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Main Story 2 | Chapter 5 | Secrets and Trust
MahoYaku Masterpost & Translator's Notes
Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6
Chapter 5: Secrets and Trust
5.1 At the End of the Inspection Tour
5.2 A Warm Connection
5.3 In Order to Build Trust
5.4 Words of an Echoing Resolution
5.5 Enveloped in a Smile
5.6 What His Determination Brought Forward
5.7 Building Blocks of Trust
5.8 Inside the Envelope
5.9 A New Lead
5.10 A Witness to That Day
5.1 At the End of the Inspection Tour
After completing a summary inspection of the magic headquarters, Mister Vincent announces his intention to return to the castle without stopping for a break.
It appears that Mister Drummond, Mister Cock Robin, and the army of soldiers will escort Mister Vincent on his way back.
None of the wizards show up to see him off.
But I can feel them hovering a distance away: the weight of their watchful gazes falling on an object that caught their interest.......
Like cats prowling a midnight parking lot and impassively waiting for an intruder in their midst to leave.
Akira: Well then, please take care on your way back.
Mister Vincent turns around.
Vincent: I recalled a matter of importance. Allow me to ask you this question.
Akira: Yes, what is it?
I mean to answer with an obliging smile, no matter what Mister Vincent asks of me.
Because I want us to be closer. Today might be a momentous occasion: one that will come to mark how humans and wizards finally came together in understanding.
There isn’t a trace of malice or repulsion in Mister Vincent’s gaze. He poses his inquiry with a courteous and impersonal tone.
Vincent: It concerns Oz.
I previously witnessed Oz falling asleep right before my eyes when he attempted to use magic.
He kept falling asleep the moment he did as much as draw on his magic. What exactly happened to him back then? Was that an exceptional situation? Or is this a regular occurrence?
In other words......I wish for you to answer me this: are there certain conditions that prohibit Oz from using his magic?
The trees rustle and murmur as a breeze sweeps through them.
Shaken, I stand frozen to the spot with a smile plastered on my face.
What he asked concerns Oz’s greatest weakness.
In the battle with the < Great Catastrophe >, Oz was afflicted with a strange injury which causes him to fall asleep whenever he tries to use his magic at night.
Once night falls, the strongest wizard in the world could be finished off by a mere human.
Should I really tell Mister Vincent about Oz? I can’t make a decision like that on the spur of the moment.
Akira: ............
My split second of indecision does not escape Mister Vincent’s notice.
His gaze, previously so courteous and frank, colors with displeasure and suspicion.
Vincent: ......What is the matter? You can’t answer my question?
Akira: .......Um.......
Vincent: Very well, let me ask you another one!
There’s a hard edge in Mister Vincent’s voice. I jerk back as if I was slapped.
Vincent: My next question concerns Cain Knightley. There’s been rumors circulating about Cain amongst the soldiers in the city — that there’s something wrong with his eyes lately.
I heard that he often fails to look people in the eye. Do you know anything about this, Sir Sage?
That’s Cain’s injury: he currently can’t see anyone until he touches them.
It’s a weakness that could prove fatal for him. Even more so since he is tasked with guarding and protecting Arthur.
If this information is leaked to assassins hoping to approach Arthur, there would be nothing to stop them from attacking Cain to get to Arthur.
I lapse into silence once again, feeding Mister Vincent’s growing suspicion.
Vincent: Sir Sage!
Akira: ..............
Vincent: ......Is that your answer? Very well. I see you have no intention of divulging the secrets of the wizard headquarters.
Mister Vincent lets out a dry chuckle. Disappointment and fury are clearly etched across his face.
Vincent: You demand that we place our trust in wizards, yet this is the answer we receive from you.
Drummond: Lord Vincent......
Vincent: Wizards can accomplish all manner of things with mysterious powers, from reading unsealed letters, to flying through the sky, to stealing in through windows — wizards can kill without even lifting a single finger.
Even our strongest troops fare no better than newborns when faced against wizards. We are subjected to constant terror.
And yet, you people make no concession in exposing your own weaknesses. How is that fair?
Aren’t you the ones who don’t trust us?! And yet you dare demand that we try to understand you and compromise with you?
I have never heard of such unequal standards!
Akira: ..............!
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5.2 A Warm Connection
My heart constricts at Mister Vincent’s raised voice.
What he says is right.
I’ve angered him, even though he went through the trouble of trying to get closer to us today. I’m shaken with grief and misery.
Akira: (Should I just tell him the truth...? Maybe some good can still come out of this......)
That same thought cycles through my mind several times. Because I really wanted to forge a warm bond with him.
But I can’t bring myself to spill such important information about the wizards’ lives without their consent — not when they’ve opened their hearts to me.
Why can’t I bring myself to tell him? I want to work toward a world where humans and wizards can live together in harmony. That’s what I truly believed.
Still disoriented, I try to listen to what my heart is telling me.
Akira: (I...... I still don’t trust Mister Vincent.)
I thought I wanted to trust him, but I simply haven’t yet come to fully put my faith in him.
No matter how much I try to dress up my feelings, that’s the reality of the situation.
Mister Vincent glares bitterly at me: he probably feels the same way.
Even if I hand him the information he’s demanding about Oz and Cain right now, he won’t trust us wholeheartedly.
Our window of opportunity to forge a bond of trust — those brief few seconds of time — has now evaporated.
What a truly difficult thing it is to trust in each other.
I can’t believe my own simple-mindedness in laughing and treating such an arduous task as if it were a mere walk in the park......
Akira: .......I apologize, Mister Vincent. I cannot tell you. I’m truly sorry......
Vincent: Hmph....... So you acknowledge your own faithlessness. You’re simply a hypocrite who has become intoxicated with the wizards’ flattery and adulation.
Akira: ............
Drummond: Lord Drummond...... Surely the Sage does not deserve such words......
Vincent: Silence, Drummond. Sage. I understand where you stand now. So let me return this to you.
Mister Vincent thrusts something in front of my eyes.
It’s the cravat Chloe made.
I feel myself losing hope as I recall Chloe being moved to tears.
Akira: Mister Vincent....... This is Chloe’s gift to you.
Even if you don’t trust me, Chloe is......
Vincent: There’s every possibility that he meant to inflict me with a deadly curse. As long as you don’t trust us, surely you do not expect me to extend the same trust to wizards.
Take it, Sage. If you do not, I will cast it to the ground. If you do not wish for that to happen, I advise you accept this immediately!
The cravat sways before my eyes. My face crumples with remorse — towards Chloe, and at my own sense of helplessness.
Akira: (I’m sorry, Chloe......)
I extend my right hand, trembling. At that moment......
Another hand reaches out beyond mine, taking hold of Chloe’s cravat and cupping it.
And then pressing it back against Mister Vincent.
The hand belongs to Arthur.
Arthur: ............
Akira: Arthur......
Arthur flashes me a sweetly reassuring smile.
But his eyes shimmer with pain at the sight of my pathetic, crumpled expression.
He gazes directly at Mister Vincent, his blue eyes reflecting sadness and bewilderment.
Arthur: Uncle. Chloe is not the kind of person who would conceal curses in his gifts.
He is an ambitious and outstanding tailor. This cravat does not bear any sort of curse.
Arthur’s voice resonates among the chirping of birds. Before I realize it, the wizards have started to reveal themselves here and there.
Gathered in the courtyard, by the windowsill, on the roof, behind pillars — they stand quietly, watching over the situation.
Mister Vincent furrows his brows as he moves to brush off Arthur’s hand and the cravat.
Vincent: And why would I believe in a wizard’s words!
The moment he shoves the cravat back at Arthur, I hear a sharp intake of breath.
It comes from Chloe.
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5.3 In Order to Build Trust
With Rustica by his side, Chloe stands by the windowsill and peers anxiously in our direction.
Arthur must have caught sight of him too: he looks slightly agitated.
He doesn’t want the cravat to fall to the ground before Chloe’s eyes.
Undeterred, Mister Vincent draws closer.
Vincent: There is no assurance for the actions of people like you, who can manipulate mysterious powers. There is no proof that you are truly even Arthur.
All of you wizards might have concocted some scheme, and shown me nothing but illusions all day. What grounds do you have to ask that I trust in wizards!?
Mister Vincent makes a motion to shake off Arthur’s fingers.
The cravat sways and slips towards the ground. Arthur’s eyes are blown wide in dismay, and his mouth opens with a cry.
It takes me a second to realize the sheer gravity of the words he then proclaims.
Arthur: I promise.
Wizards don’t make promises. Because once they break a promise, they lose their magic.
Stunned, I forget to breathe.
Heavy winds howl violently, as rolling clouds start to darken the sky.
Arthur’s earnest blue eyes gaze up at Mister Vincent.
Arthur: I’m sure you know this, Uncle. If a wizard breaks a promise, they will lose their magic.
I promise you. Chloe will not cast any curses on you. That cravat is simply a sign of friendship.
Please trust me.
Vincent: .............
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Cain: ..............! Arthur made a promise........
Riquet: .............!
(Running footsteps)
Cain: Where are you going, Riquet!
Riquet: I need to be by Prince Arthur’s side.......!
Cain: Stop. If we rush in now, everything Arthur just did would become meaningless!
Arthur’s trying to build a bridge of trust with Prince Vincent — he’s doing this for us.
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Chloe: .......Arthur........!
What do I do!? It’s all my fault....... What should we do!?
