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Arthur: Your brilliant guidance throughout the past year has made it possible for us to celebrate this joyous occasion.
Arthur: Every day spent by your side is my pride and joy.
Cain: Happy anniversary, Master Sage!
Cain: Your unwavering trust in us means more than you can imagine.
Cain: It’s what has kept us going all this time. And will continue to do so for the hardships to come.
Riquet: Happy anniversary, Master Sage.
Riquet: You gave us hope in times of despair, and it’s thanks to you that we can celebrate all the good that we’ve done.
Riquet: I’ll always remember the kindness and courage you’ve given me.
Oz: You’ve come a long way since the day we met.
Oz: I shall continue to serve you.
Cain: Wo~w, now that’s a real killer-line!
Riquet: Right!
Arthur: It’s not something just anyone can say, but I want to give it a try, too.
Arthur: …You’ve come a long way since the day we met.
Cain: …You’ve come a long way since the day we met.
Riquet: …You’ve come a long way since the day we met.
Oz: …
Oz: Let us return to the main topic, if you will.
Arthur: My apologies!
Arthur: Since it’s our anniversary, I’d like to take a trip down memory lane with you.
Arthur: We’ve reminisced over plenty of our most memorable encounters and incidents, so…
Arthur: This time around, I suggest we take the occasion to talk about something we wouldn’t normally bring up, however trivial it may be.
Cain: Hoho, we’ve got tons of those together, don’t we, Akira?
Riquet: So do we!
Oz: …
Cain: Oz? You there?
Oz: …I am listening.
Riquet: Then give us a sign.
Arthur: You must’ve been terribly deep in thought! How wonderful!
Arthur: We’ll save the best for last then, Master Oz. If there are no objections, I’ll go first.
Arthur: Not too long ago, the Master Sage complimented my nails.
Arthur: The chamberlain at the royal palace is adamant on trimming them for me, but I find it hard to stand still for such a long period of time…
Arthur: Ever since, though, I’ve been paying close attention to the procedure and eventually got the Master Sage to let me trim their nails!
Arthur: Not to brag, but I might be a full-fledged manicurist now.
Cain: Certainly a great skill to have!
Cain: And I bet Akira was real thrilled to have you do that for them.
Riquet: How wonderful! It’s never even occurred to me to trim my nails.
Riquet: Your diligence and attention to detail are as inspiring as always, Your Highness. Your nails are looking spick-and-span even today.
Cain: Sure are!
Arthur: Ahaha, you’re all too kind.
Oz: …
Arthur: Ah, here, Master Oz.
Oz: They look good.
Riquet: Now then, I’ll go next.
Riquet: A few days ago, I asked the Master Sage to teach me how to write in their native alphabet.
Riquet: Imagine my surprise when they told me they use not one, but three writing systems! They’re called ‘hiragana’, ‘katakana’ and ‘kanji’.
Cain: What do they need all that for?
Riquet: Apparently, it’s because you need all three to properly express things. I was in awe!
Riquet: But also really intimidated… Learning one way to write is already hard enough, so three sounds impossible!
Oz: It’s certainly not easily achievable. Perhaps only a select few in the Sage’s world are capable of this.
Arthur: I’ve seen the Master Sage write in their language before.
Arthur: It’s a fascinating mix of elegant curves and confident strokes.
Cain: Hmm, could it be a social thing? You know, one class of people use this one, and the rest use the others?
Cain: Like if you’re a noble, a knight or a commoner?
Riquet: Then perhaps there’s a distinction between how you would communicate with God, others, and yourself?
Arthur: Perhaps they’re used to distinguish between sound, meaning and something in-between?
Riquet: How would you make the distinction, Oz?
Oz: …One for friends, foes and self.
Cain: Makes sense to have words exclusive to those you consider close! It must be the greatest feeling in the world to know with certainty when you’ve gone from an enemy to an ally.
Oz: …Of when you’ve conquered them?
Cain: Close enough! Made a friend was what I was looking for. I guess it’s my turn to talk now.
Cain: On our way back from our last mission, Akira and I passed by my hometown. And, of course, we couldn’t miss the river that’s been a big part of my childhood.
Cain: Telling Akira all kinds of stories got me feeling really nostalgic, so…
Cain: We went in for a swim.
Cain: It felt strange, but in a good way. Like bringing a piece of the present into the past.
Arthur: Inviting someone to experience your hometown can be a very intimate moment indeed.
Riquet: Mhm, it’s fun to revisit all your favourite places and make new memories with someone you love.
Oz: …
Oz: The Sage has been to my castle before.
Cain: That’s great! Is that the memory you wanted to share?
Oz: …Yes, however…
Oz: …
Oz: The Sage also came to my room a few days ago.
Oz: They were talking, and I was listening. When they finished, I had no further comments.
Oz: With nothing left to say, the Sage seemed troubled. They were fidgeting and looking around nervously.
Oz: The room gradually fell silent.
Oz: Then, their gaze settled upon the fireplace, and slowly, they seemed to return to a state of calm.
Oz: Eventually, they fell asleep. I could only watch over them.
Oz: …
Oz: It felt nice. That moment we shared.
Arthur: …Wow…!
Arthur: That does sound like a very calm and peaceful time.
Arthur: I’d love to do that together sometime as well.
Riquet: Me too! But…
Riquet: Oz, you need to work on your storytelling. You talk so slowly, I felt like I was going to fall asleep just like the Master Sage.
Arthur: Lord Oz’s voice can be very calming.
Cain: I knew you had your soft spots, Oz.
Oz: …I do.
Riquet: Is today also going to become one such fond memory for you, Oz?
Oz: No.
Riquet: You’re supposed to say yes! Read the room!
Oz: …You’ve come a long way.
Cain: Even you thought that line was cool, huh.
Arthur: I hope we’ll make many more little, but precious memories together with the Master Sage from now on.
Cain: Yep, we’ve got the whole future ahead of us.
Riquet: Let’s spend lots and lots of time together!
Oz: Sage.
