There are some silly memories of the princes' school days on X/Twitter. I do not plan to translate themā¦ but I really like this one.
"When I was a student, I often found myself next to some gloomy guy. Every time at a lunch time, his stomach started rumbling. And he looked at me as if he was begging for help."
"One day I gave him a piece of bread. And he became quite fond to me. Said: "I'm your lifelong debtor." And now, every time I meet him, I take him out for a drink. I can't let him forget about that favor, can I? It can't be helped."
At first I thought he was talking about Valerio, butā¦.. when I read the last line about them "drinking together"ā¦ It's Keith. Silvio makes him drink with him all the time because of this piece of bread. Poor Keithā¦
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Keith: Going to Ruby isnāt something Iād recommend.
His words carried a weight that stood in stark contrast to the lively clamor of the tavern.
Both Silvio and I set our cups down, letting that gravity sink in.
Keith: During my stay there, countless assassins were sent after Kagari.
Keith: If you go to meet him now, thereās no guarantee you wonāt get caught up in it.
Keith: In fact, there were more than a few times when I had to draw my own sword.
(So even for a prince of another nation, security isnāt nearly as ironclad as one might thinkā¦)
For someone like me, who has never known war, I could only fill in the picture of a war-torn nation with imagination.
But in Prince Keithās words ā drawn from what he had actually witnessed firsthand ā there was no mistaking it.
What came through clearly was a genuine warning, born of both kindness and decency: āYour life will be in danger.ā
Silvio: You ever got targeted yourself?
Keith: ...I did.
Keith: If anything were to happen to me while I was under Kagariās protection, Jade would have no choice but to hold the Kuga faction accountable.
Keith: That was surely their aim.
Silvio: So thereās every chance weāll end up in the same situation.
( Silvio has the skill to wield a sword. But I have no way to fight. )
( If we were caught up in war and I only became a burdenā¦ )
( If that put Silvio in danger because of meā¦ Iād never forgive myself. )
Keith: If you donāt want Emma getting hurt, then you should give up on Kagari.
Keith: Why not track down Matias first instead?
Silvio: Woulda done that, but the other day he went and cut ties with me.
Keith: ā¦Donāt tell me itās because of the Obsidian mess?
Silvio: Seems he didnāt take kindly to me being the spark behind the Four-Nation Alliance.
Silvio: Ya got any idea what sorta gift would soften Matias up?
Keith: Canāt say I do.
Keith: Kagari, though? He would probably forgive you if you showed up with a hundred dorayaki.
(ā¦So Lord Kagari really would forgive someone over dorayaki.)
Silvio: Thatās exactly why we canāt just steer clear of Ruby.
Keith: So thatās why youāre looking for the right gift before you pay him a visit.
Silvio: If that damn god were still alive, thisād be a hell of a lot simpler.
Keith: ā¦But thatās no longer an option.
Silvio: But, Emmaā
Taken off guard by the sudden mention of my name, I straightened up.
Silvio: Wanna hear your opinion too. After listeninā to the glumskull, what dāyou think?
(If Iām being honest, I donāt want to go ā and I donāt want Silvio to go either.)
(Itās dangerous, no matter how much itās for his sake or for the sake of the country.)
(But if we avoid Ruby like this, weāll lose every lead on the Three-Nation Allianceā¦)
(The path to reconciliation with Achroite might stay sealed forever.)
Silvioās gaze on me didnāt waver in the slightest.
(ā¦What good will it do to shrink back now?)
(Wasnāt I the one who swore Iād be the one to help him this time?)
I steady my breathing, pushing down the weakness that was about to rise to the surface.
Emma: ā¦Prince Keithās concerns are perfectly reasonable, butā¦
Emma: I believe visiting Ruby right now is worth the danger.
(If Iām to be Silvioās future queen, then this has to be the right answer.)
Even after I spoke, Silvio didnāt say anything at first.
His sea-blue eyes searched mine for a while, and then ā with a faint breath, the corner of his lips curved upward.
Silvio: Then itās settled. Our next destination is Ruby.
(ā¦Thank goodness.)
(ā¦Silvio is so overprotective that if heād noticed even the slightest hesitation in me, he might have called the whole thing off.)
Keith: Youāre as strong a woman as ever, Emma.
Silvio: Sheās been the type to throw sass around since the first time we met.
Emma: Thatās only because your attitude was far too awful.
Silvio: Still, who the hell bites a member of the royal family?
(Looking back on it nowā¦ when I was Belle, I really did nothing but outrageous things toward Silvio.)
(Back then I mustāve left a strong impression on them, maybe thatās why they both think Iām strongā¦)
(The truth is, both then and now, if I let my guard down, my hands feel like they might start tremblingā¦)
Just as I reached for the cup to wash that unease down with alcohol, it was snatched away before I could touch it.
(Huh?)
Silvio: Youāve had enough.
Emma: I can still drink, you know?
Silvio: Stopping around this much is just right for you.
ā¦You really do love me. (+4/+4)
Aren't you being too overprotective?
Are you okay?
Silvio: Ha?
Emma: In the past, no matter how much I drank, you never stopped me.
Silvio: If some stranger drank themselves under the table, it wasnāt my problem.
Emma: But itās different now, isnāt it?
Silvio: ā¦Feels annoyinā, somehow.
Emma: Heyā! Donāt mess up my hair just because youāre embarrassed!
Silvio: Shuddup.
Keith: ā¦ā¦
Silvio: And donātcha give me that lukewarm look either.
Keith: Sorry. Guess it was rude of me to feel healed by watching you two.
(ā¦Was that really the kind of exchange that could be called healing?)
Even as Silvio kept kicking him hard under the table, Prince Keithās gentle smile never wavered.
Maybe because he sensed weād already made up our minds, the heavy air from earlier seemed to have been tucked away.
Keith: If youāre really going to Ruby, thereās one more thing I should tell you.
Silvio: Being quite generous today, aināt ya?
Keith: Well, Iāve no reason to keep secrets from an allied country, do I?
Keith: It was quite a while ago now, but when I attended the goodwill gatheringā¦
Keith: Azel and Matias were there too.
(ā¦!)
Keith: If you keep an eye on both Kagari and Matiasā movements, you might start to see a clearer picture.
Silvio: Ha, didnāt get to see that god, but bumpinā into ya today wasn't half bad.
Silvio: Wanna drink more? Iāll pour ya some.
Keith: I think Iāll pass on that.
Emma: You have my thanks as well, Prince Keith.
Keith: Youāre welcome. If thereās ever anything else I can do to be of help, donāt hesitate to say so.
Keith: ...I had once wronged you terribly in the past, so I want to do whatever I can now to make amends.
(I guess heās still concerned about what happened back when I was Belle.)
(ā¦Thanks to that kindness, I feel like Iāve been able to take a step forward.)
Keith: Both of you, please be careful.
Keith: Above all, donāt get yourselves hurt.
The ship, which had lingered long in Tanzaniteās harbor, slowly pulled away and set course for the next country.
Emma: Rubyā¦ Iāve heard stories about it, but this will be my first time actually going.
Silvio: Figures. Unlike Tanzanite, it aināt the kinda country you just drop by for a visit.
Silvio: But itāll be a whole different story when things calm downā¦
Emma: Itās the country where the cherry blossoms bloom all year round, isnāt it? Iāve always wanted to see them.
Silvio: Why didnāt ya say that sooner? Woulda taken ya there right away.
Emma: Didnāt you just say itās not a place you can casually drop by?
Silvio: Thatās for regular folk. Doesnāt apply to me.
(Heās as indulgent with me as ever.)
Leaning back against the broad deck railing, Silvio folded his arms.
Silvio: ...That aside, the hellāve you been doinā this whole time?
His suspicious gaze landed on the practice sword in my hands.
After swinging it up and down so many times, my arm ached.