Rustica: Chloe....... Don’t blame yourself. It’s not because of you; he did it for all of us.
Shylock: What a remarkable act of courage. He did it for us — for every wizard — and for the sake of our relationship with the Central Country government.
Murr: What comes next? Speculation and tension are bountiful.
With a single misstep, this game of cards will turn heaven into hell and back again.
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Shino & Heathcliff: Ah.....!
...........
Faust: .....That idiot......
Nero: What are you gonna do, Mister Faust? Are you heading over there?
Faust: ....If Oz doesn’t show up...... I can’t let a child and the Sage bear the full brunt of this.
Nero: I get it, but intimidating him is just gonna do the exact opposite of what you want! Do you even know how to bargain or mediate.....!?
(Thunder)
Faust: .........
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Oz: ...............!
Snow: Oz!
White: Oz, you must endure this! We can’t afford the aftermath of what will befall Vincent if you show yourself right now!
Snow: You have to calm your heart! You must not, by any means, unintentionally burn him to death with lightning!
Oz: ..............
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Mithra: .......What in the world is he thinking........
Bradley: Ahaha! That fool’s got some guts.
But I don’t hate that.
Owen: ...............
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Rutile: ....Prince Arthur.....
Mitile: Was that a promise? Does that count as a promise?
Lennox: .....Yes.....
Mitile: No way.....
Figaro: It’s all right, Mitile. Leno, take care of everyone, okay?
Lennox: Dr. Figaro....
Figaro: It’s going to rain. Take cover so you don’t get drenched.
(Thunder)
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5.4 Words of an Echoing Resolution
Arthur: ..............
Obscured by churning clouds, errant rays of sunlight cast passing shadows that fall across Mister Vincent and Arthur’s profiles.
(Rain)
The sky turns dark, and the sound of rain echoes all around us. A strong gust of wind ruffles both uncle and nephew’s identically colored hair.
Arthur: Today marks the first time I’ve ever made a promise. It might have been a spur of the moment action, but I do not consider it a thoughtless or rash decision.
Uncle, thank you for carving out precious time for us wizards today. You graciously opened your heart and made an effort to meet us halfway.
If you felt like your overtures today were disrespected, you might never spare us a second moment of your time or a fraction of your heart ever again.
That’s why I worked up my courage.
Vincent: ...............
Arthur: For the future of humans and wizards, I make this promise to you at the risk of losing my magic.
Nevertheless, it is not such a dangerous undertaking. Because all I need to do is trust Chloe.
Vincent: How are you certain you can trust him? Because you’re both wizards? He’s nothing more than a dressmaker from the West.
Arthur gives a carefree laugh.
Arthur: My trust is born from the time that we’ve spent together. We’ve shared many stories, and I’ve seen all sorts of faces from him — not to mention how many of Chloe’s creations I’ve worn.
Thus, I can promise you.
Vincent: ................
Arthur looks up at Mister Vincent, quiet conviction burning in his gaze.
I glance up at the window to see Chloe covering his face with both hands as Rustica embraces his shoulders. My heart grows warm at that sight.
Looking defeated, Mister Vincent shakes his head with bitter frustration.
He slowly lowers his hand and carefully tucks the cravat back into his pocket.
Vincent: ........ If you will go to such lengths to vouch for him, then I shall accept this gift.
Arthur: .......Thank you, Uncle........
(Clap of thunder, sky grows darker)
As deafening claps of thunder ring out, the rain grows stronger.
In no time at all, the courtyard is swallowed by gray skies. Arthur makes a motion to stop the soldiers who run towards us with opened umbrellas.
Arthur: << Pernoctant Nixzo >>
Arthur gently chants his spell, and a faint light envelops me, Mister Vincent, and the soldiers.
The rain bounces off me before it can even touch my clothes; it’s as if I’m wearing an invisible coat.
I feel like I’m being protected by a glowing cocoon.
Arthur: Thank you for gracing us with your presence today, Uncle.
His eyes lowered, Mister Vincent nods a few times before raising his face.
Vincent: .......Arthur. I read your proposal for handling the mysterious incidents around the world.
Arthur: My suggestion for an investigative unit...... So you’ve read the proposal. What do you think of it?
Vincent: I understand your wish for the Sage’s wizards to focus their attention on preparing for the battle against the < Great Catastrophe >.
But I cannot allow wizards to partake in Central Country’s officially recognized organizations. The investigative unit shall be formed with only humans.
Arthur: But it would be too dangerous for them.......
Vincent: You can’t guarantee that wizards would not threaten humans. I cannot appoint people as government officials when I am unable to assess the potential threat they may pose.
I’m doing this to protect our people. There are wizards, like the one named Nova, who wish for the destruction of our country and the very world we live in.
Arthur: I heard that Nova was evenly matched against the Northern wizard Mithra. He is not an opponent that humans can handle on their own.
Vincent: I will fortify the Magical Technology Corps. Western Country’s magical science technology is growing more and more advanced by the day. Eventually, a time will come when a country’s sovereign can manipulate the weather.
Arthur: "Eventually" won’t come fast enough. We should gather all wizards with verifiable backgrounds right away, and position them within organizations to be mobilized in the case of emergency......
Vincent: I’m saying this one more time. I will not acknowledge the formation of a wizard-exclusive investigative unit.
Wizards cannot work in groups. They rely solely on their mysterious powers, and do not know how to cooperate with each other.
Figaro: We do know how.
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5.5 Enveloped in a Smile
I look up at his calm and gentle voice.
Amidst the silvery sheet of falling rain, Figaro silently approaches us with a soft smile on his face.
The moment his gaze turns upon us, both Arthur and I release sighs of relief.
I relax, letting the tension seep from my stiff and petrified posture even as my eyes chase after Figaro’s profile.
Figaro: Thank you for your time today. May I re-introduce myself? I’m the Southern wizard Figaro.
Figaro extends his arm and shakes Mister Vincent’s hand.
Vincent: ...I remember who you are.
Figaro: It’s an honor.
You see, I just remembered that I hadn’t informed you about how the Southern wizards and a number of other volunteer wizards worked to restore the Central capital.
Vincent: ...Is this true?
Drummond: Indeed. They removed the rubble and repaired the building walls.....
Figaro: With no compensation.
Drummond: Indeed, with no compensation.
Vincent: ....... We’ll put forth a reward.....
Figaro: No, no. Please don’t worry about it. We need to work together during times of need. That’s how we handle things in Southern Country.
The citizens of Central were all incredibly kind to us while we worked to restore the capital.
The merchants’ guild, the patrol units, the nobles who offered donations to help us with reconstruction, the young journalist who was fascinated with our magic.....
There was even someone who offered us an empty home as a sign of their gratitude. "Feel free to use it next time you come to visit the capital," they said.
The citizens of Central country are all so cheerful, honest, and hardworking — and very kind.
Vincent: I see.... I thank you for your contributions.
Figaro’s flattery and friendly smile lighten Mister Vincent’s mood.
Figaro acts humble; he ducks his head and laughs with his brows downturned.
Figaro: Wizards prefer to act alone. I do not blame you for your suspicions, Prince Vincent....
But there are wizards who love the spirit of cooperation as well. And that is why I’d like to help clear up some misunderstandings.....
By making use of the house we were offered — and turning it into a house of cultural exchange between wizards and humans.
How does that sound?
Vincent: .....A house of cultural exchange with wizards.....
Figaro: Yes; you mentioned earlier that you might be willing to appoint us to welfare activities.
Could you kindly offer us a chance to restore our reputation?
Mister Vincent gazes at Figaro, trying to read his true intentions.
Figaro’s smile is perfect. And it makes me think about two things:
First, when he said he would make me his puppet.
And then Mithra’s words: that the life is spilling out of Figaro’s body.
Vincent: ....All right. You may enquire with Drummond about the details.
Figaro: Ah, Prince.... I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
In the split second that his face breaks out into a delighted smile, Figaro inconspicuously narrows his eyes filled with frigid and domineering ambition.
Figaro turns around to offer Arthur a reverent bow.
Figaro: Prince Arthur. If we can achieve considerable success at this wizards’ house in the capital....
I’m certain your plan concerning the investigation unit will be given further consideration.
Arthur looks at Figaro and nods solemnly; he seems to have caught on to Figaro’s intentions.
It’s difficult to gain complete trust with a single encounter. We need to build it up, one small accomplishment at a time.
If Figaro’s plan concerning the wizards’ house in the capital succeeds, the magical investigation unit might come to fruition as well.
Arthur: You’re right, Sir Figaro..... My uncle, I shall offer you a renewed proposal in the future. Thank you for your consideration.
Vincent: ....All right.
Mister Vincent doesn’t snap at him with something like, "enough with your selfish plans"; instead, he reluctantly nods.
As a public figure who must live up to his fair and tolerant reputation, it must be difficult to retort to Figaro’s words.
In the event that the wizards and the people of the capital do come to trust each other, he will probably have trouble justifying why he would reject a renewed proposal for the investigation unit.
I gaze at Figaro’s cool expression with quiet admiration. His clever political machinations and rhetoric clearly stem from his wisdom gained with age.
Vincent: Bring me the document.
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5.6 What His Determination Brought Forward
At Mister Vincent’s summons, one of his aides brings him a sealed letter.
He takes the letter and holds it out towards Arthur.
Arthur: This is........
Vincent: It’s what you requested. I was considering whether or not to hand it to you based on the outcome of today’s investigation. We could have handled the matter ourselves.