Oz: May we remember these times with you forevermore.
[ENG Mahoyaku] R Shino - The recipe for astonishment?
Fantasia of The Silver Egg Dwelling Event - Shino R ENG TL
Featuring : Akira, Shino
Feel free to correct any grammar/spelling mistakes
Akira: Shino. What are you planning to make with those eggs?
Shino: Perfect timing, Sage. Do you know any easy to cook egg recipes?
Akira: Egg recipes?
Shino: That’s right. I’ve been craving some since we went to that Silver Egg shop. Nero’s not here for now, he must be out shopping. I’ll do something myself.
Akira: I see. Well then…
Akira: (This is probably the easiest, after all… But they’re probably not very used to it in this world…)
Shino: What is it? Come on, tell me.
Akira: Well, there’s this very simple recipe that’s called “Tamago kake gohan” or “TKG” back in my world…
Shino: “Tee-kay-jee”… Sounds like a pretty powerful spell. How’d you make it?
Akira: So, you crack an egg.
Shino: Crack the egg.
Akira: And then you put it on top of rice and mix it all together.
Shino: … Sorry?
Akira: Of course you can put garnish on top, like soy sauce…
Shino: Wait. You eat the egg raw?
Akira: That’s right! It’s fairly simple but it’s delicious, right?
Shino: Is it, really? I see…
Shino: …
Akira: (Did I accidentally spark a conflict…?)
Akira: Ah, but of course…! Don’t force yourself to eat it if you don’t find it appetizing…!
Shino: That’s not it… I’m not used to seeing people eat their eggs raw so that surprised me a bit.
Shino: People from your world have got pretty strong stomachs.
Akira: Hahaha… Anyway, we’ll start with a sunny side up egg this time around. I’ll help you with that.
Figaro Garcia - 2025 Birthday SSR
Featuring the Southern Wizards and Akira
Recommended Reading:
2.5 Anniversary Log-In Story (4) Translation
A Brand New Morning With Figaro ~Slumber Party With the Southern Wizards~ Episode 1
AKIRA:
Three, two, one…
RUTILE & MITILE:
Happy Birthday, Dr. Figaro!
LENNOX:
Happy Birthday.
FIGARO:
Thanks. Another round of celebration definitely puts me in a happy mood.
I see you’ve prepared some glassware. So, I take it I’m allowed to drink tonight?
RUTILE & MITILE & AKIRA:
Pfft…
FIGARO:
Wait, what’s going on? Why are you all grinning? Aren’t you going to scold me, Mitile?
MITILE:
I’ll make an exception for your special day! But please keep it in moderation, or you might have to listen to me nag a bit after all.
RUTILE:
First on our list: we got you something for your birthday! Right, Mr. Leno?
LENNOX:
That’s right. We made a splurge on this liquor for tonight’s celebration.
FIGARO:
A cobalt blue bottle… Damn, this is some top-shelf stuff. And on the label is an artwork of us Southern wizards and Master Sage, drawn by Rutile.
RUTILE:
Sharp eye, Dr. Figaro! You got it!
AKIRA:
Lennox picked out the liquor, and the label design was a team effort between the three of us.
MITILE:
After a bit of brainstorming, we figured this way you could keep the empty bottle as a keepsake to remember this day!
FIGARO:
Oh, you four… You put a ton of thought and effort into this gift and it shows.
I know I’m repeating myself, but thank you. I’ll be sure to savor each sip.
RUTILE & MITILE:
Score!
LENNOX:
The pleasure is ours. But that's not the only gift we have in store for you.
AKIRA:
We made this other one ourselves. Ta-da!
FIGARO:
Is that… a picture book?
MITILE:
It is! I was in charge of the lettering.
RUTILE:
I drew the illustrations!
AKIRA:
And I helped color the pages. It’s a special picture book just for you!
MITILE:
Dr. Figaro, do you remember the tale of the magical deer you shared in one of our past slumber parties? Well, we tried imagining the continuation of its story and turned that into a picture book.
FIGARO:
Magical deer… You mean the one who lost its village to a flood?
RUTILE:
That’s the one: the deer who loved and was loved in kind by its villagers.
Figaro once shared an ancient tale about a deer that had been nurtured with such great care and worshipped as the patron god of a certain village; that was, until a catastrophic flood struck the village that left the magical deer as the sole survivor.
LENNOX:
Although not much, I made some contribution myself. They based the picture book on the reinterpretation I suggested last time: that maybe the magical deer built and now lives in a new sturdy village that can withstand floods.
FIGARO:
…Mhm.
Figaro, appearing to be deep in contemplation, wordlessly accepted the picture book. As he traced the cover with his fingers, Mitile made a heartfelt offer.
MITILE:
Would it be okay if Brother and I read the story aloud for you?
RUTILE:
We’ll put our hearts into it—the Flores Storytellers at your service!
FIGARO:
…Please do. I’d love that.
A Brand New Morning With Figaro ~Slumber Party With the Southern Wizards~ Episode 2
MITILE:
Once upon a time, there lived a deer possessing mysterious powers.
Having lost its home, the deer turned to a long and winding road of wandering—one accompanied by the grief of the passing of its villagers, as well as the yearning for a place resembling home.
RUTILE:
This period of its life had been marked by encounters with people from all walks of life and journeys to all kinds of places.
And then came a day when the deer decided to build a new abode for itself. This time, it was to be a sturdy village that could withstand floods.
FIGARO & LENNOX:
…
We all leaned in for a better view of the picture book, listening intently to their storytelling.
The deer reunites with an old friend in the new village. Together with their community, they spend their days working as one and supporting each other, though not without the occasional disagreements.
Rutile’s and Mitile’s voices emitted a gentle, all-enveloping warmth as they narrated how the deer lived its life with resilience within the picture book.
MITILE:
For the deer, protecting its village had always been a solitary undertaking—but not anymore, as it now lives happily among its people. Here, in this haven of solace, the deer rediscovers giving and receiving love.
