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Main Story 2 | Chapter 7 | A Valuable Role
MahoYaku Masterpost & Translator's Notes
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Chapter 7: A Valuable Role
7.1 The Talented Conductors
7.2 The Conductor’s Role
7.3 Their Answers
7.4 A Prayer for Eternal Immutability and Hope for the Potential to Change
7.5 A Conflicted Answer
7.6 Give Us Worth
7.7 The Whereabouts of Authority
7.8 A What-If Simulation
7.9 The Five Journal-Keepers
7.10 From the Twins to the Sage
7.1 The Talented Conductors
Since arriving in this world, I’ve met wizards of various temperaments and values.
It wasn’t long before I came to love all of them, with their free and spontaneous natures.
But that’s why I’m conflicted. Even if I justify it as a means to win against the < Great Catastrophe > and protect everyone’s lives......
By forcing them to cooperate with each other, would that result in erasing their individuality?
I love how free and unconstrained they are: wouldn’t I end up changing the shape of their souls?
I can’t stand the thought of that. I want them to live freely. I don’t want to hurt them or take away their freedom.
But unless they all cooperate, we might not win against the < Great Catastrophe >.
And if the world comes to an end, there would be no point in thinking about protecting my beloved friends or their individuality.
In that case, it might be wiser to set their individuality aside for now, and force cooperation down their throats.......
After all, it would be for their own good.
Akira: (But is that true?)
(Even though they treasure their hearts over their lives?)
What’s the right thing to do? What should I prioritize?
I’m at a loss for an answer, until Rustica’s words shine through like a guiding ray of salvation.
✦✧☾✧✦
In a symphony, each instrument plays its own melody without sacrificing its distinctiveness.
A skilled conductor weaves each different timbre harmoniously together into a beautiful piece of music, without losing any of their individual brilliance.
✦✧☾✧✦
I prepared five new volumes of the Sage’s manual, and gathered the candidates Rustica proposed as suitable conductors.
Cain, representing Central Country. Bradley, for Northern Country. Faust, for Eastern Country.
Figaro, for Southern Country. And lastly, Rustica, for Western Country.
I explain the situation to them without holding back.
Akira: So far, I’ve been asking all of you to handle the mysterious incidents happening around the world that were triggered by the < Great Catastrophe >.
Now, I’d like to ask each country to carry out separate investigations, using the clues we have to track down the wizard named Nova.
We don’t know what Nova is after, but we do know that he is connected to Nicholas, who tried to summon the < Great Catastrophe >.
The investigation reports we’ve received mention evidence of summoning ceremonies in various locations across the different countries.
It’s possible that Nova has allies all over the world.
Cain: Unraveling the mystery of Nova’s identity could prove dangerous unless we know who he’s working with......
We could be ambushed by enemies we never saw coming.
Akira: Exactly. I heard that Nicholas only worked for Nova because he said he could make Nicholas a wizard.
People who want to become wizards...... There might be others who Nova tricked into joining his cause with the same lie.
Rustica: We can’t rule his offer out as a lie. After all, the < Great Catastrophe > has never been summoned into the world.
It may very well turn every single soul into a wizard the moment it makes contact.
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7.2 The Conductor’s Role
Bradley: There’s way too much at risk to just try it out and see what happens. Crashing up against the < Great Catastrophe > could destroy the world entirely.
Figaro: There are plenty of seductive tales you could tell to convince people to open the forbidden doors of this world. "You can meet the dead," "We’ll take you to a whole new world,"....
There may be many like Nicholas, who never intended to cooperate with the forces trying to end the world.
Sir Sage is right: we don’t know who’s on Nova’s side. Let’s be on our guard no matter which country we’re in.
Akira: Please do. There’s one more thing I’d like to bring to your attention: apparently Nova is a really powerful wizard.
According to Mithra, even a wizard like himself might not—......
I catch myself before the words "might not have won against Nova" tumble out, sparing Mithra’s reputation. After all, he didn’t say that he couldn’t win.
Akira: Um, anyway, Mithra said he was a formidable opponent. He didn’t rule out the possibility of Nova being as strong as Oz when I asked him about it either.
That’s why I wanted to ask you, Bradley. You met him too, right?
Bradley: Yeah.
Akira: In the event everyone at the magic headquarters has to fight Nova...... I want to hear your opinion, Bradley.
Bradley considers briefly, before pointing his thumb at himself and then Figaro.
Bradley: Out of the guys here? It’d be pretty close, but probably me and Figaro. And by that, I mean the two of us would just about make it out alive.
Rutile escaped without being turned to stone back then, but that’s probably because Nova was just toying around with him. If Nero were alone, he would’ve ended up dead.
Faust: No way.......
Figaro: We should’ve known of such a strong wizard if he really did exist. How old is he? Is he young?
Bradley: No idea.
Cain: Do you think Oz could take him down?
Bradley: ............
Figaro: Hey, no way, surely he’s not that strong?
Bradley: No way to tell. It’s not like I’ve seen Oz get serious. You really have to make me say it?
Figaro: Ah......
A furious vein stands out against Bradley’s forehead, while Figaro pulls a sympathetic face.
Faust: ......An opponent even Nero might not be able to escape, huh.
In that case, we should avoid acting on our own in situations where we might encounter Nova.
Faust voices the concerns in my heart.
Akira: That’s my request: I’m asking everyone to avoid being alone if they can......
I’d like for you to report and discuss with each other, to join forces and work together.
Every small measure counts in protecting everyone from danger.
At my speech, Cain nods gravely, and Rustica bows.
Cain: Got it.
Rustica: I understand.
Akira: Thank you. The less time any of you spends alone means a higher likelihood that you’re safe and out of danger.
But...... Some wizards don’t take well to working in groups. Because of that......
I’d like the five of you here to take on the role of conductors and direct the wizards of your respective countries.
Rustica taught me about the role a conductor plays in an orchestra.
How they coax the sounds of each and every instrument into a harmonious piece of music while retaining their respective timbres.
Rustica said all of you here could step into that role. ......I feel the same way.
So that we don’t lose anyone, and so that everyone can remain true to themselves while keeping the peace — I’m counting on each of you to be a conductor.
And so I don’t repeat any mistakes when the day comes for me to take on the same role......
I’d like you to report all the happenings around how you conducted or brought your group together.
I’ve prepared these sage’s manuals for that very purpose.
I hope you’ll allow me to ask this from all of you.
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7.3 Their Answers
I bow my head deeply. I’m aware of just how difficult and daunting my request must be.
To put it simply, I’m asking for them to act as leaders.
Wizards are individualistic and whimsical souls who hate being ordered around — there’s nothing more troublesome than trying to lead wizards.
A teacher’s role is to convey knowledge to inquisitive and eager students; there is comparatively little in the way of psychological burden for either party.
But a leader has to maneuver people into going places and doing things when they would prefer to stay put where they are.
They might receive fierce opposition, they might even be hated and shunned for their trouble.
Even Arthur, in his role mediating between wizards and humans, didn’t step up to the position because he wanted to be a leader.
Who would want to? In a world where a golden rule to make everyone happy remains elusive......
