In the blink of an eye, the clouds part and the sun shines through.
The morning sun shines on the flowers, and a refreshing breeze gently sways them.
Before long, the petals slowly unfurl, and one by one, the flowers bloom.
A modest yet majestic chime began to ring out across the square.
A chorus of cheers erupted, and applause broke out.
Mitile: Yay! It worked…!
Snow & White: Let the wedding ceremony begin!
Amid a chorus of congratulatory applause, the bride and groom walked down the aisle of flowers that everyone had created.
They exchange their wedding vows before the field of pale pink flowers.
Snow & White: Congratulations~!
Mitile & Akira: Congratulations!
Oz: Blessings.
Ella: Thank you, Sage.
And to all you sage wizards!
Leroy: We will definitely be happy…!
Shino: Since we're already here. I'm gonna make the atmosphere even better.
Shino: <<Matztzāh Sudipas>>
As Shino cast his spell, a gentle breeze began to blow.
The nearby trees swayed, and the flowers that had adorned their branches were scattered in a rush.
Snow: Oh, it's a flower shower!
White: Amazing!
There are so many petals...wait, isn't this a little over the top!?
Rustica: What a beautiful shower of petals. While we're at it, let’s have them dance to the melody of my strings.
Well-built man: Oh, what a refined tone….
Man in a hat: For some reason, it makes me want to sit up straight…
The square was filled with so many warm smiles.
After everyone raised their glasses and made a toast, the feast—which Nero and the others had helped prepare—began to be served.
Akira: Wow, it's a pie shaped like a whisper flower! How cute…!
Mitile: Apparently, they’ve layered the pie crust to make it look like flower petals. It looks just like the real thing, doesn’t it!
Shino: They say there's meat inside the pie. But... munch... munch…
Nero: Either eat or talk. Make up your mind.
Shino: Gulp. It’s salty, but it also has a slightly sweet flavor.
It's delicious, but it's a little different.
Nero: It's the saltiness of the meat and the sweetness of the sugar. Their distinct flavors were blended together to form a single pie.
It's perfect for a couple starting a new life together.
Akira: So the flavor is made with your best wishes for the couple. Can I have one, too?
Mitile: Me too!
Nero: Sure thing.
It's still hot though, so be careful…
Oz: It's hot……
Nero: Is it too late for me….? I’ve got some chilled wine—want some?
Oz: I'll take it.
Figaro: This wine has a strong fruity flavor and a refreshing taste—I really like it.
Rustica: It goes perfectly with a hearty meat pie. I find myself eating more and more without even realizing it.
Snow: We'd love to have some cake~.
White: Today’s a special day, after all. So it's okay to start with dessert!
Just then, I heard applause coming from behind me, and Sakitty, who was sitting on my shoulder, turned its head.
Looking over, I saw the performer, who had fully recovered, stepping out into the center of the square.
Long-haired woman: Here comes the Whispering Flower Messenger!
Man in boots: Don't go straining your back again!
Black-haired man: It's no bother!
As you can see, I'm as fit as a fiddle!
In the end, Snow never danced as the messenger of the Whispering Flower.
Because the person who was originally supposed to play that role had recovered enough to perform the dance properly.
Akira: I'm glad that person's back has healed up nicely.
Figaro: Mitile's medicine worked. Since it didn't seem like anything serious as long as he rested, I just kept an eye on him, and…
It seemed like it had almost completely healed by last night.
Mitile: Hehe. I'm so glad I brought some medicinal herbs!
But, I really would have liked to see Lord Snow's performance, too.
Snow: How sweet of you to say that. Since I went to the trouble of learning it, I’ll show it off at the Magic manor sometime soon….
Black-haired man: Lord Snow!
Snow: Eh?
The young man who's performing the dance called out to Snow.
The figure, clad in a white outfit, fluttered a large, translucent white veil as he ran toward Snow.
And then, he offered him a Whispering Flower.
Black-haired man: Lord Snow.
If you'd like, would you care to dance with me?
It may well be that this is the only time, now or ever, that the Messenger of the Whispering Flower himself will participate in a wedding ceremony like this.
I'm sure that today's events will be passed down for generations throughout this village.
Now, please step onto the stage.
Holding out the flower, he bowed respectfully, and the villagers followed his lead.
One by one, as if offering a prayer, they bowed their heads toward Snow.
Beneath the clear sky, in the center of a flower field, a young man stands before a single flower.
The scene was sacred and mystical, as if paying homage to the messenger of the Whispering Flowers who had delivered them to the village.
Snow smiled softly and quietly accepted the flower.
Snow: ……Well, if that is your wish.
After all, you’ve already put in the effort to train me!
——
Even as the sun began to set, the lively bustle never ceased.
The celebrations will surely continue into the night.
Should that happen, will this pale pink flower trap that laughter within its petals?
Akira: Snow.
Snow: Ah, Sage. Have you come to see the flowers as well?
Akira: Yes. Because I noticed Snow was observing it.
Um... Snow, do you remember the child that the Whispering Flower showed you?
Snow: Well, I have absolutely no idea.
Throughout our thousands of years alive, we have interacted with many people and wizards.
I don't remember every single one of them.
Snow spoke those heartless remarks with a casual, cheerful tone.
Snow’s unwavering golden eyes, which had continued to gaze upon all things.
He gently narrows his eyes and reaches out his fingertips toward the whispering flower.
Snow: However, to be thought of by someone—across time and space—isn’t such a bad feeling when you think about it.
Though for us it may be nothing more than a fleeting moment, for others it can become a memory that sustains them throughout their lives.
People, flowers, and wizards alike—you never know what life has in store.
The fingertips that touched the petals were gentle and full of tenderness.
Yet, the tone of those words—as if peering down at the world below from between the clouds—makes my heart tremble.
He really is a legendary Wizard of the North.
Snow: Having lived for a long time, I have witnessed the countless changes in people’s hearts—as numerous as the stars.
But….
The tone of his voice changed slightly.
It was as if he were looking into a mirror, or speaking to someone close to him.
To continue holding onto such strong feelings, even to the point of altering one’s true self—
It’s like sheer obsession.
How incredibly passionate.
Akira: Snow….
The twins, too, have changed what they once were.
