?
Scalper B: Just buy a new one right here! This is Jesse’s final performance!
I shook my head and waved them off, feeling cornered. But then I remembered my promise to Jesse over the phone, and I hesitated.
You: Uh, but...
Scalper A: You’d better think fast, girl. I’ve got the best seats in the house. This is your last chance.
You: ..............
??: The best seats aren't in their hands.
A figure draped in a heavy black cloak pushed through the scalpers and stepped in front of me.
His entire face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, making it impossible to see his features. But his voice... it sounded incredibly familiar.
Scalper A: Who the hell are you? You trying to cut in on our turf?
??: Selling tickets right in front of the box office? I think you’re the ones ignoring the rules.
Scalper A: Why, you—!
??: Do I need to call someone to escort you out?
The scalpers hissed through their teeth and retreated with their ticket folders, leaving me alone with this mysterious person.
Beneath the edge of the pitch-black cloak, I caught a glimpse of a crimson, gold-embroidered costume—it was identical to the one on the little black horse I’d stayed up all night making!
It was the Hamlet costume!
You: Jes—mmph!
He quickly pressed his forefinger to my lips to silence me, then lifted a corner of his hood and gave me a wink.
Jesse: Shh—
You: What are you doing here?!
He didn't say a word, simply pointing at my glowing phone screen.
I looked down and saw that the call screen for Jesse was still active. I must have accidentally pressed it earlier...
You: Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for the stage?
Jesse: I am. That’s why we need to get back as soon as I pick you up.
As he spoke, he took my hand and led me toward the theater's back entrance, his grip firm as if he were afraid I might vanish.
You: But, my ticket...
Jesse: Don't worry about the ticket. I already had a seat reserved for you from the start.
You: Huh?!
Before I could process that, the crowds still waiting in line nearby turned their heads toward us, their eyes wide with surprise.
Audience Member A: Whoa, look at that guy's outfit. That’s a bit much, isn't it?
Audience Member B: Is it some kind of pop-up performance?
Audience Member A: Let's go check it out! We still have a while before the show starts anyway.
Audience Member B: Good idea! Let's go!
The restless crowd suddenly surged toward us. I looked at Jesse, panicked, and he immediately tightened his grip on my hand.
Jesse: Run!
Even as he said it, he carefully adjusted his pace to match mine. The wind whipped against my face, carrying with it that distinct, sun-kissed scent that belonged only to him.
We ran all the way through the back entrance and into the staff corridor, where the security guards finally managed to hold back the rest of the crowd.
It wasn't until we reached a secluded corner that Jesse threw back his hood, his shoulders shaking as he dissolved into fits of laughter.
Jesse: That was close! I thought for sure my cover was blown.
You: You're one to talk...
I reached out, intending to give him a playful flick on the forehead, but stopped when I saw heavy beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Looking closer, his complexion was noticeably paler than usual, and his lips looked as dry and parched as crumpled tissue paper.
Jesse: I had to do it, otherwise I wouldn't have made it back in time. Cough, cough...
You: Wait, you’re still not feeling better? Are you sure you can handle the performance?
Jesse: Don't worry! It’s just that running in this cloak made things a bit stuffy.
Jesse: Once I'm on stage, I’ll be perfectly fine. I promise!
You: Are you sure?
Jesse: If you don't believe me, feel how heavy this is. It's no joke.
I reached out skeptically and took the cloak he handed me. It was shockingly heavy, almost as if it had been lined with lead.
You: Alright, alright, I believe you. Thank you for going through all that trouble just to come get me.
Jesse: You bet! I even chased off those scalpers for you, so you’d better make sure you thank me properly later.
We spent the whole way back bickering like we always do, and before I knew it, we had arrived backstage.
As soon as they spotted Jesse, several makeup artists rushed over to surround him.
Makeup Artist A: Jesse! Where on earth have you been? It’s almost showtime!
Makeup Artist B: Oh? And who might this be?
Their eyes shifted to me in unison, scanning me from head to toe.
Jesse gave my shoulder a casual, friendly pat, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.
Jesse: Didn't I tell you I was heading out to pick up a friend? This is her.
Jesse: She’s a fashion designer. Actually, she’s the one who came up with the creative direction for our posters.
You: Hello, everyone.
The staff members stared at me blankly for a second before their lips curled into meaningful, knowing smiles.
Jesse, currently being swarmed, managed to poke his head out and waved off the gossiping makeup artists.
Jesse: Weren't you all supposed to be helping me get ready?
Before they could get to work on him, he gestured toward a few chairs nearby.
Jesse: Why don't you have a seat over there for a bit? I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.
You: Can I... stay and watch?
Jesse: Haha, sure. You really are a curious little thing, aren't you?
Under the urgent prodding of the makeup artists, his usual playful grin vanished instantly. He focused entirely on his work, tilting his head with practiced precision to follow the movements of the team.
Beneath the harsh studio lights, he kept his eyes lowered and his lips slightly parted, allowing the brushes to sweep across his brow, the bridge of his nose, and his cheeks.
Once his makeup was nearly finished, he bowed his head to adjust his jewel-encrusted cufflinks.
The crimson satin of his costume, paired with the gold embroidery, didn't look gaudy at all; instead, it brought out his noble aura perfectly.
When he finally looked up again, his gaze was a deep, complex mixture of innocence and melancholy. In that moment, he had completely transformed into Hamlet.
Before I even had a chance to voice my admiration, he swaggered over to me and did a boastful little spin, instantly regressing into his usual childish self.
Jesse: Well? Stunned into silence, aren't you?
You: Yes, yes, it looks great.
You: Ah—I meant the outfit!
You: Especially the beadwork. The stitching is incredibly refined. You really ought to give the designer a proper thank you later.
His eyes instantly drooped, and he pouted, putting on his best dejected face.
Jesse: Hey now, don't spend all your time looking at the clothes...
Jesse: Am I not handsome too? Give me a little praise!
You: Alright, alright. You look amazing, Jesse. You're a real heartbreaker.
You: I actually prepared a little gift for you, too. So you can look forward to that while you go out there and give it your all!
Jesse: You were hiding a surprise from me! Give me a hint—what is it?
You: No way. It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now.
Jesse: Then... give me a little pep talk! Who knows, maybe I'll perform even better than usual!
Seeing the hopeful glint in his eyes, I decided to—
Option 1: Give him some encouragement
Option 2: Call out to him loudly
Option 3: Give him an encouraging embrace
Option 4: None of the above
—
Option 1: Give him some encouragement
I stepped forward with a smile, rising onto my tiptoes to lean in close and give his head a gentle ruffle.
You: Do your best out there, my little theater prince!
Jesse froze for a second, then immediately raised his hand to shield his face.
Jesse: Hearing you call me that... it’s actually pretty embarrassing.
You: No way, you’ve more than earned the title!
Completely caught off guard, he suddenly reached out and ruffled my bangs into a mess.
Jesse: You’re doing this on purpose, I know it!
Jesse: You’re trying to throw me off my game before I even get on stage!
The door to the dressing room swung open just then, putting an end to our playful bickering.
Ah Xin: Jesse, time to get ready. Oh? Is this your "special guest"? She finally made it!
Jesse: Haha, yep! Ah Xin, could you do me a favor and show her to the reserved seat?
Ah Xin: Of course, leave it to me!
Jesse: Make sure you stay close to her, Y/N. Don't go getting lost.
Jesse: And one more thing—wait for me after the show! I’m still expecting that handmade gift of yours.
You: I know, I know. Now go out there and break a leg!
Jesse: Will do!
After waving goodbye to Jesse, I followed Ah Xin through the staff corridor toward the auditorium.
You: Oh, I totally forgot to let An'an know...
I quickly fired off a text to An'an. Walking ahead of me, Ah Xin suddenly spoke up.
Ah Xin: You know, Miss Y/N, you really need to give Jesse a piece of your mind when this is over.
You: Huh? Why? What did he do?
Ah Xin: He’s been pushing himself to do this tour while he’s sick. We’ve all tried to talk him out of it, but he won't listen to anyone.
Ah Xin: After one of the shows, his fever hit 102 degrees, but he still insisted on going back out there with a smile to finish the curtain call.
Ah Xin: The audience never suspected a thing, and every performance ended in a standing ovation, but still...
Remembering how cold his palm had felt and the way he smiled right before going on stage, my heart gave a painful tug.
You: That idiot... he’s been keeping secrets from me again...
Ah Xin: He probably just didn't want you to worry. But I felt like you deserved to know.
Ah Xin: It's the same with the seat I'm taking you to. This isn't the only show he saved a spot for you—he’s reserved that same seat for every single performance.
You: What?! Every single one?!
I suddenly recalled how he’d hesitated over the phone before, and a strange flutter stirred in my chest.
All this time, he had been waiting for me at every single show.
After sharing all of that, Ah Xin didn't say anything more. She led me directly to the seat Jesse had reserved.
While it wasn't dead center, it offered the absolute best vantage point, allowing me to see every single detail on the stage with perfect clarity.
Ah Xin: Well then, please enjoy the show.
You: I will. Thank you.
The moment I sat down, the grand opening music began to swell.
The heavy velvet curtains rose slowly, and brilliant silver spotlights snapped onto the stage. My heart began to race, thumping in time with the rhythm of the orchestra.
Then, Hamlet stepped onto the stage. The pure innocence in his eyes hit me like a physical weight, striking the first chord of the evening in my heart.
Several scenes in, a thin layer of sweat had already coated Jesse’s forehead, trickling down his neck and dampening his collar.
Even so, there wasn't a single hint of exhaustion in his expression or his movements.
He reached out toward his beloved Ophelia, his eyes clear and overflowing with devotion.
Jesse: Doubt thou the stars are fire—
Jesse: Doubt that the sun doth move—
Jesse: Doubt truth to be a liar—
His eyes, swirling with such deep affection, looked like shattered starlight. They caught my gaze and refused to let go, gripping my very soul.
The warm light caught the bridge of his nose and the tips of his hair like the softest rays of dawn, making him look more spirited and radiant than ever.
With a light, graceful step, he turned toward the audience. The curve of his lips held the pride of a boy in love, while his gaze remained passionate and steady.
His eyes locked onto mine instantly. In that moment of shared contact, he spoke slowly.
Jesse: But never doubt I love.
The intensity of his feelings seemed to overflow from his eyes, submerging me completely in a matter of seconds.
Even after the transition lights flickered on for the next scene, that smile of his continued to flicker before my eyes, refusing to fade away.
Soon, accompanied by the tragic and grand swell of the strings, Hamlet donned his mask.
The emerald eyes beneath the mask were no longer bright; they were like a stormy sea cloaked in heavy shadows.
The grief of losing his kin, the bitterness of betrayal, the agony of being misunderstood by his lover...
Every complex and sorrowful emotion tangled together, bleeding into those crystalline pupils.
A beam of cold white light struck him, cutting through the darkness like a blade and severing him from the rest of the cast.
Fury reignited his spirit, screaming across a face that had once seemed lost to the void.
He drew his sword once more, but his body twitched slightly, as if the poison were already taking hold within him.
The knuckles of the hand gripping the hilt turned white from the strain, yet it trembled all the same, refusing to obey.
Amidst the wreckage, every character collapsed to the floor. The story reached its end—the same sorrowful, famous conclusion we all knew so well.
As the heavy curtain began its slow descent, Hamlet pressed a hand over his heart and recited his final monologue with measured grace.
The audience's emotions ignited instantly, erupting into thunderous applause and a chorus of stifled sobs.
It wasn't until a warm, wet drop landed on the back of my hand—numb from clapping—that I realized my own eyes had long since overflowed.
During the curtain call, the Hamlet who had moved the entire house to tears removed his mask to offer his thanks. His face lacked its usual playfulness, as if he hadn't quite managed to step out of character yet.
Even under the heavy stage makeup, his complexion looked pale beneath the spotlights. Despite that, he didn't let the expression on his face slip for even a second until the curtain had fallen completely.
As the audience began to stand and file out, my phone vibrated in my bag. I pulled it out to find a text from An'an.
An'an (SMS): Waaaaah, I’m literally crying my eyes out. That was so moving! Let’s go grab dinner and talk about it—you pick the place!
Before I could reply, another notification popped up. It was a message from Jesse—
Jesse (SMS): Do you remember the way back to the dressing room? I’m waiting for you here.
Clutching my phone, I sent a polite decline to An'an’s invitation and pushed my way back through the departing crowd toward the backstage area.
At the end of the corridor, he was standing right where he promised, but his whole body looked as if it were about to collapse.
I rushed over and instinctively reached out to him.
When there was less than half a step between us, his head dropped weakly, and he slumped against the crook of my neck.
You: What's wrong?! Are you okay?
He didn't answer. He just nuzzled his soft hair against the side of my neck as if he were acting spoiled.
Jesse: I'm fine. Just let me lean on you for a bit... I just need to recharge my batteries...
Hearing his voice, which was as thin as a thread, I found it impossible to turn him away.
You: Okay, okay... but you have to tell me if you really feel sick, alright?
I stood as stiff as a board to accommodate his weight, my hands hovering awkwardly, unsure of where to put them.
Jesse: You don't have to stand so straight, you know.
His voice, mingled with his hot, damp breath, brushed against my collarbone and made me shiver slightly.
You: Well, you suddenly did this! This is my first time being someone's portable charger.
Jesse: Then you can't be one for anyone else. You can only recharge me.
His voice trailed off, growing smaller and smaller as if he were becoming shy.
Jesse: By—by the way, what did you think of the performance?
You: What do you think? You literally made me cry.
Jesse: Really? Am I that good?
You: Why would I lie to you? Though, I can't believe you kept it from me.
He froze for a second, then suddenly sat up straight, looking alert.
Jesse: What did that big-mouth Ah Xin tell you?
You: Hmph. That reaction proves you have a guilty conscience!
You: Since you don't plan on confessing, come here.
Without thinking, I pressed my forehead directly against his, just like I used to do to check his temperature when he had a fever as a kid.
You: See! You’re definitely burning up!
As we pulled apart, I realized Jesse had gone completely still. A flush spread across his face, turning him red all the way to the tips of his ears.
Jesse: You...
Jesse: Oh? Am I hot? I didn't even notice! Let me try again.
He finished speaking and hooked his arm around my shoulder. I watched as his handsome face began to loom closer and closer.
I suddenly realized he was doing it on purpose! So, I rewarded his forehead with a sharp flick.
Jesse: Ow!
Jesse: Bullying a sick person... how heartless.
You: Who told you to work while you're sick anyway? What, are you trying to win an award for most dedicated performer in Guangqi?
Jesse: I couldn't care less about impressing Guangqi. What I want is—
I looked at him curiously, but he cut himself off abruptly. He kept his arm around my shoulder and began leading me toward the exit.
Jesse: Alright, alright. My little charger needs to take a break. I'm going to go change.
Seeing the exhausted look in his eyes, I decided to push my questions aside for now and let it go.
—
Option 2: Call out to him loudly
I stepped closer to him with a smile and spoke—
1. [Record your audio] Fail to call his name
My shout was unfortunately drowned out by the opening bell of the performance.
Jesse didn't seem to hear me. He looked a bit dejected, his brows drooping slightly, but he still gave me a quick wave before heading onto the stage.
Watching his retreating back, I had no choice but to keep the words of encouragement I hadn't been able to say locked away in my heart.
2. [Record your audio] Call him dear, baby, hubby, etc.
You: Hehe, do your best out there!
The moment those words left my lips, Jesse rushed over in a panic to cover my mouth.
Jesse: That kind of nickname! We should only use that in private just for fun...
Jesse: If they hear you, my tall and mighty image is going to go up in smoke!
Seeing him so flushed and flustered only made me feel more playful. I shamelessly started to bargain with him.
You: Ah, I almost forgot—our Tangyuan is a big star now! It’s only natural that you’d have an image to maintain.
You: But... whether or not you have to hear me call you that in front of everyone depends entirely on your performance.
He puffed out his cheeks and looked at me piteously, his eyes wide and round like little lanterns.
I mouthed the nickname again as if I were about to shout it, and he immediately straightened up his act.
Jesse: Hey now, Y/N Jiejie—
You: That makes me sound old.
Jesse: Then... Beautiful Y/N—
You: Everyone already knows that, so you don't need to state the obvious.
Jesse: Boss Y/N, your humble servant admits his mistake.
You: There we go. Good boy.
I went to pat the top of his head, but as soon as I reached out, he suddenly stood as straight as a board and got up on his tiptoes. He was completely out of my reach.
Jesse: Looks like the hardware isn't quite up to spec, Jiejie.
You: Hey! Are you five years old?!
We laughed and joked around for quite a while before he finally headed back to his position to finish his pre-show preparations.
It was only then that I realized I’d let him distract me again, and I’d missed my chance to give him the gift...
I patted my bulging bag. I’d just have to find the right moment after the show ended.
—
Option 3: An encouraging embrace
I spread my arms, intending to give him an encouraging hug.
But looking up at him, catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the movement of his Adam's apple, a sudden wave of shyness washed over me.
This isn't the little Tangyuan I grew up with anymore... Panicking, I quietly pulled my hands back.
Jesse watched me with wide eyes, his disappointment written all over his face.
Jesse: Huh? What were you just about to do?
Jesse: You were going to hug me, weren't you?
He held his arms out to me with a look of pure anticipation, like a child begging to be held. The only problem was the vast difference between his actual size and that of a child, making the whole sight rather hilarious.
You: I can't. Your costume is way too complicated. What if I mess it up or snag something?
Jesse: Then...
His eyes darted around for a second before he suddenly snatched up one of my hands.
Jesse: Remember the Blessing of the Goddess of Luck?
Without waiting for an answer, he dutifully lowered his head toward me. I immediately recalled that strange little ritual he’d invented.
You: Honestly, you... when exactly did this become such a habit?
Despite the protest, I raised my hand, preparing to touch his forehead—
His Response 1
Jesse: Everything will have to wait until after the performance...
Jesse: Hey, stop it! That tickles!
Jesse: Hmm? You're being naughty!
Jesse: Is this some kind of new ritual?
Just as I was about to say something, a staff member cut me off.
Staff Member A: Jesse? Are you ready? Everyone’s waiting on you.
Jesse: Oh, coming, coming!
He gave me a quick wink as he answered, then headed toward his position by the stage.
Jesse: If you have something to say, just tell me after the show.
His Response 2
Jesse: Thank you. I'm really happy.
His forehead was burning up and coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
His face was flushed with an unnatural redness, and if I looked closely, I could see a trace of pain flickering between his brows—all of it buried under his usual optimistic front.
The intense incandescent lights beat down on us from above. I couldn't tell if it was just in my head or because of his condition, but the heat beneath my fingertips felt like it was rising.
Worried, I closed my eyes and offered a silent prayer for him.
When I opened them again, I found Jesse staring at me with rapt attention, as if he’d been watching me for a long time.
I froze. The brief silence made the atmosphere feel a bit heavy.
Jesse: The Goddess of Luck is being far too kind to me. Just how much blessing did you inject into me in one go?
You: Was it a lot? Well, it's not like I have any other clients...