Here, it’s the investigative report detailing the magic circles left behind in the Lunar Eclipse Palace, as well as information on the wizard named Nova.
Arthur looks up with a start. Figaro’s eyes, too, widen imperceptibly.
Mister Vincent lowers his voice, his expression wary and cautious.
Vincent: .......As you predicted, similar magic circles have been discovered both within and beyond our borders. However, the only reports we’ve received concerning them have been unintelligible.
Arthur: Unintelligible reports......Have there been many casualties connected to the < Great Catastrophe >?
Figaro: Perhaps it’s like what happened with Sir Nicholas: where several of the pertinent individuals were deeply involved with political hubs, so they had no choice but to cover up the specifics.
Mister Vincent looks at Figaro, his gaze full of alarm.
Figaro puts his finger to his lips and responds with sincerity.
Figaro: Not to fear. I haven’t mentioned this to anyone.
Vincent: .......Do not speak of this to anyone else.
Arthur: Are there any clues regarding the wizard Nova.......
Vincent: We have yet to come across a single clue.
Arthur and Figaro share a loaded glance between the two of them.
Vincent: Arthur, consider this my advice to you: do not act rashly. If you interfere in another country’s affairs, be sure to report each and every single instance to me at the very least.
In particular, make sure you refrain from anything that could be misinterpreted as a hostile act against Western Country.
Arthur fixes his huge eyes on Mister Vincent unblinkingly.
Flinching, Mister Vincent averts his gaze.
Arthur: Thank you, Uncle. This will prove to be a useful lead in our preparations for the battle against the < Great Catastrophe >.
Vincent: I’m returning to the castle. Please be careful and act with discretion.
Arthur suddenly breaks into a smile. He looks up at Mister Vincent, mischief dancing in his upturned eyes.
Arthur: That might be difficult for a wizard who makes promises.
Vincent: Arthur.
Arthur: I will act accordingly.
And so, Mister Drummond and the others take their leave of the wizard headquarters.
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Arthur: Sir Sage, Sir Figaro. I’m sorry for worrying both of you.
I thought Figaro would simply say, "Oh no, don’t worry about it."
But instead, he grabs Arthur’s shoulders and lifelessly hangs his head before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.
Figaro: ....You really surprised me there.... Goodness, will you take a look at this storm? You’re going to end the world before the next < Great Catastrophe > even has a chance to come around.
Figaro peers into Arthur’s face, his brows downturned.
Figaro: He told you not to make promises, right?
Arthur tucks in his chin like a scolded child. But he immediately looks back at Figaro, determined.
Arthur: I apologize. But I believe it was the right thing to do in that moment.
Figaro: You should leave that kind of political nonsense to the elderly wizards. Your life has only just begun.
Arthur: I’m already seventeen years old.
Figaro: What are you saying? You’re only seventeen years old.
Figaro pats the back of Arthur’s round head with a wry smile. Then he turns to look at me.
He bends down to meet my gaze and smiles, expressing his gratitude.
Figaro: I’m sorry, Sir Sage. We caused you a lot of trouble, leaving you on your own with that exchange.
Akira: No... I’m sorry. I couldn’t find the right words to respond to Mister Vincent, and ended up making him mad....
Figaro: There was no way out of that one. We simply don’t know each other well enough to open up to him like that. On the contrary, it solidified my trust in you, Sir Sage.
Akira: ....Really?
Figaro: Yes. Because I would feel uneasy dealing with a boy who would easily hand over such important information.
Thank you for protecting our secrets for us. You must’ve been terrified when he screamed at you.
Figaro smiles and cups my cheek with one hand.
The warmth of his fingertips make me blush with embarrassment. At the same time, I feel myself tearing up.
Because I was so worried that I must’ve done the wrong thing — I was so happy to hear his words of support.
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5.7 Building Blocks of Trust
Akira: ......I was a little scared. But I’m okay now.
Figaro: Thank goodness.
Figaro’s gaze is adoring, as if he’s cherishing a favorite child. It warms my heart.
But I have a sudden realization.
If I had made the opposite decision, I would have lost his trust.
Even if I still cherished the wizards every bit as much as I do now, if I had spoken of Oz and Cain’s secrets.......
I would have lost Figaro’s trust, and earned only his contempt. Not just Figaro, but all the other wizards too.
A chill runs down my spine at the mere possibility.
I’m glad I didn’t make the wrong call. But is this thing we call trust entirely dependent on a favorable outcome?
Betrayal, separation, lies, injustice.
No matter how deeply I love something or try to protect it, do I have no choice but to lose it all in the event I make a single wrong decision?
Even if I construct a towering monument from individual building blocks of trust, will it come tumbling down with a single misplaced tile?
(Running footsteps)
Chloe: Arthur.......!
I glance up in surprise at Chloe’s voice.
A tear-streaked Chloe runs towards us, with Rustica close by his side. The other wizards start appearing around us too.
Chloe: Arthur, I’m so sorry...... It’s all my fault.......
Akira: No, Chloe. It’s my fault......
Arthur: Neither of you have anything to apologize for. I have to thank both of you for your help.
Arthur turns a sunny smile on us as Chloe and I stumble over our apologies.
However, his expression turns to startled alarm.
Oz: Arthur.
Oz’s voice. I almost scream upon turning around.
Because Oz is wearing the most unbelievably terrifying expression. If he looked like that the first time we met, I would have collapsed onto my knees out of sheer fright.
Even Arthur, who usually reveres Oz as his kind teacher, looks frightened.
Arthur: S-Sir Oz......
Snow: Oz, calm down.
White: It won’t do for you to be short-tempered.
Oz: Silence.
Oz’s voice is pitched so low it might as well have erupted from the bowels of the underground; at that, the twins cling to each other and soar into the sky.
Oz: Arthur. I expressly told you to never make promises.
Arthur: I know. But I could not find another way to return the sincerity that my uncle showed us.
Anyone would be hurt to encounter suspicion and rejection after they’ve made the effort to compromise.
Oz: If you break your promise, you lose your magic. How could you make such a reckless decision.......
Arthur: I do regret acting against your teachings, Sir Oz, but I do not consider my actions to be reckless.
It is a decision I make for the future of humans and wizards. I’ve done my best in the only way I know how.
I can assure you I did not choose my course of action lightly.
Arthur explains himself, his chest puffed out. Oz seems to be at a loss for words, even as his expression remains fearsome.
I understand how Oz feels. While I want to praise Arthur’s indomitable spirit, I don’t wish for him to endanger himself.
After a long silence, Oz raises his staff.
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
Arthur: ................!
In an instant, both Oz and Arthur disappear from our midst.
In Arthur’s place, only the investigative report that he received from Mister Vincent remains.
Akira: Arthur, Oz.......
Figaro: He’s just off to lecture him in his room. He probably realized it would take a while and decided to do it elsewhere.
Snow: Knowing Oz, it’ll probably take a good while to figure out the right words with which to scold him....
Shylock: I do pray he won’t scold him too harshly.
Shylock appears, blowing a whiff of smoke from his pipe. Murr is right by his side.
There’s a hint of fond affection hiding within his calm, alluring gaze.
Shylock: After all, Prince Arthur created this opportunity for us.
He paved a path between Chloe and Prince Vincent — a path that was on the brink of collapse due to our misunderstandings.
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5.8 Inside the Envelope
Chloe: Arthur protected me... He said he trusted me.
I would feel terrible if Sir Oz got mad at him because of me.....
Murr: Oz’s thunder is thunderous, after all! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rustica: Sir Oz truly treasures Prince Arthur. He won’t reprimand him so horribly.
(Thunder)
Rustica: Hopefully.
I survey the area among the booming thunder. That’s when I catch sight of Faust, who looks like he’s just about to retreat from the scene.
Akira: Faust. Did you come all the way here because you were worried?
Faust stops in his tracks, pulls his hat down to cover his eyes, and shakes his head.
Faust: I did not.
Akira: But.....
Faust: I just happened to be passing by.
Figaro: Right where the Central soldiers were lined up en masse?
Faust: It’s part of my daily stroll.
Figaro picks up the investigative report while laughing at Faust’s sheer stubbornness.
That’s when a shadow swoops in, descending from the sky.
It’s Bradley. He cozies up next to Figaro and leans his arm on his shoulder.
Figaro and Faust are both surprised at Bradley’s buddy-buddy attitude, but he pays them no heed.
Bradley: Read it. It’s got some critical info, right?
Figaro: But it’s for Arthur.
Bradley: Not like it changes anything if we read it.
Figaro: I guess that’s true....
Faust: Hey, wait. Are you really going to read it without his permission?
And with that brief exchange, Figaro opens the report and the three of them take a thorough peek.
I can’t read what it says, but I take a peek too.
It looks like the envelope contains dozens of letters and a map.
Figaro: So these are the spots where they found magic circles, identical to the one in the Lunar Eclipse Palace....
Bradley: They’re all over the continent. Hey, look, a familiar name from our last vacation..
Faust: ....Where?
Figaro: Don’t act like you’re not reading it yourself.
Faust: Shut up.
Rustica snoops in as they bicker.
Rustica: Borda Island.
Faust: Borda Island... You’re right.....
Rustica: "Several sacrifices and an identical magic circle to the one in the Lunar Eclipse Palace were discovered in a cave on Borda Island."
That’s what it says right here.
Akira: Borda Island..... But it was such a lovely place....
Figaro: Looks like it took them a while to uncover it because the < Great Catastrophe > caused the cave to collapse in on itself.