Emma: Itās the practice swing Prince Keith taught me at the tavern.
Silvio: ...Just when did he manage to drill that into you?
Emma: I seized the brief moment when you stepped away to greet an acquaintance.
āflashback to the tavernā
Keith: You want me to teach you how to build stamina?
Emma: Yes. Weāll be heading into dangerous places from now on, so I want to be prepared for the worst.
Emma: In a critical moment, whether or not I have the strength to run could mean the difference between life and death...
Keith: So, youāre afraid.
Emma: ...Iām nothing but afraid.
Emma: Ah ā but please donāt tell Silvio about that!
Keith: I know. I wonāt say a word. You just want to do your best because you love him, right?
Emma: ...Yes.
Keith: Alright then. What I can teach you isā
āflashback endsā
Silvio: āAnd thatās why that bastard went with sword training?
I explained everything to Silvio briefly, especially leaving out the whole talk about my fears.
But then, his brows creased deep enough to carve a canyon.
Emma: Practicing sword swings is supposed to train your lungs, your core, and even your mind.
(At first I had my doubts about its effectiveness, but once I actually tried it, the strain really sank in.)
The longer I kept going, the more my breath grew ragged, and whenever my focus slipped, the bladeās line wavered.
If I kept it up every day until we reached Ruby, even if its just a quick fix, Iād probably build up some stamina.
Emma: There arenāt that many exercises you can do on the deck, after all.
Silvio: Well, itās still better than runninā around on a wet deck and trippinā.
Emma: ...And yet, you still look like youāve got some concerns.
Silvio: Itās better to not know the feel of a blade at all than knowing it poorly.
Silvio: Once you learn how to use it, youāll try swinginā it in a real fight, wonāt ya?
Emma: I wouldnāt be reckless enough to do something like that.
(Just practicing swings wonāt suddenly make me capable of handling a sword... being conceited like that would only be dangerous.)
Silvio: Yeah, right.
It seemed he still couldnāt shake his doubts.
Silvio reached for the practice sword Prince Keith had secretly given me as a parting gift.
I barely managed to slip away, putting some distance between us.
Silvio: Hand it over right now.
Emma: This is mine!
Silvio: Donāt go clutchinā onto another manās gift.
Emma: You really think Iād just give it up because you said so?
Silvio: That so? If ya donāt let go, Iāll call it cheatinā.
Emma: Fine then, Iām cheating!
Silvio: Donāt go admittin' it so proudly. Iāll crush ya in my arms.
Emma: Th-that kind of threat wonāt work on me!
Silvio inched closer, his eyes dead serious.
(I could feel his worry pressing down on me with every step.)
(Heād probably say, āYou donāt need to do any of this ā Iāll protect you myself.ā)
Emma: ā¦Doing nothing just makes me restless.
Silvio: ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦
(Maybeā¦ thatās my truest feeling.)
Silvio stopped for a moment, running a hand roughly through his hair.
Silvio: What a sneaky thing to say..
Emma: W-what was that?
Silvio: If ya really feel bad ābout it ā
With those long strides, he closed the distance in an instant and grabbed my hand hard.
Silvio: Donāt go pushinā yourself till ya get blisters, idiot.
(ā¦Heās right. I really did get blisters.)
(Even I hadnāt noticed, and yet he didā¦)
Emma: Iāll take it easy.
His gaze, fixed on my palm, only grew harsher.
Before the crease between his brows could settle in permanently, I suddenly kissed his cheek.
(It was supposed to be a quiet āthank you,āā¦)
But unfortunately my intentions didn't seem to reach him as he quickly pulled away, his face flushing bright red.
Silvio: You...!
???: E-excuse me for intruding.
(Ohā¦ itās Carlo.)
On this voyage, several crew members had boarded to help operate the large ship.
One of them was Carlo, Silvioās personal navigator.
Even back when I was still Belle, he had looked after me.
As always, he wore his rough hemp shirt that could hardly be called clean, paired with his frayed trousers, peeking out from the shadows to gauge the situation.
Carlo: The observations of the currents in the sea near Ruby are in.
Silvio: Tchā¦ be right there. Ya didnāt see a damn thing, got it?
Carlo: I-I-I didnāt see a thing! Definitely didnāt see you turning red in the face or anythā
Carlo: Ah ā please donāt kick me! Iām sorry, Iām sorry, I swear I didnāt mean anything by it!
(ā¦Iāve ended up causing trouble for Carloā¦)
Silvio: Oi, Emma.
With a face that looked both embarrassed and annoyed, Silvio placed his hand on my head.
Silvio: Donāt go brooding over it too much, got it?
(ā¦ā¦)
Emma: Iāll keep that in mind.
Since the Ruby isles lay far from the country with no direct route from Tanzanite, we stopped at several ports along the way.
During that time, my sword drills steadily improved ā enough that by the end, Silvio looked almost exasperated at how natural Iād begun to appear with it.
At last, a horizon awash in blooming cherry blossoms came into view.
(I had assumed everywhere here would be nothing but battlefieldsā¦)
With every gust of wind, petals scattered like snow, painting the foreign streets in a gentle pink haze.
Along the roads, a soft carpet of blossoms had formed, and people walked across it, chatting and laughing as though beneath a festival sky.
Emma: Itās so peaceful here.
Silvio: Only ācause there are people out there fighting to protect it.
(ā¦Even now, somewhere, someone is bleeding for this peace. And itās thanks to them that such a scene exists before my eyes.)
The beauty of the view almost hurt to look at when I thought of the blood spilled to sustain it.
(It isnāt just Ruby, Silvio himself has been running himself ragged to protect Benitoiteā¦)
(And itās not as if this doesnāt concern me ā itās personal, it matters to me as well.)
Silvio: ā¦Still havenāt found him.
Emma: Everyone seems to know of Lord Kagari, but it looks like no oneās seen him around lately.
We asked around the town, but so far, nothing useful had come up.
Silvio: Figures. Guess weāll just have to buy up a hundred dorayaki.
Emma: You canāt just lure him in with the smell of sweetsā¦
???: Meow
Emma: ā¦Huh?
When we searched for the source of the cry, we spotted a cat gazing down at us from the roof of a nearby building.
(So cuteā¦!)
The cat swished its tail energetically, then leapt down in front of us and started walking.
After a few steps it turned back to glance at us, then walked on again, repeating the motion as if beckoning.
Emma: ā¦It almost feels like itās telling us to follow.
Silvio: Then letās have this furball show us the way.
[Masterlist] -- [Chapter 3] -- [Chapter 5]
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On the birthday of the richest man on the continent, guests from all over the world arriveāincluding royalty and even a foreign god.
Azel: "Prince Silvio, allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations on yet another splendid birthday."
Azel: "If I may be so bold, I'd be honored to give you a shoulder massage."
Silvio: "Cut it out! Don't even think about actually doing it!"
Nokto: "Then I'd also like to offer my congratulations. Happy birthday, Prince Silvio. Want a foot massage?"
Silvio: "Damn fox bastard! Stop talking like thatāand don't even try it!"
Rio: "Aren't you being a little too picky?"
Silvio: "Why the hell are ya even here?"
Rio: "Obviously, to say Happy Birthday."
Silvio: "Then show some damn respect when ya say it!"
Rio: "Want a foot massage, then?"
Rio: "Ow, ow, ow! Why do you always go for my head, you idiot?!"
Silvio: "I'll start by massaging yer brain, dumbass."
Silvio: "Anyway, assholes, cut the crap and just get to the point."
Azel: "We already did. Like always, we're here to celebrate your birthday."
Nokto: "Same here. And just so you know, I'm feeling pretty confident this year."
Silvio: "Oh? If you're that confident, you must've brought something impressive as a gift."
Nokto: "It's not exactly a gift, but mind if I go first?"