Jesse: Then it's a promise. From now on, the Goddess of Luck can only have me as a client.
He blinked his eyes, which were wet and glossy from the fever, his expression incredibly earnest.
It was rare to see him acting this sweet and obedient, so I felt a sudden urge to tease him. I tilted my head and drew out my words.
You: Oh? And what if I refuse?
Jesse blinked, clearly not expecting that. His head drooped, his shoulders slumped, and his voice went muffled.
Jesse: I guess the Goddess of Luck is just too popular.
Jesse: But that’s fine. I’ll just have to sign up for a lifetime membership and hold onto my spot in line forever!
You: Pfft—what on earth are you talking about?
Staff Member A: Jesse? Are you ready? Everyone’s waiting on you.
Jesse: Oh, coming, coming!
Jesse: I have to head to the wings now. Wait for me to come back.
You: Mm! Good luck.
Jesse nodded and took a deep breath. In an instant, his entire aura shifted.
Hamlet gave me a final wave and turned toward the glowing stage—the place where he truly belonged.
—
Option 4: None of the above
Before I could do anything at all, I was ushered away from the backstage area by the other staff members.
I sat among the audience, admiring his commanding presence as Hamlet.
I laughed when he laughed and wept when he wept, completely submerged in the world he created.
—
The performance had come to an end. After Jesse changed out of his stage costume, we made our way to the parking lot together.
He tried his best to stay upbeat the whole way, teasing and bickering with me just like he always did, but he couldn't quite hide the exhaustion lingering in his eyes.
A thin layer of sweat covered his face, and even when the back of his hand occasionally brushed against mine, his skin felt ice-cold.
You: Give me the car keys.
Jesse: Huh? What’s this all of a sudden…
He looked at me with a puzzled expression, but he still obediently placed the car keys in my hand.
I took them and gave the fob a quick press before walking straight toward the driver’s side.
You: I’m driving you back today. You can get some sleep on the way.
Jesse: How could I let you do that? I should be the one taking you home.
I feigned a scowl and gave the tip of his nose a playful little pinch.
You: Patients need to do as they’re told.
Jesse: Well... I guess I'll be in your care, then.
You: Don't be so polite with me. Once you’re home, no more fussing around—just get some rest.
Jesse: I will, but—
He let the word trail off. Just as I was about to pull the door open, he moved faster, leaning his weight against the car door to keep it shut.
I turned around, only to find myself completely enveloped in his shadow.
He leaned down slightly, closing the distance between us.
Jesse: Isn't there something else you promised me that you've forgotten, Y/N?
You: ……Ah?! What?
Jesse: You really don't remember?
He pressed a bit closer. His warm breath mingled with mine in the space between us, leaving me nowhere to hide.
Jesse: You definitely promised me a gift after the show, didn't you?
He lowered his brows and held out an open palm, watching me with those puppy-dog eyes.
My heart skipped a beat, but I forced my face into a mask of calm.
You: I-I didn't forget. I just thought I’d give it to you once we got back.
Jesse: But I want it now.
His gaze held me captive as he leaned in further.
In a flustered hurry, I dug through my bag and shoved the little black horse into his hands.
He finally moved his arms from around me to take the plushie, allowing me to finally breathe again.
He held the little horse up with both hands, staring at it with a look of slight confusion. He squeezed its legs, smoothed out its mane, and his smile grew wider by the second.
Jesse: It’s wearing the same cape as me.
You: Because I made it based on your stage photos. Work has been crazy lately, though, so the craftsmanship is a bit rough.
Jesse squinted suddenly, turning the little horse over and over as if he were appraising a masterpiece.
Jesse: I can see that. Is it just me, or is this thing a bit overstuffed?
You: That's because I didn't skimp on the materials! Plushies are supposed to be round; it makes them cuter.
Jesse: But that completely undermines its dashing and handsome aura.
You: If you’re going to be that picky, I’m taking it back!
I made a move to snatch it away, but he immediately shot his arm up, holding the horse far above my reach.
Jesse: Hey! No take-backs! It’s mine now!
Jesse: Besides, how could I ever be picky about a handmade gift from you? I’m going to cherish this as a family heirloom.
You: …Just cherishing it normally is fine.
You: More than that horse, I’d rather you cherish your own body.
Jesse: I do cherish it! If you don't believe me, you can count my abs.
Jesse: This time was really just a special case.
He gave a sheepish laugh, his eyes drifting vaguely elsewhere.
However, that lively expression couldn't hide the traces of exhaustion etched into his face.
You: What reason could possibly be more important than your health? There will be plenty of other chances to play Hamlet in the future, right?
Under my questioning, Jesse’s lips moved slightly, his gaze wavering. But a quick smile soon masked everything again.
Jesse: Alright, I know you’re just worried about me.
Jesse: But as a dedicated actor, how could I let a tiny bug like this stop me?
Seeing his hesitation, years of intuition told me this guy was hiding something.
I had a sudden brainwave—it was time for a little reverse psychology.
You: Oh, right! An'an told me a rumor recently.
You: She said that for every hundred shows performed at Guangqi Theater, the lead of that hundredth show will find true love.
You: Tonight was supposedly the hundredth performance of the year. Don't tell me... you actually have a girl you like?
I purposely acted like I’d just had a revelation. A look of sheer panic flashed across his face—exactly what I was hoping for.
Gotcha, Tangyuan. If you don't want me to get the wrong idea, you'd better give me an explanation I can actually believe.
To my surprise, his expression turned completely calm after only a second.
Jesse: I do.
You: ?!
I was stunned, my mind racing with questions about who it could be.
But when my eyes met his, every word I wanted to say vanished instantly.
He looked lost in thought, gazing down at me with deep, bright eyes that reflected only my silhouette.
He stared at me for a long time, his eyes blinking very slowly, his long lashes making his gaze feel incredibly focused and sincere.
I didn't know why he had spaced out like this, but my heart began to beat faster and faster against my will.
Then, his eyes flickered. He looked at the little black horse in his hand and suddenly raised it to give my cheek a lightning-fast "kiss."
You: Ah!!
That sudden contact felt like it set off all the tension I’d been holding. I let out a startled cry and scrambled back several steps.
It was just a "kiss" from a plush toy, but why did it feel so incredibly embarrassing? It was almost as if...
A surge of flustered anger washed over me, and I glared at him, puffing out my cheeks.
You: What are you doing? Don't try to change the subject! Start talking!
Jesse: Hahaha, I was just teasing you!
Jesse: "The hundredth lead finds true love"? As a mature, rational man, how could I possibly believe a rumor like that?
You: ...Hehe.
Jesse: If you care about someone, you fight for them yourself. What's the point of relying on some lucky charm? Isn't that right, little horse?
He held the horse up to his face and suddenly switched to a high-pitched, cartoony voice.
Little Black Horse: Boss is absolutely right!
Jesse: Was Y/N’s face nice to kiss?
Little Black Horse: So soft and sweet! I can die happy now!
My brain felt like it was about to explode, and my face went up in flames.
You: Jesse!!!
I yanked the car door open and climbed in, twisting the key to start the engine as if I were about to speed off.
You: My moral compass is very broken! I wouldn't lose a wink of sleep over leaving a sick person on the side of the road!
Jesse: Whoa! Seriously? I'm shaking in my boots!
He immediately let out an exaggerated plea for mercy, scurrying around the front of the car and diving into the passenger seat. I shook my head helplessly, stifling a smile as I pulled out of the lot.
—In the end, I lost to this guy again. I never did find out why he insisted on performing while sick.
Oh well. I'll find out someday.
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TEXT MESSAGE 1
Jesse (Voice MSG): Y/N, I have a very serious question to ask you.
You: What is it? I'll decide if I want to answer based on my mood.
Jesse: No way! You have to give me a straight, honest answer!
You: Fine, fine. What's the question?
Jesse: Ahem... so, who was that guy whispering to you outside the company after work last night?
Jesse: Are you... close with him?
You: This is what you call a serious question?! He’s a colleague from my team. Everyone calls him Mao Ge.
Jesse: So that’s the Mao Ge you’re always mentioning...
Jesse: Does... does he have a girlfriend?
You: Uh, he’s actually right in the middle of a hot romance with another one of my colleagues. Wait—are you jealous?
Jesse (Voice MSG): As if! I’m just looking out for you, that’s all!
Jesse (Voice MSG): But... I feel much better now.
TEXT MESSAGE 2
You: Quick, look at the clouds outside!
Jesse: Whoa! I’ve never seen clouds that shape before. They look like a bunch of round, delicious tangyuan!
You: That’s exactly why I wanted you to see them. You were just as round and squishy when you were little.
Jesse: Delete those memories immediately!
Jesse: My physique has been nothing short of perfect since the day I was born.
You: Is that so? Do you think I have amnesia?
Jesse: Oh, yeah? Do you happen to remember owing me an Astro Boy eraser?
Jesse: You don't, right? Which means your memory of my childhood weight is also unreliable ~3~
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TIMELINE POST
Jesse: Looking back at the opera house, it suddenly looks like a bunch of great white sharks having a meeting in the middle of the ocean.
You: So does that mean you’re performing inside a shark’s belly?
Jesse's Response: Hahaha, isn't that cool?
An'an: OMG, are you starting a tour?!
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[Evan] Starlight's Tremble (一动星光) | Light and Night 光与夜之恋
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
Heavy snow fell in thick, swirling flurries, turning everything in sight into a vast, desolate expanse of white.
I rubbed my hands together, trying to coax some feeling back into my numbed fingers, before cautiously peering out from the hollow of the tree once more to check my surroundings.
The forest was deathly still, save for the soft rustle of snow piling onto the branches.
It had taken three hours by car to get here from the hotel, yet I hadn't found any sign of the wishing well I was looking for. To make matters worse, this sudden blizzard had left me stranded inside this hollowed-out trunk...
I had a few hand warmers left in my bag, but they were no match for the biting wind that howled through the trees.
I glanced at my phone, which had long since succumbed to the freezing temperatures and died. With a heavy sigh, the story of The Little Match Girl flashed through my mind.
You: At least the Little Match Girl had matches... sigh...
When she struck her matches, she saw such beautiful visions. But all I could do now was try to imagine that legendary wishing well.
They say a statue of a goddess stands at its center, serene and beautiful...
The first time I heard the locals talk about the well, I immediately thought of a certain someone who had been so busy lately.
Even though he did his best to hide his exhaustion every time we met, I could still see the deep-seated fatigue lingering in his eyes.
You: Evan....
The venue for this Wanzhen team-building retreat was Yichuan, a city at the northernmost tip of the continent.
Over the past few days, my colleagues and I visited the ice sculpture park, tried our hand at ice fishing, and went skiing. Before I knew it, only the final two days of free time remained.
I heard that the wishing well was located on the outskirts of Yichuan, so I headed out at the break of dawn.
Despite having nothing but a blurry map sketched by a local to guide me, I never once hesitated. No matter what, I wanted to make that wish for Evan.
..
You: I haven't even made my wish yet... I'm not giving up now.
The blizzard grew more intense by the minute. Looking out from the narrow opening of the hollow, I watched as the small patch of sky was slowly stained by the colors of dusk.
You: What am I going to do... It’s only going to get colder once night falls...
The relentless snow seemed determined to prove me right, falling in massive drifts that threatened to spill into my narrow refuge.
I curled into a tighter ball, pressing myself as deep into the hollow as I could go, but the plummeting temperature left me with nowhere to hide. A heavy, dangerous drowsiness began to wash over me...
...
I don't know how much time passed, but I thought I heard someone calling my name. Was I hallucinating?
But when that familiar voice reached my ears again, I knew it wasn't an illusion.
Fueled by a sudden surge of strength, I lunged toward the opening and began clawing frantically at the snow blocked in the entrance.
The moment I managed to lean out, I felt a firm hand grasp my arm, and in the next heartbeat, I was pulled into a warm, solid embrace...
I looked up, and a face I knew all too well came into focus. He was unable to hide the sheer panic and anxiety etched across his features.
It was... Evan?!
As if in answer to my unspoken question, he took my frozen hands and tucked them firmly between his palms.
A wave of warmth quickly chased away the chill and the fear lingering in my body. The tension I'd been holding for so long finally snapped, and I felt every ounce of my strength vanish in an instant.
I think Evan was the one who carried me to the car.
The car was filled with the subtle scent of lavender, made warm and inviting by the heat of the climate control.
I leaned back against the soft rear seat, covered in a coat that wasn't my own. Evan sat right beside me, his expression a mix of lingering tension and deep concern.
A wave of emotion pricked at the back of my nose.
You: You...
I tried to speak, but found my throat was raw and painful, and a dull ache was throbbing in my temples. I couldn't force out a single word.
Evan let out a small smile, looking as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He helped me into a reclining position, checked my temperature with the back of his hand, and handed me a cup of hot tea.
Evan: Do you feel any discomfort?
Evan: Lavender has calming properties; it should help you feel a bit more at ease.
I shook my head and took small sips of the tea. It took a while, but I eventually felt my body begin to relax.
You: Evan... how did you find me?
Evan: I couldn't get through to your phone. I was worried, so I went to ask Zheng Lin.
Evan: We found your travel journal in your hotel room.
Evan: I was desperate to find you, so I took the liberty of looking through it. I hope you don't mind.
I blinked in surprise, then shook my head.
You: I'm sorry. I've caused you so much trouble again...
Evan’s eyes darkened slightly, a rare trace of sternness flickering in his gaze.
Evan: It isn't trouble. To me, your safety is paramount.
Evan: Can you promise me that you won't put yourself in danger like this again?
You: I promise. I won't.
You: I just didn't expect the snow to get so bad... the forecast didn't say anything about a blizzard.
Evan: Sudden complications are common. No amount of planning can fully account for the unexpected.
Evan: Next time you want to visit a place with potential risks, please... bring me with you.
Looking into his eyes, a pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I had come here to make a wish for him, but I’d failed to find the well and ended up causing him even more worry instead.
Evan: What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?
You: Oh, it’s nothing. Nothing at all.
Evan: Then I’ll take it that you’ve accepted my proposal?
You: ........Alright.
Evan: Now, will you tell me why you risked so much to find that wishing well?
I stared at him, stunned, and it took a few seconds before I could find my voice.
You: I just heard that it was particularly effective, so...
A flash of understanding crossed Evan’s eyes, and he smiled again.
Evan: I’ve heard talk of this wishing well before.
Evan: They say its location is incredibly well-hidden. Only a handful of people have managed to find it in recent years.
You: Even if the chances are low, they aren't zero... that’s why I wanted to try.
Evan smiled and topped off my cup with more hot tea.
Evan: Do you have a wish that you're particularly desperate to see fulfilled?
The thought that I was actually there to make a wish for him made me so nervous that I choked on my tea, my face turning bright red.
You: Cough... well...
Evan immediately set the teacup down and began to gently rub my back.
Evan: That was forward of me. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Please, take your time.
You: Cough cough! It’s not that... it’s just, well... it’s a very important wish.
When he saw me stammering for a while without actually saying anything, Evan gave a soft laugh and reached out to stroke my hair.
Evan: Alright. Rest for now. The snow should stop by tomorrow. When it does, would you like to go look for the wishing well again—together?
I looked at his elegant, slender hand and then at Evan himself, who was smiling with his usual tenderness. A profound sense of peace settled over me.
You: Yes!
By noon the next day, the snow outside had completely stopped, just as expected. However, it wasn't until dusk that it began to melt enough for us to venture out. Evan and I headed out the moment we could.
The town was beginning to glow with its evening lights, losing that bleak, desolate feeling left by the blizzard and returning to life.
The warm orange streetlights reflected off the snow, creating a shimmering path of light that stretched far into the distance.
You: I didn't expect it to be even more beautiful and lively at night than it is during the day.
Evan: Perhaps it’s because the night carries a certain mystery, making one feel as though the possibilities are endless.
You: It’s wonderful! I really thought I was a goner in that blizzard, so I never expected to be standing here looking at a view like this.
You: Wait, maybe this is a sign that our luck is turning around? Maybe we’re finally about to...
A sudden gust of icy wind swept past, and my nose began to twitch. I scrambled to cover my mouth and ducked my head, letting out a massive sneeze.
You: Uh... I...
Evan let out a soft chuckle and immediately shed his overcoat, draping it over my shoulders.
Evan: Does that feel a bit better?
You: Yes, but you're going to freeze—
He chuckled and gently held my hand in place as I tried to take the coat off. His eyes, reflecting my small silhouette within them, were filled with a touch of doting warmth.
Evan: Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Evan: Didn't you say our luck was finally turning? We should take advantage of it and do something meaningful while it lasts.
I stared blankly at Evan as he continued to smile at me with that same unwavering tenderness.
The coat draped over my shoulders was still suffused with the warmth of his body, and his scent slowly began to envelop me.
Evan: Well? Shall we continue our search for the wishing well?
Option 1: Of course we’re finding that well
Option 2: Wander through the night market
Option 3: Let's take a photo first
Option 4: None of the above
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Option 1: Of course we’re finding that well
You: Of course we’re finding that well! We’re definitely going to find it!
Evan: I believe you. Do you have any new leads?
I thought for a moment and pulled out my notebook. Inside were various notes from the locals and even a few hand-drawn maps from some helpful people I’d met.
Evan leaned down slightly, moving closer to me as he tilted his head to look at the pages in my hands.
His elegant, slender fingers traced the path along the map, finally coming to a stop at a spot marked with an X.
Evan: These markings... are they all the places you’ve already checked?
You: Yeah. Honestly, I’ve covered almost everything, but still...
Evan: Don't lose heart. You have me to help you now.
Evan: Besides, even if we don't manage to find the well in the end, it won't be a wasted trip.
Evan: After all, haven't we already seen how beautiful this town is at night?
The corners of his lips curved into a faint, warm smile.
You: You're right...
Though winter in this town was freezing, the atmosphere was incredibly lively. As we walked side by side, the crowds grew thicker and thicker.
As we approached the next intersection, I started toward the path I recognized, but Evan suddenly caught my hand.
Evan: This road leads out of the city as well, and it’s a bit more vibrant.
He gave me his usual gentle smile. The streetlights cast his shadow long across the pristine white snow.
You: ...Then I’ll leave the way to you.
He simply smiled and, without a word, took my hand and led me forward.
We walked along the path for I don't know how long, eventually leaving the town behind and reaching the outskirts, just as Evan had suggested.
Unlike the brilliantly lit night markets, the outskirts were home to a dense forest. In the dead of winter, the withered branches were barren, save for the heavy blankets of snow weighing them down.
You: Oh... how did we end up all the way out here?
Evan: Shall we take a look? Perhaps we’ll find something unexpected.
You: Sure.
The heart of the forest was deathly silent. Darkness draped over the woods like a guardian deity, so thick that even the moonlight couldn't pierce through.
Evan held my hand with one of his, using his phone in the other to light our way.
The scene felt strangely familiar—the same pitch-black environment, the same glow of a phone screen... I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
Evan: What is it?
You: Oh, nothing. I just thought about how hard this phone has to work, always being used as a flashlight.
Likely recalling the same memory, Evan raised an eyebrow—a rare gesture for him—and smiled.