AKIRA:
Did you notice how the story didn’t conclude with a “The End” note? That’s because the deer’s story is far from finished.
LENNOX:
What an uplifting story. In the course of many encounters and a tapestry of journeys, the deer finally found a restful place to settle down.
The scars of bereavement will never fade, yes, but the warm and gentle days ahead of it will surely serve as a balm for its soul.
For my part, I hope the deer claims that happiness for itself without ever letting go, and that it learns to cherish itself.
FIGARO:
Haha. Good point.
…Tell me about it…
Figaro falls silent after that one remark, then casts his gaze down on the picture book again.
RUTILE & MITILE:
Dr. Figaro?
FIGARO:
My bad, my bad. It's such a rosy, ideally perfect story, it left me at a loss for words.
I’m quite taken by the part where the deer and its community worked as one and supported each other.
RUTILE:
Glad to hear it! A collective effort is a must to achieve a village that can withstand floods.
MITILE:
We much preferred to envision that the deer, rather than handling everything on its own, now protects the new village with the help of the entire community. That’s why we wrote the story in this manner.
By the way, Master Sage was the one who wrapped up the last bit.
FIGARO:
You did?
AKIRA:
Yes, specifically the part about the deer rediscovering how to give and receive love. That was my suggestion.
I like to think that the late villagers appreciated the deer for its love and protection. So I wanted to emphasize that it had the love of many people, past and present…
FIGARO:
That does sound like something you’d come up with.
Figaro flashes an ever so gentle smile, then shuts the book close as if to tuck away my words with it.
FIGARO:
Thanks for putting together this wonderful picture book; it’s going straight into my collection.
While we’re at it, I could go for another round of storytelling. All while thoroughly enjoying this liquor you prepared for me, yeah?
AKIRA & RUTILE & MITILE:
Gladly!
LENNOX:
Well, the night is young. Let me pour you a drink.
A Brand New Morning With Figaro ~Slumber Party With the Southern Wizards~ Episode 3
The next morning, my eyes were greeted by a scenery different from what I typically wake up to.
AKIRA:
(…Huh? Where am I…)
FIGARO:
Ah, I see you’ve woken up.
AKIRA:
Figaro…? Aah!
I sat bolt up when I locked eyes with Figaro, who was sitting on the edge of his bed.
The traces of last night’s party left on his desk might suggest otherwise, but the sun has already made itself known.
AKIRA:
Oh gosh! I totally passed out, didn’t I?! I’m so sorry for stealing your bed…
FIGARO:
Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you seemed to have slept soundly.
Last night had been wonderful—especially with the perfect all-nighter companion right here.
AKIRA:
Oh, isn’t that…
FIGARO:
The picture book you penned for me, yep. I'd just finished re-reading it.
Despite losing everything, the deer found its way to a new home with a supportive community; such a heartwarming story if I ever saw one. I can only imagine how happy a life the deer in the story must have led upon its arrival in utopia.
AKIRA:
Figaro…
I got up and gingerly took a seat next to him.
AKIRA:
Something tells me the deer revels in happiness even as we speak.
I assume it struggled with various inner conflicts during the course of its wandering, in search of traces of its original home…
But now that the deer has found a warm and loving community, for all we know, maybe it has learned to lean on others, right? That includes asking for and accepting affection, even if once in a while.
FIGARO:
You think so?
AKIRA:
Just my take… I can see how being surrounded by a safe environment and a support system—especially after facing many great challenges—might make you consider you owe that to yourself.
FIGARO:
Interesting. In that case, maybe I’ll use my birthday as an excuse to ask for a little shower of affection from you.
AKIRA:
Huh?!
FIGARO:
Oh. Is that a no?
AKIRA:
I-I didn’t mean it that way! If anything, hearing that from you brings me joy…
Any request is welcome, Figaro. Don't hold back!
FIGARO:
Ah, now we’re talking. Let’s hear you say, “Figaro, I love you! Live long and healthy, okay?”
AKIRA:
Figaro, I love you! Live long and healthy, okay!
Aaand…
FIGARO:
Hm?
AKIRA:
May your life ahead overflow with blessings. Happy Birthday!
I conveyed my thoughts as they came to me.
Figaro blinked in surprise, looking a tad younger when he then laughed. His slightly untamed bed hair shook with mirth.
FIGARO:
You’re very kind, Master Sage. That little adjustment you added proved to be a pleasant surprise.
I wish you the same: please live a long, healthy life. Here’s to a lasting bond.
A gentle breeze streams through the slightly opened window, flipping the pages of the picture book. Within the story, the deer beams with happiness.
Card Vignette - A Morning Routine for Two
AKIRA:
Figaro, do you have a routine you follow every morning?
FIGARO:
Routine, huh… Not at the moment, no. It’s one of those things that never stay constant over the course of a long life, you see.
What about you, Master Sage?
AKIRA:
Me? Let me think...
I wash my face, brush my teeth… Other than the essentials, I guess nothing else comes to mind.
I lowkey would love to establish a morning routine for myself, though. Having one spells a healthy and productive lifestyle, don’t you think?
FIGARO:
In that case, would you like to start something with me?
AKIRA:
Oh, you sure?
FIGARO:
I don’t see why not. When it comes to making a habit stick, doing it with company might just do the trick—with you, especially.
Where’s a good place to start? Any go-to options?
AKIRA:
Hmm… How about stretching? In my world, people make it a habit to start their morning with calisthenics.
I know waking up early can be a real struggle, but morning exercise leaves you energized for the day.
FIGARO:
Starting your day bright and early to exercise…
AKIRA:
O-Oh, no. You don’t sound too excited there.
FIGARO:
It’s not that I’m having second thoughts; I was hoping we could start small, you know?
Say, a morning tea ritual. Nothing formal, no set time. We both wake up whenever we want, get ourselves ready for the day, then meet up when we can for some tea paired with a light meal.
AKIRA:
I like that! Plus it doesn’t seem that hard to commit to.
Oh, wait. That’s starting to sound like a regular breakfast for two to me…
FIGARO:
Oops, haha! Was I too obvious?
