Find Out My Origins: Chevalier
The translation isn't 100% accurate, so expect mistakes! The story does not belong to me, it belongs to Cybird. I'm just translating so others can also enjoy the stories if they cannot wait for english translation:)
Warnings: Spoilers from Chevalier's route! This is from his POV!
Chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3
Emma, who had been busy playing 'swordsmanship', hid her hands behind her back.
It may have been unconscious on her part, but it caught my eye.
As I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me, her body stumbled forward.
As I caught her, I wrapped my arm around her waist to prevent her from moving.
Chevalier: "You know what I am trying to say...don't you, simpleton?"
When I grabbed her wrist and lifted it up, I saw her reddened palms.
She had been swinging that sword longer than I had expected, hence the friction made her skin feel hot.
(......As fragile as ever.)
I pressed my lips against palms of her hand, where the skin was red, sensing her obvious distress at the same time.
Emma: "I'm rather sweaty...."
Chevalier: "How is that a problem?"
I grabbed her hand as she tried to pull it away, and pressed my lips against the base of her fingers.
Chevalier: "Why did you try to hide it?"
(I could have pretended not to notice, but...)
Emma's eyes widened, then she looked down.
Emma: ".....I didn't want to worry you."
Chevalier: ".....What makes you think I'd worry?"
Emma: "You always do that for me, don't you?"
Emma: "Since you care so much for me..."
Emma: "Even though I know there's no way I can keep secrets from you, I still find myself doing so."
I casted my gaze upon her pained hand again.
When I first taught her how to swing a sword, it was easy to predict that something like this would happen.
I hadn't given second thought to this back then, but now that I have, I cursed my past self.
[Flashback from this event's chapter 2]
Chevalier: "As a butler, shouldn't you act before your master tells you to?"
Rio: "......I'll go to infirmary."
[Back to present — training grounds]
It is not even an injury—just a minor price to pay for practicing sword swinging.
Even so, at that time, I did not turn a blind eye. I even went as far as to involve her butler.
(To begin with, given the circumstances under which I was taught sword swinging, it simply does not make sense.)
(The fact that it cannot be explained means that it was an pointless act.)
(.......I am not the sort of person who would do things like that to pass time.)
(Back then, I genuinely thought I was a beast, not a person.)
[Flashback to chapter 11 of his route]
Emma: "Prince Chevalier, you..."
[Back to present — training grounds]
(....Supposing the fragments of humanity were present at that time....)
(Then this woman is truly extraordinary.) *saying Emma is impressive for noticing?*
I shrugged off Emma's words and let go of her hand.
If I just started walking, I had a feeling Emma would follow me.
Chevalier: ".....I will have a lighter sword prepared for the next time."
Chevalier: "If your aim is to simply get some light exercise, then there's no need for heavy training."
Emma: "Thank you very much, King Chevalier....hehe."
At the sound of her laughter, I felt the corners of my mouth naturally curve upwards.
—As the sound of water from the bathroom disturbed the silence, I quietly turned the page of the book, while seated in bed.
This book, which I've read countless times, is worn to tatters, unlike other books that I've read only once.
However, with every word I read, a different story came to mind.
[Flashback from chapter 3 of his route, when Belle first faced him directly in garden]
There was once a woman who faced the prince called Brutal Beast, even though she was trembling.
[Flashback from chapter 14, when Chevalier was having a purge]
He was literally cruel, even killing people of his own country and willing to stop at nothing to achieve his goal. At the sight of this, the woman let out a pained cry—
[Flashback from chapter 18, when he visited the graves of soldiers]
Even so, she continued to believe that the Brutal Beast was a human.
Emma: "—King Chevalier, what are you reading today?"
The scent of soap got stronger and I looked up.
Emma, who had just gotten out of bath, peered at book with keen interest and smiled.
Emma: "'Romance of the Rose'".....that brings back memories."
(.......For some reason, I feel an overwhelming urge to read it every now and then.)
(It's not as if I'll be gaining new knowledge, though....I suppose it is a waste of time.)
I closed the book and grabbed Emma's defenseless hand.
I lifted it up and placed it on my lap, then picked up a bandage I had prepared.
Emma: "It doesn't hurt that much—"
Chevalier: "What was that?"
Emma: ".........Thank you."
(You should have just said that from the beginning.)
I wrapped a bandage over her palm, which was still sore even after the bath.
Emma, who had been hesitant at first, gradually began to relax and leaned against me.
Chevalier: "You said you couldn't sleep."
Emma: ".....There's hardly anything to talk about."
From the way her gaze wanders, I deducted that, just as she said, it wasn't a serious matter.
(The only thing that happened today was...ceremony.)
Chevalier: "I felt pair of eyes on me during the ceremony."
At that, Emma's shoulders slumped and I let out an exasperated sigh as I realized the truth.
Chevalier: ".....I never thought you'd find yourself unable to sleep after the ceremony, rather than before it."
Emma: "That's just how happy I was."
Emma: "To see you surrounded by crowd of people."
(Because this is the proof that I am a King of People, yes?)
People do not attend the ceremony of the beast.
It is precisely because this ceremony was held for a human that people gathered to celebrate.
It seems Emma still cares about such trivial matters.
Chevalier: "This is why you continue to be called a fool, no matter how much time passes."
Emma: "......Yet, I feel as though I'm being praised somehow."
Chevalier: "It's just your imagination."
Emma looked up and our eyes met.
Emma: "But when you call me a 'fool'....."
Emma: "You always have such a soft expression on your face."
Emma: "You seem bit off your game today, King Chevalier." (saying Chevalier has let his guard down.)
Emma stood up straight and pressed her lips against mine.
What I sensed in her warmth was love like no other, one that had transformed a beast into a human.
Chevalier: "Though, I don't think I am quite as bad as you in that regard."
Unconsciously, our lips met again and our breaths mingled together.
While Emma was distracted, I grabbed the bandages that happened to be lying within reach and tied up her hands together gently.
Realising something was amiss, Emma pulled away from my lips and looked down at her body.
Emma: "......King Chevalier?"
Chevalier: "You've let your guard down too much."
As I ran my hand over her immobilized body, her skin began to flush red.
'But there's something other than embarrassment on my mind' she thought and her expression softened.
Emma: "That's only because I'm with you, King Chevalier."
(Hearing that from you now—it must be an unwavering conclusion you've reached having to get to know me.)
Emma: "But why did you suddenly tie my hands?"
Chevalier: "I wonder why?"
I covered Emma's mouth with my lips once more, as she looked like she was going to say something strange, and held her fragrant body close.
(...Perhaps it is in things that are useless and worthless that one's true value as human being lies?)
(You'd better realized by now that I have no intention of ever letting you go, simpleton.)
This man is SO down bad, there is no hope of him ever returning to how he was before. He's a huge simp in his own nonchalant way. And I noticed how throughout 3 chapters, Chevalier was cutting his own human thoughts and emotions over and over again, but he seems more honest in epilogue. This, once again, showed me how much he has grown and gods, once again, I'm so down bad for this man.
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