Rustica: Pardon my sudden intrusion upon your conversation; my interest was piqued by the familiar name.
Bradley: No problem. Any information about Nova?
Figaro: Vincent said there was none. But I wouldn’t be surprised if he just failed to take note of it.
It’s hard to catch wind of a wizard. But once you know their tricks and turns, it’s easy to search them out.
Faust: And what are these tricks and turns?
Figaro glances at Faust, and then looks up into the air.
Figaro: An indomitable spirit?
Bradley: Not a bad start, but what you’re looking for is obviously their magic inclinations. Like if they’ve got a unique magic tool, it’s easy.
Rustica: Like your rifle?
Bradley: Yeah. Hey, Mister Groom, you’ve traveled the world, right?
Rustica: That’s right.
Bradley: Have you heard anything about Nova?
Rustica: I’m not sure. You met him in person, right? What kind of man was he?
Bradley: I’m sick of interrogations. The twins and this guy right here peppered me with questions left and right.
Figaro: He had long white hair and red eyes. There’s a wound on his left eye, and his right eye is probably artificial.
Rustica: A wound and an artificial eye.... I wonder if he was hurt in an accident. The poor thing....
Bradley: Considering the amount of magic the guy has, he’s making an active choice to leave those wounds on his body. You could call it his personal taste.
Figaro: Like your taste?
Bradley: Yeah. Just like the curseworker’s, too.
Faust: I’ll have you leave me out of this. If he disguised himself as Mithra, isn’t he someone Mithra knows?
Bradley: Mithra’s a forgetful man, but he wouldn’t forget a wizard stronger than him.
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5.9 A New Lead
Rustica: Anything else about this wizard Nova?
Bradley: I told you I’m sick of being interrogated.
Rustica: You don’t have to give me any information on his identifiable traits or anything. I just want to know what you think of him.
Bradley: ..........
Bradley falls silent, his hand pressed against his chin.
After a while, he murmurs.
Bradley: ....It was weird. I couldn’t pick out the presence of any one country’s spirits from his magic. But at the same time, it was like all the countries’ spirits were there.
Faust: So we can’t even pinpoint the origin of the spirits he commands... He must be deliberately trying to conceal his tracks.
Bradley: That’s right. Or....
Bradley glances at me.
But before he can continue, we hear Cain’s voice from the magic headquarters. Cain breezily walks up to us and asks a question.
Cain: Hey, is there any information on Nicholas? Nova’s the guy who got in with Nicholas and taught him how to make that magic circle.
That’s why I asked them to investigate whatever was going on around Nicholas on top of searching out similar magic circles around the world.
Is there anything in there pertaining to him?
Figaro: Nicholas.... Nicholas.... There we go. There’s an appendix on him.
Bradley: He lost to a boy soldier from a provincial town in a swordfight before the lord. He took responsibility for his loss by resigning from his post. This you?
Cain: ....Yeah. He said the other countries would look down on us if they discovered the leader of the knights had lost to a mere commoner.
Bradley: Huh.
Cain: What about it?
Bradley: Nothing. Following that, he conducted inspections of Western Country over the course of several years to acquire knowledge about magical technology....
Faust: When did he return to Central Country?
Figaro: Just before the fight against the < Great Catastrophe >.
Rustica: Ah....
Figaro: What is it?
Rustica: It says here that Nicholas met in secret with a white-haired madam on multiple occasions.
Near the... Headquarters of the Magical Technology Corps in Western Country.
Figaro: Oh, you’re right... I wonder if it was Nova in disguise? Or maybe they just know each other?
Cain. Do you know if Nicholas knew any white-haired women? Like, did he have a sister? Or a lover?
Cain: I have no clue... Nicholas was popular, after all. He did command the Order of Knights.
Bradley: Can’t say that’s not convincing coming from you, hotstuff.
Rustica: I might not command the Order of the Knights, but people call me hot all the time too.
Figaro: Me too. I might not look it, but I used to be really.....
Faust: Is there any more information about the woman?
Figaro: Adams.... It looks like she was investigating Adams Island.
Akira: Adams Island?
That’s an unfamiliar name.
A cheery voice from above answers my question.
Murr comes spinning through the air, his body suspended upside down.
The rain has passed; the dull sky now glitters like scales on a fish.
Murr: It’s an island right by Borda Island!
Akira: I see. Is it possible for us to go investigate Adams Island?
Murr: Nope! Because it’s underwater!
Akira: Underwater? But why....
Murr breaks out into a full-faced smile, his eyes gleaming like a cat’s. He extends his arm to introduce me to the "why."
His fingertips direct my gaze to Shylock.
Murr: Because somebody became infatuated with a terrible man!
Shylock giggles, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. He responds with a secretive, mischievous whisper.
Shylock: Oh my. Don’t go sullying my reputation like that.
His red eyes are as bewitching as the exquisite corals that lie beneath the depths of the blue ocean, and just as out of reach.
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Heathcliff: ..... Prince Arthur was amazing......
He made a promise to protect Chloe’s dignity, just like that..... I wonder if I could ever be that courageous.
Shino: You don’t need to be. Don’t think about making promises with anyone.
Heathcliff: But.....
Shino: Arthur’s an idiot. And you know even less about the world than he does.
Heathcliff: Wh.....
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5.10 A Witness to That Day
Shino: There are countless guys out there you should never trust. Our master Jack, who forced us to make our promise — he was just one of them.
Master and Mistress have only ever wished for your happiness. Jack took advantage of their goodwill by pretending he was some great wizard so he could live a life of luxury.
And that’s how you were forced into making a promise with me. Real cunning idea, huh?
If we saw through his lies, all he had to do was turn one of us to stone: the other one of us would lose our magic.
And Jack would get away scot free. —But in the end, he was turned to stone fighting the < Great Catastrophe >.
Heathcliff: ....I know. I won’t cause you any more trouble, Shino.
Shino: Trouble?
Heathcliff: If I make another promise.... If I pile on any more handicaps, I’ll end up causing you trouble, right?
Shino: Well, yeah. So just steer clear of reckless behavior, okay?
Heathcliff: ........
Shino: .....Are you mad?
Heathcliff: .....I’m not angry.
Shino: I don’t want to rob you of your freedom, Heath. You should do whatever you want to do. But don’t go making promises.
....Unless.... You want to break a promise deliberately so you can lose your magic.
Heathcliff: .....Do not belittle me, Shino.
Shino: ..........
Heathcliff: Mr. Faust and Nero are putting their lives on the line in our battle against the < Great Catastrophe >.
As are my friends, Chloe and Rutile — and boys younger than us, Mitile and Riquet. Not a single one of them has even considered running away.
Though I may lack Prince Arthur’s courage and valor, I would never throw away my magic just to escape from the front lines.
Shino: .........
I apologize, and I humbly beg your pardon.
Heathcliff: Why are you laughing!
Shino: Heh. I was just thinking, that’s what I love about you.....
(Rustle)
Heathcliff: ......!
Shino: Heath, get down. There’s someone in the garden bushes.
Hey, you! If you value your life — show yourself right now!
Soldier: ....I-I’m sorry! I’m not up to anything suspicious!
Shino: A Central soldier.... What are you doing out here? Your friends are all on their way home.
Soldier: I was staring up at a wizard who was spinning through the air like a flying cat, and he asked me out of nowhere, "Do you want to go somewhere high?" and carried me to the top of a tree.....
Shino: Wow, tough luck. I’ll brush off those leaves for you. Bend down.
Soldier: Thanks. ....Ah.....
Shino: What?
Soldier: You’re the wizard who was fighting alongside General Cain on the castle bridge when the Umbra Volans attacked.....
Shino: You’ve got a good memory.
Soldier: I was watching you from inside the castle. I wanted to go help, but I had to guide the civilians to safety.....
Shino: And you fulfilled your duty. Hey, make sure you tell all your higher ups about my accomplishments.
Soldier: Will do. Hey, how’s that black beast doing? Is it your pet?
Shino: ........
Heathcliff: Black beast?
Soldier: Yes. The beautiful black panther.
Shino: What are you talking about? Why would I keep a pet like that?
Soldier: Huh? But you called it by the same name just now.
You called it Heath.....
Heathcliff: ..........
Shino: ...........
Heathcliff: That’s probably.... My name. I’m Heathcliff Blanchett.
Shino always calls me Heath.
Shino: ...........
Soldier: Heathcliff... Lord Heathcliff Blanchett!
I apologize for my discourtesy — my ignorance is no excuse! I cannot believe I suggested such a noble name belonged to a beast....
Heathcliff: No, no, do not worry about it.
Soldier: ....I’m truly sorry! Let me atone for my impertinence another day! I swear I will....
Heathcliff: Take care on your way home.
Shino: Don’t get lost.
(Footsteps)
Heathcliff: .....Shino. What’s this about a black beast?
Shino: Who could say.
Heathcliff: You can’t just brush it off like that.
Shino: He must’ve mistaken me for a beast. I’ve got black hair, after all.
Heathcliff: ............
Shino: I’m the black beast. Let’s go, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff: Are you lying?
Shino: I’m not. And what if I am?
Heathcliff: I wouldn’t be able to trust you anymore, Shino.
Shino: ...........
Heathcliff: .......Because you always refuse to tell me the things that are most important. That’s not what it means to be friends.
Shino: I do tell you. It’ll be fine.
Heathcliff: Really?
Shino: Yeah. Trust me.