Azel: "Be my guest. Nokto, what did you bring?"
Nokto: "This."
Silvio: "Damn, that's a ridiculously sweet scent."
Rio: "Wait, is that made with real roses?"
Nokto: "Yup. I brought a dog plushie made entirely of roses."
Nokto: "It's called a Rose Dollāit's been trending in Rhodolite lately."
Azel: "All roses? I'm impressed. Imagine how much that would sell for back home. And from the looks of it, itās gotten some special treatment, too."
Nokto: "Wow. You can tell just by looking?"
Azel: "I am a god, after all."
Silvio: "Is it treated so it won't wither?"
Nokto: "Yeah. It uses a special chemical developed in Rhodolite."
Nokto: "It preserves the roses so they stay in perfect condition for a long time."
Nokto: "Pretty soon, Rhodolite will probably start selling these nearly everlasting roses."
Nokto: "This product is just the beginning."
Silvio: "Huh. Gotta say, not badāyou really brought something worthwhile. I want in on that rose deal."
Nokto: "Of course. We'd never turn away a client like you, Mr. Billionaire."
Nokto: "So, what did you bring, Mr. God?"
Azel: "Nokto, I have a feeling we were thinking the same thing."
Nokto: "Oh? That's pretty devious of you."
Azel: "Oh no, noāthis is purely out of goodwill, of course."
Silvio: "What the hell are you two talking about?"
Azel: "No need to concern yourself."
Azel: "Now then, allow me to present today's giftāthis."
Silvio: "An hourglass?"
Rio: "It's beautiful and cute too. Like a piece of the night sky filled with stardust."
Azel: "As expected, your little brother's got a way with words."
Azel: "This productāor rather, this hourglass is at the forefront of trends in my country."
Azel: "Tell me, have you ever wanted to time something while cooking?"
Silvio: "I don't make anything that fancy."
Azel: "Then what about the woman you love? Wouldn't she use it?"
Silvio: "She might."
Azel: "Exactly. And have you ever experienced something like this?"
Azel: "You're watching the woman you love cook, standing beside herā¦ when suddenly the knife slips andāoh no, her fingerā!"
Silvio: "Yeah, something like that almost happened once."
Azel: "How tragic. Knowing how kind you are, I'm sure you'd never want that to happen again."
Azel: "Which is whyāI've blessed this hourglass with my divine protection. It should help prevent accidents in the kitchen."
Silvio: "That suddenly sounds really shady."
Azel: "And yet, my blessings have been proven to work in many situations."
Azel: "There's nothing to lose. So? Don't you want it now?"
Rio: "It's a great gift. I think Emma would really like something like this."
Nokto: "Wait, are you siding with him now?"
Rio: "I feel like part of the group, so let me join in too."
Azel: "Of course. Now then, why don't you introduce your productāahem, I mean your gift?"
Rio: "Sure. This year, I've prepared a heartfelt gift for my beloved big brother."
Silvio: "Ugh, it's gonna be crap. I don't want anything from you."
Rio: "Really? You sure about that?"
Rio: "I had to beg Akatsuki to get this for you, you know?"
Silvio: "What the hell is it?"
Nokto: "A book?"
Azel: "Now, this appears to be quite the rare one."
Rio: "You've got a sharp eye!"
Rio: "This is a famous piece of classical literatureāsaid to be both the pinnacle and origin of romance stories."
Rio: "There are plenty of copies floating around, but translations into continental languages are extremely rare. Even you, jerkāahem, I mean big broāwould have a hard time getting one."
Silvio: "I don't read romance stories."
Rio: "You don't."
Silvio: "ā¦ā¦ā¦.."
Silvio: "Y'know, I've been thinking something's been off for a while now. The roses, the hourglass, the bookāthey're all more Emma's taste than mine."
Azel: "As sharp-eyed as ever, Prince Silvio."
Nokto: "I mean, it's not like you're that interested in anything people give you anyway."
Nokto: "I heard you had to build another warehouse this year just to store all the gifts from every country."
Rio: "Honestly, I don't even want to make you happy."
Rio: "But annoying you? That I'll do gladlyāOW OW OW! I said no violence!"
Silvio: "So basically, all of these are offerings for Emma, not me."
Azel: "No, that's not it."
Silvio: "Huh?"
Azel: "Prince Silvio, would you give the woman you love a gift someone else gave you?"
Azel: "Of course not. Your pride would never allow it."
Nokto: "A top-tier tycoon like you would want to give her something you bought yourself."
Nokto: "Which is why we're willing to sell you the items we just presentedāat a special price."
Rio: "Same here. I'm thinking of jacking the price up to several times the market valueāHa! Nice try, but you're not grabbing my head again."
Silvio: "I see. So even the fox and the damn mutt are pulling this stunt, huh? Greedy bastards, the lot of you."
Azel: "But it's not a bad deal, right? We've brought things she'll definitely love."
Azel: "Right now, her smile means more to you than any fortune. Ah, I've got goosebumps."
Silvio: "You could've left that last part out."
Rio: "So? Do you want it or not?"
Azel: "Just a heads-upāpayment is required in full, no exceptions."
Silvio: "ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦"
Silvio: "Fine."
Silvio: "I'll buy it allāat whatever outrageous price ya set."
All Three: "Thank you very much for your purchase!"
Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.
On the birthday of the richest man on the continent, guests from all over the world arriveāincluding royalty and even a foreign god.
Azel: "Prince Silvio, allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations on yet another splendid birthday."
Azel: "If I may be so bold, I'd be honored to give you a shoulder massage."
Silvio: "Cut it out! Don't even think about actually doing it!"
Nokto: "Then I'd also like to offer my congratulations. Happy birthday, Prince Silvio. Want a foot massage?"
Silvio: "Damn fox bastard! Stop talking like thatāand don't even try it!"
Rio: "Aren't you being a little too picky?"
Silvio: "Why the hell are ya even here?"
Rio: "Obviously, to say Happy Birthday."
Silvio: "Then show some damn respect when ya say it!"
Rio: "Want a foot massage, then?"
Rio: "Ow, ow, ow! Why do you always go for my head, you idiot?!"
Silvio: "I'll start by massaging yer brain, dumbass."
Silvio: "Anyway, assholes, cut the crap and just get to the point."
Azel: "We already did. Like always, we're here to celebrate your birthday."
Nokto: "Same here. And just so you know, I'm feeling pretty confident this year."
Silvio: "Oh? If you're that confident, you must've brought something impressive as a gift."
Nokto: "It's not exactly a gift, but mind if I go first?"
Azel: "Be my guest. Nokto, what did you bring?"
Nokto: "This."
Silvio: "Damn, that's a ridiculously sweet scent."
Rio: "Wait, is that made with real roses?"
Nokto: "Yup. I brought a dog plushie made entirely of roses."
Nokto: "It's called a Rose Dollāit's been trending in Rhodolite lately."
Azel: "All roses? I'm impressed. Imagine how much that would sell for back home. And from the looks of it, itās gotten some special treatment, too."
Nokto: "Wow. You can tell just by looking?"
Azel: "I am a god, after all."
Silvio: "Is it treated so it won't wither?"
Nokto: "Yeah. It uses a special chemical developed in Rhodolite."
Nokto: "It preserves the roses so they stay in perfect condition for a long time."
Nokto: "Pretty soon, Rhodolite will probably start selling these nearly everlasting roses."
Nokto: "This product is just the beginning."
Silvio: "Huh. Gotta say, not badāyou really brought something worthwhile. I want in on that rose deal."
Nokto: "Of course. We'd never turn away a client like you, Mr. Billionaire."
Nokto: "So, what did you bring, Mr. God?"
Azel: "Nokto, I have a feeling we were thinking the same thing."
Nokto: "Oh? That's pretty devious of you."