Home Screen Voice Line
Good morning, Master Sage. My birthday has me feeling chipper and ready to spread some sunshine. Care for a cup of my special blend coffee? Or how does a stroll through the forest sound?
Haha! Getting a little carried away there, aren’t I? If it isn’t obvious already, I’m over the moon about spending this morning with you.
Wake-Up Voice Line (Mission Obtainable)
Wake up. Rise and shine, sleepyhead. If you don’t… then you’re in for a tickling. What’s it gonna be? Your armpit? Or maybe your cheeks? Decisions, decisions…
Ah, you’re finally awake. Good morning, Master Sage. Such a shame. I could have had a bit of fun if you’d woken up just a little later.
Card Information
SKILL ACTIVATION VOICE LINE:
Now this is what I call a fully invigorated morning.
CARD SKILLS:
A Rosy, Ideally Perfect Story
Arrival in Utopia
TRAIT:
Morning Routine (朝活) - We breathe in the fresh, verdant air as we take a leisurely stroll in the forest. Our conversation takes off, meshing harmoniously with the warbling of the songbirds.
…Oh, how I adore spending mornings with you.
Chibi - Morning Wizard
DESCRIPTION:
Here we have Figaro in his early morning wear. He lets his bed hair run wild because, in his words, “A little show of clumsiness makes me all the more lovable, right?”
INTRODUCTION:
Good morning, Master Sage. I see you had an early start today. Let me guess: you were hoping to be the first to greet me a happy birthday, weren’t you?
…Oh, did I see through your plan? Aww, thanks. I’m positively tickled by the gesture.
Well, the floor is yours. Ready when you are.
AWAKENING VOICE LINE:
No surprises if this rekindled anyone’s love for me; I get the appeal.
CHIBI SKILLS:
Leader Skill - A Group-Effort Story
Member Skill - Welcoming Affection in the Morning Light
4-KOMA:
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Birthday Dish
CELEBRATORY FLORAL CENTERPIECE (FIGARO):
A limited ingredient for Figaro's birthday. It doesn't have a particular flavor.
This floral centerpiece adds flair to this special dinner. The Master Sage put their heart and soul into handpicking the flowers for Figaro.
BIRTHDAY DINNER FOR FIGARO:
This is a special dinner course the Master Sage prepared just for Figaro.
I hope I can get to know you better as we enjoy a good conversation over great food.
VOICE LINE:
Ah, so you had me in mind while making these dishes.
Thank you. I’m touched that you associate me with mellow, comforting flavors.
Admiring the Rain of Flowers With Sherry - Event Translation
Index
Translation of 2022 June Bride Event.
I recommend reading this alongside the game story for a better experience! the BGM is so pretty.
More notes undercut If You Care.
No proofreading! You've been warned! Enjoy!
Hey, so. made this for fun, so you can use this TL for whatever and however you see fit, though I guess credit is appreciated. This being said, I'm no professional translator (this is actually my first time) nor I am a native English or Japanese speaker so pls be kind, open to suggestion tho! If I ever figure out how this app works! (and about Nero and Brad's slang, look. i tried.)
[Log-in story] A Tender Kiss To The Fruits Of Fatalita ③
Appearing characters: Figaro, Shino
Figaro: …Ngh.
Figaro: (Yep, I pushed it way too far last night. My head is pounding,)
Figaro: (I could use magic to fix this… But maybe I should get Mitile to whip up a herbal remedy instead.)
Figaro: (There’s nothing like getting a good scolding from your doctor to fix a hangover.)
Shino: What's so funny?
Figaro: Oh, hi, Shino. Nothing much.
Figaro: I was just thinking about how much fun me and a bottle of fine wine had yesterday.
Shino: Yeah, and I bet the hangover's fun too.
Figaro: Haha, you could say that. Nero made some amazing appetizers too, and I believe you can imagine the rest from there.
Shino: Ugh, here comes Mr. Heartbreaker again.
Figaro: ...Who?
Figaro: Sorry, I must be really out of the loop, but who is Mr. Heartbreaker?
Shino: You, duh. Rutile told me that used to be your nickname back in the South.
Figaro: Oh, is that what they called me?
Figaro: I guess that’s the kind of reputation you get when you're a handsome young doctor treating kids every day.
Figaro: I’ve been hit with the ‘when I get older, I’m going to marry Dr. Figaro!’ more times than I can count.
Shino: Hmm…
Shino: I just don't see it.
Figaro: Oh? How come?
Shino: Because of what you told me the first time we met.
Figaro: That you still haven't grown up enough yet?
Shino: ...Don't say it if you know. You piss me off.
Shino: This is exactly what I mean. There's no way someone as insensitive as you could be so popular, it's gotta be a hoax.
Figaro: Ahaha, well, now I just have to show you what earned me that nickname. I need to defend my honour.
Figaro: Ahem... Aww, what happened, princess? Did you scrape your arm? Let Dr. Figaro see.
Figaro: It must hurt a lot, but there's no need to cry.
Figaro: See this gauze? Once Dr. Figaro wraps it around the wound, all the pain will go away.
Figaro: I'll even tie it into a pretty little bow for you. And you know what else? This is actually a magical gauze.
Figaro: Soon, you'll be back to playing like nothing even happened, alright? Now, show Dr. Figaro your big smile.
Figaro: ...A-nd, scene. Well, how do you rate it?
Shino: ...
Shino: It's nothing special. I mean, I could do that, too.
Figaro: Hahaha, I like your confidence.
Figaro: In that case, I'm curious to see your rendition, Dr. Shino.
Shino: Don’t cry. I’ll help.
Shino: That's it.
Figaro: The classic, straightforward approach, eh.
Figaro: Honestly, that might work better on some patients. Guess I'll have to try it next time.
Shino: Why? You've already figured out your approach.
Figaro: Because I'm not ready to let go of the title "Mr. Heartbreaker/Mr. Steal-Your-Girl" yet. You'll have to put in a little more work if you want to take it from me.