Who would choose to stand at the forefront, bearing the brunt of everyone’s complaints and unreasonable demands?
And no one would want the mantle of leadership in a world on the brink of destruction, where one misstep could lead to annihilation.
Given the choice, I’d much prefer to focus on my own concerns and leave the whole business of saving the world to someone else.
But unless someone does step up, the people I love might be swallowed up by the unfortunate future that lies on the horizon.
That’s what my heart tells me......
Akira: (But I can’t do it with my strength alone, so I’m counting on the five of them here. ......I feel terrible about it......)
I’m overwhelmed by guilt. I’m aware of how thankless and distasteful the role is, and yet I’m forcing it onto such capable friends.
I brace myself for a long stretch of weighty and uncomfortable silence.
To my surprise, Cain answers immediately.
Cain: Akira, you don’t have to act so stiff around us. I’m with you no matter what you ask of me. It makes me proud that you’d rely on me, you know?
Akira: Cain.......
My heart warms at the sight of Cain’s genuine smile.
I’ve been wracked with anxiety over whether they would accept my request: thanks to Cain’s prompt reply, relief washes over me.
Akira: Thank you, Cain.
Cain: I should be thanking you for thinking it over so seriously on our behalf.
Stepping forward, Cain takes one of the new sage’s manuals that I prepared.
Then, he sweeps into a bow before me. Behind him, Rustica and Figaro follow suit.
Rustica: It would be my honor to accept such an important role, Sir Sage.
I’ll take this Sage’s manual in your stead.
Akira: Thank you, Rustica.
Figaro: I’ll help out gladly. But you can’t read the letters of this world, right?
Akira: No, I can’t..... I’d appreciate if you could report to me verbally whenever you’re free.
Figaro: Sure thing. The more we talk face-to-face, the better.
Akira: Thank you, Figaro.
The three of them accept their respective sage manuals with ready smiles.
But there’s one person who stands frozen in place with a wry expression.
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7.4 A Prayer for Eternal Immutability and Hope for the Potential to Change
It’s Faust.
Faust: I.....
Knitting his eyebrows together, he answers in a hoarse, pained voice.
Faust: ...I can’t take this job.
For a second, I’m afraid I’ve angered him. But then I see his face, and realization hits.
Faust is strained and perplexed; he even looks apologetic.
Faust: I want to fulfill your request, Sage. I understand it’s a necessary plan to protect the children, too. And yet....
I don’t understand the hearts of others. If I could establish harmony — then I wouldn’t be who I am today.
There’s a reason he sounds so dejected: Faust’s former best friend nearly executed him, rupturing their relationship.
If Faust could have understood what he was thinking, that never would’ve come to pass — that’s what he's telling me.
I feel apologetic for making him say such a thing. At the same time, I’m frustrated.
Faust might be a gloomy shut-in with a brusque manner, but he’s always so kind to me and all the young wizards.
I don’t think he’s incapable of understanding the hearts of others.
But his best friend’s betrayal seems to have stolen any confidence Faust once had in dealing with others.
Akira: ...I think you’re well suited for the role, Faust. You’ve always managed to cheer me up.
Faust: Nero’s better at catching on to the wants and needs of others. Shouldn’t he take the job?
Rustica: I don’t think Nero is the right person for the role. For the same reason as Shylock.
The creases between Faust’s brows grow deeper and deeper until Rustica interrupts with a gentle tone.
Rustica: Because they loathe changing the shapes of others.
Faust: I don’t want to change anyone’s shape either.
I don’t want to force anyone to change; I don’t want anyone to force me to change. That’s why I lived alone, avoiding all human interaction.
Rustica: Please, don’t misunderstand: change does not mean misfortune.
Without the force of change, a sapling can never become a towering tree, and a young bird can never take to the skies.
We cannot change unless we believe in ourselves.
And you are someone who does not give up on others: you believe in their potential.
Even those who have lost all hope in themselves — those who cannot see a future because they cannot love themselves — if you tell them that they are wonderful....
Then they will believe that they, too, can accomplish something.
That is how nameless men become heroes. You ignite courage within the hearts of those who have given up on their ideal selves — so that tomorrow, they can change.
A prayer for eternal immutability; hope for the potential to change. Both are wonderful things.
Rustica’s words sweep through my heart like a spring breeze.
To believe in yourself as you are, without having to change.
To believe in your potential, so that you can become the beautiful person of your dreams.
Both are necessary.
You don’t have to change when you don’t want to. And when you do, you’ll know you can.
You can take control of when you transform your world.
There are many people in the magic headquarters who can guide you forward as you wish.
And that makes me incredibly happy.
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7.5 A Conflicted Answer
Faust: .....Even if you can make someone a hero, it’s meaningless if you can’t take responsibility for what’s been done.....
Faust laments, covering his face. Rustica gently smiles at him once more.
Rustica: Every little thing has meaning. Even the quietest sound will exert its influence on a musical piece.
Just as the butterfly’s fluttering wings shook the winds and brought forth a powerful storm....
The butterfly’s quiet flutter bringing forth a forceful storm....
At Rustica’s words, I recall the stories that wizards have told me about their lives.
A certain action taken a long, long time ago eventually rippled across the world....
And touched someone’s life. And transformed someone’s life.
Everything is connected. Be it a transformation seen through, or one that never came to be.
Even for the failed hero, for the leader who was never rewarded...
I want to believe that there’s a reason he’s standing here today.
Akira: Please, Faust. Please lend us your strength.
Faust: .........
For a good while, Faust gazes at the sage’s manual in my hands in complete silence.
The physical distance between us may be small.
But emotionally, I can sense four hundred and some years of discord boiling within him.
He fears losing the Eastern wizards the same way he lost his many comrades in war.
Faust looks conflicted. But he closes his eyes and reluctantly takes one step forward.
Faust: ....The children's lives are on the line. If there’s anything I can do to protect them, I want to give it my all.
Akira: ........
Faust: But do not think too highly of me. I’m a man who has already failed once.
I will wholeheartedly do my utmost, but please don’t trust me.
I nod carefully.
I have no doubts about entrusting him with this role. But it would feel callous to take his grief so lightly.
I hand Faust his copy of the sage’s manual.
Akira: ....I understand. Thank you, Faust.
Faust nods and steps back. There’s just one sage’s manual left in my hands now.
I look at Bradley.
Bradley: ............
Under his piercing gaze, I flinch involuntarily.
I avert my eyes, as if I’m about to be scolded.
As I hang my head, I sense Bradley coming to stand before me.
I fearfully look up at his face. Overcome by the wordless intensity of his presence, I feebly blurt out my question.
Akira: .....Are you going to refuse the sage’s manual?
Bradley: Why do you think that?
Akira: ......You look irritated.......
Bradley shrugs, his lips curled as if he’s letting you in on a joke.
But his eyes are completely unsmiling. I unconsciously brace myself for whatever he’s about to say.
His blood-red eyes are impassioned, yet his cold gaze lays me bare, setting my heart beating wildly.
Bradley: I’m not mad, but that attitude of yours doesn't sit right with me.
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7.6 Give Us Worth
Akira: My attitude....?