Azel: "Oh no, noāthis is purely out of goodwill, of course."
Silvio: "What the hell are you two talking about?"
Azel: "No need to concern yourself."
Azel: "Now then, allow me to present today's giftāthis."
Silvio: "An hourglass?"
Rio: "It's beautiful and cute too. Like a piece of the night sky filled with stardust."
Azel: "As expected, your little brother's got a way with words."
Azel: "This productāor rather, this hourglass is at the forefront of trends in my country."
Azel: "Tell me, have you ever wanted to time something while cooking?"
Silvio: "I don't make anything that fancy."
Azel: "Then what about the woman you love? Wouldn't she use it?"
Silvio: "She might."
Azel: "Exactly. And have you ever experienced something like this?"
Azel: "You're watching the woman you love cook, standing beside herā¦ when suddenly the knife slips andāoh no, her fingerā!"
Silvio: "Yeah, something like that almost happened once."
Azel: "How tragic. Knowing how kind you are, I'm sure you'd never want that to happen again."
Azel: "Which is whyāI've blessed this hourglass with my divine protection. It should help prevent accidents in the kitchen."
Silvio: "That suddenly sounds really shady."
Azel: "And yet, my blessings have been proven to work in many situations."
Azel: "There's nothing to lose. So? Don't you want it now?"
Rio: "It's a great gift. I think Emma would really like something like this."
Nokto: "Wait, are you siding with him now?"
Rio: "I feel like part of the group, so let me join in too."
Azel: "Of course. Now then, why don't you introduce your productāahem, I mean your gift?"
Rio: "Sure. This year, I've prepared a heartfelt gift for my beloved big brother."
Silvio: "Ugh, it's gonna be crap. I don't want anything from you."
Rio: "Really? You sure about that?"
Rio: "I had to beg Akatsuki to get this for you, you know?"
Silvio: "What the hell is it?"
Nokto: "A book?"
Azel: "Now, this appears to be quite the rare one."
Rio: "You've got a sharp eye!"
Rio: "This is a famous piece of classical literatureāsaid to be both the pinnacle and origin of romance stories."
Rio: "There are plenty of copies floating around, but translations into continental languages are extremely rare. Even you, jerkāahem, I mean big broāwould have a hard time getting one."
Silvio: "I don't read romance stories."
Rio: "You don't."
Silvio: "ā¦ā¦ā¦.."
Silvio: "Y'know, I've been thinking something's been off for a while now. The roses, the hourglass, the bookāthey're all more Emma's taste than mine."
Azel: "As sharp-eyed as ever, Prince Silvio."
Nokto: "I mean, it's not like you're that interested in anything people give you anyway."
Nokto: "I heard you had to build another warehouse this year just to store all the gifts from every country."
Rio: "Honestly, I don't even want to make you happy."
Rio: "But annoying you? That I'll do gladlyāOW OW OW! I said no violence!"
Silvio: "So basically, all of these are offerings for Emma, not me."
Azel: "No, that's not it."
Silvio: "Huh?"
Azel: "Prince Silvio, would you give the woman you love a gift someone else gave you?"
Azel: "Of course not. Your pride would never allow it."
Nokto: "A top-tier tycoon like you would want to give her something you bought yourself."
Nokto: "Which is why we're willing to sell you the items we just presentedāat a special price."
Rio: "Same here. I'm thinking of jacking the price up to several times the market valueāHa! Nice try, but you're not grabbing my head again."
Silvio: "I see. So even the fox and the damn mutt are pulling this stunt, huh? Greedy bastards, the lot of you."
Azel: "But it's not a bad deal, right? We've brought things she'll definitely love."
Azel: "Right now, her smile means more to you than any fortune. Ah, I've got goosebumps."
Silvio: "You could've left that last part out."
Rio: "So? Do you want it or not?"
Azel: "Just a heads-upāpayment is required in full, no exceptions."
Silvio: "ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦"
Silvio: "Fine."
Silvio: "I'll buy it allāat whatever outrageous price ya set."
All Three: "Thank you very much for your purchase!"
Butāwhat first captured Silvio-sama's interest was something floating on the pool.
Silvio: That, you made that, didn't you?
Emma: I did. It's this year's special surprise.
It was a single boat floating on the waterāthough perhaps "crude" would be a better word. It was a simple vessel made of logs tied together with rope, with just a flag flying. Still, it was the first boat I had ever made, and I poured my heart into it.
Silvio: It's certainly grander than the boat I made when I was a kid.
Emma: I worked hard on it. It's not just for show; you can actually get on it.
(It capsized when I tried it yesterday, though...)
I pulled the boat closer with a rope and carefully stepped onto it. My sea-colored dress, tailored for the birthday party, fluttered in the wind, and my body swayed. Silvio-sama, who had been watching nearby, immediately reached out a hand.
But I didn't take his hand, steadying myself on my own.
Emma: See? I made it!
Silvio: It's precarious, though.
Silvio: Why a boat again?
Emma: Fufu... Silvio-sama, you just said it yourself, didn't you? "Grander than the boat I made."
Emma: That means this boat should resemble Silvio-sama's memorable one.
Silvio: Was there a point to making it similar?
Emma: Because I heard it was a bitter memory before...
Emma: I wanted to take revenge on your behalf, Silvio-sama, and transform that bitter memory into a bright one.
(On that day, Silvio-sama might not have noticed, but...)
(Because the expression on his face when he spoke of that memory looked sad.)
(I'm sure there's something about that episode he hasn't told me.)
(It won't erase the bitter experience Silvio-sama had back then, but...)
(I hope that if he sees a similar boat in the future, he'll remember today.)
Emma: And, this is also my resolve.
Emma: Silvio-sama made his maiden voyage on a single handmade boat, and since then, he's embarked on countless adventures.
Emma: So, I wanted to do the same, to make a boat by myself and "make my maiden voyage."
Emma: With the determination to walk the same path as you from now on, and to follow you no matter what difficulties arise.
Silvio: You...
Even though it was a boat floating on a waveless pool, it became unstable when the wind blew. While speaking, I couldn't let go of the wooden pole holding the flag.
Silvio: Hah, you look quite unreliable, though.
Emma: I intend to improve on that from now on... but...
Emma: W-Wait, the wind is... strong... Whoa!
The boat wobbled, and I was thrown off.
Ripples spread with a grand splash, and I fell to a place where the summer heat couldn't reach.
The moment I surfaced, Silvio-sama plunged into the pool without hesitation.
I was pulled into his strong arms, and the instability peculiar to being underwater disappeared.
Emma: Ah... Thank you.
Silvio: I knew you'd definitely do it.
Emma: I thought I was riding it well, but...
Silvio: You practiced many times, didn't you?
Silvio-sama took a lock of my wet hair while I held onto the boat.
Silvio: So, that's why your hair was wet before.
Emma: Too bad, that's not it.
Silvio: Huh? Why are you still playing dumb?
Silvio: Your whole body being in pain was also because you built the boat, wasn't it?
Emma: ........ No, actually, that's not why.
The boat floating in the pool was something I made in a single day, by looking at a book, and aside from gathering materials, it didn't take much time.
(My true intended gift was this...)
(I had actually planned to reveal it after we'd celebrated everything else, but since I fell into the water, there's no choice now.)
Emma: Silvio-sama, please watch.
Silvio: Ah, hey...!
I let go of the boat and kicked the water, unwilling to be defeated by my dress clinging to my body. I dove underwater, swam away from Silvio-sama, and effortlessly reached the very end of the pool.
(Yep, I'm definitely getting better.)
I broke through the shimmering surface of the water, and surfaced. I waved broadly to Silvio-sama, who had a dumbfounded look on his face.
Silvio: ........ You could swim that well?
Emma: I learned how to swim!
(Rhodolite doesn't have an ocean, so there aren't many opportunities to swim...)