Heathcliff: ............
All right.
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Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6
Chapter 5: Secrets and Trust
5.1 At the End of the Inspection Tour
5.2 A Warm Connection
5.3 In Order to Build Trust
5.4 Words of an Echoing Resolution
5.5 Enveloped in a Smile
5.6 What His Determination Brought Forward
5.7 Building Blocks of Trust
5.8 Inside the Envelope
5.9 A New Lead
5.10 A Witness to That Day
5.1 At the End of the Inspection Tour
After completing a summary inspection of the magic headquarters, Mister Vincent announces his intention to return to the castle without stopping for a break.
It appears that Mister Drummond, Mister Cock Robin, and the army of soldiers will escort Mister Vincent on his way back.
None of the wizards show up to see him off.
But I can feel them hovering a distance away: the weight of their watchful gazes falling on an object that caught their interest.......
Like cats prowling a midnight parking lot and impassively waiting for an intruder in their midst to leave.
Akira: Well then, please take care on your way back.
Mister Vincent turns around.
Vincent: I recalled a matter of importance. Allow me to ask you this question.
Akira: Yes, what is it?
I mean to answer with an obliging smile, no matter what Mister Vincent asks of me.
Because I want us to be closer. Today might be a momentous occasion: one that will come to mark how humans and wizards finally came together in understanding.
There isn’t a trace of malice or repulsion in Mister Vincent’s gaze. He poses his inquiry with a courteous and impersonal tone.
Vincent: It concerns Oz.
I previously witnessed Oz falling asleep right before my eyes when he attempted to use magic.
He kept falling asleep the moment he did as much as draw on his magic. What exactly happened to him back then? Was that an exceptional situation? Or is this a regular occurrence?
In other words......I wish for you to answer me this: are there certain conditions that prohibit Oz from using his magic?
The trees rustle and murmur as a breeze sweeps through them.
Shaken, I stand frozen to the spot with a smile plastered on my face.
What he asked concerns Oz’s greatest weakness.
In the battle with the < Great Catastrophe >, Oz was afflicted with a strange injury which causes him to fall asleep whenever he tries to use his magic at night.
Once night falls, the strongest wizard in the world could be finished off by a mere human.
Should I really tell Mister Vincent about Oz? I can’t make a decision like that on the spur of the moment.
Akira: ............
My split second of indecision does not escape Mister Vincent’s notice.
His gaze, previously so courteous and frank, colors with displeasure and suspicion.
Vincent: ......What is the matter? You can’t answer my question?
Akira: .......Um.......
Vincent: Very well, let me ask you another one!
There’s a hard edge in Mister Vincent’s voice. I jerk back as if I was slapped.
Vincent: My next question concerns Cain Knightley. There’s been rumors circulating about Cain amongst the soldiers in the city — that there’s something wrong with his eyes lately.
I heard that he often fails to look people in the eye. Do you know anything about this, Sir Sage?
That’s Cain’s injury: he currently can’t see anyone until he touches them.
It’s a weakness that could prove fatal for him. Even more so since he is tasked with guarding and protecting Arthur.
If this information is leaked to assassins hoping to approach Arthur, there would be nothing to stop them from attacking Cain to get to Arthur.
I lapse into silence once again, feeding Mister Vincent’s growing suspicion.
Vincent: Sir Sage!
Akira: ..............
Vincent: ......Is that your answer? Very well. I see you have no intention of divulging the secrets of the wizard headquarters.
Mister Vincent lets out a dry chuckle. Disappointment and fury are clearly etched across his face.
Vincent: You demand that we place our trust in wizards, yet this is the answer we receive from you.
Drummond: Lord Vincent......
Vincent: Wizards can accomplish all manner of things with mysterious powers, from reading unsealed letters, to flying through the sky, to stealing in through windows — wizards can kill without even lifting a single finger.
Even our strongest troops fare no better than newborns when faced against wizards. We are subjected to constant terror.
And yet, you people make no concession in exposing your own weaknesses. How is that fair?
Aren’t you the ones who don’t trust us?! And yet you dare demand that we try to understand you and compromise with you?
I have never heard of such unequal standards!
Akira: ..............!
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5.2 A Warm Connection
My heart constricts at Mister Vincent’s raised voice.
What he says is right.
I’ve angered him, even though he went through the trouble of trying to get closer to us today. I’m shaken with grief and misery.
Akira: (Should I just tell him the truth...? Maybe some good can still come out of this......)
That same thought cycles through my mind several times. Because I really wanted to forge a warm bond with him.
But I can’t bring myself to spill such important information about the wizards’ lives without their consent — not when they’ve opened their hearts to me.
Why can’t I bring myself to tell him? I want to work toward a world where humans and wizards can live together in harmony. That’s what I truly believed.
Still disoriented, I try to listen to what my heart is telling me.
Akira: (I...... I still don’t trust Mister Vincent.)
I thought I wanted to trust him, but I simply haven’t yet come to fully put my faith in him.
No matter how much I try to dress up my feelings, that’s the reality of the situation.
Mister Vincent glares bitterly at me: he probably feels the same way.
Even if I hand him the information he’s demanding about Oz and Cain right now, he won’t trust us wholeheartedly.
Our window of opportunity to forge a bond of trust — those brief few seconds of time — has now evaporated.
What a truly difficult thing it is to trust in each other.
I can’t believe my own simple-mindedness in laughing and treating such an arduous task as if it were a mere walk in the park......
Akira: .......I apologize, Mister Vincent. I cannot tell you. I’m truly sorry......
Vincent: Hmph....... So you acknowledge your own faithlessness. You’re simply a hypocrite who has become intoxicated with the wizards’ flattery and adulation.
Akira: ............
Drummond: Lord Drummond...... Surely the Sage does not deserve such words......
Vincent: Silence, Drummond. Sage. I understand where you stand now. So let me return this to you.
Mister Vincent thrusts something in front of my eyes.
It’s the cravat Chloe made.
I feel myself losing hope as I recall Chloe being moved to tears.
Akira: Mister Vincent....... This is Chloe’s gift to you.
Even if you don’t trust me, Chloe is......
Vincent: There’s every possibility that he meant to inflict me with a deadly curse. As long as you don’t trust us, surely you do not expect me to extend the same trust to wizards.
Take it, Sage. If you do not, I will cast it to the ground. If you do not wish for that to happen, I advise you accept this immediately!
The cravat sways before my eyes. My face crumples with remorse — towards Chloe, and at my own sense of helplessness.
Akira: (I’m sorry, Chloe......)
I extend my right hand, trembling. At that moment......
Another hand reaches out beyond mine, taking hold of Chloe’s cravat and cupping it.
And then pressing it back against Mister Vincent.
The hand belongs to Arthur.
Arthur: ............
Akira: Arthur......
Arthur flashes me a sweetly reassuring smile.
But his eyes shimmer with pain at the sight of my pathetic, crumpled expression.
He gazes directly at Mister Vincent, his blue eyes reflecting sadness and bewilderment.
Arthur: Uncle. Chloe is not the kind of person who would conceal curses in his gifts.
He is an ambitious and outstanding tailor. This cravat does not bear any sort of curse.
Arthur’s voice resonates among the chirping of birds. Before I realize it, the wizards have started to reveal themselves here and there.
Gathered in the courtyard, by the windowsill, on the roof, behind pillars — they stand quietly, watching over the situation.
Mister Vincent furrows his brows as he moves to brush off Arthur’s hand and the cravat.
Vincent: And why would I believe in a wizard’s words!
The moment he shoves the cravat back at Arthur, I hear a sharp intake of breath.
It comes from Chloe.
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5.3 In Order to Build Trust
With Rustica by his side, Chloe stands by the windowsill and peers anxiously in our direction.
Arthur must have caught sight of him too: he looks slightly agitated.
He doesn’t want the cravat to fall to the ground before Chloe’s eyes.
Undeterred, Mister Vincent draws closer.
Vincent: There is no assurance for the actions of people like you, who can manipulate mysterious powers. There is no proof that you are truly even Arthur.
All of you wizards might have concocted some scheme, and shown me nothing but illusions all day. What grounds do you have to ask that I trust in wizards!?
Mister Vincent makes a motion to shake off Arthur’s fingers.
The cravat sways and slips towards the ground. Arthur’s eyes are blown wide in dismay, and his mouth opens with a cry.
It takes me a second to realize the sheer gravity of the words he then proclaims.
Arthur: I promise.
Wizards don’t make promises. Because once they break a promise, they lose their magic.
Stunned, I forget to breathe.
Heavy winds howl violently, as rolling clouds start to darken the sky.
Arthur’s earnest blue eyes gaze up at Mister Vincent.
Arthur: I’m sure you know this, Uncle. If a wizard breaks a promise, they will lose their magic.
I promise you. Chloe will not cast any curses on you. That cravat is simply a sign of friendship.
Please trust me.
Vincent: .............
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Cain: ..............! Arthur made a promise........
Riquet: .............!
(Running footsteps)
Cain: Where are you going, Riquet!
Riquet: I need to be by Prince Arthur’s side.......!
Cain: Stop. If we rush in now, everything Arthur just did would become meaningless!
Arthur’s trying to build a bridge of trust with Prince Vincent — he’s doing this for us.
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Chloe: .......Arthur........!
What do I do!? It’s all my fault....... What should we do!?
Rustica: Chloe....... Don’t blame yourself. It’s not because of you; he did it for all of us.