Bradley: Yeah. Cut it with that gloomy face: you look like you’re trying to carry a whole boulder on your own.
You thought up these plans for us, right? Then don’t look so glum over it.
Cain: Bradley. Akira put a lot of thought into our situation.
That’s why he's worried about the weight of that responsibility.......
Bradley: I’m saying that’s where he’s got it wrong. Do you see us as helpless chicks waiting to be fed?
Take a good look at me.
Akira: .......Ah.
Bradley reaches a hand out to grasp my chin.
He neither shouts at nor reprimands me; instead, his voice is calm, stressing each word.
In his gaze, I see a reflection of how he must have once watched over his subordinates, who loved and devoted themselves to him.
Bradley: Get this straight, Sage. We are wizards. Our lives are far longer than yours, and our strength far greater.
The final decision may be yours, but we made our own call to follow you.
And if the plan fails, it won’t be on you.
The instant his words flow into me, the tension bottled up within me snaps, bringing me to the brink of tears.
It’s just as he says: I’ve been so scared and unsure I almost couldn’t bear it.
I couldn’t know if they would accept the plan I’d done my best to come up with.
I prepared myself to be hated and scolded, so the way Bradley so easily saw through my most vulnerable concerns sends me reeling.
Despite that, Bradley looks me squarely in the eye, without ridicule.
I can’t describe it, but I know he’s treating me with the utmost honesty and respect.
Bradley, formerly the bandit leader of the brutal Northern Country.
I think I understand why he was so revered by his legion of subordinates.
Bradley: Listen up, Akira. We get to decide how we want to live.
We’ve made the choice to trust you from our own hearts. "Akira would never make a bad decision." None of us here think or expect that from you.
If anything, we’ll gladly mess up, if it’s with you. That’s why we’re all here.
Are we clear now?
Akira: .....Y.....Yes......
Bradley: Good. Now you can stop trying to read our expressions with fear in your eyes.
Don’t treat us like cowards who can only whine without making their own decisions.
We have our pride. It’s offensive and infuriating to be treated like petty lowlifes.
Give us a reason to be proud. If you treat us like we’re the best of the best, we’ll show you what we’re capable of.
When I say best of the best, I’m not asking for rewards.
I’m talking about a sense of worth — trust is a form of worth. And it can only come from you.
Don’t tell us what to do while dragging your feet and apologizing.
If you’re gonna entrust us with assignments, hand them out like they’re the finest jewels. Make us proud to call ourselves your subordinates.
Everyone wants a role that grants them a sense of worth.
And a leader’s role is to give that worth to the people who devote themselves to you.
Got it?
Akira: .....Y-Yes......
Bradley: Okay, good boy. Don’t cry. Here, look up.
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7.7 The Whereabouts of Authority
Bradley tilts my face up and roughly wipes the tears from my eyes.
Through his fingers, I can see the pleased smile on his face.
Bradley: So you want to appoint a conductor for each country, have them report to you, and learn from their experiences?
That’s not a bad idea. You hit on the problem and came up with a plan to address it. You should have more faith in yourself if you’re already thinking this far ahead.
Akira: ......Okay......
Bradley: Failure isn’t a big deal, you know? We can always try another way. Besides, I’ve got your back.
Well, I guess you have these other guys on your side too.
Figaro: "These other guys"?
Rustica: "These other guys"?
Bradley: Shut it, bastards. Hear that, Akira? They’re dying for attention.
Bradley throws me a joking, conspiratorial look.
I can’t help but break into a smile. He pats my cheek, relieved.
Bradley: Looks like you’re all good now. You won’t get anywhere if you’re scared of getting yelled at.
The last thing I want is to be pushed around by sages and the < Great Catastrophe >, but it’s about damn time we get serious.
I don’t want to die, and there’s people I refuse to let die.
If we have to replace half of the Sage’s wizards again, it’d be a real pain to remember new faces.
Bradley laughs it off, before making a declaration with a serious set to his jaw.
Bradley: Time to think of a game plan.
Akira: ......I-I’m counting on you!
Cain: Hey, I have a question.
For our missions, Oz keeps the Central wizards together as our teacher.
But if I’m the commanding officer, does that mean I have authority to make orders?
In other words: am I allowed to call the shots when I’m grouped up with my lord, Prince Arthur, and my teacher, Oz?
He has a point: considering Cain’s status, it’s probably difficult for him to give orders to Oz and Arthur.
Cain: I’m most worried about Oz. Prince Arthur and I know the difference between a teacher... Between an instructor and a commanding officer.
An instructor’s role is to teach and train; a commanding officer is the one who gives orders within a unit. They might sound similar, but they’re very different.
Let’s say that Faust is the leading officer of a unit, and Figaro is his instructor.
Most of the time, Faust is the one taking instructions and learning from Figaro.
But when something happens to the unit, Faust calls the shots, and Figaro needs to follow his orders.
Figaro: Y-yeah.....
Faust: Uh, sure.
Cain: Was that a bad example? Okay. Let’s say that Bradley is the head, and Nero is his subordinate.....
Bradley: Hey. Hey. Hang on.
Cain: Sure.
Bradley: What’s going on here?
Cain: What do you mean?
Bradley: Where'd you get Nero from? Shouldn’t you be using the bridegroom right here?
Cain: I get the feeling Rustica wouldn’t settle into the role of subordinate.
Rustica: I get the feeling I wouldn’t settle into the role of subordinate either.
Cain: Anyway, back to the point. Should I assume I have greater commanding authority than Oz?
I’m not trying to grab power for myself, but we need to make things clear, or else we’ll run into trouble.
Rustica: It’s extra complicated for you because Prince Arthur is your lord.
Akira: What usually happens in the Order of the Knights or the royal castle....?
Cain: If our mission is to protect the nobility, the Order of the Knights and the Royal Guard who have been entrusted with everyone’s security have the authority to give orders.
Figaro: But Arthur doesn’t recognize himself as a member of the protected class.
Cain: Yeah, that’s the problem....
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7.8 A What-If Simulation
Bradley: That prince could probably command a whole army if he put his mind to it.
Cain: Of course he could. But I can’t have him actively placing himself in harm’s way.
I want you to acknowledge my commanding power so that I have authority to protect Arthur....
But I’m not sure Oz and Riquet will let me do that.
Bradley: Not sure about the little one, but Oz has never been anyone’s subordinate.
Faust: Doesn’t that go for Mithra and Owen too? Will you be okay?
Bradley: Hell no. You can feed me all this talk about an orchestra, but a leader in command is essentially the head of an organization.
In other words, I’m the top of the pack. I’m the man who stands above the rest of Northern Country.
Rustica: Indeed.
Bradley: Don’t "indeed" me. Watch, if I call myself the commander of Northern Country, the man who stands above them all...
Mithra and Owen and Snow and White will gang up to murder me in cold blood.
Rustica raises his brows in surprise, while Figaro closes his eyes in agreement.
Rustica: Really?
Figaro: Really.
Central Country should be careful too. Oz goes easy on you because he thinks you’re a child.
Cain: Me!? A child!?
Faust: Well, he’s right.
Bradley: You’re not even fifty yet.
Rustica: You’re basically Chloe’s age.