On a whim, I reached out and made a peace sign in front of the phone's light, casting the shadow of a little rabbit onto the pristine snow.
You: Look. This time, the little rabbit isn't startled.
Evan: ...Mm. It seems she’s become a much braver little rabbit.
You: You think so? She still looks pretty dejected to me.
To prove my point, I bent my fingers, and the rabbit’s ears promptly drooped.
Evan: But the version of her I see isn't like that at all.
He reached out and gently straightened my two fingers, making the rabbit’s ears stand tall once again.
Evan: Being dejected is only temporary. When faced with a challenge, she’s always quick to find her spirit again.
Evan: She meets her problems with a smile, working hard to stand on her own and striving to become exactly the kind of... little rabbit she wants to be.
Evan: However, I hope she never forgets that there is someone who is always willing to stay by her side, offering help and support.
I paused, staring blankly at Evan. His encouraging gaze was like a warm, steady flame, and a wave of emotion surged through me.
You: .....Evan.
Evan: Yes?
His gaze shifted from the shadow puppet and settled on me.
The white snow on the branches caught the reflection of the moon, scattering stray sparks of light across his brow and the tips of his hair.
Despite the dimness, I felt as though he was closer to me in this moment than ever before.
Suddenly, a streak of blue-green light arced through the air above us.
I raised my hand, pointing toward the fading trail.
You: Are there actually fireflies in the forest during winter?
Evan: Fireflies?
He turned his head, looking in the direction I was pointing.
One firefly drifted toward the depths of the forest, followed by a whole swarm dancing past.
They converged from every direction, gradually gathering into a shimmering galaxy that flowed toward a deep, secret corner of the woods.
Evan and I exchanged a look of pleasant surprise. With a silent understanding, we followed the trail of these winter fireflies that looked just like tiny woodland spirits.
We treaded carefully across the snow. The number of dancing fireflies grew, a few of them even coming to rest on Evan's hair and shoulders.
He watched the direction they were heading and came to a halt, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something.
You: What is it?
Evan: Listen.
Confused, I cupped my hand behind my ear and concentrated.
Though the surroundings were shrouded in darkness with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through, I could faintly hear the sound of gurgling water amidst the silence.
You: How is there running water in this freezing weather? Shouldn't everything be iced over?
I was stunned. Fireflies in the dead of winter, the sound of a flowing stream... could this be a miracle?
We followed the sound, the babbling growing louder and clearer until it felt as though it were right beside our ears.
Suddenly, a massive swarm of fireflies surged from behind us, their emerald glow instantly banishing the forest's gloom.
An ancient, mysterious wishing well materialized before our eyes.
Clear water bubbled from its base, trickling away toward an unknown destination. At its center stood the statue of a goddess, looking every bit as serene and beautiful as the legends described.
You: We found it! We actually found it, didn't we?
Evan: Yes. We found it.
I took a deep breath, unable to contain the tidal wave of joy surging through me.
Caught up in my excitement, the corners of Evan’s mouth curved upward as well.
Evan: Now, you can finally make your wish.
You: Right! ...Wait, Evan, aren't you going to make one too?
Evan: Me?
You: Yeah! We worked so hard to find this place. Let’s make a wish together!
Evan: Alright.
In the middle of this dreamlike scene, I clasped my hands before my chest and closed my eyes with absolute sincerity.
The shimmering green lights drifted around the tranquil well before slowly floating upward, flickering gently against the sky like a secret the world had never been shown.
Evan quietly opened his eyes to steal a glance at the girl so earnestly making her wish, and a sudden, inexplicable softness took hold of his heart.
He couldn't remember the last time he’d felt his emotions stir like this. It was as if a strange, new pulse had dropped into still waters, sending ripples outward through his very soul.
The truth was, he didn't really have any wishes, nor did he believe in such things.
But he couldn't help but believe in the girl standing beside him.
It wasn't until I had repeated my wish for Evan three times in my heart that I finally let out a breath of relief.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Evan’s smiling face. As our eyes met, the curve of his lips seemed to lift just a fraction more.
He reached out and took my chilled hand in his. A delicate warmth began to spread from my fingertips, and he held on firmly, as if never wanting to let go.
Evan: How many wishes did you make?
You: ...Just one.
Evan: Only one?
You: Mm. I was worried that if I asked for too many, the spirits guarding this place might find it a bit difficult to manage.
Evan let out a soft laugh and turned his gaze toward the wishing well.
Evan: I wonder if you’ve heard the legend behind this place?
You: You mean the story about the European scholar and the local girl he fell in love with?
You: I heard some locals mention it recently... but I haven't heard the full version yet.
Evan: Well, the scholar who fell for the local girl went to great lengths to convince his family to let him come here.
Evan: After crossing vast lands and seas, he and the girl were finally reunited.
Evan: The statue at the center of the well was actually carved by the scholar himself, modeled after the girl’s likeness when they became engaged.
You: That's so romantic...
Evan: Actually, the story doesn't end there.
You: ...Oh?
Evan: What follows isn't the "happily ever after" people usually prefer, so over time, it’s been selectively forgotten.
Evan: Later on, this region was devastated by war.
Evan: The scholar and the girl originally had a chance to escape, but to ensure everyone else could get away safely, they stayed behind until the very end.
You: Then... they...
Evan: When the villagers who survived finally returned, they found the water in the well had been stained crimson.
Evan: Even in the dead of winter, that single pool of blood refused to freeze.
Evan: To honor their memory, the villagers placed the couple's favorite flowers into the water.
Evan: To their surprise, by the next morning, the water had turned crystal clear again, and it never froze over ever again.
Evan: Moreover, their favorite jasmine began to bloom along the edge of the pool. It was as if winter simply didn't exist here.
You: So that's how the story really ends...
Evan: Actually... the ones guarding this well aren't just the scholar and his beloved.
Evan: It’s also all the people who found hope and a new life because of them.
Evan: Since they allowed you to find your way here, I imagine they would want to hear all of your wishes.
You: All of my wishes...?
I looked back at the statue in the pool. Despite the passing years, the young woman holding the amphora remained as beautiful as ever.
The corners of her lips were turned up slightly, looking serene and kind. It suddenly reminded me of how Evan always looks when he's encouraging me whenever I'm feeling down.
You: Alright... then this time, please allow me to be a little selfish.
I clasped my hands again and silently recited the wishes I had buried deep in my heart.
You: First, I wish for Evan to be healthy and safe.
You: Second, I wish for Evan's work to go smoothly and for him to be happy.
You: Third... well... I also wish for Evan...
You: To find that everyone he meets is warm and kind.
The moment I opened my eyes, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky, creating a pure white barrier that seemed to isolate us from the desolate world around us.
Evan and I stood side by side in silence for a moment, our breaths the only sound in the quiet air.
Evan: Are you finished this time?
I turned my head to look at him. His smile was warm and reassuring.
It always reminded me of the moonlit sea, shimmering with scattered light beneath a full moon.
You: Mm, I'm done. What about you?
Evan: Me?
He glanced at me and smiled.
Evan: Wait for me a moment.
With that, he closed his eyes in front of the well and clasped his hands together.
Evan: First, I wish for Y/N to be healthy and safe.
Evan: Second, I wish for Y/N's career to flourish and for her to be happy.
Evan: Third, I wish... that all of her wishes come true.
You: You...
I stared at him in surprise, my mouth hanging open, unable to find the words. All of his wishes were about me.
Evan: I'm finished as well.
You: ...Why did you say your wishes out loud?
He gazed at me, the light in his eyes shimmering slightly.
Evan: Perhaps because a wish spoken aloud becomes a promise.
I was stunned.
You: You—
You: Do you already know what I wished for?
Evan smiled and tucked a stray lock of hair that had been ruffled by the wind behind my ear.
The bright moon was reflected perfectly in his eyes.
Evan: Not yet.
Evan: But I do know that your wishes are bound to come true.
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Option 2: Wander through the night market
I hesitated for a moment before giving Evan a shy, slightly sheepish smile.
You: It looks like the night market path leads right out of town. I’d like to explore it for a bit first, if that’s okay?
Evan: Of course.
We made our way slowly through the vibrant night market, soaking in the lively atmosphere.
Suddenly, the strains of a familiar melody began to drift from one of the roadside stalls.
It was soulful, romantic, and breathtakingly beautiful.
As if on cue, Evan and I both came to a stop in front of the stall.
Evan: This is... Brahms’s Cello Sonata No. 1.
Evan: I remember it because I had to practice it constantly back when I was learning to play as a child.
Evan: I'm not actually as all-knowing as you make me out to be.
Evan: Though, I must admit, it sounds quite charming as a music box arrangement.
Evan: Did you want to try some of the others?
Evan: Are you interested in the wind chime version?
Evan: Tell me which one you like, and I’ll get it for you.
Evan: This one?
Evan: Oh, two more to the right... is this it?
Evan: These seem to come as a pair, in two different colors.
Evan: If you like them, we’ll take them.
Evan: We can consider them a souvenir from this city.
Evan: You want to head over there and see what else they have? Of course.
Evan: However, the crowd is starting to pick up. Don't forget to hold on tight.
Evan: Don't worry. I won't let you get lost.
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Option 3: Let's take a photo first
I looked toward Evan. The kaleidoscope of lights from the night market washed over his profile, lending him a dreamlike quality. Suddenly, I had an idea.
You: The town’s night view is so beautiful. How about we take a photo here first as a souvenir?
Evan: I'd like that.
At that moment, I caught a glimpse of a stray snowflake caught in his hair. It must have fallen from a branch as we passed under the trees.
You: Don't move, you’ve got some snow in your hair...
I instinctively took a couple of steps toward him and raised my hand—
His Response 1
Evan: Is there something you want to say?
Evan: Or are you looking for a way into my pocket to warm your hands?
Evan: Hmm... has the snow drifted all the way down here?
Evan’s gaze deepened as he caught my awkward hand mid-air.
Evan: Ahem... This particular spot... it might be better if you didn't touch it right now.
You: ……Wh-at!
My face flushed a violent red, and I scrambled to hide my hand inside my coat pocket.
You: I didn't mean to!
Before I could even process what had happened, my fingers brushed against something small and round inside the pocket...
I froze. It finally dawned on me that the coat I was wearing belonged to Evan.
Was this his...? Of course it was. It was in his pocket, after all.
What could it be? Hopefully it wasn't something too personal...
Embarrassment quickly overrode my nerves, and my hand hovered awkwardly inside the pocket, unsure whether to stay or retreat.
Evan glanced at the pocket, the corners of his lips curving upward.
Evan: You found it?
You: ……Sorry. I didn't mean to go through your things.
Evan: It’s alright. Do you want to try and guess what it is?
You: Huh?
Evan: No?
You: Then... I’ll give it a try!
I felt the object again, trying to figure it out.
You: It’s smooth, round... a marble? No... it feels a bit too big for that...
You: Hmm... it’s actually a bit heavy. Is it some kind of gemstone?
I paused. Given Evan’s status, it wouldn't actually be that strange for him to be carrying a gem around, would it?
At that thought, I yanked my hand away from the "gemstone" immediately.
Evan let out a soft laugh, clearly amused by my reaction.
Evan: Take it out and see for yourself.
You: Is it really okay?
Evan: Yes. I prepared it for you, after all.
You: .....For me?
My heart skipped a beat, and my face began to burn again. He’d prepared this for me?
I carefully pulled the object out.
It was a tiny, delicate crystal ball. Inside was a miniature version of the wishing well, surrounded by swirling flakes of snow. It was both romantic and mysterious.
I looked at Evan in surprise.
Evan: I’d intended to have it ready, just in case... but I didn't expect...
Evan: It may just be a souvenir you can find anywhere in town, but for now, let’s say this is the well you were looking for.
Evan: I hope it can make your wishes come true, too.
I cradled the exquisite crystal ball in my hands, feeling a mix of joy and deep emotion.
You: Mm! I think... my wishes will definitely come true.
Evan: Why are you so certain?
You: Because... I believe in you.
Evan blinked, stunned for a moment, before a slow smile spread across his face.
Evan: I see.
He reached out, enveloping my other hand within his palm, and led the way forward.
Ahead lay a sea of brilliant lights, as beautiful as a waking dream.
His Response 2
Evan: Hmm? Right here?
However, as I got a clearer look at the snow, I stopped mid-motion.
You: ....It's so pretty!
A single snowflake had landed perfectly on Evan’s temple. Looking at it up close, the intricate hexagonal structure was crystal clear.
I instinctively pulled out my phone, wanting to take a photo to show him.
Evan didn't realize what was happening and watched me with a puzzled expression.
You: Hehe. Lean down a bit, I want to show you something cool!
Evan looked confused, but he smiled and obliged, leaning toward me. I quickly raised my phone to focus on the snowflake.
But the light was too dim and the snowflake too small. No matter how I adjusted it, the image on the screen remained a blur.
With my arms raised high and standing on my tiptoes, I started to lose my balance.
Right then, I felt a warm strength lock around my waist, and my swaying finally stopped.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Evan’s hands were steadying me...
Evan: Go ahead. Take the photo.
A sudden heat rushed to my cheeks and ears, but Evan’s expression and voice were so calm that I couldn't find a single reason to protest.
I stayed in his partial embrace, refocusing the camera. This time, the hexagonal crystal finally appeared clearly on the screen!
Click—I pressed the shutter without hesitation.
The moment I pulled my hand back, Evan let go.
You: All done! Look, look—
I leaned closer to Evan, but my fingers were so stiff from the cold that I had to tap the screen several times before the photo would open.
With a low chuckle, Evan gently took my fingers in his.
I felt his warmth flowing into me, and while I was still dazed by the sensation, the photo finally popped up.
You: ……Ahem, see? Isn't it beautiful? The structures of these flakes are all different.
Evan: Yes. Beautiful.
My heart was still racing, and unsure of what to say, I just gave him a small smile.
As I put my phone away, I felt like I was forgetting something...
Evan: Aren't you going to brush the snow off for me?
You: Oh! Right, right!
Flush with embarrassment, I reached out and lightly brushed my fingers through his hair until I felt the faint, cool dampness against my skin.
You: Okay! Now we really should go find that well—
I started to turn around, but Evan caught my hand.
Evan: Haven't you... forgotten something else?
You: Eh?!
As I blinked at him in confusion, he smiled and pulled out his own phone.
Evan: Our photo.
Evan: Put your hands in your pockets to warm up for a bit. I’ll take this one.
You: O-okay...
My head was spinning, filled with a blur of colorful bubbles as I gave up on trying to think.
I only felt Evan’s arm reach around behind me as he lifted his phone with the other hand. Snap. The photo was taken.
In the picture, we were standing close together on the vibrant street. Evan’s eyes were crinkled into a slight smile, his expression full of doting affection.
As for me... even though half my face was tucked into my scarf, I still couldn't hide the shy blush on my cheeks.
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Option 4: None of the above
I let my gaze drift past the bustling town toward the distant, flickering lights. The deep, heavy darkness beyond—as if waiting to swallow everything whole—slowly began to chip away at my courage.
You: It’s already dark... it probably isn't very safe to head out to the outskirts at this hour.
You: Besides, I’ve already used up almost every lead I had. It feels like a lost cause anyway...
You: Why don't we just wander around here for a bit instead?
I looked at Evan tentatively, a wave of guilt washing over me. He simply nodded with a gentle smile.
We walked side by side down the rowdy street. Stalls lined the path one after another, overflowing with exquisite handicrafts and lifelike stuffed animals... it was almost too much to take in.
My eyes were suddenly drawn to a plushie with tiny button eyes and distinct striped markings.
You: Evan, look. What kind of animal is this? I think I saw one just like it when I was in the hollow of that tree yesterday.
Evan: It appears to be a type of badger.
He picked it up, examined it for a moment, and purchased it from the vendor before handing it to me.
Evan: This is for you. I’m quite grateful that it kept you company for a while yesterday.
You: Thank you...
I hugged the little badger plushie to my chest and slipped my other hand back into Evan’s.
Even though we were in the middle of a bustling night market, the surrounding excitement felt strangely blurred and distant.
The only thing I could truly feel was Evan.
His breath, his warmth—it felt more real than anything else, more grounding than anything else.
And it made me believe, more than anything else, that even if I never find that wishing well, my blessings for him will surely come true.
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On the way back, the snow began to fall in thick, swirling flurries once again.
I watched the snowflakes dancing through the air before turning to look at Evan beside me, unable to help the surge of emotion rising in my chest.
Who would have thought that just yesterday, I had gone through something as dramatic as being stranded in a blizzard and being rescued by him?
I reached out to catch a drifting snowflake, watching as it quickly melted into a tiny bead of water in my palm.
You: At least the snow feels safe this time!
Evan’s gaze darkened as he took out a handkerchief to wipe the moisture from my hand. His movements were incredibly gentle, yet his handsome brow knit together in a slight frown.
Evan: I’m sorry. I shouldn't have let you face that kind of fear alone.
You: Evan...
I hadn't expected a lighthearted comment to affect him so deeply. My mind raced as I searched for a way to bring back his usual smile.
Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand had moved on its own to touch the space between his brows, trying to smooth away the traces of his worry.
You: If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I made you worry all over again.
You: Besides, thank you for giving me such a warm embrace in the middle of that freezing storm.
Evan didn't say a word. He simply stared at me, his gaze filled with an unexpected level of intensity and sincerity.
You: You...
After a few seconds, I quietly looked away to hide my growing embarrassment and forced myself to find my courage.
You: Evan, I remember not too long ago, you told me that you admired how hard I was working to grow and stand on my own.
You: If I'm going to face the world, then facing fear is just part of the journey.
You: What matters most is knowing that every time I choose to move forward, someone is out there looking out for me.
You: You've already given me the thing that matters most.
Evan looked at me with a hint of surprise before letting out a soft, resigned sigh, a helpless smile tugging at his lips.
Evan: Very well, then.
Evan: Though I much prefer having everything under my control... if it's for you, I’m more than happy to let you occupy my thoughts.
He reached out, his hand resting against the back of my neck as he gently pulled me into his arms. His signature cool, crisp scent quietly enveloped me.
I could feel the icy snowflakes landing on my face, but here in Evan’s embrace, I couldn't feel the cold at all.
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TEXT MESSAGE 1
You: Calling for backup, Mr. All-Powerful Doraemon! That spherical puzzle you gave me... I’m literally suffocating trying to finish it...
Evan: Take a deep breath. Which part are you stuck on right now?
You: I got halfway through, realized something felt off, and ended up tearing the whole thing apart to start over...
Evan: Then let’s reorganize and start from the beginning together.
Evan: Since the finished puzzle results in a color-gradient sphere...
Evan: You can start by simply sorting the pieces into basic groups of red, yellow, blue, and green.
You: As expected of the master! You found the breakthrough in a heartbeat!
Evan: It’s just a matter of practice. I have faith that you’ll be able to apply that logic to the rest.
Evan: There’s actually an advanced version of this one. I bought it quite a while ago, but I haven't even unboxed it yet.
Evan: Perhaps we can find some time later to try and piece it together together?
You: Definitely! I feel like our efficiency will double with two people!