Isn’t it just strange that I’m welcoming you as guests at this hour instead of wishing you a good night’s sleep?
RUTILE:
We haven’t had a slumber party in ages! I missed this.
LENNOX:
What’s our plan for tonight? A reading session? Or a musical performance, maybe?
MITILE:
I vote for storytelling!
RUTILE:
I’m down for a mountain horror story! Mr. Leno, have you had any chilling experiences during one of your pasturages?
LENNOX:
Well, I can tell you about that one time I heard eerie voices coming from the bottom of a ravine…
MITILE:
P-Please wait! Anything but horror stories. I wanna hear about Mother’s great legends instead!
RUTILE:
Aww. You can’t get enough of Mother's legends, huh?
FIGARO:
See, we’ve already covered many of Tiletta’s anecdotes… That leaves us with only the not-so-family-friendly ones…
LENNOX:
Dr. Figaro.
MITILE:
In that case, could you share any lesser-known ancient tales? I’m talking about the obscure and untold–the kind you won’t find in any records or books!
RUTILE:
Ooh, I like that! Me, too!
FIGARO:
Sure. I’ve got just what you’re looking for.
In the olden days, when humans were few and far between, there once was a village that worshipped a deer blessed with magical powers.
This particular clan had gone to great lengths to nurture the deer, believing it would protect them from the unforeseen. Even during the years marked by scarcity, they’d save the best of the crop for the magical deer to eat rather than prioritizing their own children.
MITILE:
That makes the deer their patron god, right?
FIGARO:
You could say that. But one day, a catastrophic flood had struck and swept away the village.
RUTILE:
Oh, no…
FIGARO:
The deer of magical powers wound up as the sole survivor of the flood; which is ironic considering the villagers took great care of it so it would protect them from incidents like that.
They bet on the wrong horse—well, deer in this instance.
MITILE:
Oh, those poor villagers…
FIGARO:
Tell me about it.
MITILE:
Did the magical deer turn its back on them?
FIGARO:
That’s a good question.
MITILE:
After everything they’ve done for it… If it were me, I know for sure I’d save the villagers.
LENNOX:
That’s very kind of you, Mitile.
Dr. Figaro, don’t you think your story counts as horror…?
FIGARO:
Haha! It does have the vibe, doesn’t it? You’d find that many ancient tales follow a similar pattern.
MITILE:
Oh, so it was a horror story! I’d rather listen to a fun one before bedtime.
FIGARO:
Sure. What do you have in mind? Rutile, any requests?
RUTILE:
…
FIGARO:
Rutile?
RUTILE:
Oh, I’m sorry. Your tale had me thinking…
If the magical deer had actually wanted to save the villagers, I can’t imagine how unbearable it must have been for it to survive when everyone else had perished.
FIGARO:
…
RUTILE:
It makes me wonder… What would the magical deer be doing right now if it were still alive?
Did it manage to find its way to a new habitat resembling its original home? If so, I like to imagine that the deer watches over its newfound home with the determination to protect it this time around…
FIGARO:
Who’s to say… Or it could have long since given up on everything and abandoned itself to hopelessness.
LENNOX:
I find that hard to believe.
FIGARO:
...
LENNOX:
I can’t say for sure this applies to the magical deer in the story, but deer—the regular ones—are known to be easily frightened, as well as intelligent and gentle by nature.
Though on the flip side, they can be quite brazen, for example, in the way they steal food from other animals or demand it from humans.
RUTILE:
Deer are so cute! Tell us more!
MITILE:
What about their large antlers or towering builds? How much power do those pack? Isn’t it scary to approach one?
LENNOX:
Males exhibit aggressive behavior during harvest, whereas females become aggressive when germination begins. Their breeding season typically falls in these months.
If you see one stomping its front hooves or rubbing its antlers against a tree, you’d better give it a safe, wide berth.
MITILE:
Oh…
LENNOX:
But generally speaking, deer are rather calm and gentle creatures.
…That’s why something tells me… The magical deer must have built a new sturdy home for itself, where the villages could withstand floods.
{The Moonlight Staining His Cheeks Vermillion} Murr SSR Card Story Translation
‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Murr's 2025 June Bride SSR ☽༓･⁺˚‧͙
Ft. Faust, Akira and a bouquet of...?
Thank you so much @amorest-viesse for proof-reading <3
A Thrilling Bouquet Toss
Chapter 1
Outside the window the snow rages over the vast tundra. And in a certain mansion in the Northern Country…
The wizards and I were helping Sir Heine — a Northern Wizard — and his bride with their wedding preparations.
Faust: Once we’re done setting the table, all that’s left to do is to bring the food out.
Akira: Yes! Thanks to everyone's help, we finished in no time at all!
Murr: Look, look! The cutlery shines so pretty in the candlelight~
Faust: Murr! Don’t spin the forks around like that, it’s dangerous!
Murr: That’s the seventh time you’ve said that, Faust~!
Faust: Because you’ve done it seven times.
The sound of Faust’s sigh and Murr’s laughter echoed through the mansion.
In the desolate room, I suddenly turned my gaze to the bride, who sat quietly in her chair.
The bride — clad in her snow-white dress, was now nothing more than bones. There was something about her hands that struck me as unbearably lonely.
Murr: What’s wrong, Master Sage? You keep staring at the bride.
Akira: Ah…
Akira: It’s just that… Even though we’ve done so much for. I can’t help but feel she’s missing something.
Faust: That’s true. She's only wearing a dress and a veil, very simple attire for such a grand celebration.
Akira: I was thinking… Maybe if she had a bouquet, it might feel more like a real wedding celebration.
Akira: Still, it wouldn’t be appropriate to get something for the bride without asking Sir Heine first.
Faust: You’ve always been great at noticing the details…
Faust: Well, I don't think he'd be particularly offended if we prepared a bouquet.
Murr: Let’s make one before we think too much about it~!
Murr: I know a bouquet we can make even in the cold harsh climate of the North~!