Cain: I can get married and drink alcohol, you know?
Bradley: Ooh, he’s acting big.
Rustica: Did you hear that? "I can drink alcohol, you know?"
Faust: How cute.
Figaro: Yeah, kids your age really want to be treated like grown-ups.
Cain: What’s going on here!? I’m just talking common sense!
Bradley: Common sense doesn’t apply to wizards. Better get used to it, young knight.
Figaro: Back to the point. If Oz finds out that you have the right to order him around as commander, he’ll never acknowledge your role.
Cain: Really....?
Figaro: He will never, never, never concede to that power.
Bradley: Yeah, and he shouldn’t. I don’t wanna see Oz taking orders from some kid.
Figaro: Same.
Rustica: Western Country will be fine, but I can foresee a future full of role-playing with me as the master.
Faust: Likewise, I think Eastern Country will be fine too....
Figaro: Southern Country should have no issue. Why don’t North and Central just keep it a secret?
Bradley & Cain: A secret?
Figaro: Just keep your commander role close to your chest, and control everyone from the shadows....
Bradley: There it is. Figaro’s favorite pastime....
Figaro: Hey, don’t slander me like this.
Bradley: Even if North and Central keep it a secret, someone’s gonna catch wind of what’s going on in other countries. Specifically, they’ll hear from the Southern brothers.
Rustica: Mister Mithra! Dr. Figaro is the commander of Southern Country. Who’s the commander of the North?
Faust: Huh? What’s all this talk about a commander? Nobody consulted me.
....I presume that’s how it’ll go down.
Rustica: Agreed.
Figaro: Thank you for the practical play-act.
Bradley: I’ve got chills. Appointing a leader in the North is a life-or-death scenario.
And it’s a question of honor. Who’s on top; who’s down below? The North is real particular about ranking.
We’ll settle our score sometime down the line, but there’s no point in petty skirmishes before we fight the < Great Catastrophe >.
Cain: Yeah, and I won’t stand a chance against Oz if he opposes me....
Faust: Why don’t we go by a codename to avoid resistance?
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7.9 The Five Journal-Keepers
Akira: Codename?
Faust: Even if we’re just talking among comrades, you never know who might be listening. That’s why we should use an alias.
For example, a spy might call himself a basket merchant.
It might be a rather passive suggestion, but it will keep people from realizing we’re in command.
Rustica: Then why don’t we call ourselves journal-keepers? Sir Sage did hand us our very own sage’s manuals, after all.
Bradley: Journal-keepers, huh? Nothing cool about it, but it works.
So basically, I have to pull the strings when we’re dealing with matters close to Nova, and not when we’re on regular missions.
Akira: Yes. I’m not really asking you to order them around, but....
Bradley: You want me to harmonize these guys who are a real handful, the same way a conductor waves his stick at the head of the orchestra, right? Got it. Count on me.
Cain: I’ll do my best too. But what should I do if Oz resists?
Noting Cain’s bafflement, Figaro wraps his arm around Cain’s shoulder and whispers in his ear.
Figaro: Just tell him to listen to you because you have Arthur’s best interests in mind. And tell Arthur you’re doing it for Oz.
Cain: I see....?
Bradley: Heh. Scheming again, I see. You’re gonna die a real painful death.
Faust: Don’t make such ominous comments. Sage, I think I’ll tell Nero what’s going on.
I don’t expect that to have any effect on anything, but.... I want to avoid keeping secrets from him.
Akira: I understand.
Bradley: Hmph.... You Easterners share some meticulous solidarity. But it looks like you’re getting along.
Faust: We’re doing better than the North, at least.
Figaro: Are we done talking?
Akira: Yes, that’s all from me....
Bradley: Hang on, one more thing.
Bradley raises one hand and turns around to look at Rustica.
Bradley: It’s about Murr’s labs.
Rustica: Murr’s laboratories?
Bradley: I heard a rumor about the Western Wizard Murr: it’s said that he keeps secret laboratories all around this world.
He’s the expert who’s researched the < Great Catastrophe > more extensively than anyone in the world.
So we might find some hints and secrets about the < Great Catastrophe > and the injuries it’s inflicted on us.
Cain: That’s a good point, but does the current Murr even know where these labs are?
Bradley: Even if he doesn’t, the Western pipesmoker might know.
Rustica: I’ll ask.
Bradley: Thanks.
And that’s how the commanders fall into their roles, bringing together their respective countries.
I take one more good look at everyone.
The ever-sincere Cain, who has a strong sense of justice and a fearless ability to speak to anyone in hopes of building an earnest relationship with them.
The laid-back and leisurely Rustica, who never loses sight of himself and always treats those around him with kindness.
Faust, who might try to avoid social interaction, but is a serious leader who is always kind to the youngest wizards.
The well-learned, thoughtful, and experienced Figaro, who can offer tolerant and peaceful solutions or sly and unimpassioned plots in the pursuit of his greater goals.
Bradley, the prisoner who was once the head of a bandit gang; he knows how to make daunting calls, keenly judge character, and look after others.
I know there’s a lot I can learn from them in order to fulfill my role as the Sage of this world.
So that I won’t have to lose any of my precious friends.
So that the wizards can live together in harmony, even if it’s for just a short spell of time.
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7.10 From the Twins to the Sage
That night......
(Knock)
Akira: Please come in.
(Door opens)
Snow: Good evening, Sage.
White: Sage.
Akira: Snow, White. What’s the matter?
Snow: We’ve just finished making something to protect you from harm.
Akira: To protect me.....?
White: Yes. You’ve already encountered countless dangers in the missions we’ve undertaken thus far.
Snow: Who knows what further danger awaits you once we start tracking down Nova?
White: Ohoho. While we would love nothing more than to protect our adorable Sage with our own hands.......
Snow: There are situations where that would not be feasible.
Instead, we’ve created a magical familiar to protect you in our stead.
Snow & White: Come on out.
<< Noscomnia >>
As they chant their spell, a faintly glowing orb of light expands before bursting open.
A strange, cat-shaped creature materializes from the light.
Snow: It’s a sacrificium.
White: Adorable, right? We thought you would find this appearance endearing.
Snow: We do hope you like it.......
Akira: This is.....a magical familiar......?
Snow: That’s right.
White: Do you like it?
Snow: It will stay close to you and take your place to protect you in times of danger.
Entranced by the creature’s adorable appearance, I find myself smiling at how much it resembles a pet cat.
Akira: It’s so cute......! Thank you, Snow, White.
Snow: Ohoho. We’re delighted that you like it.
White: Be sure to keep it by your side at all times.
Akira: Got it. Thank you so much!
I reach out to cradle the sacrificium in my arms.
It’s not as warm as a real cat, but it isn’t cold to the touch either. Having entrusted the sacrificium to me, the twins leave the room.
The creature doesn’t make a single peep or show any sign of wanting to roam.
However, the mere sight of an adorable living creature in my room goes a long way to soothe the loneliness in my heart.
Akira: (A sacrificium...... Does it need to eat? I wonder if it’ll sleep in my bed?)
(It’s just like a cat....... How cute......)
Should I give it a name? My excitement soon gives way to more muted feelings.