Evan (Voice MSG): We can take our time with it.
Evan (Voice MSG): I'd prefer to slow down the pace and truly enjoy the process of solving it with you.
TEXT MESSAGE 2
Evan: I just spotted your name on the business trip roster for London Fashion Week.
You: Wait, really?!
Evan: Did I accidentally spoil the surprise? Regardless, you should be receiving the official email shortly.
You: It's been so long since I’ve been to London.
Evan: It’s been a long time since I’ve been back as well. I wonder how much the city has changed.
Evan: Take plenty of photos and show them to me.
You: I will. But... aren't you going?
Evan: I have a few urgent matters to attend to, so I won't be joining this time.
Evan: Once you’re there, share a bit of your daily life with me.
Evan: It will make me feel as though I’m right there with you.
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TIMELINE POST
Evan: While completing this 1,000-piece pure white puzzle, I imagined more than 1,000 different scenes.
You: Now I suddenly want to see all 1,000 of those scenes!
Evan's Response: I'll tell you all about them when we have some time.
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Darius was sitting in a chair, tapping his fingers against the mountain of documents spread across his desk.
Darius: .....
Nica caught a glimpse of his obvious irritation and quickly averted his eyes. He knew better than to touch a nerve when Darius was in this state.
However, his twin brother reached out with a look of concern.
Ring: Dari, did something happen?
In an instant, Darius’s sharp gaze snapped toward Ring. Being glared at like that made Ring shrink back immediately.
Ring: Ah... um, s-sorry.
Seeing this, Nica jumped in to back up his brother.
Nica: Hey Ring, don't poke the bear. You know how annoying Dari is when he's like this, right?
Darius: ......I can hear you, Nica.
Nica: Oops, my bad!
Nica gave Ring a light nudge with his elbow and picked up a document to change the subject.
Nica: So? Did you figure out the true identity of this Victor guy? I couldn't find a single thing on him.
The paper Nica held contained Victor's basic information. The document, which had previously been riddled with blanks as if eaten by moths, now had new details filled in.
Darius: He’s Cursed. What’s more, his ability is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Darius: It’s the power to command others to take their own lives...... though I couldn't hear exactly what words he used to issue the order.
Ring: Is it something like William’s?
Darius: His Curse allows him to give all sorts of commands, but I suspect Victor's power is strictly limited to self-destruction.
Nica: Didn't you say he covered the Robin’s ears before he spoke?
Nica: It’s highly likely it triggers just by being heard. And apparently, the victims look happy when they die.
Nica: Isn't that just gruesome? Has there ever been a Cursed with such high lethality in the past?
Ring peered over at the document in Nica’s hand and spoke up.
Ring: Mention was made that the leader of the Liberators of the Night looked similar to Victor. Perhaps they're relatives?
Nica: There are records showing he secretly supported Ben Brown until the previous King passed away, so I’d say he’s definitely an illegitimate child.
Nica: Which would mean Victor is...
Darius: There’s no doubt he’s a member of the Royal Family.
Darius: The reason he knows the palace so well and is permitted contact with Her Majesty is because he is of royal blood.
Darius let out a sigh.
Darius: A twin to the Queen, a body double...... or perhaps, the person herself.
Darius: Even if he were the Queen herself, I don't see the benefit of reigning as a woman.
Darius: With that ability, he could make anyone do exactly as he says.
Nica: But with that workload, isn't it impossible for them to be the same person?
Nica: I could never do it. It sounds absolutely miserable.
Ring: I wonder if the Crowns know that Victor is Cursed?
Nica: Who knows? But I bet William does.
Ring: Kate knows too, so those two are a certainty.
The moment Kate’s name was mentioned, Nica noticed Darius’s irritation flare up again.
Nica: Ring, wait a second...
Ring: What?
Nica: Bringing up Kate’s name in front of Dari might be forbidden right now.
Between the two whispering twins, Darius’s frustration only continued to mount.
Noticing the atmosphere, Ring winced and pressed his lips together to avoid saying anything else.
Darius: .......There’s a joint military exercise between the British and German armies coming up soon, right?
Ring: Oh, yeah. That was the Emperor’s proposal, wasn't it?
Nica nodded at Ring’s words and pulled a document regarding the military exercises from the shelf. This joint operation was being conducted under the orders of the German Emperor to solidify the relationship between the two nations.
Nica: The world stage is currently a one-man show by Britain. As a country with a short history, Germany probably wants to cozy up to the superpower.
Darius: Fawning over a stronger nation is just like him.
Darius: After all, he doesn't care about the country or the people; his only priority is his own status.
Hearing Darius's words, Nica suddenly asked a question.
Nica: Speaking of which, Dari, did you see the Emperor's future before we left?
Darius: I didn't. That’s likely why he started scrambling to hold these military exercises.
Darius: He sent this proposal the very day after we arrived in Britain.
Darius: He's terrified that his future can no longer be seen, so he’s shifted to using military might as a threat until we return.
Darius let out an annoyed sigh and crossed his legs.
Darius: Plus, he’s probably caught wind of the coup d'état plans quietly forming within France.
Darius: That’s why he’s so obsessed with flaunting the nation’s power to protect his own position.
Ring looked up and turned his gaze toward Nica.
Ring: Is this the matter Nica mentioned before, about the Cursed potentially being involved?
Nica: Yep—those guys. It reeks of their involvement.
Darius bit down on the nail of his thumb through his glove.
Darius: .......What an eyesore.
The twins pretended not to notice that Darius had reached the peak of his irritation.
After a moment of silence, Darius seemed to snap out of it, his voice turning bright.
Darius: But it’s fine. I’ll just move the plan forward.
Nica, Ring: !
And then, he smiled with the radiance of an angel.
Darius: We’ll have to expand our family sooner rather than later.
...
As I walked down the palace corridor, I was lost in thought.
(......How exactly am I supposed to prove that I love him?)
Following my conversation with William the other day, I had resolved to prove my feelings to Darius.
But when it actually came down to it, I had no idea where to start......
(What does love even mean to me in the first place?)
Suddenly, a definition of love I had once heard at church drifted back into my mind.
(They said love is about worrying for someone over the smallest things, staying by their side, and embracing them......)
But those were just teachings from God; they weren't necessarily a definition of the love one feels for a romantic partner.
Falling for someone surely wasn't just about those beautiful, pure sentiments. It involved more selfish emotions—the desire to have that person all to yourself, or the desperate wish for them to look only at you.
(......But since this is my first time, I just don't know.)
Because there had been almost nothing in my life thus far that I could call love, it didn't seem like I was going to find an answer within myself anytime soon.
(In the end, is staying by his side really the only thing I can do......?)
As I let out a sigh, I noticed Ring walking toward me from up ahead.
Kate: Ah......
Ring: Oh, it’s you...!
The moment Ring spotted me, he immediately scanned our surroundings.
Kate: ? Um... i-is something the matter?
After confirming that no one else was around, Ring let out a sigh of relief and shifted his gaze away, looking troubled.
Ring: Did something happen between you and Dari?
Kate: Eh......
My heart gave a sudden thud against my ribs.
Ring: I was with him just a moment ago, and he was in a terrible mood.
Ring: When your name came up, it only got worse. I figured something must have happened.
Kate: That’s......
I averted my eyes, knowing exactly why that might be.
Sensing my reaction, Ring pulled a memo out of his pocket.
Ring: "Is it your fault that Dari’s in such a foul mood?"
Kate: What?
Ring: "He’s been taking it out on us and it's been a total nightmare. If you're the cause, please do something about it."
Kate: ......That’s Nica, isn't it?
Ring tucked the memo away and gave a small nod.
Ring: I don't know what went down, but if you have an idea... it would be a huge help if you two could make up.
Moving on the twins' behalf, I made my way to Darius’s room, resolved to see him and talk things through.
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Darius was lying on the rug, working on a half-finished white milk puzzle.
As I started to approach, he spoke without even looking my way.
Darius: I don't recall giving you permission to enter.
His words made me pull my foot back just before it crossed the threshold into the room.
Kate: May I come in?
Darius: No.
Kate: ......Fine, then I’ll just talk to you from here.
I knelt at the entrance of the room, but he didn't even spare me a glance.
Kate: I wanted to talk about yesterday. I wanted to say... well, I’m sorry, or something like that...
Darius: It doesn't matter. I don't see any value in an apology from you.
Darius: So you’re the type to apologize, then. I fully expected you to come here demanding an apology from me instead.
Kate: No, I want you to apologize too, Darius. Then we can make up.
Darius: And why on earth should I apologize to you? It’s not as if I’ve done anything wrong.
Darius: Besides, I have no desire to "make up." Just because you apologized doesn't give you the right to force that expectation on me.
Darius’s response sparked a flicker of irritation, and I felt my brow furrow.
Kate: .......You ripped my blouse, didn't you?
The hand he was using to fit a puzzle piece came to a halt.
Darius: .......I gave you a replacement, didn't I? More importantly, what happened to my coat?
Kate: I'm having the stains removed right now.
Darius: Hmph...... Not that it matters. I could just as easily break in a new one.
The air between us grew taut with tension.
Realizing that we were just going to keep going in circles, I let out a slow breath, stood up, and crossed the threshold into his space.
Kate: ......I told you this yesterday, but I truly do love you, Darius.
Darius: .......
Kate: I realized that the reason I couldn't leave you alone, the reason I kept wanting to know more about you...
Kate: Even the fact that I didn't truly mind being treated like a pet... it was all because I loved you.
I closed the distance between us, step by step, but he showed no sign of moving.
Kate: But you can't believe in people...... or in love, can you?
Darius: .......That's right. There’s no possible way I could.
Darius: Humans are shallow creatures. Even those words you said yesterday were likely just to distract me—
Kate: That’s why I’ll stay by your side until you finally believe me.
Darius: ......Excuse me?
Darius finally looked up, bringing me into focus.
I sank to my knees and met his honey-colored eyes directly, a small smile playing on my lips.
Kate: No matter how much you try to push me away, I am never leaving your side.
(Making him believe me... I’m sure it’s going to be incredibly difficult.)
If no amount of words could convince him, then I had no choice but to prove it through my actions.
(I don't know if this is the right way, but......)
I felt that staying by his side was the only thing I could do for him right now.
Kate: This is the best way I know to prove my love to you.
As I finished, Darius's expression twisted.
Darius: ......Nobody asked you to do that. I’m perfectly fine not believing in anything.
Kate: But I want us to believe in each other. Whether as comrades, friends, or as people in love...... I want us to have that trust.
He looked as though he were about to say something, but then he closed his mouth.
Kate: And more than anyone else—I want to believe in you, Darius.
After hearing about his past, something occurred to me.
Because of the adults who had surrounded him, Darius had lost the ability to trust.
(But maybe, somewhere deep down, he’s always wanted someone to believe in him.)
—Maybe he’s always wanted to believe in someone, too.
(I can't change the past, but I can change the present.)
Even if he can't accept these feelings right away, if I can just get him to believe in me...
Maybe his outlook on humanity will shift, even if only a little.
Holding onto that faint hope, I gazed steadily at him.
After several seconds of shared silence...... he looked away, appearing utterly exasperated.
Darius: ......And your "method of proof" is?
Feeling like I had managed to move just a tiny bit closer to him, I immediately pointed at the puzzle.
Kate: First, will you let me work on this puzzle with you?
In response, Darius flicked several stark white pieces toward me.
Darius: My finger slipped and scattered the pieces.
Darius: I wonder where the pet who’s supposed to pick them up has gone.
Despite his dismissive words, I gathered the pieces with a smile.
Then, I sat down on the rug and fitted one of the fragments into an open space.
Kate: She’s right here.
When I smiled at him, he placed a new piece right next to the one I had just fitted.
Darius: ......You said you wanted to know about me, but what exactly is it you want to know?
Kate: Everything. I want to know everything I possibly can.
A gloved finger reached out across the white puzzle.
I gently reached out and rested my own fingertips over his.
Kate: Please tell me... tell me about yourself.
I heard the faint sound of a puzzle piece clicking into place.
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LETTER
A memo regarding the definition of a pet.
Definition of a Pet
• Obedient to the master: Kate isn't obedient in the slightest. She is defiant at times and insists on being treated like a human.
• Attached only to the master: Kate wags her tail for others far too easily. She claims to love me, yet she has no qualms about talking to other men.
• Comes immediately when called: Kate doesn't come. She even went out on her own today. Normally, the master should be her top priority, shouldn't he?
• Has a certain charm: She has a habit of tugging on my sleeve. I don't entirely mind that. Her appearance isn't exactly outside my preferences, either. I might actually dote on her if she behaved like a better girl.
Conclusion: My pet needs to start listening to what I say.
Darius Vogel
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Chapter 17
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Debating adding Moon Shadow Villa to my translations because it has consistently been raved about and maintained a 9.0+ rating in china for years :o
The early art was whatever since this is a small indie studio that originated the game from WeChat, but started to expand to their own app via TapTap once they grew in budget. They solely focus their budget on providing an excellent story line + better art, so that's why we see a huge difference compared to before.
It plays more like a web novel series/vn rather than your typical gacha format.
act 3 has been offficial announced in ikemen villains
rough tl:
if life were a fairy tale, what lies beyond the happy ending?
"and they lived happily ever after."
yet such things can exist only in fiction.
good and evil. life and death. love and hatred. happiness and despair. the balance between them lasts only for a fleeting moment before it inevitably falls apart.
a fairy tale does not end until the hero meets their end.
Both Ends Epilogue
Both Ends MAX Affinity Epilogue
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Patreon 2nd Tier - COMPLETE WITH BOTH ENDINGS EPILOGUE
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Both Endings Epilogue
Both Endings + MAX Affinity Epilogue
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Going back in time just a little while...
It was just after Suzaku’s corruption had been purified and the Capital had regained its peace.
Yasuchika: And so, I’ve officially made the Four Symbols my servants.
Yoritomo: Must you say it with such a flippant tone?
Yoshitsune: I should be in awe after witnessing such a spectacle, yet seeing the man himself makes it somehow difficult to accept.
The members of the Shogunate and the Rebellion met Yasuchika-san’s report with a mix of shock and exasperation.
(The gap between the way he acts when he’s serious and his usual self is as vast as ever, isn't it, Yasuchika-san?)
Tamamo: Whatever the case... Yoshino, you’ve had a difficult time.
Tamamo: I found myself quite taken with your bravery at the very end.
Yoshino: Tamamo... thank you.
Shigehira: If your fox possessed power has returned, does that mean your memories are back, too?
Yoshino: Yes. I’m sorry for making you all worry so much.
(Looking back, everyone really was looking out for me.)
I gave my companions from the Shogunate a deep, respectful bow.
My hair, still stained with silver, swayed softly with the movement.
Kagetoki: To be kidnapped and yet still manage to carve out your own path in the end... You truly are an exceptional person, aren't you?
Morinaga: I agree. If Yoshino were a samurai, she probably would have achieved great military glory by now.
Yoshino: In my case, it was just how things turned out...... Yasuchika-san is the one who’s truly exceptional.
Yoichi: Well, that’s for sure. I thought he’d become some dark Onmyoji using sinister spells, but...
Yoichi: By the end, he felt more like an Onmyoji of light. Talk about an extreme personality shift.
Benkei: I feel like we were all dragged along for the ride... but I suppose in the end, everyone on this battlefield was saved.
Sueharu: He really did swoop in and take all the credit, didn't he?
Kurama: His strength is the real deal, but for some reason, I have absolutely no desire to challenge Yasuchika to a fight.
Yasuchika: You’re making me blush.
Kurama: I wasn't praising you.
Ibuki: Oh, don't be like that.
Ibuki: Making the Four Symbols your shikigami is unprecedented.
Ibuki: You’re starting to seem like a bit of a legend yourself, aren't you, Yasuchika?
Yasuchika: I might finally be able to defeat you now.
Ibuki: I don't hate the fact that you’re aiming to take down your own ally, in a roundabout way.
Ibuki gave a shrug, and Akihito-sama, who had been standing beside him, slowly stepped forward.
Akihito: It was a nerve-wracking experience, but regardless... I’m just glad you’re safe, Yasuchika.
Yasuchika: Akihito-sama.
(Akihito-sama must have been worried about Yasuchika-san this entire time.)
The affection they held for one another was clear in the gaze they exchanged.
Yasuchika: Thanks to you, I was able to fulfill my selfish wish. Thank you.
Akihito: Didn't I tell you it was my wish as well?
Akihito: But, Yasuchika...
Akihito-sama’s smile suddenly vanished, replaced by an intense, serious look.
Akihito: Our second promise—the one where I told you not to die... Weren't you about to break it?
Yasuchika: ......That is......
(Yasuchika-san had been ready to throw away his own life to save everyone and me.)
(He hadn't included himself in the future he was trying to build.)
Yasuchika: I’m sorry, Akihito-sama.
He gave a sincere bow, and then...
(Ah......)
Yasuchika-san suddenly took my hand in his.
Yasuchika: The reason I’m standing here right now is all thanks to Yoshino-san.
Akihito: ......I see.
Akihito-sama turned toward me.
Akihito: Yoshino, thank you for saving Yasuchika.
Akihito: And also—on behalf of the Imperial Court, I apologize. I caused you a great deal of trouble for the sake of my own circumstances.
(Akihito-sama......)
Startled by the sudden apology, I managed to find my voice.
Yoshino: I was the one who was saved first.
Yoshino: Having my memories taken and being attacked... those things did hurt me, but...
Yoshino: Just as the Shogunate and the Rebels each have their own reasons for fighting,
Yoshino: I think I understand a little that you and your people have your own circumstances as well.
(I want to take the time to learn more about the Imperial Court from now on.)
Akihito: ......It seems I’ll be in your debt for a long time to come.
After a short pause, Yoritomo-sama finally spoke up.
Yoritomo: So, Yasuchika. How do you intend to bring this to a close?
Yasuchika: Let’s see.
Yasuchika: I’d like to open negotiations.
Yasuchika-san turned his gaze toward Akihito-sama.
Yasuchika: Akihito-sama, is that alright with you?
Akihito: Of course. I decided to leave the helm to you until the very end this time.
Yasuchika: Thank you.
(I wonder what kind of negotiations he’s planning...)
Depending on the outcome, the actions of the Shogunate and the Rebels could change drastically.
I watched the proceedings with bated breath.
Yasuchika: What I desire is... for the Imperial Court to remain inviolable for at least a certain period of time.
Yoritomo: Your side was the one that broke the cooperation agreement between the Shogunate and the Court in the first place, wasn't it?
Yasuchika: You’ve got me there. I don't really have an excuse for that.
Yoshitsune: We don't have any particular reason to attack the Court ourselves, but if you want us to promise non-aggression, we’ll need something of equal value in return.
Yasuchika: Quite right. So, here is my first proposal.
Yasuchika: Why don't the Shogunate and the Rebels prolong their ceasefire for a while?
(......!)
I wasn't the only one caught off guard; everyone was momentarily speechless.
Yasuchika: Both armies worked together to save the people...
Yasuchika: And after witnessing such supernatural phenomena as ayakashi and spirit beasts, the soldiers' will to fight must be at an all-time low.