His beloved other half has died and now remains by his side as a ghost, brought back by Snow's magic.
No matter how much things changed, that desire to remain together remained unchanged.
White: They’ve brought a new dessert here! Let's eat it together~!
White, calling out to us from afar, is truly a testimony to Snow's love.
Snow: Okay! I'll be right there!
Slowly lowering his hand, which he had raised to wave back, Snow spoke as he gazed at his beloved.
If only I could take home just one Whispering Flower…
The flower will surely keep calling out White's name.
In response to the heart-wrenching cry, Snow returned a gentle smile.
Snow: <<Noscomnia>>
The first flower glowed faintly. Then, a white mist began to fill the air.
It looked just like last night’s illusion, but…
Shino: Snow is falling…
Nero: Yeah…
Like the blizzard in the Northern country.
Rustica: There's a figure over there. Is that a child…?
Mitile: Ah, t-they collapsed…!
The harsh landscape of the Northern country emerges from the mist.
The child, who had collapsed, lay completely motionless as they were buried in the snow.
Akira: Oh….Someone's coming..
What appeared was Snow in his adult form.
As he approaches the child, he pulls the child's shoulders close to him.
Snow: Ah, so I saved him.
By casting a spell to warm his body…
Perhaps I took pity on him because his life was so fragile.
After seeing that the child was safe, Snow stood up.
Along the way, he gently brushed his hand against the flower blooming nearby—……the very first bloom that was now appearing to him as a phantom in his memory.
And just as someone was about to call out to him, he quietly walked away.
Child collapsed in the blizzard: ….Lord Snow….
Even after Snow was gone, the child continued to stare intently at the spot where he had disappeared.
Then, as if unable to contain the emotions welling up inside anymore, he gently brought his lips close to the flower.
Child collapsed in the blizzard: Lord Snow……Lord Snow…….
Gradually, the fog begins to clear.
Before I knew it, both the blizzard in the northern country and the figure of the child had vanished.
Mitile: That was the memory of this flower…
Snow: I see….
You’ve journeyed through lands beyond our borders before I did.
Snow wished to travel alone to a distant land.
And White risked his own life to stop him.
Even now, they are standing in the same place, looking at the same view.
Rustica: Typically, the Whispering Flower emits the sounds it has stored only once—when it blooms.
Yet these flowers continue to whisper.
That child's strong feelings, expressed while calling out Lord Snow's name, must have left a deep impact.
An impact which caused it to refuse to let that sound simply fade away.
White: Therefore, even though it has taken root in this land, it never even opens its petals…
Perhaps it had cherished that sound, holding it close within itself for a long time.
And because of the effects of the recent calamity, that desire surfaced as a powerful longing.
Whispering Flower: Lord Snow….Lord Snow…….
The single flower at Snow’s feet was still calling out his name more passionately than any other flower.
Snow: So that’s how passionately you sought me out.
You came all the way from where you used to live in the northern country to this distant land…
Bringing his face—as delicate and refined as the flower itself—so close to the pale pink petals that his lips nearly touched them, Snow whispered.
With a voice full of compassion, like soothing a crying child or stroking a toddler’s head.
Snow: I have received your feelings. You need not call my name anymore.
Rest peacefully in this tranquil place.
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After gathering the villagers in the town square, we recounted the entire story.
Ella: I see... So the Whispering Flowers that bloom in this village came all the way from the Northern country in the distant past.
Still holding onto the memories and voice of the young child who was saved by Lord Snow.
Leroy: Turns out, there really wasn't any reason for the wizards to be blamed after all…!
Slim man: To think that such a secret was hidden in that stone tablet…
Well-built man: Indeed.
It’s amazing how the world works.
Snow: Hohoho.
Though you may not realize it, the world is full of mysterious wonders.
And this is just another example of that.
White: But there’s no need to worry anymore. We shall cast a purifying spell on this square.
Snow & White: <<Noscomnia>>
Mitile: <<Ortonik Sealsispilce>>
Shino: <<Matztzāh Sudipas>>
Nero: <<Adnodus Omnis>>
Rustica: <<Amorest Viesse>>
Figaro: <<Possideo>>
Oz: <<Vox Nox>>
Villagers: Woah….!
Slim man: The whole area was engulfed in light…
Long-haired woman: How beautiful,
and fantastical it is…
The gentle, warm glow brought smiles to the faces of the villagers.
Just as the sparkling particles of light seem to brush against the petals, they vanish in a burst.
A sea of pale pink flowers gently swaying in the breeze. The air was filled with a soothing tranquility.
Well-built man: The whispers of the flowers have stopped…
Slim man: The incident has been resolved…!
The villagers happily joined hands. Seeing this, Mitile smiled with relief.
Mitile: I'm glad.
Everyone seems relieved—they're all smiling.
Oz: Mitile.
Mitile: Y-Yes.
Oz: You said you wanted to believe in the bride and groom, who had believed in you.
And you stayed true to that resolve.
Magic is used with the heart.
It is important to follow your heart and express yourself honestly and openly.
Mitile: Um... ?
Figaro: In other words, you did a good job.
You were so brave to keep believing in yourself and those two, even though you knew you’d be the target of blame.
Well done, Mitile.
Mitile: …….!
Yes, thank you!
Slim man: ...Listen, you folks.
I'm sorry I doubted you. I caused you a lot of trouble.
Well-built man: If you guys hadn't come, we'd still be cowering in fear of some unknown supernatural phenomenon.
I want to thank you lot for resolving this. Thank you, sage wizards.
Shino: Hah…
Man, these guys are really on a roll.
Nero: Come on now.
It's good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up.
Snow: If you bring them misfortune, they will scorn and revile you. If you bestow blessings upon them, they will worship and honor you. That is simply the nature of human beings, in every age.
White: But now, there's nothing left to concern yourself about.
Snow & White: We're having the wedding after all!
Ella: I'm so happy...!
Let's get the preparations started right away!
Leroy: I've got to smooth out the wrinkles in my formal wear one more time!
Tall man: The sun hasn't set yet. Hurry up and bring the bell!
Large man: If we teach the flower the sound before it closes, we should be able to hold the ceremony tomorrow!