Shylock: What a remarkable act of courage. He did it for us — for every wizard — and for the sake of our relationship with the Central Country government.
Murr: What comes next? Speculation and tension are bountiful.
With a single misstep, this game of cards will turn heaven into hell and back again.
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Shino & Heathcliff: Ah.....!
...........
Faust: .....That idiot......
Nero: What are you gonna do, Mister Faust? Are you heading over there?
Faust: ....If Oz doesn’t show up...... I can’t let a child and the Sage bear the full brunt of this.
Nero: I get it, but intimidating him is just gonna do the exact opposite of what you want! Do you even know how to bargain or mediate.....!?
(Thunder)
Faust: .........
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Oz: ...............!
Snow: Oz!
White: Oz, you must endure this! We can’t afford the aftermath of what will befall Vincent if you show yourself right now!
Snow: You have to calm your heart! You must not, by any means, unintentionally burn him to death with lightning!
Oz: ..............
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Mithra: .......What in the world is he thinking........
Bradley: Ahaha! That fool’s got some guts.
But I don’t hate that.
Owen: ...............
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Rutile: ....Prince Arthur.....
Mitile: Was that a promise? Does that count as a promise?
Lennox: .....Yes.....
Mitile: No way.....
Figaro: It’s all right, Mitile. Leno, take care of everyone, okay?
Lennox: Dr. Figaro....
Figaro: It’s going to rain. Take cover so you don’t get drenched.
(Thunder)
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5.4 Words of an Echoing Resolution
Arthur: ..............
Obscured by churning clouds, errant rays of sunlight cast passing shadows that fall across Mister Vincent and Arthur’s profiles.
(Rain)
The sky turns dark, and the sound of rain echoes all around us. A strong gust of wind ruffles both uncle and nephew’s identically colored hair.
Arthur: Today marks the first time I’ve ever made a promise. It might have been a spur of the moment action, but I do not consider it a thoughtless or rash decision.
Uncle, thank you for carving out precious time for us wizards today. You graciously opened your heart and made an effort to meet us halfway.
If you felt like your overtures today were disrespected, you might never spare us a second moment of your time or a fraction of your heart ever again.
That’s why I worked up my courage.
Vincent: ...............
Arthur: For the future of humans and wizards, I make this promise to you at the risk of losing my magic.
Nevertheless, it is not such a dangerous undertaking. Because all I need to do is trust Chloe.
Vincent: How are you certain you can trust him? Because you’re both wizards? He’s nothing more than a dressmaker from the West.
Arthur gives a carefree laugh.
Arthur: My trust is born from the time that we’ve spent together. We’ve shared many stories, and I’ve seen all sorts of faces from him — not to mention how many of Chloe’s creations I’ve worn.
Thus, I can promise you.
Vincent: ................
Arthur looks up at Mister Vincent, quiet conviction burning in his gaze.
I glance up at the window to see Chloe covering his face with both hands as Rustica embraces his shoulders. My heart grows warm at that sight.
Looking defeated, Mister Vincent shakes his head with bitter frustration.
He slowly lowers his hand and carefully tucks the cravat back into his pocket.
Vincent: ........ If you will go to such lengths to vouch for him, then I shall accept this gift.
Arthur: .......Thank you, Uncle........
(Clap of thunder, sky grows darker)
As deafening claps of thunder ring out, the rain grows stronger.
In no time at all, the courtyard is swallowed by gray skies. Arthur makes a motion to stop the soldiers who run towards us with opened umbrellas.
Arthur: << Pernoctant Nixzo >>
Arthur gently chants his spell, and a faint light envelops me, Mister Vincent, and the soldiers.
The rain bounces off me before it can even touch my clothes; it’s as if I’m wearing an invisible coat.
I feel like I’m being protected by a glowing cocoon.
Arthur: Thank you for gracing us with your presence today, Uncle.
His eyes lowered, Mister Vincent nods a few times before raising his face.
Vincent: .......Arthur. I read your proposal for handling the mysterious incidents around the world.
Arthur: My suggestion for an investigative unit...... So you’ve read the proposal. What do you think of it?
Vincent: I understand your wish for the Sage’s wizards to focus their attention on preparing for the battle against the < Great Catastrophe >.
But I cannot allow wizards to partake in Central Country’s officially recognized organizations. The investigative unit shall be formed with only humans.
Arthur: But it would be too dangerous for them.......
Vincent: You can’t guarantee that wizards would not threaten humans. I cannot appoint people as government officials when I am unable to assess the potential threat they may pose.
I’m doing this to protect our people. There are wizards, like the one named Nova, who wish for the destruction of our country and the very world we live in.
Arthur: I heard that Nova was evenly matched against the Northern wizard Mithra. He is not an opponent that humans can handle on their own.
Vincent: I will fortify the Magical Technology Corps. Western Country’s magical science technology is growing more and more advanced by the day. Eventually, a time will come when a country’s sovereign can manipulate the weather.
Arthur: "Eventually" won’t come fast enough. We should gather all wizards with verifiable backgrounds right away, and position them within organizations to be mobilized in the case of emergency......
Vincent: I’m saying this one more time. I will not acknowledge the formation of a wizard-exclusive investigative unit.
Wizards cannot work in groups. They rely solely on their mysterious powers, and do not know how to cooperate with each other.
Figaro: We do know how.
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5.5 Enveloped in a Smile
I look up at his calm and gentle voice.
Amidst the silvery sheet of falling rain, Figaro silently approaches us with a soft smile on his face.
The moment his gaze turns upon us, both Arthur and I release sighs of relief.
I relax, letting the tension seep from my stiff and petrified posture even as my eyes chase after Figaro’s profile.
Figaro: Thank you for your time today. May I re-introduce myself? I’m the Southern wizard Figaro.
Figaro extends his arm and shakes Mister Vincent’s hand.
Vincent: ...I remember who you are.
Figaro: It’s an honor.
You see, I just remembered that I hadn’t informed you about how the Southern wizards and a number of other volunteer wizards worked to restore the Central capital.
Vincent: ...Is this true?
Drummond: Indeed. They removed the rubble and repaired the building walls.....
Figaro: With no compensation.
Drummond: Indeed, with no compensation.
Vincent: ....... We’ll put forth a reward.....
Figaro: No, no. Please don’t worry about it. We need to work together during times of need. That’s how we handle things in Southern Country.
The citizens of Central were all incredibly kind to us while we worked to restore the capital.
The merchants’ guild, the patrol units, the nobles who offered donations to help us with reconstruction, the young journalist who was fascinated with our magic.....
There was even someone who offered us an empty home as a sign of their gratitude. "Feel free to use it next time you come to visit the capital," they said.
The citizens of Central country are all so cheerful, honest, and hardworking — and very kind.
Vincent: I see.... I thank you for your contributions.
Figaro’s flattery and friendly smile lighten Mister Vincent’s mood.
Figaro acts humble; he ducks his head and laughs with his brows downturned.
Figaro: Wizards prefer to act alone. I do not blame you for your suspicions, Prince Vincent....
But there are wizards who love the spirit of cooperation as well. And that is why I’d like to help clear up some misunderstandings.....
By making use of the house we were offered — and turning it into a house of cultural exchange between wizards and humans.
How does that sound?
Vincent: .....A house of cultural exchange with wizards.....
Figaro: Yes; you mentioned earlier that you might be willing to appoint us to welfare activities.
Could you kindly offer us a chance to restore our reputation?
Mister Vincent gazes at Figaro, trying to read his true intentions.
Figaro’s smile is perfect. And it makes me think about two things:
First, when he said he would make me his puppet.
And then Mithra’s words: that the life is spilling out of Figaro’s body.
Vincent: ....All right. You may enquire with Drummond about the details.
Figaro: Ah, Prince.... I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
In the split second that his face breaks out into a delighted smile, Figaro inconspicuously narrows his eyes filled with frigid and domineering ambition.
Figaro turns around to offer Arthur a reverent bow.
Figaro: Prince Arthur. If we can achieve considerable success at this wizards’ house in the capital....
I’m certain your plan concerning the investigation unit will be given further consideration.
Arthur looks at Figaro and nods solemnly; he seems to have caught on to Figaro’s intentions.
It’s difficult to gain complete trust with a single encounter. We need to build it up, one small accomplishment at a time.
If Figaro’s plan concerning the wizards’ house in the capital succeeds, the magical investigation unit might come to fruition as well.
Arthur: You’re right, Sir Figaro..... My uncle, I shall offer you a renewed proposal in the future. Thank you for your consideration.
Vincent: ....All right.
Mister Vincent doesn’t snap at him with something like, "enough with your selfish plans"; instead, he reluctantly nods.
As a public figure who must live up to his fair and tolerant reputation, it must be difficult to retort to Figaro’s words.
In the event that the wizards and the people of the capital do come to trust each other, he will probably have trouble justifying why he would reject a renewed proposal for the investigation unit.
I gaze at Figaro’s cool expression with quiet admiration. His clever political machinations and rhetoric clearly stem from his wisdom gained with age.
Vincent: Bring me the document.
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5.6 What His Determination Brought Forward
At Mister Vincent’s summons, one of his aides brings him a sealed letter.
He takes the letter and holds it out towards Arthur.
Arthur: This is........
Vincent: It’s what you requested. I was considering whether or not to hand it to you based on the outcome of today’s investigation. We could have handled the matter ourselves.
Here, it’s the investigative report detailing the magic circles left behind in the Lunar Eclipse Palace, as well as information on the wizard named Nova.