Yasuchika: In other words, this war is going to need a fresh start anyway.
Kagetoki: I can't deny that.
Benkei: There wouldn't be much point in forcing the men to charge right now.
(I used my power in front of the soldiers, too... It’s only natural that there would be some confusion.)
Yasuchika: Both sides must have suffered a fair amount of damage to their forces in this battle,
Yasuchika: So if you’re going to have to start over anyway, wouldn't you prefer to wait a decent amount of time before doing so?
Yoshitsune: Unfortunately, that makes sense.
Yoritomo gave a shrug of agreement.
Yasuchika: Now then... As a result of me gaining the aid of the Four Symbols, the Imperial Court's military strength has, in a sense, been bolstered.
Yasuchika: Don't you think we’ve earned the right to become a third power, alongside the Shogunate and the Rebels?
(A third power...)
Yoritomo: What are you trying to say?
Yasuchika: It means that when the Shogunate and the Rebels resume their war, you’ll have to worry about what we’re up to.
Yasuchika: A three-way deadlock is a troublesome position to be in.
Yasuchika: So, my opinion is that the Shogunate, the Rebels, and the Court should all come together and sign a non-aggression pact.
Yoritomo: And do you really think it will go that smoothly?
Yoritomo-sama gave a challenging smile, as if testing Yasuchika-san.
Yoritomo: After all, the feud between Yoshitsune and me is far too deep-seated.
Yoritomo: Deciding on the finer points of a pact could very well become the spark for even more conflict.
Yasuchika: The Imperial Court will handle the mediation between both armies.
Yasuchika: I know enough about both the Shogunate and the Rebels to find a compromise that everyone can live with.
(Incredible. Yasuchika-san isn't backing down an inch, even against Yoritomo-sama...)
Yoritomo: ......You’re a shrewd man.
Yoritomo-sama paused for a moment as if deep in thought before speaking again.
Yoritomo: The sight of Suzaku being purified was visible even to the evacuated townspeople. Rumors of a Guardian of the land will eventually spread throughout all of Hinomoto.
Yoritomo: If that happens, attacking you, Yasuchika—and by extension, the Court—would result in losing the hearts of the people.
(I see. Yasuchika-san has already become someone with that much influence.)
Yoritomo: Very well. The Shogunate will take its place at the negotiating table.
Yoritomo: Yoshitsune, what about you?
Yoshitsune: ..........
Yoshitsune: Yasuchika, answer me one thing.
Yasuchika: What is it?
Yoshitsune: Now that the Imperial Court has become a third power, what exactly is its goal?
Yasuchika, Akihito: ......
Yasuchika-san and Akihito-sama exchanged a brief look.
Yasuchika: We’ll find that answer together starting now. However......
Yasuchika: The Court will also need to be rebuilt after everything that has happened.
Yasuchika: It seems my subordinates at the Onmyo Bureau ended up running away in the end, after all...... I suspect a fundamental reform is in order.
Akihito: I agree. If the Imperial Court is to move toward the center of the power struggle, we can no longer simply do things the way we always have.
Akihito: During the ceasefire, we will solidify our foundation and align ourselves with the will of the people......
Akihito: We shall choose the righteous path, ensuring we become an organization worthy of supporting Yasuchika, the Guardian of this land.
(The Imperial Court is...... it’s trying to change.)
My heart stirred with the premonition that the future was being vibrantly rewritten.
—It was decided that meetings would begin the very next day to discuss the terms of the ceasefire.
The Shogunate and the Rebels each withdrew toward their respective campsites.
(I’ve been through so much today.)
As I sat by the campfire at the Shogunate's camp......
Yoritomo: Yoshino.
Yoshino: Oh...... Yoritomo-sama!
(I feel like this has happened before.)
Yoritomo-sama walked over and took a seat beside me.
Yoshino: Is your meeting with Kagetoki-san and the others already finished?
Yoritomo: Yes. We’ve finished discussing our terms for tomorrow’s negotiations.
Yoshino: Thank you for working so late.
(He must be exhausted after commanding the battle and the town’s evacuation.)
Yoritomo: You’re the one who deserves praise for today.
Yoritomo: I’m glad your memories have returned.
Yoshino: ......Thank you.
A brief silence settled between us as we both stared into the crackling fire.
Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama, I’m so sorry.
Yoshino: After everything that happened... I find I still love Yasuchika-san.
(Even when I couldn't remember him, the ache in my chest was unbearable.)
Yoritomo: I know.
Yoshino: Eh?
Yoritomo: You’ve always stayed true to your own will. Even having your memories stolen couldn't change that.
Yoritomo: Once the ceasefire agreement is signed, your role within the Shogunate will be at an end.
Yoritomo: You have every right to choose your own path forward.
Yoritomo: However, as far as I am concerned......
Yoritomo-sama reached out, his fingertips gently toyed with a strand of my hair.
Yoritomo: I find it a pity to simply hand you over to Yasuchika.
Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama......?
Quickly pulling his hand away from my hair, Yoritomo-sama let out his usual arrogant laugh.
Yoritomo: The Kamakura Shogunate is always prepared to welcome you back.
Yoritomo: Remember that much as you go your own way.
Yoshino: ......Thank you, Yoritomo-sama.
(I’ll always be proud of the days I spent walking alongside the Shogunate. From now on and forever.)
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Six days later, in the evening......
Yasuchika: Yoshino-san, sorry to keep you waiting.
Yoshino: No, it’s fine. I was busy tending to the wounded anyway, so the timing was actually perfect.
I had arranged to meet Yasuchika-san by the lakeshore.
Yoshino: Today was the final meeting, wasn't it?
Yasuchika: Yeah. It dragged on, but we finally reached an agreement between the Shogunate and the Rebels.
(I’m so glad.)
We sat side-by-side in the shade of the trees, leaning into the cool breeze blowing off the lake.
Yoshino: So, things will be peaceful for a while now.
Yasuchika: It’s a strange feeling, honestly. A man like me, who’s done nothing but weave conspiracies, finally bringing peace to the world.
He gave a troubled laugh, and I couldn't help but smile along with him.
Yoshino: That’s going to be your new normal from now on, so you’ll get used to it.
Yasuchika: I hope I do, and soon.
Yasuchika: Because I feel like once I do, standing by your side will start to feel natural, too.
He stroked my hair with such affection that my heart ached with sweetness.
Yasuchika: That aside, I heard from Tamamo-chi... You’ve decided not to break your covenant?
Yoshino: That's right.
Yoshino: So... would you let me be your assistant again?
Yasuchika: ......Yoshino-san.
Yoshino: I plan to focus on my dream of being an apothecary as my main profession, but...
Yoshino: If you’re going to be the Guardian of this land, Yasuchika-san, I want to be there to help you.
(Ah......)
He pulled me into a tight embrace, and my skin began to flush with heat.
Yasuchika: —I’m so happy. Thank you.
Yoshino: ......Me too.
(I can finally take Yasuchika-san’s hand without any hesitation.)
Yoshino: I really have to thank Tamamo for giving us his blessing.
Tamamo seemed to have taken quite a liking to Kamakura, as he planned to stay on there as a guest.
Yasuchika: Hey, Yoshino-san.
Yoshino: Yes?
Bathed in the fading light of the twilight hour, Yasuchika-san gazed intently at me.
Yasuchika: I love you.
Yoshino: Oh—what’s brought this on...... so suddenly?
Yasuchika: Hmm. I just felt like I wanted to say it as much as possible, to make up for all the times I couldn't before.
Yoshino: ......Well, in that case, I won't be outdone.
Yoshino: I love you just as much today.
Yasuchika: .......
As I worked up the courage to tell him exactly how I felt, Yasuchika-san’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
(You’re always so calm when you’re the one confessing your love, yet you seem a little flustered when I return the sentiment. It’s so endearing.)
(I hope that being showered with my affection becomes your new normal, Yasuchika-san.)
Yasuchika: My chest feels so restless... You really keep my emotions in a constant state of flux.
Yoshino: Do you hate it?
Yasuchika: No.
Yasuchika: —I’m happy.
(Ah, I feel so at peace.)
The image of a young Yasuchika-san—a boy raised without love, eyes as vacant as the dead—flickered behind my eyelids and faded away.
Yoshino: I want to find so many more things with you—fun things, happy things.
I learned later that when Yasuchika-san had a prophetic dream of my death, he was the one who changed that future.
(That’s why I want to give every part of my future to this man.)
Yasuchika: I feel like I could do anything as long as I’m with you.
Gazing at me from such close proximity, the heat in Yasuchika-san's eyes remained steady and inextinguishable.
Yasuchika: I was prepared to do anything to gain power, yet I found myself wanting to remain human after all.
Yasuchika: I harbored the selfish desire to protect you with these very hands... an extravagant wish, wasn't it?
Yoshino: An extravagant wish?
Yasuchika: Yes. Especially since there were plenty of others who likely would have protected you in my stead.
Yasuchika-san gave a bittersweet smile, perhaps picturing someone in particular.
Yasuchika: But it’s fine.
Yasuchika: I’ve decided to stop making excuses.
Yasuchika: I love you, so I want you by my side. It’s a laughably shallow desire.
Yasuchika: Even if no one else permits it... or even if you yourself grow frightened, I’ll find a way to force that wish into reality.
Yoshino: ......There is no way I could ever be frightened.
Yoshino: Because I’m the one who desires this, more strongly than anyone else.
Yoshino: I want to protect you, too, Yasuchika-san.
Yasuchika: ......
Yasuchika-san brushed my cheek, as if tracing my features to confirm I was truly there.
His handsome face drew closer......
Yoshino: Mnh......
He claimed my lips, catching the faint breath that escaped me.
(The sound of my heart is so loud.)
Yasuchika: Adorable. You’re making the same face you did last night.
Yoshino: ......!
(I wish he wouldn't say things like that... it makes me remember everything...)
Last night—I had spent my first night with Yasuchika-san.
Perhaps sensing the rising heat of my skin, Yasuchika-san let out a low chuckle.
Yasuchika: Hey, Yoshino-san. I offered my own brand of "persuasion" last night to get you to stay in the Capital, but...
Yasuchika: I’ll ask you just one last time. Don't worry about my feelings; tell me your honest, unvarnished truth.
(Eh?)
Yasuchika: Do you want to go back to Kamakura?
The smile had vanished from Yasuchika-san's face.
He waited for my answer with an intense, serious gaze.
Yoshino: I—
Facing the path that led toward our future, the answer I gave was......
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Ending 1 (Loved)
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Tsubaki: What is it you want from me? Tell me.
I caught my breath and looked up at Tsubaki-kun.
He lowered his gaze, a trace of sorrow clouding his expression.
Tsubaki: I can hear the voices of plants, but I can't read a person's heart.
Yumeka: That...... well...
—I want to kiss you.
Saying the words felt like it should be easy, but what I was searching for wasn't that simple.
(How am I supposed to put this into words?)
As I struggled, Tsubaki-kun’s finger gently brushed against my lips.
Tsubaki: I told you. Right now, I belong to you.
Tsubaki-kun: Whatever it is you desire...... with just a word, you could bind me to you.
He pulled his hand away and pressed the very finger that had touched me against his own lips.
Yumeka: I—I just......
My voice trailed off.
If my wish would only serve to bind him, then I definitely couldn't say it lightly.
(Because I don't want to force him into anything.)
(I want to wait for the moment when he naturally feels like he wants to.)
After a moment of thought, I offered a vague excuse to cover my tracks.
Yumeka: Seeing the mysterious power in your voice just reminded me all over again that you really are an ayakashi, Tsubaki-kun.
Tsubaki: Hmmm.
Tsubaki-kun didn't push any further. Instead, he placed a hand on my head and stroked my hair as gently as if I were a child.
Tsubaki: Come here.
Yumeka: Eh...... Ah!
Tsubaki-kun slid an arm around my waist and hoisted me up effortlessly before sitting down on the bed with me in his arms.
Tsubaki: Try holding onto me tighter.
Though I was flustered, the gentle tone of his voice encouraged me to slowly reach out.
Tsubaki: Closer.
Yumeka: O-okay.
I pressed myself flush against him, nuzzling into his chest and breathing in his sweet scent.
A moment later, I heard a soft humming in my ear—Tsubaki-kun was singing.
(Is he...... singing for me?)
The song continued as he patted my back rhythmically, like someone soothing a restless child......
Yumeka: ......And here you said you hated singing in front of people.
Tsubaki: I do. This is special.
Tsubaki: You don't seem to realize it, but you have a special power of your own.
Tsubaki-kun’s hand slid down my back, pulling my hips firmly against his.
Tsubaki: The power to change me.
Tsubaki: It’s not because I’m an ayakashi that I have these "special" abilities.
Yumeka: ......Tsubaki-kun.....
As if responding to my call, he laid me back on the bed and nestled close beside me.
Tsubaki: You understand what I'm saying, don't you?
Tsubaki-kun’s long leg slid between mine. We tangled our arms together, pulling our bodies as close as possible.
Tsubaki: There isn't some vast difference between us. You were the one who made me believe that.
Yumeka: ......
I nodded while still pressed against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic thrumming of his heart against my cheek.
Tsubaki: Feel me more.
He whispered into my ear, sending a shiver of longing racing down my spine.
His palm followed, slowly tracing the curve of my back up and down.
Tsubaki: I want to feel you, too.
Eventually, his hand wandered to my waist, circling over the curve of my hip as if to confirm my shape.
Tsubaki: If we do that, we can become one just like this.
Tsubaki-kun gathered the hem of my nightwear, his fingers beginning to caress my exposed thigh.
Yumeka: Ha...... nnh......
Tsubaki: You’re so adorable when you’re melting under my touch.
My heart fluttered at the sweetness of the word. It was the first time he had ever called me "adorable."
Yumeka: Tsubaki...... kun...
Tsubaki: It’s so lovely how you call my name, as if you’re pleading for me. It makes me want to hear it even more.
Tsubaki-kun was usually so reserved with his words, and I found myself completely swept away by this rare barrage of sweet talk.
(Does he truly mean it from the bottom of his heart?)
(Does he...... love me?)
I knew these whispers of love might just be part of his repertoire as a male courtesan.
Even so, in this moment, I was simply happy.
His hand slipped inside my clothes, softly kneading the curve of my breast.
Yumeka: Ah...... yaan......
I arched my neck, and Tsubaki-kun’s lips brushed against my earlobe.
Tsubaki: Holding you is like savoring a decadent sweet.
Tsubaki: I find myself wanting to eat you again the moment I’m done. Over and over...... I just can’t get enough.
He laughed softly, murmuring that he had already given me a thorough taste once before.
Then, he pinched the tip of my breast with his fingers while simultaneously pressing his lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear.
Yumeka: Ah, nnh...!
Tsubaki: Usually, my job is just to provide pleasure to the butterflies...... but with you, I want us to share it.
Tsubaki: Is it okay if we feel good together?
With those words, Tsubaki-kun pulled my hips flush against his.
The heat between us flared as I felt his hardness press against me just below my navel.
(Tsubaki-kun...... he feels just as good as I do......)
Yumeka: I want to feel good with you, too. I want us to become one.
Since I couldn't reach his lips, I peppered his neck with kiss after kiss instead.
Tsubaki-kun let out a muffled chuckle.
Tsubaki: .......That tickles.
Despite his words, Tsubaki-kun reached up to undo the studs at his collar. He bared his skin and guided my hand to his chest.
Tsubaki: Touch me more.
With our gazes locked, we continued to explore each other’s skin.
With our fingertips, our palms, and our lips.
We touched as if to confirm each other's existence, letting our desire spiral higher and higher.
Our ragged breaths intertwined as our caresses grew more fervent.
I ran my fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, let out a sweet, needy whimper.
Tsubaki-kun, who had been focused on my breast, finally looked up and parted his damp lips.
Tsubaki: Hey...... can you tell? Do you know what I’m wishing for right now?
I nodded as he asked, his voice hitching with every breath.
Even without words, his damp eyes and flushed skin spoke volumes.
Tsubaki: I want you.
Hearing him strain to get those words out sent me into a state of pure, peak ecstasy.
As my desire overflowed alongside my ragged breaths, I instinctively brought my hand to my mouth and licked my middle finger.
It was an unintentional, provocative gesture, but seeing Tsubaki-kun’s eyes flash with a predatory light in response sent my heart racing even faster.
Tsubaki: ......Yumeka.
Tsubaki-kun braced himself and moved between my legs.
Licking his upper lip, he trailed his fingertips together just below my navel......
Tsubaki: I’m going to slide inside you now, and I’m going to show you just how much I can cherish you.
His hard ridge pressed against my drenched petals.
The sound of my own nectar, slick as saliva, only served to fan the flames of my desire.
As I trembled in anticipation, Tsubaki-kun’s hardness finally began to enter me.
Yumeka: Ah—it’s...... it feels so good...... aanh.
I couldn't help but cry out as he pushed forward slowly, as if to savor the feel of my hot, slick walls.
Impatient, I felt myself pulsing around him, urging him deeper, but Tsubaki-kun pulled back teasingly just before reaching the end.
Tsubaki: ......Wait. Don't squeeze me so tight.
Tsubaki: I want to savor this for as long as possible, don't I?
The slow, deliberate rhythm pulled back the pleasure that had been ready to peak, allowing it to soak into every fiber of my being instead.
I was wrapped in a light, airy sensation, melting away into the gentle ecstasy Tsubaki-kun was providing.
Yumeka: ......I feel like I’m going to dissolve just like this, and truly become one with you......
Tsubaki-kun’s usually cool features were distorted with pleasure, his cheeks flushed deep red. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, landing right in the hollow of my chest.
Tsubaki: If it's with you, I wouldn't mind becoming one.
If we did that, we could stay together forever.
We wouldn't have to worry about being human or ayakashi anymore.
As our hips swayed in unison, the room filled with the rhythmic, lewd sounds of our union.
Tsubaki: Ah...... it feels so good......
The hard ridge sliding slickly inside me finally struck my innermost depths, and I let out a pained, yearning cry.
Yumeka: Ah! Tsubaki-kun, more... thrust into me more!
Tsubaki: Heh...... Are you already at your limit? Fine, let’s go together.
Tsubaki: I want to...... I want to come inside you.
As he spoke, he moved over me, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me into a tight embrace.
With our bodies pressed flush against each other, he began to move his hips with a fierce intensity.
Yumeka: Ah, aan, haahn!
Shaken by the deep, frantic rhythm, the balloon of my pleasure inflated in the blink of an eye.
The squelching sound of my nectar and our ragged breathing only spurred the pace faster.
The moment he struck my deepest point with a powerful thrust, something inside my head snapped with a bang, and white sparks scattered behind my eyes.
Yumeka: Ah, ahhhhhh—!
Tsubaki: Ahh—!
It felt as though shards of shimmering light were raining down upon me.
Once our ragged breathing began to steady, Tsubaki-kun’s hand reached for my hair, gently combing through the strands.
Tsubaki: You can sleep now.
His fingers wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes, and his warm palm stroked my cheek.
Tsubaki: I’ll prepare some water with those moonflowers you like floating in it.
Yumeka: ......Okay.