Brown-haired man: That’s true, but…
Several people looked up at the sky with troubled expressions.
In the distance, amidst the red sky bathed in the glow of the sunset, thick gray clouds are visible.
Petite man: It'll probably rain tomorrow. Unless the sun comes out, the whispering flowers won't bloom.
Young man wearing a scarf: If the bell doesn't ring, the ceremony itself will be….
Oz: No problem.
Petite man: But, really.
There's nothing you can do about the weather, is there?
Young man wearing a scarf: That's right. No matter how powerful a wizard you are…
Figaro: Don't worry.
As long as he's here, everything will be alright.
White: It's not something just anyone can do, though. Have faith in this wizard.
Snow: Hey, Oz.
Oz: Oh.
The sky will be clear tomorrow.
The next morning.
When we all gathered in the square and looked up at the sky, it was, as expected, covered in thick clouds.
The villagers look worried, as it looks like it might start raining at any moment.
Oz: Come out if you have something to say—don't just hide there.
Curly-haired kid: Uh, well….
Nero: Eh, they're actually okay with it…?
Curly-haired kid: Um, you guys….want to know about the Whispering Flower, right?
The whispering flowers today were different from usual. It was the first time I’d ever seen them all fully open.
Oz: Do they all not usually open up completely?
Curly-haired kid: Yeah.
There was one flower that had always been closed. That's why I couldn't get it to remember the sound.
The adults might not realize it, but…
Nero: Only one flower remains closed, huh….
Curly-haired kid: Is this helpful in any way?
Nero: Ah. That'll definitely work as a clue. Thanks.
Curly-haired kid: Hehehe……
You know, both Ella and Leroy are really nice people who like to play with us.
So please, help them so that they can be happy together.
Nero: …Of course. We'll do our best.
Curly-haired kid: Your older brother, too?
Oz: Yes.
Curly-haired kid: I'm so glad...!
Thank you, Mister wizards!
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Leroy: Sorry to keep you waiting...!
This is the stone tablet that has been passed down in our village for generations.
What Mr. Leroy had brought over was a light brown stone slab with a chipped edge, barely retaining its rectangular shape.
The lines carved into the surface are covered with moss and years of grime.
Shino: I’d heard it was old, but it’s in even worse shape than I imagined.
Akira: Hmm….
Looking at it in its current state, makes it hard to tell what’s being depicted here…
Snow: From the looks of things, it seems that even the figure of the “Flower Messenger” had become little more than a legend passed down by word of mouth.
Well then, let me use a little magic to spruce this up so it’s a bit easier to read.
<<Noscomnia>>
With his large palm covered the stone tablet. Snow, looking grown-up and different from usual, quietly cast a spell.
The overflowing light cleanses away the old grime.
Akira: I can see the picture now...!
A single flower bud and a tall young man…
Leroy: As expected,
he really does look just like Lord Snow….
Shino: Oh.
Also, his body is a little transparent.
Snow: ...Perhaps,
there may have been a phenomenon similar to last night's in the distant past.
When a young man suddenly appeared out of the fog, the villagers at the time believed he was a messenger sent by the Whispering Flowers.
And so, they recorded his appearance on this stone tablet.
Akira: (Wait….? This flower isn't a bud. Its petals are closed.)
Once again, I peered at the drawing on the stone slab.
Behind the Whispering Flower and the translucent young man is a painting of the forest surrounding this plaza and the sun radiating a dazzling light.
Something about it felt off.
Akira: Wait…
Doesn't it seem a little strange?
Although the sun is already high in the sky, the flowers haven't bloomed yet.
Furthermore, there's only one flower depicted…
Leroy: You're right... If it's the painting of the square, there should be a lot more flowers in bloom.
Shino: ...Maybe,
there was only one flower in the beginning?
Snow: Oh?
Shino: Even forests can change their landscape in just a few years.
What began as a single flower could multiply and, over the course of decades or even centuries, will eventually become a flower field that covers the entire area.
Snow: Well now, if you think about it that way, the flowers blooming in this village are no exception.
If the scene depicted on the stone slab is what the village once looked like…
Akira: Could this single, closed flower be the first whispering flower to bloom in this village…?
—————
Mitile: Welcome back, both of you!
Rustica: I'm back.
Lord White, thank you very much for coming with me.
White: Honestly…
I never thought picking a single flower would be such a hassle.
Figaro: Were you able to pick the flower successfully?
Rustica: Yes, here it is.
Here you go, Mitile.
Will this be helpful to you?
Mitile: Yeah, definitely!
…………
This is…
As I thought, the flowers blooming here have bigger petals...I wonder why…
Figaro: …Mitile.
Do you remember when we went plant collecting together in the southern country a while back?
We found the same flower in both the slightly chilly mountainous region and the warm plains, didn't we?
Mitile: Yes. You're talking about those yellow flowers that smell really good, right?
Even though they were the same species, the flowers that grew in the mountains had larger petals…
Oh, that's right! To protect themselves from the cold, their petals were larger than those of the plains varieties and shaped in a way that seemed to shield their pollen.
Since in high mountains and cold places, there are extremely few insects to help with pollination.
Since sunlight hours are short, maybe that’s why they’ve evolved to have large petals—to help ensure the survival of their seeds…
Rustica: Speaking of cold places…
Doctor Figaro. May I hear the voice of the Whispering Flower one more time?
Figaro: Of course
<<Possideo>>
Whispering Flowers: ……Lord…
Lord Snow…..
Rustica: ...Ah, just as I thought.
Mixed in with the voice calling out to Lord Snow was a strange, rustling sound…….
If you listen closely, doesn't it sound like howling wind?
White: …….!
Could it possibly be... the sound of a blizzard…?
Mitile: Then that means…
Figaro: Seems like you've figured it out.
Mitile: Yes!
Just like the flowers that bloomed in cold regions, these have larger petals than other varieties.
Furthermore, what if the sound of someone calling out to Lord Snow—and this sound that resembles a blizzard—were something the flower remembered from long ago…?
If so, then the Whispering Flowers blooming here could be seeds from the Northern country!
Armed with the information each of us had gathered, we gathered once again in the square where the flowers swayed.