Arthur looks up with a start. Figaro’s eyes, too, widen imperceptibly.
Mister Vincent lowers his voice, his expression wary and cautious.
Vincent: .......As you predicted, similar magic circles have been discovered both within and beyond our borders. However, the only reports we’ve received concerning them have been unintelligible.
Arthur: Unintelligible reports......Have there been many casualties connected to the < Great Catastrophe >?
Figaro: Perhaps it’s like what happened with Sir Nicholas: where several of the pertinent individuals were deeply involved with political hubs, so they had no choice but to cover up the specifics.
Mister Vincent looks at Figaro, his gaze full of alarm.
Figaro puts his finger to his lips and responds with sincerity.
Figaro: Not to fear. I haven’t mentioned this to anyone.
Vincent: .......Do not speak of this to anyone else.
Arthur: Are there any clues regarding the wizard Nova.......
Vincent: We have yet to come across a single clue.
Arthur and Figaro share a loaded glance between the two of them.
Vincent: Arthur, consider this my advice to you: do not act rashly. If you interfere in another country’s affairs, be sure to report each and every single instance to me at the very least.
In particular, make sure you refrain from anything that could be misinterpreted as a hostile act against Western Country.
Arthur fixes his huge eyes on Mister Vincent unblinkingly.
Flinching, Mister Vincent averts his gaze.
Arthur: Thank you, Uncle. This will prove to be a useful lead in our preparations for the battle against the < Great Catastrophe >.
Vincent: I’m returning to the castle. Please be careful and act with discretion.
Arthur suddenly breaks into a smile. He looks up at Mister Vincent, mischief dancing in his upturned eyes.
Arthur: That might be difficult for a wizard who makes promises.
Vincent: Arthur.
Arthur: I will act accordingly.
And so, Mister Drummond and the others take their leave of the wizard headquarters.
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Arthur: Sir Sage, Sir Figaro. I’m sorry for worrying both of you.
I thought Figaro would simply say, "Oh no, don’t worry about it."
But instead, he grabs Arthur’s shoulders and lifelessly hangs his head before letting out a long, exhausted sigh.
Figaro: ....You really surprised me there.... Goodness, will you take a look at this storm? You’re going to end the world before the next < Great Catastrophe > even has a chance to come around.
Figaro peers into Arthur’s face, his brows downturned.
Figaro: He told you not to make promises, right?
Arthur tucks in his chin like a scolded child. But he immediately looks back at Figaro, determined.
Arthur: I apologize. But I believe it was the right thing to do in that moment.
Figaro: You should leave that kind of political nonsense to the elderly wizards. Your life has only just begun.
Arthur: I’m already seventeen years old.
Figaro: What are you saying? You’re only seventeen years old.
Figaro pats the back of Arthur’s round head with a wry smile. Then he turns to look at me.
He bends down to meet my gaze and smiles, expressing his gratitude.
Figaro: I’m sorry, Sir Sage. We caused you a lot of trouble, leaving you on your own with that exchange.
Akira: No... I’m sorry. I couldn’t find the right words to respond to Mister Vincent, and ended up making him mad....
Figaro: There was no way out of that one. We simply don’t know each other well enough to open up to him like that. On the contrary, it solidified my trust in you, Sir Sage.
Akira: ....Really?
Figaro: Yes. Because I would feel uneasy dealing with a boy who would easily hand over such important information.
Thank you for protecting our secrets for us. You must’ve been terrified when he screamed at you.
Figaro smiles and cups my cheek with one hand.
The warmth of his fingertips make me blush with embarrassment. At the same time, I feel myself tearing up.
Because I was so worried that I must’ve done the wrong thing — I was so happy to hear his words of support.
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5.7 Building Blocks of Trust
Akira: ......I was a little scared. But I’m okay now.
Figaro: Thank goodness.
Figaro’s gaze is adoring, as if he’s cherishing a favorite child. It warms my heart.
But I have a sudden realization.
If I had made the opposite decision, I would have lost his trust.
Even if I still cherished the wizards every bit as much as I do now, if I had spoken of Oz and Cain’s secrets.......
I would have lost Figaro’s trust, and earned only his contempt. Not just Figaro, but all the other wizards too.
A chill runs down my spine at the mere possibility.
I’m glad I didn’t make the wrong call. But is this thing we call trust entirely dependent on a favorable outcome?
Betrayal, separation, lies, injustice.
No matter how deeply I love something or try to protect it, do I have no choice but to lose it all in the event I make a single wrong decision?
Even if I construct a towering monument from individual building blocks of trust, will it come tumbling down with a single misplaced tile?
(Running footsteps)
Chloe: Arthur.......!
I glance up in surprise at Chloe’s voice.
A tear-streaked Chloe runs towards us, with Rustica close by his side. The other wizards start appearing around us too.
Chloe: Arthur, I’m so sorry...... It’s all my fault.......
Akira: No, Chloe. It’s my fault......
Arthur: Neither of you have anything to apologize for. I have to thank both of you for your help.
Arthur turns a sunny smile on us as Chloe and I stumble over our apologies.
However, his expression turns to startled alarm.
Oz: Arthur.
Oz’s voice. I almost scream upon turning around.
Because Oz is wearing the most unbelievably terrifying expression. If he looked like that the first time we met, I would have collapsed onto my knees out of sheer fright.
Even Arthur, who usually reveres Oz as his kind teacher, looks frightened.
Arthur: S-Sir Oz......
Snow: Oz, calm down.
White: It won’t do for you to be short-tempered.
Oz: Silence.
Oz’s voice is pitched so low it might as well have erupted from the bowels of the underground; at that, the twins cling to each other and soar into the sky.
Oz: Arthur. I expressly told you to never make promises.
Arthur: I know. But I could not find another way to return the sincerity that my uncle showed us.
Anyone would be hurt to encounter suspicion and rejection after they’ve made the effort to compromise.
Oz: If you break your promise, you lose your magic. How could you make such a reckless decision.......
Arthur: I do regret acting against your teachings, Sir Oz, but I do not consider my actions to be reckless.
It is a decision I make for the future of humans and wizards. I’ve done my best in the only way I know how.
I can assure you I did not choose my course of action lightly.
Arthur explains himself, his chest puffed out. Oz seems to be at a loss for words, even as his expression remains fearsome.
I understand how Oz feels. While I want to praise Arthur’s indomitable spirit, I don’t wish for him to endanger himself.
After a long silence, Oz raises his staff.
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
Arthur: ................!
In an instant, both Oz and Arthur disappear from our midst.
In Arthur’s place, only the investigative report that he received from Mister Vincent remains.
Akira: Arthur, Oz.......
Figaro: He’s just off to lecture him in his room. He probably realized it would take a while and decided to do it elsewhere.
Snow: Knowing Oz, it’ll probably take a good while to figure out the right words with which to scold him....
Shylock: I do pray he won’t scold him too harshly.
Shylock appears, blowing a whiff of smoke from his pipe. Murr is right by his side.
There’s a hint of fond affection hiding within his calm, alluring gaze.
Shylock: After all, Prince Arthur created this opportunity for us.
He paved a path between Chloe and Prince Vincent — a path that was on the brink of collapse due to our misunderstandings.
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5.8 Inside the Envelope
Chloe: Arthur protected me... He said he trusted me.
I would feel terrible if Sir Oz got mad at him because of me.....
Murr: Oz’s thunder is thunderous, after all! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rustica: Sir Oz truly treasures Prince Arthur. He won’t reprimand him so horribly.
(Thunder)
Rustica: Hopefully.
I survey the area among the booming thunder. That’s when I catch sight of Faust, who looks like he’s just about to retreat from the scene.
Akira: Faust. Did you come all the way here because you were worried?
Faust stops in his tracks, pulls his hat down to cover his eyes, and shakes his head.
Faust: I did not.
Akira: But.....
Faust: I just happened to be passing by.
Figaro: Right where the Central soldiers were lined up en masse?
Faust: It’s part of my daily stroll.
Figaro picks up the investigative report while laughing at Faust’s sheer stubbornness.
That’s when a shadow swoops in, descending from the sky.
It’s Bradley. He cozies up next to Figaro and leans his arm on his shoulder.
Figaro and Faust are both surprised at Bradley’s buddy-buddy attitude, but he pays them no heed.
Bradley: Read it. It’s got some critical info, right?
Figaro: But it’s for Arthur.
Bradley: Not like it changes anything if we read it.
Figaro: I guess that’s true....
Faust: Hey, wait. Are you really going to read it without his permission?
And with that brief exchange, Figaro opens the report and the three of them take a thorough peek.
I can’t read what it says, but I take a peek too.
It looks like the envelope contains dozens of letters and a map.
Figaro: So these are the spots where they found magic circles, identical to the one in the Lunar Eclipse Palace....
Bradley: They’re all over the continent. Hey, look, a familiar name from our last vacation..
Faust: ....Where?
Figaro: Don’t act like you’re not reading it yourself.
Faust: Shut up.
Rustica snoops in as they bicker.
Rustica: Borda Island.
Faust: Borda Island... You’re right.....
Rustica: "Several sacrifices and an identical magic circle to the one in the Lunar Eclipse Palace were discovered in a cave on Borda Island."
That’s what it says right here.
Akira: Borda Island..... But it was such a lovely place....
Figaro: Looks like it took them a while to uncover it because the < Great Catastrophe > caused the cave to collapse in on itself.