(When we played in the ocean, Silvio-sama always considered that.)
I took a deep breath of the summer air, filling my lungs, and swam back to Silvio-sama. Being able to swim freely in the water was more fun than I had imagined.
Emma: How was it?
Silvio: You practiced quite a lot, didn't you?
Emma: Oh, I wonder.
(....I practiced countless times until I could swim.)
(There were times I pushed myself so hard that even Rio, my collaborator, looked worried.)
(I wanted to be able to swim, even if it meant going that far.)
I grabbed the boat again and faced Silvio-sama.
Silvio: Is this also part of the gift?
Emma: Yes. When I first heard Silvio-sama's story about the boat he built...
Emma: I was shocked by the fact that "the old Silvio-sama couldn't swim."
Silvio: Why?
Emma: Because I always thought it was natural for Silvio-sama to be able to swim.
Emma: But I'm sure, at first, it started with learning how to swim, didn't it?
Silvio: ........ Well, yeah.
Emma: That's why I thought I should try harder too.
Emma: It's certainly not easy to walk the same path as Silvio-sama...
Emma: But I want to keep increasing what I can do, one by one, so I can keep up.
Emma: The first step in that long adventure is this "birthday present."
Silvio: ......
Emma: Of course, I've been working hard for that until now, but...
Emma: I feel like I can only truly stand on the same starting line as Silvio-sama now that I can swim.
(Because Silvio-sama always wants to keep me by his side.)
(I thought this first step would be a gift.)
Silvio: (Whispers) Why do you only do such cute things...?
Emma: ........? I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you...
Silvio: I didn't say anything. Don't worry about it.
Silvio-sama cleared his throat and looked away.
But his profile wasn't displeased at all.
(That's good...)
Emma: By the way, that's not all.
Silvio: There's more?
Emma: If I can do more things, Silvio-sama won't be overly protective anymore, right?
Silvio: .......
Emma: That's my honest feeling too.
(He seems to trust Rio a lot, but I'm still not enough...)
(I want to keep increasing what I can do next year and the year after, and earn Silvio-sama's reliance.)
Silvio: ........ Just so you know, even if you become able to do everything, I'll still expose your secrets.
Emma: You won't trust me?
Silvio: That's not it. It's just...
Silvio: I'm saying I want to know everything about you.
(....!)
Silvio: ........ Don't make me say such things.
(........ I see.)
(Oh, I see...)
I unconsciously grinned, and Silvio-sama, looking embarrassed, dove underwater.
(Ah, he's trying to hide.)
I closed my eyes too, took a breath, and dove underwaterā
(Where could he be?)
I tried to grope around and find Silvio-sama, who should have escaped into the water, but there was no sign of him.
(Perhaps the next practice I need is opening my eyes underwater.)
(........ Ah.)
My blindly moving hand was grabbed, and I was pulled.
His hand, moving without hesitation, clearly seemed to be able to see me.
Silvio-sama's hand brushed my cheek and then touched my head.
I also desperately reached out, trying not to lose his presence, and touched a part of his body.
(......His neck, maybe?)
As I moved my hand to confirm, my lips were covered by something soft.
(.....!)
It was only for a moment, but it was undeniably the sensation of a kiss.
Underwater, where the summer heat couldn't reach, we touched again. I desperately kept my lips sealed to prevent air from escaping, but when my hair was stroked lovingly, my heart leaped, and my mouth opened.
Emma: Haa... haa...
Silvio: Hah, already at your limit, huh?
Silvio-sama laughed at me as I surfaced, desperately gasping for air. It wasn't a mocking laugh, nor was it arrogant; it was simply a genuinely happy, natural smile.
(...Since I got to see that face, I guess this year's birthday was a success.)
Silvio: Next time, try to stay underwater longer.
Silvio: That's your way of showing love, isn't it?
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[Gilbert] I Love My Sworn Enemy Story Event Part 1
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ā”āāāā”
If I were a detective, and he were a phantom thiefāā
The night in Obsidianāthe country of military and mineralsāis filled with the lively laughter of people freed from work.
If I could, I would have finished my bookstore duties and immersed myself in my favorite stories.
However, the other family business I run alongside the bookstore won't allow it.
I wove through the crowd and slipped into a dark alleyway.
(It should be alright now that I'm here...)
My gaze fell upon the crumpled object I'd been clutching tightly while staying alert to my surroundings. It was a calling card, sent to me, a detective, predicting a crime.
I'm coming to steal you tonight, so look forward to it.
Emma: .........How did it come to this?
The sender of the hastily written card was Obsidian's most notorious phantom thief, known as the Jet-Black Thief.
As a detective, I should be setting a trap and waiting to capture him, butāā
????: Something bothering you? I'll listen if you want.
Emma: !?
A whispered voice fell from behind me, accompanied by a breath. I quickly jumped back, and there was a figure in the alley, where no one should have been.
Gilbert: Oh, you're pale. Poor thing, did someone bully you?
Gilbert: Don't worry. I'll kill anyone who bullies my prey.
I shake my head vigorously.
Gilbert: I see, good then. I wouldn't want to show you blood anyway.
Gilbert: By the way, can I take you away tonight?
I shake my head harder, vigorously.
Gilbert: Whether you like it or not, my decision leaves you with two choices: comply, or be forced to comply.
Gilbert: You are my treasure, so I'll display you in the best place.
The handle of his cane is pointed at me, and my chin is gently lifted. My mind is overflowing with the thought of I have to escape, yet when met with his blood-red eyes, my body freezes as if paralyzed.
(I used to be the one chasing, and Gilbert-sama was the one being chased.)
Emma: My treasure... When did that happen?
Gilbert: Hahaha, the treasure you were trying to protect is right here.
Emma: !?
Gilbert: How does it feel to have it taken by me, even though you were watching it right in front of you?
Emma: Give it back!
Gilbert: Alright.
Emma: ...Huh?
Gilbert: If you chase me and catch me, I'll obediently give it back.
Gilbert: Don't look away, just keep chasing only me, okay?
Emma: Ah, wait!
Emma: No way... He was just here, but he's gone.
Emma: Again... He got me!
...
(And just like that, it came to this...)
Emma: What about... other treasures?
Emma: The Jet-Black Phantom Thief was supposed to enjoy extorting money and valuables from corrupt nobles.
Gilbert: You're my current target. I have no interest in other treasures, not even a speck.
Gilbert: Oh, of course, as a phantom thief, I've just lost interest. I'm still diligently cleaning up rotten nobles in my main line of work, you know?
Emma: Your main line of work?
Gilbert: Do you want to know?
I shake my head vigorously, back and forth, back and forth.
(I feel like if I delve too deep, there'll be no turning back.)
Gilbert: Hahaha, how smart of you.
Emma: The way you just said that... Is being a phantom thief a side job?
Gilbert: Yes. If it's just entertainment, why not do something fun?
Emma: ...That entertainment is a crime.
Gilbert: That's why there are kindhearted detectives like you, right?
Gilbert: Come on, are you going to abandon your duties?
His cane presses harder into my skin, and I furrow my brows, feeling a shortness of breath.
(Of course not.)
(A great phantom thief is this close, so I have to catch him...)
A trickle of sweat runs down my cheek. For some reason, all I can picture is myself being caught before I can even catch him.
Emma: If you were to take me away...
Emma: What do you intend to do after that?
Gilbert: Of course, I'll cherish you.
Gilbert: I told you you're my treasure, didn't I? I'll adore you to no end every single day.
Gilbert-sama removes his cane from me and instead strokes my cheek with his cold fingertips. I accept it, suppressing a shiver, and Gilbert-sama continues to stroke my cheek in high spirits.
Emma: I'm not an object.
Gilbert: Don't you think it's pointless to preach morality to a villain?