Akira: …! Really? What sort of bouquet…?
Murr: Eanul Rambul!
As Murr uttered his spell, several forks abruptly rose up from the table.
Then, a napkin flew over and tied them together like a ribbon.
Akira: This is…
Faust: A fork bouquet?
Murr: Yup! It’s all the rage at weddings in the West right now!
Murr: By the way, after the bride gets the bouquet. She does this—
Murr: Heave-ho!
Akira: !?
Faust: … Huh?
With a great force, Murr launches the bouquet straight at Faust.
—
Chapter 2
Faust: Satillquinart Mullcreed.
Faust calmly recited his spell.
In an instant, a sparkling wall of light appeared in front of him.
As the bouquet bounced off it like a ball, Murr twirled through the air and caught it.
Murr: Aaw, I got rejected.
Faust: Murr, what were you thinking? That’s dangerous.
Murr: The danger is what makes it popular in the West!
Murr: It’s a “test of eternal love”!
Akira: What do you mean?
Murr: The bride throws the bouquet of forks towards the person she vows to love eternally. In other words, the groom.
Murr: Will he be able to catch it without flinching at its sharp points?
Murr: If he does catch it without hurting himself, their future together will be prosperous!
Faust: And if he can’t?
Murr: It means “Even if there are hardships, I’ll stay by your side.”
Akira: Ooh... Dramatic, but romantic!
Faust: …I’ll never understand Westerners.
Akira: In my world, we also have a custom of throwing bouquets, but it’s quite different from how they do it in the West.
Murr: Ooh! What kind of bouquets do they throw in your world?
Akira: Ah, it’s just a regular bouquet of flowers. But the bride doesn’t throw the bouquet at the groom, but rather the guests at the ceremony!
Akira: It is said that happiness will come to the person who catches the bouquet.
Faust: A peaceful custom, befitting a day of celebration.
Faust: If you want to throw a bouquet, maybe the Westerners should take a page from the Master Sage’s world?
Murr: Great idea! If you say it’s a powerful charm from another world, they’ll jump right on it!
Murr: I’ll mention it at the salon later to see if it really takes off!
Akira: (Throwing a bouquet of forks… I was quite surprised. But it is a trend befitting the West.)
In the end, Faust rejected Murr’s idea, saying it was too dangerous.
I wiped the forks that Murr had bundled up and put them back in their right places.
Akira: Alright. That should be the last one.
Faust had gone to clean in another room, and Murr had disappeared at some point.
As I finished up, I heard a voice call out to me.
Murr: Master Sage—
Akira: Hm? What is it?
When I turned towards the direction of the voice, I saw…
—
Chapter 3
Murr: Here it goes~!
As before, Murr raised something above his head, about to throw it.
In his hands, sparkling in the light, was the bouquet of forks.
Akira: (Huh? Wha-!? I thought I had put them all away!?)
Murr: Whoosh~
Before I could even say anything, the bouquet was already heading straight towards me.
Akira: !?!?!?!!?
Akira: Aah!
Boldly, I reach out for the bouquet.
Just before I was able to catch it, I heard a POP! and the bouquet changed its form.
Suddenly, a bouquet of crimson roses fell into my hands. The fragrance of fresh flowers tickled my nose.
Akira: …Huh?
Murr: Ooh~ Nice catch~!
Murr: Nice job, Master Sage!
Akira: M-Murr…? W-what is all this about?
Murr: Ahaha! I was curious to see how you’d react!
Murr: Hey, why’d you try to catch it? Weren’t you afraid you’d get hurt?
Murr: You could’ve dodged it. Or were you expecting it to turn into a bouquet of flowers?
Akira: P-please wait a minute. I haven’t even processed what happened yet…
Murr: Then take a deep breath with me! Fuu… Haah…
Akira: Fuu… Haah…
Murr: So? What’s the verdict? Why’d you try to catch the bouquet?
Akira: Well… Uhm…
Akira: You told me about the fork bouquet tossing earlier, right?
Murr: Mhmm. Could you elaborate~?
Akira: Catching it safely would bring me prosperity, right? But even if I failed, it'd still mean I'd stay here despite the hardships that come my way.
Akira: I thought it sounded romantic—and besides…
Akira: That’s how I feel about all of you.
Murr: …
Akira: I hope I can continue living happily with all of you. Even if we face some hardships, I still want to be with everyone… Something like that?
Akira: So it just felt wrong to not catch the bouquet.
Akira: Uhm… I guess that’s my answer?
Murr: Ahaha, Master Sage you really are the best!
Murr: Not only did I get the answer to my question. But I even got a passionate confession!
Murr laughs and spins around.
He drifted slowly towards me, like a fickle cat, and leaned in to smell the roses.
Murr: I knew I was right to throw you a bouquet of flowers instead of forks.
Akira: Huh…? What do you mean?
Murr chuckled softly and leaned forward. His shimmering purple hair swayed gently.
Murr: I wish you all the happiness.
My gaze meets Murr’s, who smiles at me through the flowers.
Murr: We feel the same, Master Sage.
Card Episode — Perfect for a formal occasion
Akira: Thank you for telling me about weddings in the Western Country the other day, Murr.
Akira: I was surprised to hear that such bouquet tosses were popular!
Murr: Well then, how ‘bout I do you one better?
Murr: There’s another wedding tradition popular amongst the rich in the West. Want to hear about it?
Akira: Yes! What is it?
Murr: First you cut up the wedding cake and serve it to the guests.
Murr: Then… Surprise!
Murr: One piece of the cake has a chocolate coin hidden in it!
Akira: Woah, what an exciting surprise! What happens to the one who gets the chocolate coin?
Murr: They have to pay for everything! The entire wedding cost!
Akira: Huh?! The entire wedding…?!
Akira: The cost of a rich person’s wedding in the Western Country must be ridiculous…? I can imagine all kinds of luxuries…
Murr: Yup, it totally is! It’s probably a hundred times more expensive than you’re currently imagining.