Just now, the twins said this creature would take my place.
Which means it might vanish into a puff of smoke after shielding me from danger.
Stricken with fear at the thought, I tear my gaze away from the creature.
I fear getting attached to something that could vanish at any moment.
Knowing that, I can’t help but keep stealing glances at the uncannily feline creature.
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Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8
Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8
Chapter 7: A Valuable Role
7.1 The Talented Conductors
7.2 The Conductor’s Role
7.3 Their Answers
7.4 A Prayer for Eternal Immutability and Hope for the Potential to Change
7.5 A Conflicted Answer
7.6 Give Us Worth
7.7 The Whereabouts of Authority
7.8 A What-If Simulation
7.9 The Five Journal-Keepers
7.10 From the Twins to the Sage
7.1 The Talented Conductors
Since arriving in this world, I’ve met wizards of various temperaments and values.
It wasn’t long before I came to love all of them, with their free and spontaneous natures.
But that’s why I’m conflicted. Even if I justify it as a means to win against the < Great Catastrophe > and protect everyone’s lives......
By forcing them to cooperate with each other, would that result in erasing their individuality?
I love how free and unconstrained they are: wouldn’t I end up changing the shape of their souls?
I can’t stand the thought of that. I want them to live freely. I don’t want to hurt them or take away their freedom.
But unless they all cooperate, we might not win against the < Great Catastrophe >.
And if the world comes to an end, there would be no point in thinking about protecting my beloved friends or their individuality.
In that case, it might be wiser to set their individuality aside for now, and force cooperation down their throats.......
After all, it would be for their own good.
Akira: (But is that true?)
(Even though they treasure their hearts over their lives?)
What’s the right thing to do? What should I prioritize?
I’m at a loss for an answer, until Rustica’s words shine through like a guiding ray of salvation.
✦✧☾✧✦
In a symphony, each instrument plays its own melody without sacrificing its distinctiveness.
A skilled conductor weaves each different timbre harmoniously together into a beautiful piece of music, without losing any of their individual brilliance.
✦✧☾✧✦
I prepared five new volumes of the Sage’s manual, and gathered the candidates Rustica proposed as suitable conductors.
Cain, representing Central Country. Bradley, for Northern Country. Faust, for Eastern Country.
Figaro, for Southern Country. And lastly, Rustica, for Western Country.
I explain the situation to them without holding back.
Akira: So far, I’ve been asking all of you to handle the mysterious incidents happening around the world that were triggered by the < Great Catastrophe >.
Now, I’d like to ask each country to carry out separate investigations, using the clues we have to track down the wizard named Nova.
We don’t know what Nova is after, but we do know that he is connected to Nicholas, who tried to summon the < Great Catastrophe >.
The investigation reports we’ve received mention evidence of summoning ceremonies in various locations across the different countries.
It’s possible that Nova has allies all over the world.
Cain: Unraveling the mystery of Nova’s identity could prove dangerous unless we know who he’s working with......
We could be ambushed by enemies we never saw coming.
Akira: Exactly. I heard that Nicholas only worked for Nova because he said he could make Nicholas a wizard.
People who want to become wizards...... There might be others who Nova tricked into joining his cause with the same lie.
Rustica: We can’t rule his offer out as a lie. After all, the < Great Catastrophe > has never been summoned into the world.
It may very well turn every single soul into a wizard the moment it makes contact.
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7.2 The Conductor’s Role
Bradley: There’s way too much at risk to just try it out and see what happens. Crashing up against the < Great Catastrophe > could destroy the world entirely.
Figaro: There are plenty of seductive tales you could tell to convince people to open the forbidden doors of this world. "You can meet the dead," "We’ll take you to a whole new world,"....
There may be many like Nicholas, who never intended to cooperate with the forces trying to end the world.
Sir Sage is right: we don’t know who’s on Nova’s side. Let’s be on our guard no matter which country we’re in.
Akira: Please do. There’s one more thing I’d like to bring to your attention: apparently Nova is a really powerful wizard.
According to Mithra, even a wizard like himself might not—......
I catch myself before the words "might not have won against Nova" tumble out, sparing Mithra’s reputation. After all, he didn’t say that he couldn’t win.
Akira: Um, anyway, Mithra said he was a formidable opponent. He didn’t rule out the possibility of Nova being as strong as Oz when I asked him about it either.
That’s why I wanted to ask you, Bradley. You met him too, right?
Bradley: Yeah.
Akira: In the event everyone at the magic headquarters has to fight Nova...... I want to hear your opinion, Bradley.
Bradley considers briefly, before pointing his thumb at himself and then Figaro.
Bradley: Out of the guys here? It’d be pretty close, but probably me and Figaro. And by that, I mean the two of us would just about make it out alive.
Rutile escaped without being turned to stone back then, but that’s probably because Nova was just toying around with him. If Nero were alone, he would’ve ended up dead.
Faust: No way.......
Figaro: We should’ve known of such a strong wizard if he really did exist. How old is he? Is he young?
Bradley: No idea.
Cain: Do you think Oz could take him down?
Bradley: ............
Figaro: Hey, no way, surely he’s not that strong?
Bradley: No way to tell. It’s not like I’ve seen Oz get serious. You really have to make me say it?
Figaro: Ah......
A furious vein stands out against Bradley’s forehead, while Figaro pulls a sympathetic face.
Faust: ......An opponent even Nero might not be able to escape, huh.
In that case, we should avoid acting on our own in situations where we might encounter Nova.
Faust voices the concerns in my heart.
Akira: That’s my request: I’m asking everyone to avoid being alone if they can......
I’d like for you to report and discuss with each other, to join forces and work together.
Every small measure counts in protecting everyone from danger.
At my speech, Cain nods gravely, and Rustica bows.
Cain: Got it.
Rustica: I understand.
Akira: Thank you. The less time any of you spends alone means a higher likelihood that you’re safe and out of danger.
But...... Some wizards don’t take well to working in groups. Because of that......
I’d like the five of you here to take on the role of conductors and direct the wizards of your respective countries.
Rustica taught me about the role a conductor plays in an orchestra.
How they coax the sounds of each and every instrument into a harmonious piece of music while retaining their respective timbres.
Rustica said all of you here could step into that role. ......I feel the same way.
So that we don’t lose anyone, and so that everyone can remain true to themselves while keeping the peace — I’m counting on each of you to be a conductor.
And so I don’t repeat any mistakes when the day comes for me to take on the same role......
I’d like you to report all the happenings around how you conducted or brought your group together.
I’ve prepared these sage’s manuals for that very purpose.
I hope you’ll allow me to ask this from all of you.
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7.3 Their Answers
I bow my head deeply. I’m aware of just how difficult and daunting my request must be.
To put it simply, I’m asking for them to act as leaders.
Wizards are individualistic and whimsical souls who hate being ordered around — there’s nothing more troublesome than trying to lead wizards.
A teacher’s role is to convey knowledge to inquisitive and eager students; there is comparatively little in the way of psychological burden for either party.
But a leader has to maneuver people into going places and doing things when they would prefer to stay put where they are.
They might receive fierce opposition, they might even be hated and shunned for their trouble.