My body, finally released from its desire, felt heavy and listless.
(Ah, I can't think about anything anymore. I just love Tsubaki-kun—I love him so much.)
Even if I can't put my feelings into words, even if we can't kiss, and even if we can't live our lives together.
Every time we become one on this bed like this, I find I just can't give up on him.
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Master: Can the grand flower of love truly bloom between an ayakashi and a human?
Master: Will you show us the answer here at Mugenro?
..
That flower might never bloom.
But these feelings have certainly taken root and begun to sprout—
Nourished by the vitality of his singing voice, they reach even more powerfully toward the sky.
(—Tsubaki-kun, I love you.)
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Chapter 25
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Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, it appears that everyone, starting with Nanasawai-sama, has decided not to return to the Oda’s service.
Shojumaru-san looked down in apparent disappointment as he announced the result.
Nanasawai: You said there was no need to run, but surely you understand the situation now.
(This can't be...... what do we do......?)
As Nanasawai and the others gloated, Mitsunari-kun turned a sharp gaze toward them.
Mitsunari: ......No. Not yet.
(Not yet...?)
Nanasawai let out a strained, mocking laugh.
Nanasawai: What kind of futile struggle are you planning now? The result is an overwhelming victory for our side.
Nanasawai: We will never return to the service of the Oda forces. Hey, someone get this insolent fool out of my sight.
Mai: Wait! Won't you please listen to us for just a little longer?
If we backed down now, it would mean war and countless casualties.
I raised my voice in desperation, but they only looked at us with eyes full of contempt.
Daimyo 1: Listen? I believe we’ve heard quite enough.
Daimyo 2: Yes, anything more is a waste of time. If you won't leave, then we shall be the ones to take our leave.
Mitsunari: I cannot allow you to pass.
(Mitsunari-kun...?)
Everyone fell silent, choked by the sheer intensity Mitsunari-kun radiated—an aura as sharp as a finely honed blade.
Mitsunari: I must ask you to wait here a little longer.
Nanasawai: Just what exactly are we waiting for?
Mitsunari: You will understand soon enough. Until then, I ask that you do not move from your spots.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama, please stay close to my side.
Mai: O-okay.
I nodded, but just like Nanasawai and the others, I couldn't read what Mitsunari-kun was thinking.
(But Mitsunari-kun would never use force to get his way just because he lost a fair match.)
(He must have some kind of plan.)
Mitsunari-kun’s words from last night flashed through my mind.
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Mitsunari: It will be alright. I told you that I’ve already taken measures, didn't I?
Mitsunari: So, will you believe in me until the very end?
Mai: Of course. No matter the situation, I’ll always believe in your words.
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(Mitsunari-kun doesn't tell lies. I’ll believe in you, just like I promised...!)
The tension in the room continued to rise as Mitsunari-kun maintained his unyielding stance.
Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, you clearly have something in mind, but isn't this a poor move?
Shojumaru: If you provoke the anger of Nanasawai-sama and the others any further, it won't just be you in danger—it will bring harm to the Princess as well.
Mitsunari: Do not worry. No matter the circumstances, I will not allow a single finger to be laid upon Mai-sama.
Nanasawai: Hah. If you overstate your own abilities like that, you'll only end up regretting it.
Nanasawai: Even Mai-sama is trembling with fear.
As Nanasawai laughed, his face twisted with malice, I straightened my back and stood tall.
Mai: No, I’m fine! I came here to talk things through.
Mai: I agree with everything he’s doing.
(We’re on the brink of war; I can’t run away now.)
Mitsunari: I have Mai-sama’s permission. I suggest you all worry about yourselves instead.
Shojumaru: ......
Mitsunari-kun took the full weight of the daimyos' silent, piercing glares.
After a long, agonizing silence, Nanasawai finally stood up with a burst of aggression.
Nanasawai: Tsk. Even if you have Oda guards waiting outside, you’re still outnumbered here. I’ll personally throw you out!
(Ah...!)
As Nanasawai reached out to grab me by the collar, Mitsunari-kun caught his hand from the side and gave it a sharp twist.
Nanasawai: Ugh!
His body was spun around, and Nanasawai collapsed onto the tatami mats.
Mitsunari: I believe I told you that I would not let a single finger be laid upon her.
Nanasawai: Y-you...... curse you......
(Oh no!)
It happened just as the fallen Nanasawai reached violently for the sword at his waist.
Mitsunari's Subordinate: Mitsunari-sama, excuse me. A letter has just arrived from an urgent messenger.
(A letter...... from who?)
The sliding door opened, and Mitsunari-kun quickly unfolded the letter he received from his subordinate.
Mitsunari: Good. It arrived in time.
Mitsunari: I was waiting for this message. These are the results of the additional investigation I requested.
Daimyo 3: What have you been talking about this whole time......?
Daimyo 4: Could you speak in a way that we can actually understand?
Mitsunari-kun looked up from the letter and scanned the room.
Mitsunari: Of course. Nanasawai-dono, I suggest you listen closely as well.
Nanasawai: Gh......
Nanasawai slowly pushed himself up while clutching his arm, which was likely still throbbing from where Mitsunari-kun had grabbed him.
Mitsunari: Over the past few days, as I gathered information regarding Nanasawai-dono and everyone here...
Mitsunari: I noticed several unnatural movements when cross-referencing that data with the rumors spreading through town.
(He’s talking about the information I gathered during my investigations.)
Mai: What was unnatural about it?
Mitsunari: Rumors, by their very nature, tend to grow and change as they pass from person to person.
Mitsunari: They become imprecise, drift toward falsehood, and grow more exaggerated over time, don't they?
Mai: That's true......
Mitsunari: However, the information I gathered and the rumors in town were strangely accurate and consistent in their content.
Mitsunari: In other words, I began to suspect that someone had been intentionally leaking this information to the public over the last few days.
Mitsunari: Therefore, to prepare for such an event, I sent a letter to Mitsuhide-san—who has been operating independently—and requested an additional investigation.
(To Mitsuhide-san...... So that's what was happening.)
Mitsunari: He has sent me the results...... and I finally have my confirmation.
Nanasawai: ......
The color drained from Nanasawai’s face as he let out a sharp intake of breath.
(Does that mean Nanasawai was the one leaking the info? But for what reason......?)
Based on the information Mitsunari-kun and I gathered, Nanasawai’s reputation was nothing but negative.
(There were rumors of corruption, too.)
(It’s hard to imagine why he’d do something that would only hurt his own standing.)
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, based on the information I obtained, I initially believed that you were the one controlling the other daimyo.
Mitsunari: Up until a few days ago, I was also convinced that Kicho-dono was the mastermind pulling your strings from the shadows......
Mitsunari: However, it appears I was mistaken.
Mai: Wait...... mistaken?
Mitsunari: Yes. Everything was a trap designed to distract us.
Mitsunari: The information provided was meant to lead us to a false mastermind—all to avert our eyes from the true culprit.
Nanasawai grew even paler, trembling as he clutched his forehead.
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, the true mastermind who held your weaknesses over you and threatened you is right here in this room. Isn't that right?
Nanasawai: ......Gh, I, I—
His utter flustered state was all the confirmation Mitsunari-kun’s theory needed.
(If the mastermind isn't Kicho-dono, then who could it be......?)
Mitsunari: The true mastermind approached me while pretending to be an ally.
Mitsunari: Operating from the shadows to ensure this meeting would be crushed and serve as the trigger for war.
Mai: Pretending to be an ally...... you mean......
Only one person came to mind.
My gaze was drawn toward Shojumaru-san.
Shojumaru: Surely you aren't suggesting that you suspect me, Mitsunari-sama?
Mitsunari: I am not "suspecting" you. I am certain it is you.
Daimyo 1: W-wait, the merchant Shojumaru is the mastermind?
Daimyo 2: No, that can't be......
The daimyo—excluding Nanasawai—began to murmur among themselves, clearly hearing this for the first time.
(Is Shojumaru-san really the mastermind?)
Mitsunari-kun’s calm, violet eyes pierced right through Shojumaru-san.
Mitsunari: Shojumaru-dono, just who are you?
The question echoed through the room, followed by a heavy silence.
Shojumaru: …Heh.
Shojumaru: Hahahahaha!
When Shojumaru-san finally looked up, he burst into a loud, raucous laughter.
(His expression has changed. It’s like he’s a completely different person.)
Shojumaru: I suppose I’ve reached the end of my rope.
Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, you asked who I really am, but it’s a name you’re damn well familiar with.
His sharp, blood-red eyes narrowed—
Motonari: When I play the merchant, I go by Shojumaru.
Motonari: But I am the man who should be dead—Mori Motonari. A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.
(The Mori...?)
..
Mitsunari: Allow me to introduce you. This is Shojumaru-san, a merchant based in the Chugoku region.
Mitsunari: He was of great assistance to us when we established a peace treaty with the Mori.
..
(The man who mediated the peace between the Oda and the Mori was the man himself?)
A chill ran down my spine at the sheer terror of the person before me—someone who had advanced his plans right under our noses without ever revealing his true identity.
Mitsunari: Mori Motonari...... I see. It all makes sense now. You faked your own death to operate from the shadows.
Mitsunari: I suspect you have joined forces with Kicho-dono, have you not?
Motonari: Hehehe. For someone with such a clever head on his shoulders, it took you a damn long time to reach the right answer, didn't it?
Motonari: Teaming up with others isn't usually my style, but a festival with that man is bound to be far more spectacular.
Motonari: I’ll be showing you exactly what I mean soon enough.
(So this man was connected to Kicho—the one who attacked Azuchi.)
Mitsunari: That is just like the man they call the God of Schemers.
Mitsunari: This time as well, while claiming to mediate between the daimyo and the Oda forces, you were actually doing the exact opposite.
Motonari: Don't glare at me like that. You'll make me blush.
Motonari: You’ve hit the mark. While you were busy negotiating with those pathetic daimyo, I was making my own moves.
Motonari: I was the one threatening Nanasawai, but from the daimyos' perspective, it must have looked like the other way around.
Nanasawai flinched visibly as Motonari-san cast a sharp glance his way.
Motonari: Using that to my advantage, I played the role of Nanasawai’s messenger and kept giving orders to the daimyo.
Motonari: I told them never to yield to the Oda negotiator. That if they stopped their defection, Nanasawai would move to retaliate.
Motonari: Every single one of them followed my orders without a shred of suspicion.
Motonari: Pathetic and unsightly, isn't it?
Daimyo: How dare you......!
Facing the daimyo and their grim expressions, Motonari-san merely shrugged without a hint of remorse.
Motonari: I’ll tell you something else. I spread plenty of nasty rumors about you and the Oda forces, too.
Motonari: I trust you and the Princess had a fair bit of fun with those?
Memories of the teahouse owner’s sudden hostility and the man shouting at me on the street flashed through my mind.
(He really did betray us.)
(Everything he said and did until now was just an act.)
..
Shojumaru: To provide information is to be complicit in conflict.
Shojumaru: When people prioritize their own gain, the flames of war rise...... Many people are hurt, and many lose their lives.
Shojumaru: I cannot endure a world that has become such a hell.
..
(I want to prevent lives from being taken by war...... I trusted him as a comrade who shared those same feelings.)
(And above all, Mitsunari-kun must have suspected Shojumaru-san at least once.)
(I thought it was unlike him, but he decided to trust Shojumaru-san anyway, and yet......)
I looked down, overwhelmed by a feeling of bitter frustration.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama......
Mitsunari-kun’s hand rested gently on my back in a comforting gesture.
(W-wait. Even in such a difficult moment, Mitsunari-kun hasn't forgotten to be considerate.)
(I can't be the only one sitting here feeling depressed...!)
Mai: I’m fine. I’m going to support you, Mitsunari-kun.
(I have to think about what to do next alongside him, without showing any weakness.)
Mitsunari: Those are the most encouraging words I could hear.
With a nod, Mitsunari-kun turned back to face Motonari-san.
Mitsunari: Motonari-dono, you were the one who mediated the peace with the Mori.
Mitsunari: Why go through this elaborate charade? I cannot see how there would be any benefit for you.
(Come to think of it, when Nobunaga-sama was attacked at Honno-ji......)
..
Nobunaga: .......Mitsunari? What are you doing here? Where is Hideyoshi?
Mitsunari: I have come at the command of Hideyoshi-sama. Hideyoshi-sama himself is currently on his way here.
Mitsunari: We received word that your life was being targeted, Nobunaga-sama...... It appears the information was correct.
..
(The Oda forces signed a ceasefire with the Mori and rushed back, didn't they?)
Mitsunari: The Mori had the option to stall us. Yet, you did not choose to do so.
Mitsunari: If it was merely to lower our guard, too much time has passed before your next move.
Motonari’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting.
Motonari: Well, even if I sold you a favor, there’s no guarantee it would ever be useful.
Motonari: But you see, a gamble is only fun when it actually pays off.
Motonari: If you sow the seeds of malice, a grand flower might just bloom.
Motonari: And in fact, you were beautifully deceived by my smooth talking for quite a while.
Motonari: The result is your loss, Mitsunari. Hurry back to Azuchi and report it with tears in your eyes.
Mitsunari-kun’s stern expression didn't waver as Motonari chuckled.
Mitsunari: ......Yes. That is true. I cannot deny that I have been forced onto the defensive.
Mitsunari: It is also a fact that I have lost.
Mitsunari: However, I am a very poor loser.
Motonari: Hah?
(Even now, I know Mitsunari-kun hasn't stopped thinking for a second.)
(He’s calculating the best move to turn the situation back in our favor.)
After taking a breath, Mitsunari-kun turned back to the daimyo.
Mitsunari: "Yes," none. "No," six...... those were the results of the vote just now, weren't they?
Daimyo: W-well, that’s......
Mitsunari: Indeed. Having spoken with all of you and closed the distance between us over these past five days,
Mitsunari: I know that some of you were genuinely interested in the conditions I proposed.
Mitsunari: I do not believe all of that was a lie.
Mitsunari: However, there were likely those among you who were subjected to undue pressure and could not voice your true opinions.
(I see... so that's why the vote turned out that way.)
The daimyo exchanged awkward glances, clearly moved by Mitsunari-kun’s insight.
Mitsunari: Please, do not be manipulated by those who treat even their allies as pawns. Find your courage and choose your own path.
Mitsunari: I promise that I will be your shield.
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, that includes you as well.
Nanasawai: H-eek......
Nanasawai’s shoulders shook, seemingly caught off guard by his name being called.
Mitsunari: While your role in instigating the others cannot go entirely unpunished, it is not too late to turn back.
Mitsunari: Likely, the weakness Motonari-dono held over you was regarding your long-term embezzlement.
Motonari: Oh? You’ve got a sharp eye on you.
Motonari: I told him to start a rebellion before Nobunaga could execute him. I told him I’d lead him to victory, and he fell for my sweet words hook, line, and sinker.
(Nanasawai really was being controlled by this man.)
Nanasawai: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry......!
Mitsunari-kun placed a gentle hand on the shoulder of Nanasawai, who had bowed so low his forehead touched the tatami.
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, rest easy. If you repay the embezzled funds, I promise that I will mediate with Nobunaga-sama on your behalf.
Mitsunari: I have already calculated a repayment plan. Above all, please do not give up here.
Mitsunari: Even if one commits an error, it should always be possible to start over.
Nanasawai choked back a sob and looked up at Mitsunari-kun.
Nanasawai: Mitsunari-dono...... For the many insults I have dealt you...... I am truly, deeply sorry.
Nanasawai: Please, allow us to return to the Oda’s service......
Daimyo 1: Then I shall return as well!
Daimyo 2: Me too......!
(Mitsunari-kun’s voice reached them...... they actually listened to his persuasion!)
After confirming that every daimyo present was in agreement, Mitsunari-kun directed a smile toward Motonari-san.
Mitsunari: It seems my persistence has won out, Motonari-dono.
Motonari: So it seems. Very well, I’ll pull back for now.
Motonari: But you know, there was a chance that message from Mitsuhide wouldn't have made it in time.
Motonari: In that case, you would have been the loser. Next time, I’ll be the one who wins.
Motonari: You’d better be prepared too, Princess.
(Ugh, I know it’s a provocation, but I can’t just stay silent.)
Mai: No matter what schemes you try, Mitsunari-kun will never lose!
My voice grew loud with the frustration of having been deceived.
Motonari: Heh...... Not bad.
Motonari narrowed his eyes and ran a hand through his silver hair.
Motonari: Playtime is over.
Motonari: I’m already looking forward to seeing the Princess’s tear-streaked face once her heart has been utterly shattered.
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Chapter 7
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Rio Ortiz Act 2 Sequel: Dramatic Ending Chapter 14
DE Chapter 13
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
In the war-torn land of Ruby, battle was as commonplace as any daily routine—by the next morning, the people had already returned to their ordinary lives.
As if nothing had ever happened, they left behind no traces of the conflict, save for the wounded.
Rio: I’ve finally found you, Gilbert-sama.
Just as the last signs of life faded from the manor, the world’s calamity appeared without a sound.
In a secluded back room, hidden from prying eyes, he sat waiting in the stillness—as if expecting someone to arrive.
Gilbert: I heard you went to the battlefield.
I set down the things I was carrying on the floor in front of Gilbert as he turned toward me.
Rio: A souvenir for you.
Gilbert: Good work. Did you scavenge it?
Rio: I simply borrowed it from a soldier who was lying around.
The soft light filtering through the shoji traced the ownerless armor, slowly bringing the metallic silhouette into focus.
Gilbert knelt down, letting his fingers trail over the plating.
Gilbert: How fascinating. To think there is a country with this kind of technology.
Rio: So it’s a rarity even through your eyes, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: Yes, it’s quite advanced. Though I’d say it’s roughly on par with Obsidian’s own craftsmanship.
Rio: On par with a military superpower...
Gilbert: The world is vast and full of wonders.
The way he held the armor up to the light made him look like a child who had just been given a new toy, his face brimming with delight.
Gilbert: By the way, you saved Walter, didn't you?
Rio: He was looking for you, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: Ah... he’s like that the moment I slip away from his sight. Quite a handful for a doctor, isn't he?
Rio: Is he actually your personal physician?
With a faint chuckle, those crimson eyes locked onto his interviewer.
Gilbert: Valerio, nothing good comes from prying too deep, you know?
Rio: ......I suppose that’s true. I don't have much interest in it anyway.
Gilbert: Because it has nothing to do with the Little Rabbit, right?
Rio: Ah, but I am curious about where you were yesterday.
Gilbert: The same place as you.
Rio: You were watching us?
Gilbert: I’ve always been fond of the view from the top.
Rio: I hope you aren't going to tell me you were... scouting the battlefield.
Gilbert: Haha, I wonder.
Rio: It would be a catastrophe if an ever-victorious Grand Marshal were to actually take the field.
Gilbert: You certainly think highly of me. Should I say thank you?
An exasperated sigh fell from Rio’s lips in place of words.
Gilbert: Hehe... Listen, I only fight battles I know I can win.
Gilbert: I don't start a war if there is even a 1% chance of losing.
Gilbert: Being a Grand Marshal means carrying the lives of tens of thousands on your shoulders.