Akira: Eep! A hundred times…
Murr: Perfect for a formal occasion, isn’t it? A thrill you don’t get to experience often!
Akira: (P-perfect for a formal occasion…? But then again, this is the Western Country we’re talking about…)
Homescreen Line
“I’ll give this ring to you. It is said that the stone shining in this ring brings a lifetime together with someone you love. …Why am I giving it to you? It’s just the whim of a silly Western Wizard. When I saw you smile, strangely enough, I felt like giving it to you.”
[For The Bride He Loved] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation
Ft. Owen and Akira
Say It With Love - Chapter 1
[Heine’s Castle]
Rustica: Thank you for agreeing to help with my proposition today, Master Sage.
Rustica: It's truly an honor to be able to bless such a powerful bond of love as our dear bride and groom possess.
Rustica and I were at a manor in the North preparing for a wedding.
As he laid the silverware out on the table, he spoke to me with a gentle smile.
Akira: I’m honored to be here as well.
Akira: They must share a truly special relationship…
Rustica: I certainly agree with that. There are as many ways to love as there are people, and each one possesses its own beauty.
Rustica: Although one seed may differ from another, with enough tenderness and care, they may all come to bear delicious fruit.
Akira: (Now that’s an apt metaphor for the situation…)
Akira: Well, I hope Lady Tina and Sir Heine's wedding is a fruitful one. I’m sure she'll have much to say to him.
Rustica: I’m sure she will. Words have a powerful way of moving the hearts of those we cherish.
Rustica: All it takes is a mere whisper for love to bloom.
Owen: And what a beautiful, foolish lie that is.
Akira: Owen.
Owen: Those two are nothing but silver-tongued bait and the wizard who fell for it and paid with his life.
Owen: What more, they ended up sharing the same grisly fate, both deceiver and deceived. Isn’t that hilarious? You can’t even call it a tragedy.
Owen had appeared without a word. Shrugging nonchalantly, he swiped a nut off the table.
His skin was so pale from the wedding preparations earlier that it seemed almost translucent beneath the moonlight.
Owen: Crunch… Utterly flavorless, as I expected.
Rustica: Why, hello Owen. If there’s anyone who understands the power of words, it’d be you, no?
Rustica: You always have so much to say and seem quite fond of it too. Why else would you have approached us?
Owen: You understand me so well. I do love a good conversation.
Owen: There’s nothing quite like striking fear into the hearts of others and watching them sink into despair.
Rustica: Oh, how wonderful! Then you certainly understand how important it is to convey one’s love through speech.
Owen: Huh? Love? I have absolutely zero interest in such a thing.
Rustica: Oh? Do you have difficulty expressing your feelings through words? Perhaps I can be of assistance then.
Rustica: <<Amorest Viesse>>
Say It With Love - Chapter 2
Rustica cast his spell and suddenly, the nuts resting on the table were glittering with a powder coating.
Rustica: There we are. Please, feel free to try one.
Owen: …Don’t keep us waiting now, Master Sage.
Akira: Wait, me? A- Are you sure?
Rustica: But of course. Your happiness is what matters above all.
Akira: Thank you. In that case, I’ll help myself.
Akira: Munch…! Mm, it’s so sweet and juicy!
Rustica: I’m very glad you liked it. Please feel free to take another one.
Akira: Well, it’d be rude to refuse…
Owen: Unfortunately you’ll have to because your time is up.
Akira: Ah!
Owen snatched the nut out of my hand and tossed it into his mouth.
Owen: …Hmph, it’s passable, but it could always be sweeter.
Rustica: Hmm, I see now. Thanks to your actions, I’m now a step closer to understanding your feelings.
Rustica: Of course, it’s only one step of many.
Rustica: However, if I continue walking down this path and learning more about you, surely you’ll come to feel something for me as well.
Owen: I suspect you’re right. “Hatred,” for one, comes to mind.
Owen: <<Cur Memini>>
Owen: If that’s the best you can come up with, then I’ll show you how it’s really done. Here, Master Sage. Why don’t you give this a try for me?
Owen shoves a nut into my hand.
Akira: (Why am I getting a bad feeling about this? ...It's not good to doubt others though.)
Akira: O- Okay. Here I go!
Akira: (...It’s super sour!)
Owen: Ahaha, you look like an idiot with your face all scrunched up. And now I know you hate sour things.
Akira: It’s not that I hate them; there’s just a limit to these things!
Rustica: <<Amorest Viesse>>
Rustica: Here, Master Sage—some tea to cleanse your palette.
Akira: T- Thank you!
Rustica: So Owen, what was it that attracted you to the Master Sage so much?
Akira: Geh— Cough, cough!
Owen: I beg your pardon?
Rustica: You chose to give the nut to the Master Sage instead of me, did you not?
Rustica: It seems you’re the type to express your feelings through actions rather than words.
Owen: This is ridiculous. I chose the Master Sage because I can’t stand them and wanted to see them suffer. However, I have an even worse hell in store for people I hate. People like you.
Saying this, Owen gave Rustica a razor thin smile.
Owen: What right do you have to speak of love when your own bride didn’t want to stay with you?
Owen: Have you ever considered that she got sick of you constantly pushing your ideas onto others and ran away?
Owen: Hasn’t it ever struck you as strange that no matter how hard you search, you’ve never, ever been able to find her?
Owen: Perhaps you already know exactly where she is. Perhaps you’ve locked her up somewhere and completely forgot about it.
Owen cackled and continued on without a care.
Owen: In the end, you only remember what’s convenient for you, and are more than happy to leave the important things shrouded in mist.
Say It With Love - Chapter 3
Rustica: I wonder… It’s true that I don’t remember things very well…
Rustica gazed at the ceiling as if contemplating Owen’s words before he sweetly continued with a smile.
Rustica: However, I still understand her more than I have anyone else.
Even though he couldn’t remember a thing, his feelings didn’t waver for a second. I was struck by his confidence.
Rustica: And in return, she understands me.