Gilbert: The truth is, I want to lock you away right now, somewhere no one can see you, and admire you forever.
(I don't understand.)
(I don't have that much of a connection with Gilbert-sama.)
(The only thing I can think of is...)
(That time Gilbert-sama tried to kill someone.)
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ā± Chapter 1
On a night where the moon shone beautifully ā a human ran up to the last remaining god on the continent and, with no regard for propriety, wrapped them in a hug.
Azel: Youā¦
The god did not push the human away.
Soft sobs and a faint trembling, stole the words from the usually solitary god.
???: You were so tiny back then.. Look at ya now, all grown up, Azel.
Eyes like a starry sky filled with mystery wavered in confusion, and then they caught sight of another figure beyond the sandstorm.
Silvio: Donāt mean to butt in but, that guyā¦ heās your brother, isnāt he?
Clad in dazzling jewels that shimmered under the moonlight, the man stood in flamboyant, exotic attire.
Even before a god, he laughed with an air of arrogant confidence.
Several years later ā
Azel: Prince Silvio, I hope youāre well. Now, please, have a seat.
No sooner had the Benitoitian guest been shown into the drawing room than he was met with the godās hospitality.
He sat down on the respectfully offered chair with a vague, bitter expression that was hard to place.
Azel: I welcome your visit from the bottom of my heart. We have tea, coffee, liquor, water, even teas from other nations ā anything you wish.
Azel: Prince Silvio, I assume you'd prefer alcohol? I shall have it prepared at once.
Atop the prepared serving cart, the god poured a drink that sparkled like stardust into a fine vessel and placed it gently on the table.
Even the proud prince, who normally maintained an air of arrogance, couldnāt help but twitch the corners of his mouth when handed the drink directly.
Silvio: ā¦Since when did ya switch careers to a servant?
Azel: Iām not a servant. I humbly wish to become your personal underling, Prince Silvio.
Silvio: Thatās somehow worse.
With a deep sigh, he lifted the glass.
As the starlit liquor touched his lips, the strained look on his face melted away in an instant.
Silvio: Hah, this is some fine stuff. Tanzanite liquorās smooth, with no strange aftertaste. Not bad at all.
Azel: Iām truly glad it suits your tastes.
The pleased guest earned a benevolent smile from the god, who finally took the seat across from him.
Azel: Now then, what brings you here today?
Silvio: Youāre a god, aināt ya? Try guessinā.
Azel: Then, if I may be so boldā¦
A large continental map appeared out of nowhere and was swiftly spread across the table.
Azel: This sea route here, I must advise against it. At this time of year, the current is expected to reverse direction.
Azel: However, if my predictions are correct, there should be another current nearby.
Azel: That one flows like thisā¦
As the god slowly traced his finger across the seaās surface, Silvio's eyes widened in surprise.
Silvio: Youā¦ seriously figured it out?
Azel: With sufficiently accurate data, predicting the direction of the ocean currents is not impossible.
Silvio: Thatās not what I meant. I meant my business.
Azel: Ah, well. I am a god, after all.
Silvio: Like hell that explains anything.
Azel: Itās not like I was stalking you or anything, you know?
Silvio: Youād probably do it for money.
Azel: You wound me. Surely, you jest.
Azel: I merely happened to hear that Prince Silvio would be passing through our country en route to the edge of the continent.
Silvio: Not many people knew about that.
Azel: Merchants are surprisingly loose-lipped. If itās something you wish to keep secret, best keep it to yourself.
Azel: Especially humans ā they find it hard to keep their mouths shut in front of a god.
Azel: After all, gods arenāt treated as ordinary people. Weāre seen as somethingā¦ special.
Silvio: For a cheeky bastard, you do act like a god sometimes.
Azel: If youāve got compliments, I prefer them in the form of tips.
Silvio: And shameless, too.
Azel: Oh, I love money.
Silvio: Well, I prefer dealin' with guys like ya anyway.
He flicked a gold coin from his pocket with his fingers.
The god who caught it smiled with a radiance befitting a divine being.
Azel: Thank you very much. As expected of the richest man on the continent, youāre incredibly generous.
Silvio: Thatās praise for your abilities. Youāll get a separate payment for the sea current intel.
Azel: Ahā¦ Prince Silvio, youāre the real god here.
Silvio: Donāt talk nonsense.
Silvio: Still, accurately predicting ocean currents aināt something even scholars can do easily.
Silvio: The hellās goinā on in that head of yours?
Azel: Itās precisely because I make the impossible possible that I am called a godā¦
Azel: And thatās why youāre willing to drop a little tip for me, no?
Azel: Is there anything else troubling you? Ah, if youād like, I could even offer you a divine blessingā
Silvio: Donāt need it.
Azel: I see. What a pity.
Just as Azel shrugged his shoulders, a flurry of footsteps grew louder, followed by a panicked knock and the door flinging open.
Tanzanite Castle Servant: Esteemed guest, and our living godāmy deepest apologies for interrupting your conversation!
Tanzanite Castle Servant: Just now, His Highness the War King who had gone out for inspectionā
here the servant referred to the king as éēę®æäø (tou-o denka). é literally means 'fight/battle.' so they most likely meant 'his highness the battle/warrior king' or smth like that. i honestly don't recall who they're referring to since i haven't read azel's route properly and also, don't seem to remember if there was any mention of such a title in licht's sequel. so the translation of this line might be different when the official translation releases.
Azel: Judging by how pale you lookā¦ did he meet with some kind of accident?
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God dreams of human dreams
Although its principles and structure remain a mystery, one truth had become clear through experience
It was someone else's dream.
Once, a vast sea stretched out before me. Neither the scorching sun nor the blinding sandstorm exists.
The scenery was hazy for reality and I instantly understood it was a dream.
???: .....sniff....hic....
Amidst the sound of waves washed the sand, I heard a quiet sobs of a child. Following the trail of footprints, I found a boy sitting by the shore, hugging his knees to his chest.
His misty pale-indigo hair fluttered in the sea breeze was distinctive and his fine appearance clearly shows that he is from good background.
Azel: What's troubling you?
Upon hearing my voice, the boy jolted up. He wiped his tears roughly and glaring at me, the stranger who shouldn't exist in his dream.
???: Who the hell are you?
Azel: I am a god.
???: Hah...?
Azel: The god of dreams
???: .....Are gods real?
Azel: Yeah and your crying led me here
???: I'm not crying!
Azel: That was rude of me. My apologies.
Azel: May I ask your name?
???: .....Silvio
Azel: Silvio.....That's such a beautiful and lovely name
I crouched down to meet the eyes of the slightly short boy. His swollen eyes brimmed with suspicion
Silvio: What's with you?....Get outta my face
Azel: If anything troubling you, would you like to talk to me about it?
Azel: I'm a god. I assure you, I can solve whatever it may be.
Silvio: .....Really?
Azel: Yeah, it's true
Silvio: Really like.... REALLY??
Azel: God doesn't lie
Silvio: ......
Silvio: ................
Silvio: .......................I got a little brother
Azel: Ohh, so you are the older brother
Silvio: That jerk's a big crybaby. Always whinnin', annoyin' as hell. But everyone loves him
Silvio: I hate him.....I fuckin' hate him!
Azel: I see...
Silvio: But...If I ain't able to protect him, he's gonna die
Azel: That is...quiet complicated situation, it seems
Silvio: My mom hates his mom, just the other day she...she had poison......
Azel: Whaā
Silvio: And I...I ain't able do anythin'....
Silvio: I'm so damn weak...