Even Arthur, in his role mediating between wizards and humans, didn’t step up to the position because he wanted to be a leader.
Who would want to? In a world where a golden rule to make everyone happy remains elusive......
Who would choose to stand at the forefront, bearing the brunt of everyone’s complaints and unreasonable demands?
And no one would want the mantle of leadership in a world on the brink of destruction, where one misstep could lead to annihilation.
Given the choice, I’d much prefer to focus on my own concerns and leave the whole business of saving the world to someone else.
But unless someone does step up, the people I love might be swallowed up by the unfortunate future that lies on the horizon.
That’s what my heart tells me......
Akira: (But I can’t do it with my strength alone, so I’m counting on the five of them here. ......I feel terrible about it......)
I’m overwhelmed by guilt. I’m aware of how thankless and distasteful the role is, and yet I’m forcing it onto such capable friends.
I brace myself for a long stretch of weighty and uncomfortable silence.
To my surprise, Cain answers immediately.
Cain: Akira, you don’t have to act so stiff around us. I’m with you no matter what you ask of me. It makes me proud that you’d rely on me, you know?
Akira: Cain.......
My heart warms at the sight of Cain’s genuine smile.
I’ve been wracked with anxiety over whether they would accept my request: thanks to Cain’s prompt reply, relief washes over me.
Akira: Thank you, Cain.
Cain: I should be thanking you for thinking it over so seriously on our behalf.
Stepping forward, Cain takes one of the new sage’s manuals that I prepared.
Then, he sweeps into a bow before me. Behind him, Rustica and Figaro follow suit.
Rustica: It would be my honor to accept such an important role, Sir Sage.
I’ll take this Sage’s manual in your stead.
Akira: Thank you, Rustica.
Figaro: I’ll help out gladly. But you can’t read the letters of this world, right?
Akira: No, I can’t..... I’d appreciate if you could report to me verbally whenever you’re free.
Figaro: Sure thing. The more we talk face-to-face, the better.
Akira: Thank you, Figaro.
The three of them accept their respective sage manuals with ready smiles.
But there’s one person who stands frozen in place with a wry expression.
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7.4 A Prayer for Eternal Immutability and Hope for the Potential to Change
It’s Faust.
Faust: I.....
Knitting his eyebrows together, he answers in a hoarse, pained voice.
Faust: ...I can’t take this job.
For a second, I’m afraid I’ve angered him. But then I see his face, and realization hits.
Faust is strained and perplexed; he even looks apologetic.
Faust: I want to fulfill your request, Sage. I understand it’s a necessary plan to protect the children, too. And yet....
I don’t understand the hearts of others. If I could establish harmony — then I wouldn’t be who I am today.
There’s a reason he sounds so dejected: Faust’s former best friend nearly executed him, rupturing their relationship.
If Faust could have understood what he was thinking, that never would’ve come to pass — that’s what he's telling me.
I feel apologetic for making him say such a thing. At the same time, I’m frustrated.
Faust might be a gloomy shut-in with a brusque manner, but he’s always so kind to me and all the young wizards.
I don’t think he’s incapable of understanding the hearts of others.
But his best friend’s betrayal seems to have stolen any confidence Faust once had in dealing with others.
Akira: ...I think you’re well suited for the role, Faust. You’ve always managed to cheer me up.
Faust: Nero’s better at catching on to the wants and needs of others. Shouldn’t he take the job?
Rustica: I don’t think Nero is the right person for the role. For the same reason as Shylock.
The creases between Faust’s brows grow deeper and deeper until Rustica interrupts with a gentle tone.
Rustica: Because they loathe changing the shapes of others.
Faust: I don’t want to change anyone’s shape either.
I don’t want to force anyone to change; I don’t want anyone to force me to change. That’s why I lived alone, avoiding all human interaction.
Rustica: Please, don’t misunderstand: change does not mean misfortune.
Without the force of change, a sapling can never become a towering tree, and a young bird can never take to the skies.
We cannot change unless we believe in ourselves.
And you are someone who does not give up on others: you believe in their potential.
Even those who have lost all hope in themselves — those who cannot see a future because they cannot love themselves — if you tell them that they are wonderful....
Then they will believe that they, too, can accomplish something.
That is how nameless men become heroes. You ignite courage within the hearts of those who have given up on their ideal selves — so that tomorrow, they can change.
A prayer for eternal immutability; hope for the potential to change. Both are wonderful things.
Rustica’s words sweep through my heart like a spring breeze.
To believe in yourself as you are, without having to change.
To believe in your potential, so that you can become the beautiful person of your dreams.
Both are necessary.
You don’t have to change when you don’t want to. And when you do, you’ll know you can.
You can take control of when you transform your world.
There are many people in the magic headquarters who can guide you forward as you wish.
And that makes me incredibly happy.
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7.5 A Conflicted Answer
Faust: .....Even if you can make someone a hero, it’s meaningless if you can’t take responsibility for what’s been done.....
Faust laments, covering his face. Rustica gently smiles at him once more.
Rustica: Every little thing has meaning. Even the quietest sound will exert its influence on a musical piece.
Just as the butterfly’s fluttering wings shook the winds and brought forth a powerful storm....
The butterfly’s quiet flutter bringing forth a forceful storm....
At Rustica’s words, I recall the stories that wizards have told me about their lives.
A certain action taken a long, long time ago eventually rippled across the world....
And touched someone’s life. And transformed someone’s life.
Everything is connected. Be it a transformation seen through, or one that never came to be.
Even for the failed hero, for the leader who was never rewarded...
I want to believe that there’s a reason he’s standing here today.
Akira: Please, Faust. Please lend us your strength.
Faust: .........
For a good while, Faust gazes at the sage’s manual in my hands in complete silence.
The physical distance between us may be small.
But emotionally, I can sense four hundred and some years of discord boiling within him.
He fears losing the Eastern wizards the same way he lost his many comrades in war.
Faust looks conflicted. But he closes his eyes and reluctantly takes one step forward.
Faust: ....The children's lives are on the line. If there’s anything I can do to protect them, I want to give it my all.
Akira: ........
Faust: But do not think too highly of me. I’m a man who has already failed once.
I will wholeheartedly do my utmost, but please don’t trust me.
I nod carefully.
I have no doubts about entrusting him with this role. But it would feel callous to take his grief so lightly.
I hand Faust his copy of the sage’s manual.
Akira: ....I understand. Thank you, Faust.
Faust nods and steps back. There’s just one sage’s manual left in my hands now.
I look at Bradley.
Bradley: ............
Under his piercing gaze, I flinch involuntarily.
I avert my eyes, as if I’m about to be scolded.
As I hang my head, I sense Bradley coming to stand before me.
I fearfully look up at his face. Overcome by the wordless intensity of his presence, I feebly blurt out my question.
Akira: .....Are you going to refuse the sage’s manual?
Bradley: Why do you think that?
Akira: ......You look irritated.......
Bradley shrugs, his lips curled as if he’s letting you in on a joke.
But his eyes are completely unsmiling. I unconsciously brace myself for whatever he’s about to say.
His blood-red eyes are impassioned, yet his cold gaze lays me bare, setting my heart beating wildly.