Snow & White: ……I see
White: The Whispering Flowers that bloom in this village originally bloomed in the Northern country.
And for some reason, this plant ended up here before eventually growing in a cluster.
Snow: In that case, the flower depicted on the stone tablet must indeed be the very first one.
It’s probably the same flower that Oz and Nero had heard about—the one that “never blooms.”
Mitile: Lord Snow and Lord White, do you remember what you said in the lounge?
It was quite a while ago, but…. You said it was near a small, snow-covered village in the Northern country that a single flower was blooming, buried in the snow.
Oz: Over time, that single seed crossed the border and took root here.
Figaro: Perhaps it was carried here by a bird. After all, birds drop the seeds they've eaten far away.
White: Perhaps...
Snow: Perhaps so.
The twins gazed at the field of whispering flowers with a pensive look in their eyes.
Figaro: <<Possideo>>
Figaro lifted the spell he had cast on the flower field.
Instantly, the Whispering Flowers all began whispering Snow’s name in unison.
Whispering Flowers: Lord Snow….Lord Snow….
Hearing the voice calling out to him with a hint of longing and yearning, Snow merely narrowed his eyes.
Snow: Let's look for the very first flower.
Perhaps the illusion I saw last night was also meant to draw me to it. The source of the calamity’s energy likely lies in that single flower as well.
If that's the case, it must be crying out in an even stronger, more desperate tone.
Nodding, we followed his lead.
Akira: (One of these must be the flower that Snow and White used to cherish in the Northern country.)
(But why is it only Snow that it remembers...?)
Gradually, the sun began to set.
And eventually, Snow stopped in front of a flower.
As if tucked away among the other flowers, it bloomed quietly.
Whispering Flower: Lord Snow….Lord Snow….
Amidst the restless whispers, almost drowned out by the sound of the blizzard.
A flower was whispering in a melancholic, powerful voice.
Snow: Well, considering it's Chloe...I'm sure he had!
White: After all, he did make me an adult-sized formal suit before!
Snow: For now, let's just see how things play out today!
The next morning.
Snow, now dressed in formal attire and looking every bit like an adult, was being coached on the dance routine.
Snow: Phew, what a relief! Chloe even went all out and prepared a cool, sexy version of my formal wear for me!
Well, how about that—look at me, dancing gracefully as a young man!
White: Graceful! Elegant!
You look so cool~!
Akira: It's absolutely stunning! With your long limbs, the fluid choreography really shows off your best features.
Snow: Thank you~!
Oz & Figaro: ………..
Snow: What's this?
Both Figaro and Oz look bored.
White: Surely you two have something to say as well. Like…
“...I just found myself mesmerized. ”
Snow: "Hey, World's Greatest Master!”
Snow & White: Or something like that!
Figaro: Hey!
Don't go imitating other people's voices without permission.
Oz: Don't do such disgusting things.
Snow: You're just so stubborn~!
Man wearing boots: Hey, it's about time for the flowers to bloom!
Man in a hat: Everyone, gather at the plaza!
Snow & White: Alright!
Mitile: Sir Sage!
Everyone, this way!
Mitile and the others, who had been helping prepare the meal and decorate the venue, are waving to us.
The square was already brimming with people’s anticipation and the buzz of excitement.
Everyone is dressed in formal attire and celebrating this special day.
Nero: Thanks for your hard work this morning. Have you eaten breakfast?
Akira: Yes! Nero and the others, thank you for all your hard work assisting with the preparation of the feast for the ceremony.
Oz: The bread for breakfast was…
Nero: Yeah?
Oz: Did you bake it?
Nero: Huh? Oh, uh…….
Yeah, but how'd you figure it out?
Akira: It just tasted familiar, didn't it? It was delicious again today!
Nero: Heh, thanks.
Shino: What about the dance choreography? Did you manage to memorize it in time?
Snow: Of course. I'll put on a perfect performance to truly liven up the ceremony.
Rustica: Hehe. If you ever need a performance to really liven things up, please let me know anytime.
It was too early to call it noon, yet the sun was already high enough in the sky to make it hard to call it morning.
It was the perfect moment to kick off a glamorous and pristine wedding.
Akira: Still, I thought this flower would bloom much earlier in the morning. It blooms surprisingly late, doesn't it?
Mitile: As they are bathed in sunlight, the flowers open slowly and gradually.
Figaro: This flower really takes its time, doesn't it? But that actually helped me out, since I didn't have to rush getting ready in the morning.
Snow: Now…
Here come the main attractions.
Suddenly, cheers and applause rang out across the square.
The bride and groom, dressed in beautiful attire, bow in front of the arch.
When the bells ring, they will walk through that arch, pass down the aisle, and exchange their wedding vows in the center of the plaza.
The Whispering Flowers, which had been soaking up plenty of sunlight and expanding their petals, are gradually beginning to bloom.
Before long, one of them opened as if it were unraveling.
Everyone was waiting with smiles on their faces, excited and restless, believing that they would soon hear the sound of the bell.
However—.
???: ……L-....Lord
The Wizards & Akira: ……..!
Leroy & Ella: Eh…..?
Just as the flower’s name suggests, something faintly reached my ears, as if being whispered.
It wasn't the sound of the bell we'd all been told to ring, nor was it the violin Rustica was playing in the background.
It was a faint whisper, like a human voice.
Slim man: W-What was that just now…
Mitile: W-wait, did someone's voice accidentally get picked up…?
Figaro: No, that was…
Just then, the Whispering Flowers began to unfurl their petals one after another.
The Whispering Flowers throughout the plaza all produced the same sound at once.
Whispering Flowers: L-....Lord…..
Lord Snow……
Snow: ………
White: ...Well, this is…
Like the rippling sound of waves, Snow's name was repeated over and over.
As if to drown out that noise, there’s an unsettling sound—a rustling sound that seems to brush against my ears.
Which further breeds confusion and anxiety among those around them.
Slim man: What is this eerie sound…
Well-built man: Lord Snow, isn't that the name of that wizard over there?
Long-haired woman: Why would the Whispering Flower call out that wizard's name?
Whispering Flowers: Lord, …… Lord Snow…….
Lord Snow... Lord Snow…….
Akira: Why……?
We should have all rung the bell together, didn’t we……?