Rio: So right now, you don't see a chance for victory.
Gilbert: It’s not so much a lack of chance as it is a matter of sizing up the opposition.
Gilbert: Just who exactly is my enemy? And is there a possibility of me winning if I challenge that enemy to a fight?
Gilbert: It’s always better to move with caution, wouldn't you agree?
Rio: .......Though it’s possible that an enemy of Obsidian could be an ally to us.
Gilbert: Ahaha, that’s very true.
Gilbert: But I told you before, didn't I? That we could get along.
Gilbert: My desire to be on good terms with you is genuine.
Gilbert: Because I’m certain the entities you and I recognize as enemies are one and the same.
Rio: .....Is that so?
Gilbert: It is.
The smiling beast returned his gaze to the armor.
Rio: If you were to become heavily involved, Gilbert-sama, a decline in the state of world affairs would be unavoidable.
Gilbert: But your turn isn't now.
Rio: It might not be now, but the possibility remains that it will come someday.
Rio: If the time comes for Benitoite to act, then at that moment.......
Gilbert: Will you give your all for your country?
Silence fell, and the sound of a small bird fluttering its wings in the garden drifted into the room.
After a pause, as if carefully choosing his words, Rio gave a brilliant smile.
Rio: I’ll give my all for Emma.
Gilbert: Yes, how refreshing. I don't dislike people who don't lie.
Rio: I suppose this is why you call me a wicked and cruel prince, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: But is that really a bad thing?
Rio: Isn't it?
Gilbert: I don't think so.
Gilbert: After all, it’s precisely because you are wicked and cruel—because you have the talent to kill off malice behind the scenes......
Gilbert: That the Little Rabbit is able to keep smiling even now, isn't it?
Rio: ......
Gilbert: If you were some virtuous, kind, and incompetent prince, she’d be dead by now.
Gilbert: You seem to admire her, but......
Gilbert: Kind people can only remain kind when they live in a kind world.
Gilbert: But the kind world is a fragile thing, easily broken by even a little malice from someone like me, isn't it?
Gilbert: That’s why a wicked and cruel prince is necessary.
Rio: .......I didn't expect to be encouraged by you, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: I’m quite good at worming my way into people's hearts.
Rio: Right. The Beast of Ravage enters a weakened heart and easily takes control.
The beast laughed and set the armor down.
Gilbert: Don't go leaving any openings, Valerio.
Gilbert: If you truly want to protect what is precious to you......?
—
A few days later—beneath a clear sky, cherry blossom petals danced like a light dusting of snow.
Emma: Tomorrow, we finally have to say goodbye to Ruby.
I gazed blankly at the sky from the city bench Rio and I had found before.
Just like the roses in Rhodolite, the cherry blossoms in Ruby seemed to know no rest; today, a beautiful blizzard of petals gently blanketed the bustling streets.
Rio: ......It’s beautiful.
Emma: Yeah, it really is a stunning view.
Rio: You look beautiful, smiling there amidst the cherry blossoms.
(......Wait?)
When I pulled my gaze away from the sky, I realized Rio wasn't looking at the flowers at all.
(He’s been staring at me this whole time.)
Emma: The blossoms are so lovely; shouldn't you be burning the image into your memory?
Rio: I am! I’m burning the image of your divine profile into my mind as you lose yourself in the flowers!
Emma: Divine profile?!
Rio: Sigh...... Your charm really is bottomless, isn't it? I could spend my whole life and still never discover all of it.
His sky-blue eyes softened, reflecting only me.
Even though I should have been used to it by now, the affectionate warmth in his gaze made my cheeks flush.
(R-right. The dorayaki.)
Emma: Rio, let’s eat the dorayaki we just bought. Here.
I pulled a dorayaki from the paper bag on the bench and stuffed it into Rio’s slack mouth.
(I’m sorry. But if I don't do something, I feel like my heart is going to burst, so please forgive me.)
I took a dorayaki out for myself and took a large bite.
Emma: Mmm! This cherry blossom bean paste is delicious.
Rio: ......You look delicious, eating so happily like that.
Emma: ...! Is your orange one good, Rio?
Rio: Yeah. Want a taste?
Emma: I’d love for you to feed it to me...... just kidding.
Rio: !!!
Rio’s sluggish movements turned lightning-fast, and he immediately tore the dorayaki into a bite-sized piece.
By the time I realized I might have said something dangerous, it was too late; a perfect morsel of dorayaki was already being pressed gently against my lips.
Rio: Here you go, Emma.
Unable to find any words, I simply opened my mouth.
The tartness of the orange mixed with a pleasant sweetness made me smile, but the flavor vanished the moment Rio pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Emma: Ri...... Rio?
Rio: You had a bit of crumbs right there.
Emma: ......Are you sure?
Rio: ......Who knows.
(I wanted to calm my heart down, but now it’s louder than ever.)
???: Someone...... please help.
(Hm? I hear someone crying.)
Before I could even react, Rio stood up from the bench and headed toward a nearby cherry blossom tree with unhesitating steps.
(There really was someone there, right under the tree.)
Rio knelt down in front of a little girl who was sobbing uncontrollably.
Rio: What’s the matter?
Girl: My friend...... she can’t get down......
(Her friend...... ah!)
When I looked closer, I saw a kitten perched high up in the cherry blossom tree.
Trembling at the very end of a branch, the cat looked absolutely terrified.
Rio: Just wait a moment, okay?
Without a second thought, Rio began to climb the tree.
(N-no way...... he can even climb trees?)
As bystanders noticed the commotion and stopped to watch, the branch holding the kitten swayed violently—
Emma: Rio!
The moment the cry left my lips, Rio reached out for the kitten.
He scooped it into his arms and leaped down from the tree in one fluid motion.
(......H-he’s safe.)
In that instant, a massive cheer erupted from the crowd.
But Rio didn't even acknowledge the people around him; he simply held out the kitten to the little girl.
Rio: Here you go.
Girl: Thank you, mister! You’re just like a prince!
(My heart stopped for a second there...... but Rio, being able to do that so naturally, really is amazing.)
The crowd eventually dispersed as their excitement cooled, and Rio made his way back to my side.
Rio: Sorry to keep you waiting, Emma.
Emma: No, thank you, Rio.
Rio: Why are you the one thanking me?
Emma: Because I don't think I could have helped her on my own.
Rio: If that’s the case...... then you’re very welcome.
We sat back down on the bench together.
(......Rio moved so fast just now.)
(And...... he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world.)
Rio: Is something wrong?
Emma: Eh?
Rio: You’re smiling.
(Ah, it was showing on my face.)
Emma: Rio...... you weren't thinking about anything just now, were you?
Rio: ....?
(There was no calculation, no ulterior motive—he just ran over because a child was in trouble.)
(Rio calls himself self-centered and wicked, and maybe he is those things sometimes, but......)
(That’s not all there is to him.)
Emma: I was just thinking about how you’re probably not very good at finding the wonderful things about yourself.
Emma: Even though you find so many wonderful things about me.
Rio: That’s because you, Emma, are a supreme treasure perfected in this world, a celestial maiden who descended to earth, an angel—
I pressed my index finger against his lips, stemming the flood of words that showed no sign of stopping.
Emma: But it’s okay if you aren't good at it.
Emma: Because I’m going to find plenty of wonderful things about you for you.
(So, I don't want you to think so lowly of yourself.)
(Please don't look down on the Rio that I love.)
Rio: Emma......
Rio’s eyes brimmed with tears as he covered his mouth with his hand—and then, he just fainted right there.
Emma: Rio?!
...
Matias: What a truly harmonious couple.
Standing by the window, Matias turned his gaze back toward the room.
The sweet shop was empty, with a "Closed" sign hanging on the door.
The only presence remaining was that of a Yasha, perched quietly upon the second-floor railing.
Kagari: But he’s already noticed us.
Matias: If that’s true, then Benitoite has been hiding a formidable trump card indeed.
Matias: Do you believe he could become a threat?
Though he said "you," those snow-colored eyes were focused not on the Yasha, but rather on—
???: I doubt it.
The darkness at the back of the second floor, where the light could not reach, began to unravel as another figure emerged to stand beside the Yasha.
Azel: Provided we don't commit any discourtesies toward her, that is.
Azel: But really, to think they would do such things in public...... Ugh, I don't even want to go near them. I’m getting goosebumps......
Matias: You’ve always been the type to scream at the very first line of a romance novel, so I imagine those two aren't exactly your cup of tea.
Azel: Indeed. Love and romance are far too noisy for my tastes; I’d prefer to never be involved with them for the rest of my life.
Azel: Though, since Silvio-sama helps us out on a regular basis, I felt obligated to provide a little fan service for him.
Kagari: I let them observe, just as you ordered.
Azel: Thank you. With this, I’m sure Benitoite will finally grasp the situation.
Azel: Whether or not we can secure the cooperation of Silvio-sama and that cheerful little brother of his will change the entire course of this war.
Kagari: What about the search for the Beast of Ravage?
Azel: Leave him be for now. He must have witnessed this battle as well.
Azel: When the time is right, he’ll show up on his own.
Matias: Wouldn't it be more of a problem if he did show up?
Azel: Aren't you curious? Between a diviner whose predictions have never once missed the mark......
Azel: And an ever-victorious Grand Marshal who has never once lost on the battlefield—which one of them will remain honest until the very end?
Kagari: My money is on you.
Azel: Naturally. After all, Kagari-kun and Matias-kun are bound to the same fate as I am.
Azel: But more importantly......
Suddenly, all eyes turned toward the window.
Among the people passing by in the street, a single tall, weary-looking young man stood out—
A pair of leaf-green eyes turned their way, and Matias quickly ducked into the shadows.
Azel: It seems the Grand Marshal is quite skilled at nurturing talent.
Kagari: Isn't he a prince of Rhodolite?
Azel: On the surface, perhaps.
Matias: ......Is he an informant?
Azel: Who can say? At the very least, you should consider him the Grand Marshal’s personal right-hand man for now.
Azel: It would be rather inconvenient if our information were to be leaked.
Kagari: I’ll keep an eye on him.
Matias: No, I’m the right person for that. Kagari, you have other things to attend to, don't you?
The young man paused for a moment before starting to walk again.
Azel: ......If possible, I’d like to see a change in leadership in Benitoite before the situation shifts any further.
Matias: I hear that’s all anyone in Benitoite is talking about lately.
Matias: I assumed Silvio was the only choice for the next King...... but what does your prediction say?
Azel: My predictions tend to become an absolute future.
Azel: However, let’s see...... while love is a wretched thing, it also brings about miracles.
Azel: The current Valerio-kun is capable of exerting power far beyond his actual abilities.
Azel: As far as the alliance is concerned, as long as the current King is removed, it doesn't matter which of them takes the throne.
Azel: Whether it’s Silvio-sama or that cheerful little brother, I look forward to the moment the crown changes hands.
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The slow, steady sound of the waves drifted in from the distance.
In Ruby, you had to travel all the way to the coast to hear that sound, but now, it was right beside me.
Rio: Good morning, Emma.
Emma: ......Rio.
(That’s right......)
(We came back to Benitoite yesterday, didn't we?)
I blinked slowly, over and over.
Eventually, my vision came into focus, and I could clearly see Rio’s face, melting into a smile.
Rio: You can sleep a bit longer if you want. We don't have anything on the schedule today.
Emma: Mmm......
(I’m sleepy, but......)
Emma: ......I don't think I can settle down.
Rio was staring at me, as if he’d forgotten how to blink.
Being met with such passion right at the start of the day made me feel strangely restless, and my drowsiness vanished instantly.
Rio: Oh, that’s strange. I’m trying to close my eyes too, but......
Rio: It seems my eyelids refuse to stay down when there’s such a precious, lovely angel right in front of me. Sorry, okay?
(Do I really look...... cute right now?)
I instinctively pulled the blanket up, hiding half of my face.
Emma: ......I just woke up.
Rio: You’re cute. Even when you’ve just woken up, you’re incredibly cute.
(There’s absolutely no way.)
(I know there isn't, and yet......)
I ran my fingers through my messy hair to straighten it out and stole a glance at Rio.
There wasn't a mirror nearby, but the adoring expression on Rio’s face hadn't changed at all.
(......Maybe I really am... cute?)
Emma: Rio, do you remember what you said before?
Rio: Hm?
..
Rio: ......He’s cold-blooded, he steals the credit of others, he only sucks up to the King, and he discards anyone he finds useless.
Rio: He has no humanity, his smiles are nothing but lies. He murders anyone who gets in his way behind the scenes and laughs about it.
Rio: I know that all of those things are just rumors.
Rio: But when people keep saying them over and over...
Rio: Sometimes I start to wonder if I really am that kind of person.
..
Emma: I was thinking... maybe the opposite is true, too.
Rio: The opposite?
Emma: If you keep telling me I’m cute every single day......
Emma: ......I might actually start to think I’m cute, no matter what time it is......
Emma: I might start...... to believe it......
(No, that’s just vanity talking!)
The moment I said it out loud, I was hit by a wave of intense embarrassment. I wanted to crawl back under the blankets.
As if sensing my movement, Rio pulled me into a tight hug.
Rio: It’s not that you "might start to think" you're cute—you are cute.
Rio: I’ve never called anything cute unless I truly thought it was.
Rio: Wait, don't tell me you actually thought you weren't cute, Emma?!
Rio: I can't believe it...... You’re the very incarnation of cuteness! You won't find anyone like you no matter where you look!
Emma: You’re the only one who says it that much, Rio.
Rio: Then I guess I’m just lucky.
Rio: Since I was the first one to realize just how cute you are, more than anyone else!
(Ugh...... my heart is so loud.)
(And because I know he means it from the bottom of his heart, it's even worse.)
Rio’s smile melted even further, and I found myself unable to let go of the blanket.
Emma: You’re also...... handsome, and kind.
Emma: I think you’re a wonderful prince.
Rio: —!!!
(......I see. I should have been putting it into words like this every day.)
(Every single day, until Rio finally realizes his own charm......)
(If I do that, I’m sure Rio will eventually start to think, "I really am that kind of person.")
(Maybe I can... protect Rio’s heart.)
Emma: Rio, you’re so handsome.
Rio: ......No, no, no, stop, I can't take this—
Emma: You’ll be fine once you’re used to hearing it.
Rio: I won't get used to it! I’ll never get used to it!
Emma: Then make yourself get used to it.
I let go of the blanket and cupped Rio’s face in my hands.
Emma: And another thing—mnh.
Before I could get the words out, he pecked at my lips.
His face was bright red, and every time I tried to open my mouth, he kissed me again.
(He... he’s determined not to let me say it......!)
His relentless kisses gradually deepened, as if he were trying to steal not just my words, but my very thoughts.
(Ngh...... I won't... let you......)
I desperately lifted my hands, which were beginning to tremble as I was swallowed by pleasure, and touched Rio’s ear.
The moment I tickled him with my fingertips, a split-second opening was created—
I pulled my face away during that gap and buried my nose against his neck so he couldn't kiss me.
(I want him to reflect on his behavior, just a little.)
Rio: Emma?!
I pressed my lips to his neck and sucked at the skin.
Hearing Rio’s panicked voice finally made me feel a sense of satisfaction.
Emma: That’s your punishment for interrupting me.
I pulled away and looked up at the stunned Rio.
The red mark left clearly on his neck was much more prominent than I had expected.
Emma: S-sorry. Maybe I went a bit too far.
(I didn't think it would leave such a mark.)
(And in a place where...... he can't hide it with clothes.)
As I traced the red mark with my finger, Rio grabbed my wrist—
Rio: ......A collar.
Emma: Eh?
Rio: I like it. It’s like a collar from you.
Rio: Haa...... thank you, Emma. I’m going to treasure this mark for the rest of my life.
Emma: Don't you dare!
(I mean, he can't anyway...... but it didn't turn out to be a punishment at all!)
He brought my captured hand to his chest.
Through his palm against his bare skin, I could feel the frantic thumping of his heart.
Rio: Hey... my heart is beating so fast right now.
Emma: ........Yeah, it is.
(I thought I’d messed up...... but his heart is racing this much for me.)
His face, melting with affection, drew closer once more. He left a lingering heat on my lips before pulling back.
Rio: Sorry. You’re just so cute, and I’m so overflowing with love for you that...... I can't help but want you.
(Ngh......)
As he pecked at my lips over and over, my own body began to scream its love for him.
(I feel like every time we kiss, Rio’s heartbeat gets faster.)
(And mine is probably doing the same.)
Rio: I want to love you, to unravel you... I want to feel that you belong to me. Is that okay?
Being pierced by a gaze filled with a man’s heat made my throat go dry.
Emma: ......It’s okay.
Emma: But in exchange, will you listen to what I have to say?
Rio: ......In that case, maybe I should write my last will and testament first.
Emma: No.
Emma: Leaving me behind and going somewhere else is...... not allowed.
His clear, sky-blue eyes narrowed into an impossibly soft, tender look.
Rio: Emma...... You really are so cute.
Emma: You’re very, very handsome too, Rio.
(I simply love Rio.)
(And because I love him, even if he feels like he’s going to die from it, I won't stop saying it.)
(I’ll tell him over and over until he realizes his own worth, and this time, I’ll be the one to protect him with my own hands.)
(So, please forgive me, okay?)
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Dramatic Ending Epilogue
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Rain fell against the sheets, stealing away the faint warmth he had left behind.
The sound of rain drumming against the window had faded without me noticing, leaving only the sound of my own sobbing to echo through the room.
(What should I have done...?)
I didn't even try to wipe away the tears that continued to spill over, staring blankly at the floor instead.
Wrapped in his heavy coat, still stained with the blood of others, I knew that spendng my time weeping and dwelling on my actions would lead to nothing... but I couldn't stop.
I have no idea how long I stayed there, crying.
I couldn't stay there forever, so I stepped outside with Darius’s coat draped over me to hide my ruined blouse.
As if on cue, a carriage pulled up right in front of me—
...
Coachman: Just a moment ago, a man named Darius requested that if a woman wearing a white man's coat appeared, I was to take her on board.
Kate: Oh...
Coachman: He also asked that I hand you this box.
Startled by the coachman’s words, I climbed inside and found a large box resting on the seat.
(What is the meaning of this...?)
Timidly, I opened the box—inside was a dress trimmed with warm-looking fur.
Kate: What...?
As I stood there in shock, the coachman tapped lightly on the window to get my attention.
Coachman: I’ve also been instructed to drive you back to the palace once you’ve finished changing.
Perhaps out of a sense of discretion, the coachman moved the carriage into the shadows a short distance away.
I... I felt as though the tears were going to start all over again.
(After everything that happened, he still prepared clothes for me and even arranged a carriage...)
I was certain I had been abandoned, but to receive an apology for my torn blouse in such a manner... I couldn't tell if he was being cruel or kind, and I found myself letting out a watery laugh.
(But I suppose it's that very mismatch... that I’ve been drawn to.)
With a heart full of complicated emotions, I slipped my arms into the sleeves.
Just as I finished changing and was about to call out to the coachman, I spotted a familiar figure outside the window—
Kate: ......William?