Once again, tears spilled from those sea-blue eyes. He desperately tried to wipe them away but it wouldn't stop, falling one after another like heavy rainfall
Silvio: I'm supposed to protect him...but I ain't able do anything 'bout it
Silvio: I hate myself more than I hate that coward of crybaby
Azel: .....You're a good brother
I gently placed my hand on his misty pale-indigo hair and stroke it. His tears keep falling, trailing his cheeks like waterfall
Silvio: I ain't good. Told ya I'm damn weak
Azel: No person in this world is weak or powerlessĀ
Azel: Silvio.....I believe that you are the one who can decide who you want to be
Silvio: I.....decide myself?
Azel: Yeah. If you believe of yourself as powerless and weak, you will be powerless and weak
Azel: But, if you believe you are capable of anything, then you will be the one
Silvio: That's impossible
Azel: Nothing impossible because people living each day, chasing the ideal version of themselves
Azel: If you donāt believe me, close your eyes and try imagining it
Though clearly unconvinced, the boy allowed me to gently cover his eyes.
Azel: What kind of person do you want to be?
Silvio: .....Strong one that can protect my little brother
Azel: What does being strong mean to you?
Silvio: Dunno.....good 'round sword...?
Azel: That is one way to be strong, but swords might not stop poison
Silvio: .....Then, I'm gonna watch him all the time, guard him safe.
Azel: That is good idea but doing it alone will be difficult
Silvio: Then.....I'm gonna hire a buncha men
Azel: And to hire them, what do you need?
Silvio: .....Money?
Azel: Indeed, money is needed to pay them. So, how can you earn that money?
Silvio: My pocket money.....hm that ain't enough to hire 'em...so...
Silvio: .....I'm gonna earn it thru trade like a Benitoite man
Azel: That's great idea, isn't it? Start a trade business, earn a lot of money, hire people and protect your little brother.
Azel: That would certainly make you a strong and capable one
Silvio: ...Think I can pull that off?
Azel: Why do you think you can't?
Azel: As I said earlier, if people believe in themselves and think "I can do it", then they are capable of doing anything
Silvio: ........
As the boy furrowed his brow in doubt, I smiled gently and quietly closed my eyes together with him.
Azel: Silvio, you are on a ship right now...
Azel: āAs a merchant that about to travel to vast sea
Azel: You will explore unknown lands, meet people from faraway places, discover treasures that nobody ever seen...then, you become rich
Azel: Now.....open your eyes
Silvio: What da......
The moment we both opened our eyes, we were standing on the deck of ship sailing through the sea. Being guided by the sea breeze, the boy ran across the deck and stood at the bow
Silvio: Da hell...This is amazin'!
Azel: You imagined your future clearly so the dream changed.
Azel: This is the potential you have within you
Silvio: Within...me......
Azel: Depending on your future efforts, this dream will likely become a reality.
Azel: Since I'm god of dreams, my prophecies will come out to be true
Silvio: You are REALLY the one
Azel: I'm honored you believe me
The sobbing boy faded like a mist and the left is only a young merchant chasing his dreams
Silvio: I've made up my mind. Gonna be a merchant one day.
Silvio: Not the small one. I'll go out sailing all 'round the contintent, earn money and become the great one!
Azel: That's wonderful. I believe you can become one
Silvio: If I ever go on a voyage, wanna tag along? You seem hella smart
Silvio: I'll even let ya be my sidekick
Azel: Hehe, what an honor. Thank you for inviting me.
Azel: .....But, I don't have a future as free as yours
Silvio: Why's that?
Azel: Because I'm a god
The boy turned to look at me and I forced a faint smile. However, he seemed to sense something behind the smile. After a brief pause, as if lost in thought, he pointed toward the vast sea.
Silvio: Then, I'll take you outta here by myself
Azel: You will?
Silvio: Dunno how but you listened to me well, ain't ya?
Silvio: So, it's my turn to help
Silvio: I'm gonna earn a lotta money, get strong and be the one who can do anythin'
Silvio: Then, I'mma payback you nicely
Azel: That is.....
I faltered for a moment, then smiled softly at the boy whose clear, unwavering eyes met mine.
Azel: Yes, I'll be waiting
Silvio: Here ya go, god bastard. That's your extra pay for the sea current stuff from the other day.
As the large amount of gold coins in leather pouch was placed on the table, the mystical eyes of Tanzanite's living god gleamed with the greed of mortal.
Azel: As expected of Prince Silvio! Thank you for your generous offering
Azel: Allow me to express my gratitude with full prostrationā
Silvio: Cut that out, will ya? Don't you dare to do that
Azel: Well then, I will keep it to just the sentiment
Silvio: .....Yer bad jokes are hard as hell to read
Silvio took a seat while letting out an exasperated sigh. In an instant the living god personally prepared the tea and placed it at Silvio's side.
Silvio: Playin' servant again?
Azel: Only for you, Prince Silvio. I'm selective about who I choose to butter up becauseā
Silvio: Don't fuckin' say it so boldly!
Azel: That was rude of me
The god also took a seat across from Silvio, radiating a divine aura and smiled gently.
Azel: Might I be granted another story today?
Silvio: Hah. Since you're so eager...
Azel: I wish to hear every word you say, without missing a single one, Prince Silvio
Silvio: Then, you can sniffin' the fuck outta next money-makin' shot
Azel: Yes, indeed
Silvio: So don't fuckin' say it sooo boldly
Azel: But, that's not the only reason
Silvio: Ha?
Azel: I always looking forward to it..
Azel: āThe adventure story of you, the greatest merchant on the continent
āŖ The Indecent Bath Time story set is two-parts that can be purchased together or separately. This single post includes both sets.
āŖ MDNI--CW: Awkwardly translated smut.
āŖ I could only include one clip, so I included the breathiest!
Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translations elsewhere, or use them with out my permission. Thank you for your support! ā¾.
Heās arrogant, ruthless, intolerantā
Yet, hopelessly lovable.
I really want to accept everything he does, but heās always the one doing the attacking.
So tonight, itās my turn to attack himā
On that day, I determinedly chased after Jude as he was entering the bathroom.
Kate: Jude!
(ā¦..Here we go!)
Not technically, āHere we go,ā but itās more a cutesy sound MC is making to herself, but uh this is what it's going to be.
I boldly stand on my tip toes and I touch his soft lips.
Jude: ā¦..Whatās that?
Kate: ā¦..A kiss.
Jude: Are ya daft, I know that. Iām askinā what yer planninā.
Kate: You want to know what Iām planning?
Jude: Oācourse, I do.
Kate: ā¦ā¦.Well, tonight I thought Iād go on the offense and attack you for once.
Jude: Aintācha gotten more foolish ever since weāve started datinā?
Kate: Iā¦.I donāt think thatās the case at all.
Jude: Yeah right. Each time ya look at me, flowers are bloominā like pom-poms from yer head.
(Do they really bloom that much..ā¦?)
While impressed by how easily his insults came out, I lost a bit of my self-confidence.
(Attacking Jude is going to be a hurdle after allā¦...)
(Nope. Iām not throwing in the towel yet.)
Jude: Yer clearly rattled. Ya said ya were gonna attack me, but I think itās best give ya up.
Kate: Ju-Just give me a little time. Iām thinking up a strategy now.
Jude: Beinā slow about yer attack plan. Feels like Iāll fall into the tub while waitinā on yaā¦..
I was stripped bare and placed into a bathtub with steam rising from itā
(Oh no, Judeās getting in tooā¦..!?)
I can't stand up naked, so I flee to the edge of the bathtub.
Although, I still got caughtā
Kate: ā¦..N-no, Jude.
As I struggled desperately trapped in his arms, a mocking voice rang out.
Jude: Maybe itās ācause yer whininā like that, ya canāt be an attacker?
Kate: I-itās becauseā¦.if you touch meĀ there, Iāll end up making a noise.
Jude: There? Ahā¦ā¦ya mean this naughty bit here?
He pinches the stiff tip of my breast.
Kate: Mmm.
Jude: Keep doinā that ān youāll get beaten as usual. Is that all right? Werentācha the one who wanted to attack me?