The flowers showing no sign of stopping calling out Snow's name continue to whisper.
As unease spread, someone muttered under their breath.
Well-built man: At a rate like this, the ceremony is going to be ruined…
Man in a hat: Come to think of it, isn't this all their fault?
Slim man: That's what happens when you invite a wizard.
At those words, the villagers all turned to look at us at once.
Leroy & Ella: ……Ah
Anxiety flickered in the bride and groom’s eyes. While the stares the villagers were directing at us were growing harsher and harsher.
To the point where even breathing felt like a strain.
Mitile: Sir Sage…….
With a slight quiver in his voice, Mitile moved closer to me as if to shield me.
But in this tense atmosphere—where it felt like the slightest additional element would set off an explosion—I found myself instinctively taking a step back.
Oz: If you have any issues with us, you should speak up clearly.
Villagers: …….Ah
Snow: Oz. These people are confused as well.
Mitile and the sage—don’t look so worried.
Oz: If they’re still harboring doubts, they won’t be able to celebrate in good spirits.
White: That’s true, I suppose. But not even we could have imagined things would turn out like this.
Snow and White, still radiating a sense of calm, cast their gaze upon the villagers.
Snow: People of this village, I’m sorry for saying you didn’t need to worry about the ceremony.
However, given the circumstances, it would probably be better to start over.
Man in a hat: Eh…?
Well-built man: Are you telling us to postpone the ceremony!?
Slim man: Despite the fact that you guys could have messed everything up!
Figaro: But we can't just continue like this, can we?
It doesn't do the bride and groom any good, and the bell that signals the start of the ceremony still hasn't rung.
Long-haired woman: That’s because you guys... uh…
White: It's not our fault. But we might be able to find a clue.
The sight of that mysterious man last night, and even now, this voice whispering from the flowers…
This matter is being influenced by the <Great Calamity>.
Leroy & Ella: The calamity…?
Snow: That's right.
We, the sage wizards, have resolved many such incidents.
Could you spare us a little time?
White: Please, trust us and allow us to handle this.
Snow & White: And let us once again offer our congratulations on the couple’s new beginning.
Well-built man: Hah, don't mess with me! I won't let outsiders keep running things however they please any longer…
Ella: ......I want to believe them.
Wizards & Akira: !
Slender woman: Ella….
Ella: Just the day before yesterday, when these people came to the village, we treated them terribly.
And yet, they still chose to face us with sincerity and even offered their blessings.
Even yesterday, they rang the bell for us and he even volunteered to fill in for our dance performance…
Leroy: ……Ella is right.
Even yesterday, when this square was shrouded in fog, they reassured us and sought to protect us.
Even now, that's still how it is, isn't it?
Upon hearing the bride and groom’s statement, the villagers exchanged glances.
Although the anxiety can't be completely dispelled, it seems that a sentiment—that "if the two leads say so, then so be it"—is gradually taking hold.
Thank you for your mahoyaku translation, as it is hard to find translations in the first place. Not only that but you did a translation for one of the newly events and for such I'm grateful. I also saw that you just started this blog and I hope you have a wonderful time here and meet great people here, again thank you.
Woah, thanks! I wanted to translate the more recent mhyk events since I rlly like alot of the recent ones and noticed that alot of them hasn't been translated yet ╥﹏╥
Speaking of which, I'm not new to tumblr or anything lol my old tumblr account was hacked so I had to make a new one ack
That figure is exactly like the one depicted on the stone tablet—that person…
Tall man: Tall and slender, fair-skinned, with golden eyes peeking out from beneath his black curls….
He looks exactly like the figure described in the legend.
Man wearing boots: He's the messenger of the Whispering Flowers….
A commotion spreads among the villagers as they talk about the man.
The features of the figure in the shadows were indistinct. Yet there was no mistaking that dignified presence.
He bore a striking resemblance to one of two people I know well—people who look like mirror images of each other.
Eventually, once the fog cleared, the man’s figure vanished as well.
Mitile: Was that just an illusion…?
Figaro: Yep….
But that figure looked pretty familiar.
Oz: That man is……
Slim man: Ah, hey!
Get a grip!?
Nero: What's wrong? Are you okay?
Well-built man: No, actually, someone was so surprised earlier that they fell on their butt….
Black-haired man: This is bad….
I think the impact of my fall has left my lower back…strained.
Villagers: What!?
Slim man: What are we going to do about tomorrow's dance performance!? If you can't move, that means….
Shino: What performance?
Black-haired man: It's the dance performance of "The Messenger of the Whispering Flowers." It's a tradition of this village.
I was planning to perform it at tomorrow’s wedding ceremony, but…..
Mitile & Akira: The Messenger of the Whispering Flowers….
Rustica: A moment ago, Ella was muttering that same name, wasn't she?
Do you recognize the young man you saw in the fog a moment ago?
Ella: That's right…
In this village, there’s a stone tablet that’s been passed down through the generations.
It depicts a young man admiring a whispering flower….
Nero: So that guy is the messenger of the Whispering Flower?
Leroy: Yes. The dance performance is a tribute to him, who is said to have been associated with these flowers since ancient times.
It was decided that only someone who looked like him could be cast in that role…
Well-built man: Right now, he's the only one we've got. If we just let things slide, it won't bode well….
Slim man: Honestly, holding a wedding at a place where such a strange thing happened…
At this rate, tomorrow's wedding might not be able to take place.
Once someone said that, Ms. Ella and the others’ faces suddenly turned gloomy.
It was as if the happy atmosphere from just a moment ago had been a lie—it was about to shift into something tense, when…
White: Indeed, there seems to be something going on with these flowers.
Perhaps it has something it wants to convey. It’s certainly strange, but it poses no harm.
Snow: Yes. That we can guarantee.
Moreover, I know someone who looks just like him.
If you're all okay with it, I shall help arrange it.
Ella: …..Oh!
R-Really!?
Snow: Hmm. It'll be hard to do right away, but will tomorrow morning be all right?
Leroy: O-of course!
Ella: The choreography isn't that difficult, so I think you'll be able to learn it even if you start practicing first thing in the morning.
Snow: In that case, we'll accept.