Bradley: I’m not mad, but that attitude of yours doesn't sit right with me.
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7.6 Give Us Worth
Akira: My attitude....?
Bradley: Yeah. Cut it with that gloomy face: you look like you’re trying to carry a whole boulder on your own.
You thought up these plans for us, right? Then don’t look so glum over it.
Cain: Bradley. Akira put a lot of thought into our situation.
That’s why he's worried about the weight of that responsibility.......
Bradley: I’m saying that’s where he’s got it wrong. Do you see us as helpless chicks waiting to be fed?
Take a good look at me.
Akira: .......Ah.
Bradley reaches a hand out to grasp my chin.
He neither shouts at nor reprimands me; instead, his voice is calm, stressing each word.
In his gaze, I see a reflection of how he must have once watched over his subordinates, who loved and devoted themselves to him.
Bradley: Get this straight, Sage. We are wizards. Our lives are far longer than yours, and our strength far greater.
The final decision may be yours, but we made our own call to follow you.
And if the plan fails, it won’t be on you.
The instant his words flow into me, the tension bottled up within me snaps, bringing me to the brink of tears.
It’s just as he says: I’ve been so scared and unsure I almost couldn’t bear it.
I couldn’t know if they would accept the plan I’d done my best to come up with.
I prepared myself to be hated and scolded, so the way Bradley so easily saw through my most vulnerable concerns sends me reeling.
Despite that, Bradley looks me squarely in the eye, without ridicule.
I can’t describe it, but I know he’s treating me with the utmost honesty and respect.
Bradley, formerly the bandit leader of the brutal Northern Country.
I think I understand why he was so revered by his legion of subordinates.
Bradley: Listen up, Akira. We get to decide how we want to live.
We’ve made the choice to trust you from our own hearts. "Akira would never make a bad decision." None of us here think or expect that from you.
If anything, we’ll gladly mess up, if it’s with you. That’s why we’re all here.
Are we clear now?
Akira: .....Y.....Yes......
Bradley: Good. Now you can stop trying to read our expressions with fear in your eyes.
Don’t treat us like cowards who can only whine without making their own decisions.
We have our pride. It’s offensive and infuriating to be treated like petty lowlifes.
Give us a reason to be proud. If you treat us like we’re the best of the best, we’ll show you what we’re capable of.
When I say best of the best, I’m not asking for rewards.
I’m talking about a sense of worth — trust is a form of worth. And it can only come from you.
Don’t tell us what to do while dragging your feet and apologizing.
If you’re gonna entrust us with assignments, hand them out like they’re the finest jewels. Make us proud to call ourselves your subordinates.
Everyone wants a role that grants them a sense of worth.
And a leader’s role is to give that worth to the people who devote themselves to you.
Got it?
Akira: .....Y-Yes......
Bradley: Okay, good boy. Don’t cry. Here, look up.
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7.7 The Whereabouts of Authority
Bradley tilts my face up and roughly wipes the tears from my eyes.
Through his fingers, I can see the pleased smile on his face.
Bradley: So you want to appoint a conductor for each country, have them report to you, and learn from their experiences?
That’s not a bad idea. You hit on the problem and came up with a plan to address it. You should have more faith in yourself if you’re already thinking this far ahead.
Akira: ......Okay......
Bradley: Failure isn’t a big deal, you know? We can always try another way. Besides, I’ve got your back.
Well, I guess you have these other guys on your side too.
Figaro: "These other guys"?
Rustica: "These other guys"?
Bradley: Shut it, bastards. Hear that, Akira? They’re dying for attention.
Bradley throws me a joking, conspiratorial look.
I can’t help but break into a smile. He pats my cheek, relieved.
Bradley: Looks like you’re all good now. You won’t get anywhere if you’re scared of getting yelled at.
The last thing I want is to be pushed around by sages and the < Great Catastrophe >, but it’s about damn time we get serious.
I don’t want to die, and there’s people I refuse to let die.
If we have to replace half of the Sage’s wizards again, it’d be a real pain to remember new faces.
Bradley laughs it off, before making a declaration with a serious set to his jaw.
Bradley: Time to think of a game plan.
Akira: ......I-I’m counting on you!
Cain: Hey, I have a question.
For our missions, Oz keeps the Central wizards together as our teacher.
But if I’m the commanding officer, does that mean I have authority to make orders?
In other words: am I allowed to call the shots when I’m grouped up with my lord, Prince Arthur, and my teacher, Oz?
He has a point: considering Cain’s status, it’s probably difficult for him to give orders to Oz and Arthur.
Cain: I’m most worried about Oz. Prince Arthur and I know the difference between a teacher... Between an instructor and a commanding officer.
An instructor’s role is to teach and train; a commanding officer is the one who gives orders within a unit. They might sound similar, but they’re very different.
Let’s say that Faust is the leading officer of a unit, and Figaro is his instructor.
Most of the time, Faust is the one taking instructions and learning from Figaro.
But when something happens to the unit, Faust calls the shots, and Figaro needs to follow his orders.
Figaro: Y-yeah.....
Faust: Uh, sure.
Cain: Was that a bad example? Okay. Let’s say that Bradley is the head, and Nero is his subordinate.....
Bradley: Hey. Hey. Hang on.
Cain: Sure.
Bradley: What’s going on here?
Cain: What do you mean?
Bradley: Where'd you get Nero from? Shouldn’t you be using the bridegroom right here?
Cain: I get the feeling Rustica wouldn’t settle into the role of subordinate.
Rustica: I get the feeling I wouldn’t settle into the role of subordinate either.
Cain: Anyway, back to the point. Should I assume I have greater commanding authority than Oz?
I’m not trying to grab power for myself, but we need to make things clear, or else we’ll run into trouble.
Rustica: It’s extra complicated for you because Prince Arthur is your lord.
Akira: What usually happens in the Order of the Knights or the royal castle....?
Cain: If our mission is to protect the nobility, the Order of the Knights and the Royal Guard who have been entrusted with everyone’s security have the authority to give orders.
Figaro: But Arthur doesn’t recognize himself as a member of the protected class.
Cain: Yeah, that’s the problem....
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7.8 A What-If Simulation
Bradley: That prince could probably command a whole army if he put his mind to it.
Cain: Of course he could. But I can’t have him actively placing himself in harm’s way.
I want you to acknowledge my commanding power so that I have authority to protect Arthur....
But I’m not sure Oz and Riquet will let me do that.
Bradley: Not sure about the little one, but Oz has never been anyone’s subordinate.
Faust: Doesn’t that go for Mithra and Owen too? Will you be okay?
Bradley: Hell no. You can feed me all this talk about an orchestra, but a leader in command is essentially the head of an organization.
In other words, I’m the top of the pack. I’m the man who stands above the rest of Northern Country.
Rustica: Indeed.
Bradley: Don’t "indeed" me. Watch, if I call myself the commander of Northern Country, the man who stands above them all...
Mithra and Owen and Snow and White will gang up to murder me in cold blood.
Rustica raises his brows in surprise, while Figaro closes his eyes in agreement.
Rustica: Really?
Figaro: Really.