Kate: That's right, it's unfair that I'm the one who always gets attacked!
Throwing aside my embarrassment, I turned around and hugged him.
The sound of large waves of water splashing echoed throughout the air.
(I can do it too if I tryā¦.)
I kiss his chest, lick him.ā¦.and do all the indecent things I can think of to Jude.
(I can't see his expression, but he must be in agonyā¦..right?)
Despite thinking that, I became increasingly worried as he showed no reaction, so I quietly looked up at his face.
Kate: How is itā¦.?
Jude: How is it? Feels like somethinā softs touchinā me.
Kate: Th-thatās it? Like how does it feel. Does it feel good?
Jude: Nah. I donāt think yer cominā at me enough?
Kate: Well, Iāll show you what happens when you provoke me!
My desire to make Jude feel good outweighed my embarrassment, and I pressed my body closer to his.
Butā
Kate: ā¦..Mm!
I instinctively stopped moving when I noticed something hot and hard beneath his firm waist.
Jude: Hahaā¦.ya got on top oā me yerself, so why aintācha movinā?
Kate: Uhā¦..
Jude: If ya donāt wanna move, then Iāll do it myself.
Kate: WhāHnghā¦!
He grabbed my waist and something hot rubbed between my legs.
Kate: Mmnā¦..Ohhā¦..Ahā¦stop, Juā
Jude: ā¦..Ngh.
Jude: Haha, aināt even done nothinā yet, ān it feels like yer gonna come right now.
Kate: Haa, aahā¦.Hmn.
Jude: ā¦..So naughty.
The breath blown into my ear intensifies the pleasure.
(If I keep being attacked and simply moan, then itās no different than usual. And thatās so frustrating.)
Gathering up what little rationality I had left, I fight back.
However, all of my plans were overturned and rebounded with even more ectascy.
Kate: AAHNā¦.!
Jude:Ā Ā Cantācha keep yer voice down?
Kate: Itās your fault that I canātā¦.stop, Judeā¦.haaa.
Jude: Echoās so damn loudā¦ā¦Ahahaā¦.ya donāt like it, but ya canāt stop it?
Jude: But it feels better when yer ashamed, yeah?
He looks into my eyes like the epitome of an aggressorā¦.
Jude: Now, show me that messy of yers face while ya come.
Kate: StāOhhā¦ahh, ahhā¦.ahnn!
My mind went completely blank and as I lost consciousness, a malicious whisper was gently dropped into my ear.
Jude: Haha, guess ya really donāt have any talent fer offense.
Jude: Ya should just be a good girl ān stay on the receivinā endā¦ā¦Iām gonna give ya lots oā love from now on.
āThe pleasurable bath time is far from over.
HIS TURN āĖāĖ.ā¢
With Jude's hard, hot thing pressed between my legs, I felt like my head was melting with embarrassment and confusion.
Jude: ā¦..Heh, ya look frustrated.
Kate: ā¦..Mmnā¦ā¦Haa.
I donāt how many times we kissed as his soft tongue swirled inside my mouth, but the dirty sounds filled me pleasure.
Kate: Ahhā¦Jude, I canātā¦.anymore.
All thoughts of how I should attack Jude had vanished from my mind.
(The only thing I can think of is drowning in this gleeā¦..)
Jude: Haahā¦If I leave it to ya, Iāll get heatstroke.
The kana here can be used in a variety of ways. One of the ways it can be translated, is in situations where one gets a heatstroke from soaking too long in a very hot bath. Iāll note for future reference that mtl renders it as āIāll get hot and bothered.ā
In my sweet, teary vision, Jude sighed and supported me as he stood up.
Jude: Hands there, hips up.
Kate: ā¦ā¦.Wa-
I was turned around with my butt sticking out, putting me in an even more awkward position than before. So, I crouched down on the spot, tryingĀ to hide my vulnerable appearance even if just a little.
Kate: This position isā¦..
Jude: Ya like this position, yeah?
Judeās body pressed tightly against my back.
My hips were then lifted highā¦.and a loud, wet noise echoed around the room as he penetrated my body deeply.
Kate: Aaahnā¦.mmmā¦.!
As I arched my back while holding on to the bathtub, Jude began to rock his hips back and forthā¦ā¦
Jude: ā¦..Haha, even though itās slick, it's so tightā¦ā¦
May also be translated as "soft, it's so tight."
Kate: St-ā¦..Jude, stopā¦..I canātā¦.
Jude: Stop? Hahaā¦.How dare ya sat somethinā like that after wrappinā yerself āround me like this?
He thrusts deep inside and stirs me up, making me realize that "no" and "donāt" are mere words.
Kate: Ohā¦ā¦.ahnn.
Jude: Itās hotā¦ā¦.yer boilinā.
His heat explores my sticky interior, savoring the folds cloaked around it.
Kate: Ohhā¦.haaā¦..
He gently pounded me upwards as if to urge me to respond, and all I could think about was how good it felt.
(Andā¦..when you look at me with those mean eyes, my heart is laid bare.)
As I stare back into those seductive amethyst eyes, it feels as if the lust hidden in my heart is being gently revealed.
Kate: ā¦ā¦.Moreā¦.please.
Kate: ā¦ā¦Jude, I want you to attack me a lot.
Shameful words tumble out unconsciously.
Jude: The princessās so honest ābout her desires.
Jude: Yer sāgood at begginā.
Jude: Butā¦.if ya really want it, yer gonna have to hold yerself out to me ān say, āI want ya to touch me here.ā
I feel a light slap on my butt.
Kate: Hnghā¦..
The vibrations traveled like ripples deep inside my body, causing me to squeeze him tightly.
Jude: Haha, yer bodyās as honest as ever. Rushinā me to hurry up ān thrust into ya.
Kate: Donāt say mean thingsā¦.please.
(How should I hold myself outā¦..)
Kate: Iā¦.hereā¦.
I pressed against the spot I wanted Jude to touch, swaying my hips to seek his heat.
A sense of shame together with a sweet urge came over me, causing my ears to burn hot.
(Why are you making me do such disgraceful things, and then making me wait? You're so mean, Jude...!)
Kate: Jude, please moveā¦..I canāt take it anymore.
Jude: Hahaā¦..So naughty.
Instantly, he embraced me from behind, and the heat that had been teetering inside me, shoved itself to the innermost part of me.
Kate: AHH!!
Jude: Hold on to the tub ācause I'm gonna make a mess of ya.
Jude pulled out his excitement and then thrust it all the way back in with one swift movement.
Jude: Itāsā¦.soppinā wet here too.
Each time it penetrates me, its mass is increases more than before, and I fall into a deeper rapture.
The bathroom light shines on us as we are joined together, leaving everything exposed.
(Jude can see where weāre joined together from behind..ā¦.)
And yet, itās frustrating that Iām the only one has to go through this embarrassment.
I wanted to attack Jude and make him gasp with pleasure.
(Itās going to be hard to turn the tablesā¦.but)
Kate: One day, Iāmā¦..going to get youā¦.too Jude.
Jude: Still goinā on ābout it, huh. Yer sucha bad quitter.
Jude: Well, ya can come at me anytime ya want. So long as yer ready to get defeated like this.
The hot bud between my legs quivers as he pinches it.
Kate: Ahnnā¦.no, donāt touch me thereā¦.St-Ohh!!
A rush of pleasure melts my entire body.
Jude: Pff- poor thing keeps gettinā taken out.
Jude: ā¦..Ya can take another shower, ān get wetter.
A nasty voice bit me on the earlobe, and a dizzying sense of bliss flashed through my head.
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T/L Note: The actual title is "Indecent Melting Bath Time," but it's too lengthy and it's likely EN team will change the title anyway, so I'm shortening it. Further, I am so sorry for subjecting you to the awkward smut translation.
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