We’re all in this together when things get rough. After all, we don’t want to see the bride and groom looking so sad either.
White: We may not look like it, but we're experienced wizards.
Snow: As long as we're here, we won't let anything interfere with the ceremony. You can rest assured.
Ella: Really…? Can I really believe you?
Snow & White: Of course!
Leroy: Oh, thank you so much!
I can't even begin to express my gratitude.
Ella: I'm so glad you were all here…!
Oz & Figaro: ……….
That night, we ended up staying in the village.
Aside from having to practice the dance tomorrow morning, after what happened in the square, the twins suggested we spend the night here just to be safe.
Brown-haired man: Hey, are you sure this is alright? Letting the wizards stay in our village…
Light-haired woman: No, more importantly, when you think of a sage wizard, don't you think of a prominent figure from the Central Country?
Without much in the way of hospitality, I wonder if it’s okay to let them stay here…….
Although we heard a variety of opinions, the villagers went ahead with their preparations to host us.
Amidst this, I spotted Figaro holding the twins' portrait and Oz, so I called out to them.
Akira: Everyone!
I heard that Ms. Ella and the others will be providing dinner for us over there.
Nero, Shino, and Rustica are helping get everything ready.
Oz: Rustica is….
Figaro: Is it alright that he's there?
Snow in the portrait: Nero must be managing things well, right? He's probably working hard, perhaps even organizing the plates or something.
Akira: They had arranged them for us!
White in the portrait: Phew, that's a relief. Still, I'm a little worried. Let's go help out, too.
Figaro: I suppose I should call Mitile, too. He should be around here somewhere…ah
Right where Figaro was looking was the black-haired man who had just hurt his back.
It seems he's struggling to walk, relying on his friends for support.
Black-haired man: I think the pain has eased up a little. I think I could manage without support now... Ouch, ouch, ouch…!
Slim man: Hey now, please just take it easy…
Mitile: Um, excuse me!
Black-haired man: You are….
Mitile: I have some herbal pain relievers. Would you like to take some, if you're willing?
I thought your back might be troubling you. I’m good at mixing medicines.
But if you're scared of a wizard's potion, you don't have to push yourself.
Black-haired man: N-no, nothing like that…
…Thank you, little wizard. I’d be delighted if I could take it.
Mitile: Yes…! I'll brew it right away and bring it to you.
Black-haired man: You're such a kind kid. And so responsible for someone your age too.
Man lending his shoulder: He was really down, so I appreciate you checking in on him.
Mitile: Hehehe….
I'm glad I could be of help.
Snow in the portrait: Mitile is such a good kid, isn't he?
White in the portrait: Even without our assistance, he is trying to help the residents on his own.
Figaro: He’s getting stronger every year, after all. I’m really proud of him.
Mitile: …Oh, that's right. We also have a wizard who's a doxtor—since he's here, why don't you let him take a look at you?
Dr. Figaro–!
Figaro: Yes. You called?
After leaving the twins’ portrait with Oz, Figaro heads off toward Mitile.
As I watched him leave, it suddenly occurred to me that there was something I had forgotten to ask.
Akira: Um, Snow. About the stand-in for tomorrow's performance—could it be that…
Snow in the portrait: It is just as you think. I intend to take on my adult form and carry out that duty.
White in the portrait: But what exactly is a “Flower Messenger”? It seems Snow is known by quite a solemn name in this village.
Akira: Well, I guess so….
Snow in the portrait: Indeed. The one who appeared in the mist a moment ago and was called the Messenger of the Whispering Flowers—was undoubtedly me.
Oz: It was an illusion conjured by the memory of the flower. It seems to have materialized under the influence of the power of the great calamity.
Snow: However, I don't remember anything about it at all.
Afterall, this is actually my first time visiting this village.
Why does that flower remember me…? I have absolutely no idea.
White: Likewise. Since I’ve lived this long, there are probably some things I’ve forgotten, though…
Well, there’s no need to rush. We’ll go ahead with the ceremony tomorrow as planned.
Snow: It won't be too late to search for the memories of flowers later on, will it?
It’s not a good idea to accidentally agitate the flowers, accelerate the abnormalities, and throw the villagers into confusion.
White: For now, I'll head back to the Magic Manor first thing tomorrow morning. I need to borrow a formal attire from Chloe.
Oz: Would Chloe have prepared formal wear for your adult form as well?
Snow & White: ………..
Akira: (Come to think of it, I didn't actually order any outfits this time...!)
Leroy: Of course, it's only if everyone's schedule allows for it... We'd love for you to feel free to join us.
Their smiles were so carefree; it was clear they were welcoming us from the bottom of their hearts.
Next to me, Mitile—who had been so reserved—her expression brightened like a ray of sunshine.
Mitile: I'm so happy...! Sir Sage, may I join them?
Akira: Yes, of course! Is it okay with the rest of you?
I looked around at the other wizards, but none of them shook their heads or expressed any objections.
Even the older wizards seemed to appreciate Ms. Ella and Mr. Leroy’s friendly demeanor.
Snow: Well then, let’s all attend the ceremony together!
White: Yay! I love celebrations!
Rustica: It is truly an honor to be able to see you off on your special day.
Ella & Leroy: Great… !
Ella: Well then, I'll go tell everyone in the village right away!
Leroy: Later this evening, everyone in the village is planning to teach the flowers the ringing of the bell.
Please feel free to join us there, if you'd like!
With that, Ella and Leroy headed back into the village.
Not only did they show us their kindness, but the joy of being able to participate in this celebration of their new beginning is quietly growing within my heart.
Mitile: ...Even though I said I was fine yesterday, I was honestly a little worried.
I was worried that if I came back to this village again, people might say mean things to me just because I'm a wizard.
Akira: Mitile….
Mitile: But Ms. Ella and Mr. Leroy gave us such a warm welcome, and……
They said the other villagers also really thought what they did was wrong.
So, I hope we can make up by tomorrow.
Figaro: I'm sure you'll be able to. From what I've heard, it just seems like they're not used to dealing with wizards.
Shino: No matter what they said, I would’ve shot back at them.
Nero: But then we'll just end up fighting again, won't we?
Mitile: Hehehe
Figaro: Now then...