Rustica: The happiness we shared still rests within my heart like the gentle warmth of the sun. Oh, how I wish I could convey that feeling to you.
Rustica: Perhaps I could turn it into a song upon the harpsichord, or imbue it into the taste of a delicious tree nut.
Owen looked at the ceiling in exasperation.
Owen: You truly do piss me off. Did you not hear a single thing I said?
Rustica: But of course I was listening. You were trying to understand me, were you not?
Owen: …Fine, yes, whatever. I’m not even going to try anymore. I’m already exhausted and if I stay here any longer, I might really lose my head.
Akira: Ah, Owen.
Akira: …He’s gone.
Akira: However, I do feel as if I’ve gotten one step closer to understanding Owen’s feelings thanks to you.
Rustica: I think I have as well. I’m quite looking forward to seeing how much more I can learn while living together.
Rustica: And someday, I would like to express my feelings to everyone at the manor as well.
Akira: Ahaha, whenever that day comes, I’m sure everyone will be smiling from ear to ear.
Akira: (I, too, want to keep talking to everyone and continue strengthening our bonds.)
As if reading my mind, Rustica made eye contact with me.
Rustica: Master Sage.
Rustica: Someday, I hope you’ll express your feelings to everyone as well.
Rustica: May you love and be loved and find your happiness. I’ll do whatever I can to help you.
Akira: Rustica…
After reflecting on his words, I lightly nodded.
Akira: …I understand. I want to know what my happiness is too.
Akira: I want to learn more about myself and grow closer to everyone else. If that’s what it means to love, then I’ll do my best to walk that path to a brighter future one step at a time.
Rustica: What brilliant resolve. In that case, shall we start with you professing your love to me? I’d like to hear it in your own words, if you please.
Akira: Huh!? I- I can try! But what do I even say…? I’m completely drawing a blank right now…
Rustica: You needn’t worry too much about it. I’d be happy to accept anything you give me.
As Rustica reassured me, he took my hand as if caressing a precious object.
Rustica: However, if you’re still feeling nervous, I can always profess my love for you first.
Rustica smiled as he gazed into my eyes from beneath his long eyelashes.
Rustica: My dearest Akira.
Rustica: Will you accept my feelings?
Love as Infinite as the Stars - Card Episode
[Hallway]
Rustica: Good afternoon, my dearest Master Sage.
Akira: G- Good afternoon to you too… Rustica.
Akira: (He really caught me off guard with that “dearest”...)
Rustica: Oh? Is something the matter?
Akira: N- Nothing at all!
Akira: You just reminded me of that time we were in the North for Sir Heine’s wedding, and you kept professing your love to me.
Akira: It was a super overwhelming experience, and I don't know if I'll ever get used to hearing things like that…
Rustica: If that’s your concern, then why don’t we play the “I Love You” game?
Akira: What!?
Rustica: It’s the one where we each take turns professing our love, and whoever flusters the other first wins. If we practice with that, you’ll be charming the whole manor effortlessly in no time.
Akira: You’ve played the game before, haven’t you? I remember you being insanely good at it…
Rustica: I was certainly trying my best.
Rustica: After all, if I lost, I wouldn’t be able to express all the feelings I have for you which are as infinite as the stars.
Akira: !?!?!?!?!
Akira: Wow, you really are too good at this…
Rustica: Ahaha, I’m honored to hear you say that. Now then, Master Sage.
Rustica: Is your heart ready?
Home Screen Voice Line
“Should your wedding day ever arrive, I’d like to compose a song to bless you with endless joy. After all, love has no limit. As the two of you create memories together, I’ll continue to add new phrases to the song. I hope you and your beloved partner will accept my tribute to your happiness.”
Hi. Sorry to bother you, but can I ask why you rarely choose not to translate certain vocal lines? I'm referring to golden week or the Sage/Player's birthday (for which I recently discovered that adult Snow and White have different vocal lines, that are added to those of the child twins and the other nineteen wizards).
Also, it would be great if you could upload all the translations you've kindly and admirably done so far to Tumblr, because unfortunately X doesn't show older posts.
I know that fulfilling requests would take time and work, so I'll understand if you can't accommodate me. This is just a fan's humble attempt.
Thank you so much for your hard work, we love you!
Hi, thank you for the message!
We typically translate all home screen voice lines that unlock via logging in except for ones that repeat. The Golden Week lines for this year were identical to previous years and have already been translated which is why we didn't do our own version.
As for the Sage's birthday, we've already translated 2023's voice lines, and will release 2024 and 2025's closer to the anniversary of our own project, so please look forward to that. Unfortunately, we don't have the adult twin voice lines for 2023 and 2024, but we will try to get them for 2025.
Finally, we don't have any plans to upload our older translations to Tumblr for now, but we do have some fantastic volunteers on the Wiki who have already archived most of our past login stories and are working on the voice lines as well. You can find login stories here and voice lines here. You can also search for specific posts on Twitter by typing (from:sagesjournal) into the search bar followed by what you're looking for.
Thank you so much for reading our translations!
Wait a sec… How did I not notice this guitar before? Don’t tell me it’s been staring me in the face all this time… Whatever. Might as well pick it up and give it a few strums.
Eh, that definitely wasn’t my best performance. My finger placement was a bit of a mess; I’ve gotten rusty after not playing for so long.
“This was so much fun!”
“We should invite everyone next time.”
“A live concert featuring the two of you? I’ll be there!”
Whoa, slow down. Let’s not get ourselves carried away. I mean, we can always leave tomorrow ‘til it comes, right?
Who knows? Maybe someday, we’ll look back on this indolent chapter of our lives and find it to be as precious as jewelry.
Weird. Why did I say that? I don’t know what’s gotten into me…
Tomorrow will turn out the same as today, if not like yesterday, anyway.
And so we go about our day and the next, and so on, completely oblivious to the looming demise.
That is, until this dream ends and we eventually wake up. Only then will we reminisce fondly about these jewel-like days.
And you know the thing about jewelry and stuff? They’re something you only occasionally take out from your keepsake box to admire.
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