I threw the door open and leaned out.
Noticing me, William looked startled and immediately came running over.
William: Are you alone? What on earth happened in a place like—
He peered into the carriage, caught sight of Darius’s stained coat, and let out a sigh of understanding.
William: I see... It sounds like I ought to hear the full story.
The carriage carrying William and me began its journey toward the palace.
I told him everything that had happened today.
Confronting someone who knew about Darius’s past; that horrific facility called Haus.
The reason he can't trust a soul.
I couldn't bring myself to share every single detail, but since he understood the gist of it from my brief explanation, the conversation went more smoothly than I expected.
William: ......Hearing that reminds me of something.
Kate: What is it?
William: I once overheard Victor and Roger discussing a facility called Haus.
William: Apparently, it was an organization that existed even before the unification of the German Empire.
William: They said it had been dismantled... but to think it was a facility for the military exploitation of the cursed.
William murmured with a somber expression before continuing.
William: It’s clear that Darius’s position as a savior to them remains unchanged.
Kate: I suppose so. But Darius is also...
William: Another cursed soul who has been oppressed by humans, is that it?
I nodded at his words and spoke up.
Kate: I never understood the reason why Darius doesn't trust people.
That humans can't be trusted. The utility of a pet and a master.
That people must be ruled through fear.
I didn't understand why he said those things, but now that I know his past, I do.
Kate: Darius has been deeply hurt by humans. He’s been kept at a distance, exploited, and controlled.
Kate: That’s why he can't trust. His inability to believe isn't just because of his sin.
Kate: I can't help but think it’s the fault of the people who were around him.
At my words, William lowered his gaze.
William: ......As members of Crown who are also cursed, we can somewhat understand how he feels.
William: The cursed are destined for a tragic end.
William: We who possess special powers are, sadly, fundamentally different from ordinary humans, wouldn't you agree?
William: Much like Darius, I, too—having been born with this power—had similar experiences during my childhood.
(William too...?)
William turned a nostalgic gaze toward the window.
William: When I was a child, I couldn't control this power.
William: Even if it was just a small request, if I wasn't careful with my phrasing, my ability would activate.
William: Whether I was asking them to read a book, play with me, or follow me, I caused a great deal of suffering to many servants with this power.
Kate: But that wasn't your fault, William...
William: Even if it wasn't intentional, everyone who was forced to obey my commands grew to fear me.
William: I couldn't forgive myself for using my power to bend the will of others, so I became very cautious with my words.
My heart ached as I learned about William’s past, but he turned back to me with a gentle smile.
William: However, I had an ally. Someone who faced me with tireless patience, no matter how many commands they received.
He told me the man’s name was Ethan, the head butler of the Rex family.
William: Ethan was the only one who treated me as just a regular child.
William gave a faint smile and looked up.
William: Thanks to Ethan, I wasn't alone. I didn't have to experience true isolation.
William: But I also realize just how lucky I was.
William: Not every cursed person has someone to stay by their side.
William: And even if they do... given that we lead such tragic lives, the likelihood of a painful parting is very high.
William: There must be many cursed souls who have had no choice but to be alone.
Leading lives as tragic as a fairy tale and meeting an end as tragic as a villain’s.
That is what it means to be cursed.
(But just because they have special powers, they're still the same as any other human.)
They can be hurt, and they can feel sorrow.
Just as William says he was lucky, there are times when there's someone to lean on.
But for Darius... such a person must have never existed.
William: Since we are cursed, I doubt there is a single one of us who hasn't felt the weight of loneliness.
At William’s words, my gaze dropped to my lap.
(Since I’m human, I’ll never be able to understand Darius’s feelings in the truest sense.)
It was a helpless, bittersweet feeling. As I squeezed my hands together, William’s kind voice reached me.
William: Her Majesty established Crown to create a place of belonging for those of us who are cursed.
William: Part of the reason is that this place, where we use evil to restrain evil, aligns with my own philosophy.
William: But there's no denying that it's a place where I truly feel at ease.
William: Vogel might be something similar for Darius.
William: ......However, I believe that humans and the cursed alike should be free.
When I looked up, his red eyes were staring straight at me.
William: I don't believe there's a significant difference between us, but what do you think?
William: Being someone who has been so involved with the cursed, surely there are things that only you can see?
I stared back at William as he spoke.
Kate: ......I also think that humans and the cursed aren't that different.
Kate: But from Darius’s perspective...
William: Not every cursed person shares Darius’s way of thinking.
William: Perhaps it’s best not to force an understanding where there is none.
(Not to force an understanding...)
I felt like that would be impossible.
Because—
Kate: I’ve fallen in love with him.
William’s eyes widened for a split second.
Kate: Because I love him, I can't just leave him alone... and because I love him, I find myself wanting him to believe in me.
The tears I thought I’d held back threatened to spill over again, and I sniffled.
William looked at me with a tender expression—and asked a question.
William: What do you think you should do to show him that you are a person worthy of his trust?
Kate: ......I don't know. No matter what I say or how much sincerity I show... it feels as though it’s all meaningless.
William: True. As long as the one receiving it refuses to open their heart, everything may indeed be in vain.
William: Besides, if it leads to your suffering, I doubt any of the Crown would stand idly by.
Having heard my words, William spoke once more.
William: This is merely my own personal theory... but to be trusted, I believe the best way is simply to be there for them.
Kate: To be there for them...
William: I believe you are someone who is capable of being there for the cursed.
William: If you weren't, you wouldn't be able to interact with us in this den of iniquity without fear, would you?
William: I know that you listen to Liam’s minor troubles in your spare time.
William: I know you remembered Harrison’s preferences and shared information about sweet shops with him.
William: It’s the same with the others. You may not realize it, but you are already standing by our side.
His kind words moved me, and I felt a warmth behind my eyes.
And once again, Darius’s face surfaced in my mind.
I don't even understand myself why I fell for him.
(Maybe it’s just because so many heart-pounding things happen when we're together that I’m mistaking it for love...)
But I had noticed that lonely look he would sometimes wear, and I knew I couldn't just leave him be.
It all started with something as simple as that.
Perhaps this love really did spring from what he calls my "revolting goodness."
(But what about now?)
I was happy when he touched me. The more I learned about him, the more I wanted to know.
I even found it endearing when he laughed at all the wrong moments.
And it hurt so much when he wouldn't believe me.
(Even now, after everything I’ve been through today, I still find myself wanting to talk to him.)
I can’t even tell when it started, no matter how much I look back.
But these feelings had been growing bit by bit—until, by the time I noticed, they had taken the shape of "love."
Wanting to know him, wanting to touch him, finding him dear... and wanting him to believe in me.
It was all because I had been in love with him this whole time.
(But unless I stay by his side, he’ll never believe in these feelings.)
The carriage came to a halt; we had arrived back at the palace before I even realized it.
William, who had stepped out ahead of me, shot me a slightly mischievous smile.
William: You are free, Kate.
William: Do as you please.
...
Finally back in my room, I let my body sink into the bed.
(So much happened today...)
I had glimpsed Darius’s past, realized my own feelings, and discovered what it meant to be in love.
I realized only now that the reason I couldn't stop the brutal treatment he dealt to Lord Weber might have been because, deep down, I wanted to stay on his side.
Kate: To be trusted, I have to stay by his side...
I looked up, William’s words echoing in my mind.
And then—I made my choice.
Kate: Until he believes in these feelings, I’ll stay right there with him. I won't leave.
I’ll show him. I'll show him that humans are creatures worthy of trust.
That these feelings—are the absolute, unvarnished truth.
A single sliver of light traced a line across the bed.
Looking out the window, a honey-colored moon peeked through a gap in the clouds.
Kate: It looks just like Darius’s eyes......
I let out a wry laugh at my own whispered words and closed my eyes.
On that day, I made a resolution to stay by his side—to prove my feelings to the devil of distrust.
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Chapter 16
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My first meniscus repair surgery is on Monday and I'm just so excited to get it over with so I can stop being in pain. My other knee will probably be at the end of the year or early next year depending on how busy my surgeon is after this first recovery. Since I'm going to be non-weight-bearing for a few weeks, I'll probably just be holed up at my desk translating when I'm not knocked out from pain meds hehe.
Kinda glad Kanbei's route is out because there's something new for me to translate/read and look forward to for the recovery period :')
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Yasuchika: I love you. So much that I find I’m incapable of killing you.
Yoshino: I love you. So much that I could never truly forget you.
We spoke our feelings aloud, melting our hearts into one to synchronize the frequency of our souls.
(I’ve finally reclaimed these emotions.)
Yasuchika: Ahhh, I give up. I’ve lost. I never realized that love could actually be its own kind of curse.
Together, we reached out our joined hands.
Purple and gold light intertwined, melting into a single radiance...
It gently enveloped the wing that had been stained by Suzaku’s cursed power.
Yoshino: It’s beautiful......
Yasuchika: Yeah. It really is...... beautiful.
Yasuchika: I suppose I’m still capable of using such a gentle power after all.
Suzaku, who had been trembling in pain, lifted its head in wonder.
As Yasuchika-san stroked it, the beast lowered its neck as if finally finding peace.
Yasuchika: The corruption hadn't taken hold completely. At this rate, it looks like we can count on it to guard the Capital as a spirit beast once again.
(Oh, thank goodness......)
Before our very eyes, Suzaku’s wings regained their magnificent vermilion hue......
Suzaku: —!
With a powerful beat of its wings, it soared toward the heavens.
Yasuchika: Suzaku, could I ask one favor of you?
In place of an answer, Suzaku let out a high-pitched cry.
Yasuchika: As you can see, the boundary of the living world is a bit of a mess.
Yasuchika: Help me patch it up.
Yasuchika-san raised both hands toward the sky.
Spheres of light, shimmering in a myriad of colors, drifted up to Suzaku.
Catching them with its talons, Suzaku began to circle gracefully through the air.
Yoshino: Wow......!
A seven-colored rainbow stretched across the sky from horizon to horizon.
By the time the rainbow slowly faded, the sky had regained its deep, azure hue.
(I suppose this is what they call a miracle.)
Suzaku let out one last cry as if to say farewell, then vanished into the distant horizon.
Yasuchika: —I suppose that’s everything, then.
Yoshino: ......Yes.
Yasuchika: Ah, actually...
Yasuchika: I forgot one thing.
(Eh?)
Yasuchika-san gently cupped my cheeks with both hands.
His handsome face drew closer......
Yoshino: Nnh......
He stole my breath away, and the heat rose within me instantly.
Having claimed my lips, Yasuchika-san gave a sultry smile.
Yasuchika: You were the one who kissed me that time.
Yasuchika: I haven't been able to get that sensation out of my head since...... It’s been quite a problem.
Yoshino: Well, I’m the one who didn't want to forget it in the first place, remember?
Yasuchika: My apologies.
Yasuchika-san bowed his head with such a solemn face that it became difficult to stay even a little bit angry with him.
Yasuchika: Let me ask you properly this time...... Yoshino-san, please be my lover.
Yasuchika: I used to be afraid of the version of myself that you changed...... but I’m done with all that now.
(Yasuchika-san......)
Yasuchika: I’m going to live my life in a way that allows me to be proud of the fact that I love you.
Yoshino: ......I’m so happy.
Even though I felt like I’d cried a lifetime’s worth of tears already, my eyes welled up again.
But no matter how many of these happy tears fell, my heart didn't ache the way it used to.
Yoshino: ......What happens after this? Will the fighting continue......?
Yasuchika: I’ll propose a ceasefire.
Yasuchika: No matter how bloodthirsty both sides might be, it would be difficult for them to continue after everything that’s happened.
Both the Shogunate and the Rebels had answered the Imperial Court's request, working together to save the town.
(The fact that everyone could become one, regardless of which side they were on—even if only temporarily—is a truly amazing thing.)
Yasuchika: Well, I did go and declare that I’d be the Guardian of the land. I have a lot to think about.
Yasuchika: For starters, how about I offer my thanks and apologies to everyone who helped us tonight?
Yasuchika: It looks like they’re waiting for us, anyway.
Following where Yasuchika-san pointed, I saw everyone from the Shogunate and the Rebellion waving at us.
(Everyone......)
Yoshino: Wait—does that mean that kiss just now......
Yasuchika: Yeah. They probably saw it.
(No way!)
Yasuchika: Well, does it really matter?
Yasuchika: I think it’s not so bad for everyone to find out all at once that you’ve become the most important person in my life.
Yoshino: ......Yasuchika-san. You didn't do that on purpose, did you?
Yasuchika: ......Of course not.
(That pause was definitely suspicious......!)
With an unreadable smile on his face, Yasuchika-san took my hand and led the way.
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...Five days later.
I had been invited to Yasuchika-san’s estate.
Yasuchika: Welcome, Yoshino-san. You look tired. Were you working as an apothecary again today?
Yoshino: Yes. There are still many soldiers whose injuries haven't fully healed.
Yoshino: And I assume you were in meetings with Yoritomo-sama and Yoshitsune-sama again today, Yasuchika-san?
Yasuchika: Exactly. Honestly, those men have no mercy. I’m exhausted.
(It really must be a grueling negotiation.)
(Three organizations with completely different goals—the Shogunate, the Rebels, and the Imperial Court...)
(They have to find a middle ground that everyone can live with.)
Yoshino: Do you think you’ll be able to reach an agreement?
Yasuchika: Hmm. It’ll probably take a little more time, but we’ll get there.
Yoshino: I’m glad. If you say so, Yasuchika-san, then I can rest easy.
Yasuchika: However...... what will you do once the meetings are over?
(Ah......)
Yasuchika-san smoothly took my hand in his.
Yasuchika: Personally, I’d naturally prefer it if you stayed here in the Capital.
Yasuchika: But if you told me you were going back to Kamakura anyway—
Yoshino: —And if I did?
Yasuchika: Then I’d just have to find the right way to persuade you.
(Wah!)
He gave my hand a tug, pulling me into his arms until I was leaning against him.
Yoshino: Persuade me?
(That’s surprisingly conventional of him.)
I felt embarrassed that such a small, simple bit of warmth could make my heart race like this, so I did my best to act unbothered.
Yasuchika: Exactly. I’ll have to lay all sorts of traps just to get you to say that you want to stay with me.
He whispered directly into my ear, making my heart give a sudden, violent thrum.
Yoshino: Traps...? I don't think you can really call that persuasion.
Yasuchika: Oh, don't be like that. It’s just a very desperate negotiation, is all.
Yasuchika: I love you that much, so I really can't help myself, can I?
(His breath... his lips... they've been brushing against my ear this whole time...)
Restless, I tried to shift my weight, only to hear the faint sound of Yasuchika-san chuckling.
Yoshino: ......Using that as an excuse is playing dirty.
Yasuchika: It’s not an excuse.
He began to playfully tickle my side with his fingers.
Yoshino: Hyah! Wait...
Yoshino: That tickles!
Yasuchika: Ah, yes. Does it?
Yoshino: Is that all you have to say...? Nnh, stop it......
He had officially found my weak spot. His fingers danced over my skin, moving at a distance that was almost—but not quite—touching.
Yoshino: I said stop...... Ahaha!
Yasuchika: Hmm, no.
Yoshino: ......!? H-ugh...
While I was distracted by the tickling, he suddenly gave my ear a sweet little nip.
Yasuchika: Aha... what a lovely sound.
Yoshino: Wh-what are you—ngh...
His tongue flicked against the shell of my ear, and my shoulders gave a sharp jerk.
Yasuchika: Does it tickle?
Yoshino: ......!
My head was spinning, completely overwhelmed by this sudden, sugary playfulness.
Yoshino: Why are you being so sudden......?
Yasuchika: I knew you were tense, so I was trying to wait...
Yasuchika: But I suppose a man’s true nature doesn't change quite that easily.
(Yasuchika-san?)
Yasuchika-san peered into my face with a bright, beaming smile.
Yasuchika: When it comes to something I absolutely must have, I’m the type of man who isn't above using any means necessary.
Yasuchika: That’s why I’m touching you now. I want you to drown in me even more than you already have.
Yoshino: ......I already love you more than words can say, you know?
I gathered my courage to tell him, but......
Yasuchika: I know how you feel.
Yasuchika: And I’m grateful that you didn't give up on me—that you kept loving me.
Yasuchika: But my love is still hopelessly warped.
(I wonder what kind of face he’d make if I told him that I’m happy even with that.)
I hesitated, certain that he wouldn't understand, and in that moment, his handsome face drew closer......
Yoshino: Mnh...... nnn......
Our lips met, and we shared our heat.
This time, his fingers trailed up the nape of my neck.
Yoshino: Haa...... ngh......
His tongue slipped inside the moment my lips parted from the stimulation.
He softly toyed with every sensitive spot inside my mouth, and my reason began to melt away.
By the time the deep kiss finally ended, all the strength had left my body.
Yasuchika: Your eyes are so hazy. You look adorable.
(......I wonder what kind of expression I’m making right now.)
Yoshino: Yasu... chika-sa... wait...... ah!
Before I could compose myself, a sweet, needy sound escaped me as his lips trailed down my throat.
All the while, his fingers continued their mischief—over my back, my waist, my stomach......
(It’s just tickling, and yet...... I can't stop shivering.)
Yasuchika: Isn't it a problem for you to be this weak to a little tickle?
Yasuchika: What would you do if anyone other than me touched you?
His voice, a mix of teasing and malice, flowed directly into my ear, invading my very senses.
Yoshino: ......I’d only ever... let you.
Yasuchika: Only me?
Yoshino: I won't let anyone else... touch me......
Yasuchika: Is that so? That makes me very happy.
Yasuchika: Well then, as my exclusive privilege, may I continue?
Yasuchika: You’re so sensitive that I find I want to watch you like this forever.
(Any more than this and...... I’m going to lose my mind.)
Yoshino: Ngh, Yasuchika-sa......
Yasuchika: Yes?
Yasuchika-san laughed happily; he clearly knew exactly what state I was in.
Yet, no matter how much I looked up at him with teary eyes, he didn't seem to have any intention of throwing me a lifeline.
Yoshino: ......I want you... to touch me properly.
Yasuchika: —I see.
He held my face in place as I tried to turn away in shame, the heat rushing to my cheeks.
Yasuchika: Very well. In that case......
Yasuchika: I’ll stop holding back from here on out.
Desire began to simmer in his dark eyes, and I found I couldn't look away.
Yasuchika: I’m going to make you mine. I’ll be as forceful as any villain.
Yasuchika: Or would you prefer it if I were gentle? Which do you want?
He looked down at me, and a thrill of dangerous anticipation raced down my spine.
Yoshino: ......Whichever you want. Please, do as you like.
Yoshino: No matter how you are...... I’ll love you just the same.
Yasuchika: ......!
Yasuchika: —That’s going to be a problem.
(Eh?)
Yasuchika: I won't be able to go easy on you.
He muttered the words under his breath, and then a kiss—so intense it felt like a bite—fell upon my neck......
(......I don't care if he doesn't go easy on me. If it means I can have his true self for a lifetime, then I’m yours.)
And so began the night where I was completely at the mercy of Yasuchika-san’s true nature—
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Chapter 26
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