Even though they said it's okay to just come as we are, I guess I really do need to think about what to wear.
Oz: Do I need formal attire?
Snow, Figaro & White: !
Oz: Why are you surprised?
Figaro: I mean, come on—you wouldn't expect to hear the word 'formal attire' coming from you, would you?
Snow: Oz-chan, you're really starting to get the hang of socializing!
White: Maybe it's because he lived with everyone at the Magic Manor?
Oz: Be quiet.
Rustica: If you're looking for formal attire, there's some made by Chloe in his closet.
He said he made it for fun, but if we all wear it, I’m sure he’ll be happy—both the clothes and Chloe.
Snow: In that case, I'll go borrow it later.
I’ve got to celebrate the newlyweds in my finest formal attire!
We spent the afternoon strolling around the village until evening.
Although the villagers were all still a little wary at first, they seem to be friendly people by nature.
Partly thanks to Ms. Ella and the others reaching out to us first, they gradually started opening up to us.
Well-built man: ……
Slim man: ……..
Even now, although there are people watching us from a distance as we gather in the square….
Nobody openly looks skeptical or yells in anger.
I felt as though, the tension between us were beginning to ease, subtly and at a natural pace.
Man wearing boots: It's almost time. Everyone, have you received the bells that were handed out?
Woman in an apron: The flowers remembers the sounds it hears right before it closes, you know. So, no talking near the flowers.
Be especially careful to stay quiet when the flowers are starting to close. Okay, kids?
Village children: Ye~s!
Snow & White: Got it~!
Woman in an apron: !?
Ah, right, kids……
Man wearing boots: Well... I look forward to working with you all—Sage and the wizards as well.
Mitile: Yes!
Akira: Please leave it to me!
Young man wearing a scarf: The moment I raise my hand, we'll start! Try to get the bell as close to the petals as possible and ring it.
Snow: Listen up, everyone! You’d better do exactly as he says.
White: Be quiet when you're near the flowers. If you need to talk, step away from the flowers!
Shino, Mitile & Nero: ……….
Oz, Rustica & Figaro: ……….
Maybe Sakitty was trying not to make any noise, too, because it stayed still on my shoulder.
Just like us, the bride and groom, each holding a bell, are happily watching the scene in the square.
I’m sure the villagers feel the same way—they wouldn’t want to see their smiles fade either.
As I stood there, enveloped in silence and feeling a pleasant sense of anticipation, the young man in the scarf suddenly raised his hand.
Akira: (All right…!)
Mitile: (Gently, approach the flower…)
Shino: (Probably shouldn't swing too hard, huh? For now, I'll just settle for this much…)
As the surroundings turned a deep crimson, a clear, ringing sound began to echo: "Ring, ring.”
Snow & White: ……….
I knew it..…
Snow: I sense a presence of the great calamity.
White: Hmm. Just like yesterday, it seems to be growing stronger as sunset approaches.
Oz: <<Vox Nox>>
Snow & White: Gyaa!?
Snow: What are you doing, suddenly moving us around with magic like that!
White: That's right—you surprised us!
Oz: I did exactly as you told me to.
Snow & White: Huh!?
Figaro: Weren't you the ones who told us to stay away from the flowers if we had to talk?
Snow & White: ……….
We did say that…
Man wearing boots: Hey, you guys………
Even if you're whispering, it’ll be troublesome if there’s any background noises.
Figaro: Ah, I'm sorry.
I'll stop talking now. I'll stay quiet.
Nero: (What are those guys making such a fuss about?)
(Speaking of which, Mr. Bridegroom too….)
Black-haired man: Eh….?
What is that sound?
Well-built man: Oh, look—that wizard is playing the violin in the corner of the square…!
Rustica: ………..
Villagers: ………
Black-haired man: No, but….
He’s playing quietly over there, so it shouldn’t interfere with the ringing of the bell……
Well-built man: The way it’s subtly incorporated gives it a solemn feel, and I think it’s perfect for the celebration too…….
Villagers: Well, I guess that’s one way to look at it….
Nero: (They're accepting it….)
One by one, two by two, the flowers slowly begin to close.
As a deep azure blue gradually colored the sky, white petals, one after another, swallowed up the sound of the bell.
Before long, the twins turned into a single painting and fell right into Figaro’s arms.
Man wearing boots: …It’s sunset.
All the flowers should be closed by now.
Young man in scarf: All right!
The preparations for tomorrow are all done without a hitch….
Snow & White in the portrait: ……!
Older wizards: …….!
The older wizards quickly stepped forward.
On my shoulder, Sakitty's fur puffed up all at once.
Before I knew it, the area was shrouded in white fog.
Snow: Everyone, be alert just in case. The presence of the calamity has grown much stronger.
Akira: …..gasp….
Shino: Sage, stay back.
Leroy: When you say "calamity,"
Do you mean the <Great Calamity>...?
Ella: W-What…?
It feels like the temperature just dropped all of a sudden….
Mitile: It's... It's okay. We're here with you!
The twins, having stepped out of their painting, look around the flower field.
Then, amidst the white mist, something swayed gently.
A tall man, his body as transparent as a ghost’s, stands alone among the flowers.
With his short, wavy black hair swaying, he glided smoothly across the square.
Snow: Hmm~! These honey rose petal macarons are absolutely delicious!
White: The ruby fruit jewel macarons are amazing as well~!
Rustica: I'm glad you enjoyed it. I also had a wonderful time guiding everyone around.
Due to Rustica's suggestion, the wizards are now on the way back from visiting confectionery shops in the western country.
We were flying through the sunset sky while snacking on what we had bought.
Mitile: Look, Sir Sage! The candy bar that I bought has the color of the sky in it.
Isn't it exactly like the sky you can see now?
Akira: It's true...! The sky's so clear, it's beautiful.
Mitile: Hehehe. I bought it after consulting with Lord Oz.
I thought this color would be good if I was going to eat it on the way home.
Mitile shyly looks at Oz who is sitting behind me.
I also turned around while holding Sakitty to my chest.
Akira: I think I bought the same souvenirs for all the central wizards, too.
The two of you were discussing and choosing the colors together, weren't you?
Oz: Ah. The aurora borealis for Arthur, and the sunrise for Cain. Mitile said that a blue sky would be good for Riquet.