Rustica: Pardon my sudden intrusion upon your conversation; my interest was piqued by the familiar name.
Bradley: No problem. Any information about Nova?
Figaro: Vincent said there was none. But I wouldn’t be surprised if he just failed to take note of it.
It’s hard to catch wind of a wizard. But once you know their tricks and turns, it’s easy to search them out.
Faust: And what are these tricks and turns?
Figaro glances at Faust, and then looks up into the air.
Figaro: An indomitable spirit?
Bradley: Not a bad start, but what you’re looking for is obviously their magic inclinations. Like if they’ve got a unique magic tool, it’s easy.
Rustica: Like your rifle?
Bradley: Yeah. Hey, Mister Groom, you’ve traveled the world, right?
Rustica: That’s right.
Bradley: Have you heard anything about Nova?
Rustica: I’m not sure. You met him in person, right? What kind of man was he?
Bradley: I’m sick of interrogations. The twins and this guy right here peppered me with questions left and right.
Figaro: He had long white hair and red eyes. There’s a wound on his left eye, and his right eye is probably artificial.
Rustica: A wound and an artificial eye.... I wonder if he was hurt in an accident. The poor thing....
Bradley: Considering the amount of magic the guy has, he’s making an active choice to leave those wounds on his body. You could call it his personal taste.
Figaro: Like your taste?
Bradley: Yeah. Just like the curseworker’s, too.
Faust: I’ll have you leave me out of this. If he disguised himself as Mithra, isn’t he someone Mithra knows?
Bradley: Mithra’s a forgetful man, but he wouldn’t forget a wizard stronger than him.
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5.9 A New Lead
Rustica: Anything else about this wizard Nova?
Bradley: I told you I’m sick of being interrogated.
Rustica: You don’t have to give me any information on his identifiable traits or anything. I just want to know what you think of him.
Bradley: ..........
Bradley falls silent, his hand pressed against his chin.
After a while, he murmurs.
Bradley: ....It was weird. I couldn’t pick out the presence of any one country’s spirits from his magic. But at the same time, it was like all the countries’ spirits were there.
Faust: So we can’t even pinpoint the origin of the spirits he commands... He must be deliberately trying to conceal his tracks.
Bradley: That’s right. Or....
Bradley glances at me.
But before he can continue, we hear Cain’s voice from the magic headquarters. Cain breezily walks up to us and asks a question.
Cain: Hey, is there any information on Nicholas? Nova’s the guy who got in with Nicholas and taught him how to make that magic circle.
That’s why I asked them to investigate whatever was going on around Nicholas on top of searching out similar magic circles around the world.
Is there anything in there pertaining to him?
Figaro: Nicholas.... Nicholas.... There we go. There’s an appendix on him.
Bradley: He lost to a boy soldier from a provincial town in a swordfight before the lord. He took responsibility for his loss by resigning from his post. This you?
Cain: ....Yeah. He said the other countries would look down on us if they discovered the leader of the knights had lost to a mere commoner.
Bradley: Huh.
Cain: What about it?
Bradley: Nothing. Following that, he conducted inspections of Western Country over the course of several years to acquire knowledge about magical technology....
Faust: When did he return to Central Country?
Figaro: Just before the fight against the < Great Catastrophe >.
Rustica: Ah....
Figaro: What is it?
Rustica: It says here that Nicholas met in secret with a white-haired madam on multiple occasions.
Near the... Headquarters of the Magical Technology Corps in Western Country.
Figaro: Oh, you’re right... I wonder if it was Nova in disguise? Or maybe they just know each other?
Cain. Do you know if Nicholas knew any white-haired women? Like, did he have a sister? Or a lover?
Cain: I have no clue... Nicholas was popular, after all. He did command the Order of Knights.
Bradley: Can’t say that’s not convincing coming from you, hotstuff.
Rustica: I might not command the Order of the Knights, but people call me hot all the time too.
Figaro: Me too. I might not look it, but I used to be really.....
Faust: Is there any more information about the woman?
Figaro: Adams.... It looks like she was investigating Adams Island.
Akira: Adams Island?
That’s an unfamiliar name.
A cheery voice from above answers my question.
Murr comes spinning through the air, his body suspended upside down.
The rain has passed; the dull sky now glitters like scales on a fish.
Murr: It’s an island right by Borda Island!
Akira: I see. Is it possible for us to go investigate Adams Island?
Murr: Nope! Because it’s underwater!
Akira: Underwater? But why....
Murr breaks out into a full-faced smile, his eyes gleaming like a cat’s. He extends his arm to introduce me to the "why."
His fingertips direct my gaze to Shylock.
Murr: Because somebody became infatuated with a terrible man!
Shylock giggles, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. He responds with a secretive, mischievous whisper.
Shylock: Oh my. Don’t go sullying my reputation like that.
His red eyes are as bewitching as the exquisite corals that lie beneath the depths of the blue ocean, and just as out of reach.
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Heathcliff: ..... Prince Arthur was amazing......
He made a promise to protect Chloe’s dignity, just like that..... I wonder if I could ever be that courageous.
Shino: You don’t need to be. Don’t think about making promises with anyone.
Heathcliff: But.....
Shino: Arthur’s an idiot. And you know even less about the world than he does.
Heathcliff: Wh.....
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5.10 A Witness to That Day
Shino: There are countless guys out there you should never trust. Our master Jack, who forced us to make our promise — he was just one of them.
Master and Mistress have only ever wished for your happiness. Jack took advantage of their goodwill by pretending he was some great wizard so he could live a life of luxury.
And that’s how you were forced into making a promise with me. Real cunning idea, huh?
If we saw through his lies, all he had to do was turn one of us to stone: the other one of us would lose our magic.
And Jack would get away scot free. —But in the end, he was turned to stone fighting the < Great Catastrophe >.
Heathcliff: ....I know. I won’t cause you any more trouble, Shino.
Shino: Trouble?
Heathcliff: If I make another promise.... If I pile on any more handicaps, I’ll end up causing you trouble, right?
Shino: Well, yeah. So just steer clear of reckless behavior, okay?
Heathcliff: ........
Shino: .....Are you mad?
Heathcliff: .....I’m not angry.
Shino: I don’t want to rob you of your freedom, Heath. You should do whatever you want to do. But don’t go making promises.
....Unless.... You want to break a promise deliberately so you can lose your magic.
Heathcliff: .....Do not belittle me, Shino.
Shino: ..........
Heathcliff: Mr. Faust and Nero are putting their lives on the line in our battle against the < Great Catastrophe >.
As are my friends, Chloe and Rutile — and boys younger than us, Mitile and Riquet. Not a single one of them has even considered running away.
Though I may lack Prince Arthur’s courage and valor, I would never throw away my magic just to escape from the front lines.
Shino: .........
I apologize, and I humbly beg your pardon.
Heathcliff: Why are you laughing!
Shino: Heh. I was just thinking, that’s what I love about you.....
(Rustle)
Heathcliff: ......!
Shino: Heath, get down. There’s someone in the garden bushes.
Hey, you! If you value your life — show yourself right now!
Soldier: ....I-I’m sorry! I’m not up to anything suspicious!
Shino: A Central soldier.... What are you doing out here? Your friends are all on their way home.
Soldier: I was staring up at a wizard who was spinning through the air like a flying cat, and he asked me out of nowhere, "Do you want to go somewhere high?" and carried me to the top of a tree.....
Shino: Wow, tough luck. I’ll brush off those leaves for you. Bend down.
Soldier: Thanks. ....Ah.....
Shino: What?
Soldier: You’re the wizard who was fighting alongside General Cain on the castle bridge when the Umbra Volans attacked.....
Shino: You’ve got a good memory.
Soldier: I was watching you from inside the castle. I wanted to go help, but I had to guide the civilians to safety.....
Shino: And you fulfilled your duty. Hey, make sure you tell all your higher ups about my accomplishments.
Soldier: Will do. Hey, how’s that black beast doing? Is it your pet?
Shino: ........
Heathcliff: Black beast?
Soldier: Yes. The beautiful black panther.
Shino: What are you talking about? Why would I keep a pet like that?
Soldier: Huh? But you called it by the same name just now.
You called it Heath.....
Heathcliff: ..........
Shino: ...........
Heathcliff: That’s probably.... My name. I’m Heathcliff Blanchett.
Shino always calls me Heath.
Shino: ...........
Soldier: Heathcliff... Lord Heathcliff Blanchett!
I apologize for my discourtesy — my ignorance is no excuse! I cannot believe I suggested such a noble name belonged to a beast....
Heathcliff: No, no, do not worry about it.
Soldier: ....I’m truly sorry! Let me atone for my impertinence another day! I swear I will....
Heathcliff: Take care on your way home.
Shino: Don’t get lost.
(Footsteps)
Heathcliff: .....Shino. What’s this about a black beast?
Shino: Who could say.
Heathcliff: You can’t just brush it off like that.
Shino: He must’ve mistaken me for a beast. I’ve got black hair, after all.
Heathcliff: ............
Shino: I’m the black beast. Let’s go, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff: Are you lying?
Shino: I’m not. And what if I am?
Heathcliff: I wouldn’t be able to trust you anymore, Shino.
Shino: ...........
Heathcliff: .......Because you always refuse to tell me the things that are most important. That’s not what it means to be friends.
Shino: I do tell you. It’ll be fine.
Heathcliff: Really?
Shino: Yeah. Trust me.
Heathcliff: ............
All right.
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