Rustica: What lovely souvenirs! I can just imagine everyone's happy faces.
Snow: But…By the way, Rustica
Rustica: Yes, what is it?
Snow & White: Where on earth are we!?
White: We thought you were leading the way, so we followed you this far but…
Snow: I feel like we’re not only moving away from the City of Affluence but also drifting farther and farther from the Western tower!?
Mitile: Yeah, while we've become absorbed in snacks and chatting, it looks like the peaceful forests and fields have been stretching out more and more…
Rustica: Yes, that's right. I was actually wondering about that myself.
Akira: Could it be...we're lost…!?
Oz: The sun will be setting soon. I’ll use magic to bring us back…
Snow: ….Eh?
Suddenly, Snow let out a gasp, and turned his gaze toward the scenery beneath him.
Amid the growing greenery, a carpet of beautiful colors emerged, as if a single drop of cherry blossom had fallen onto a pearl.
Mitile: Wow, what a beautiful flower field!
White: Ooh! Could that possibly be a ‘Whispering Flower’?
Snow: That must be it! How nostalgic.
Mitile & Akira: ‘Whispering Flower'?
Snow: The timing's just right. Since we're already lost, we might as well take a detour.
Led by Snow and White, we all descended onto the flower-filled meadow.
It seems we had indeed come quite far into the countryside, as we came across a neatly arranged square amidst a peaceful row of houses.
In that spot where you can sense someone’s touch, a white flower edged with a pale pink bloom is in full bloom.
Snow: Oh, they're in full bloom.
Akira: How beautiful………….
What a large and impressive flower.
Rustica: How beautiful…..
I don't think I've seen so many in bloom like this in quite a while.
Akira: Rustica, do you know this flower, too?
Rustica: Yes, I’ve seen them a few times while traveling. They’re flowers with somewhat mysterious qualities.
Mitile: .…I think I might have seen this flower in a botanical guidebook.
I think it’s said that if it hears a sound before sunset, it can make it resonate.
Akira: Record the sound and make it resonate…?
Oz: It is a flower that blooms at dawn and closes before sunset to sleep.
During that time, the petals will capture the sound they heard just a moment beforehand and trap it inside.
Snow: Then, when it blooms again, it shall let that sound echo out once more.
Akira: Wow, that's interesting...! So that's why it's called a "Whispering Flower."
Mitile: But that’s also why they're so delicate. If they're exposed to a lot of noise, like the hustle and bustle of the city, they will wither away in no time……
I wonder how it produces a sound? This is the first time I've ever seen the real thing!
Snow: The sun is just about to set. Since we’re already here, let’s give it a try.
White: Entrust the sound to them now, and we shall return here tomorrow morning.
Mitile: Huh, is that okay?
Snow: As long as we have Oz's magic, there won't be any problems. Isn't that right, Oz?
Oz: …………
Do you want to give it a try?
Mitile & Akira: Yes!
Oz: Then, I'll be waiting.
Mitile & Akira: Yay!
Rustica: Now that it’s been decided, let’s get started……
<<Amorest Viesse>>
As Rustica chanted his spell, a violin shrouded in particles of light appeared in his hands.
In an instant, a rich, beautiful tone echoes throughout the square.
Snow: Nice!
White: Let's sing a song together!
Snow & White: Lala~♪ Lalala~♪
Mitile: Sir Sage. Let's liven things up with some clapping!
Akira: Right! Clap, clap, clap♪
Mitile: Clapclapclap, clap♪
clap, clapclap♪
Rustica: My, what a rhythmic, dance-inducing ensemble. Lord Oz, please join us If you'd like.
Oz: ………
….clap♪
Sakitty, who was perched on my shoulder, started wagging its tail to the music.
A cheerful atmosphere is rapidly spreading.
Snow: ….hm?
White: This presence..….
Oz: …….
???: Hey, you folks!
Mitile, Rustica & Akira: …..!
We turned around, startled by the sudden shout.
The people approaching in droves,
Could they be the residents of this area?
Village resident: You people aren't from this village, are you? What are you doing barging into the town square and making all that noise!
Mitile: S-Sorry!
Akira: Perhaps we got a bit too carried away...!?
Oz: We were just letting the flowers listen to the sound.
Rustica: I'd like it to play it for me tomorrow morning.
Long-haired woman: Don't go doing whatever you want! This flower is a precious symbol of our village.
Man in a hat: We've carefully nurtured these delicate flowers, with great care not to disturb them with noise.
You outsiders, please don't play around so carelessly.
Mitile: Oh, so its a precious flower. I’m sorry, I didn't know that.
Akira: We won't sing or clap our hands anymore…
Thin man: …Well, that's good to hear. It’s a relief it didn't happen right before the wedding.
Man in a hat: Ah, if the flowers had wilted, it would have been a huge disaster.
Snow & White: Wedding?
Rustica: No wonder— I thought the decorations were lovely. Is it taking place in this square?
If that's the case, then these flowers were among the attendees, too.
Long-haired woman: …That’s right.
The ‘Whispering Flowers’ are an essential part of the wedding ceremonies held in this village.
On the morning of the ceremony, the event begins when the sound of the bell—the flowers have memorized—rings out.
Snow: Oh. So this flower plays the blessing bells.
White: What a truly lovely custom.
Tall man: H-hey……………….
You guys, don't let them fool you.
Even amid the tense atmosphere, the twins remained as cheerful as ever. But soon a trembling voice cut through the silence.
A short distance away from the circle of people surrounding us, a resident is staring at us with a wary look.
Tall man: I saw it. I saw that man pull a violin out of thin air…
And those two black-haired kids over there, too— they talk in a strange way. Just like the elderly…
A rustling sound. Like the wind caressing the plants and the waves spreading, an atmosphere of distrust and unease spread.
Tall man: To begin with, where did these guys even come from?
They're not even dressed like travelers, yet here they are, wandering in all together to this rural village.
Long-haired woman: That's true... Besides, you can't get to this square without going through the village.
Unless you discovered it from the sky, that is…
Man in a hat: You guys, could it be that you’re…?
A wizard?
The moment someone said that,the atmosphere shifted.
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