Central Country should be careful too. Oz goes easy on you because he thinks you’re a child.
Cain: Me!? A child!?
Faust: Well, he’s right.
Bradley: You’re not even fifty yet.
Rustica: You’re basically Chloe’s age.
Cain: I can get married and drink alcohol, you know?
Bradley: Ooh, he’s acting big.
Rustica: Did you hear that? "I can drink alcohol, you know?"
Faust: How cute.
Figaro: Yeah, kids your age really want to be treated like grown-ups.
Cain: What’s going on here!? I’m just talking common sense!
Bradley: Common sense doesn’t apply to wizards. Better get used to it, young knight.
Figaro: Back to the point. If Oz finds out that you have the right to order him around as commander, he’ll never acknowledge your role.
Cain: Really....?
Figaro: He will never, never, never concede to that power.
Bradley: Yeah, and he shouldn’t. I don’t wanna see Oz taking orders from some kid.
Figaro: Same.
Rustica: Western Country will be fine, but I can foresee a future full of role-playing with me as the master.
Faust: Likewise, I think Eastern Country will be fine too....
Figaro: Southern Country should have no issue. Why don’t North and Central just keep it a secret?
Bradley & Cain: A secret?
Figaro: Just keep your commander role close to your chest, and control everyone from the shadows....
Bradley: There it is. Figaro’s favorite pastime....
Figaro: Hey, don’t slander me like this.
Bradley: Even if North and Central keep it a secret, someone’s gonna catch wind of what’s going on in other countries. Specifically, they’ll hear from the Southern brothers.
Rustica: Mister Mithra! Dr. Figaro is the commander of Southern Country. Who’s the commander of the North?
Faust: Huh? What’s all this talk about a commander? Nobody consulted me.
....I presume that’s how it’ll go down.
Rustica: Agreed.
Figaro: Thank you for the practical play-act.
Bradley: I’ve got chills. Appointing a leader in the North is a life-or-death scenario.
And it’s a question of honor. Who’s on top; who’s down below? The North is real particular about ranking.
We’ll settle our score sometime down the line, but there’s no point in petty skirmishes before we fight the < Great Catastrophe >.
Cain: Yeah, and I won’t stand a chance against Oz if he opposes me....
Faust: Why don’t we go by a codename to avoid resistance?
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7.9 The Five Journal-Keepers
Akira: Codename?
Faust: Even if we’re just talking among comrades, you never know who might be listening. That’s why we should use an alias.
For example, a spy might call himself a basket merchant.
It might be a rather passive suggestion, but it will keep people from realizing we’re in command.
Rustica: Then why don’t we call ourselves journal-keepers? Sir Sage did hand us our very own sage’s manuals, after all.
Bradley: Journal-keepers, huh? Nothing cool about it, but it works.
So basically, I have to pull the strings when we’re dealing with matters close to Nova, and not when we’re on regular missions.
Akira: Yes. I’m not really asking you to order them around, but....
Bradley: You want me to harmonize these guys who are a real handful, the same way a conductor waves his stick at the head of the orchestra, right? Got it. Count on me.
Cain: I’ll do my best too. But what should I do if Oz resists?
Noting Cain’s bafflement, Figaro wraps his arm around Cain’s shoulder and whispers in his ear.
Figaro: Just tell him to listen to you because you have Arthur’s best interests in mind. And tell Arthur you’re doing it for Oz.
Cain: I see....?
Bradley: Heh. Scheming again, I see. You’re gonna die a real painful death.
Faust: Don’t make such ominous comments. Sage, I think I’ll tell Nero what’s going on.
I don’t expect that to have any effect on anything, but.... I want to avoid keeping secrets from him.
Akira: I understand.
Bradley: Hmph.... You Easterners share some meticulous solidarity. But it looks like you’re getting along.
Faust: We’re doing better than the North, at least.
Figaro: Are we done talking?
Akira: Yes, that’s all from me....
Bradley: Hang on, one more thing.
Bradley raises one hand and turns around to look at Rustica.
Bradley: It’s about Murr’s labs.
Rustica: Murr’s laboratories?
Bradley: I heard a rumor about the Western Wizard Murr: it’s said that he keeps secret laboratories all around this world.
He’s the expert who’s researched the < Great Catastrophe > more extensively than anyone in the world.
So we might find some hints and secrets about the < Great Catastrophe > and the injuries it’s inflicted on us.
Cain: That’s a good point, but does the current Murr even know where these labs are?
Bradley: Even if he doesn’t, the Western pipesmoker might know.
Rustica: I’ll ask.
Bradley: Thanks.
And that’s how the commanders fall into their roles, bringing together their respective countries.
I take one more good look at everyone.
The ever-sincere Cain, who has a strong sense of justice and a fearless ability to speak to anyone in hopes of building an earnest relationship with them.
The laid-back and leisurely Rustica, who never loses sight of himself and always treats those around him with kindness.
Faust, who might try to avoid social interaction, but is a serious leader who is always kind to the youngest wizards.
The well-learned, thoughtful, and experienced Figaro, who can offer tolerant and peaceful solutions or sly and unimpassioned plots in the pursuit of his greater goals.
Bradley, the prisoner who was once the head of a bandit gang; he knows how to make daunting calls, keenly judge character, and look after others.
I know there’s a lot I can learn from them in order to fulfill my role as the Sage of this world.
So that I won’t have to lose any of my precious friends.
So that the wizards can live together in harmony, even if it’s for just a short spell of time.
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7.10 From the Twins to the Sage
That night......
(Knock)
Akira: Please come in.
(Door opens)
Snow: Good evening, Sage.
White: Sage.
Akira: Snow, White. What’s the matter?
Snow: We’ve just finished making something to protect you from harm.
Akira: To protect me.....?
White: Yes. You’ve already encountered countless dangers in the missions we’ve undertaken thus far.
Snow: Who knows what further danger awaits you once we start tracking down Nova?
White: Ohoho. While we would love nothing more than to protect our adorable Sage with our own hands.......
Snow: There are situations where that would not be feasible.
Instead, we’ve created a magical familiar to protect you in our stead.
Snow & White: Come on out.
<< Noscomnia >>
As they chant their spell, a faintly glowing orb of light expands before bursting open.
A strange, cat-shaped creature materializes from the light.
Snow: It’s a sacrificium.
White: Adorable, right? We thought you would find this appearance endearing.
Snow: We do hope you like it.......
Akira: This is.....a magical familiar......?
Snow: That’s right.
White: Do you like it?
Snow: It will stay close to you and take your place to protect you in times of danger.
Entranced by the creature’s adorable appearance, I find myself smiling at how much it resembles a pet cat.
Akira: It’s so cute......! Thank you, Snow, White.
Snow: Ohoho. We’re delighted that you like it.
White: Be sure to keep it by your side at all times.
Akira: Got it. Thank you so much!
I reach out to cradle the sacrificium in my arms.
It’s not as warm as a real cat, but it isn’t cold to the touch either. Having entrusted the sacrificium to me, the twins leave the room.
The creature doesn’t make a single peep or show any sign of wanting to roam.
However, the mere sight of an adorable living creature in my room goes a long way to soothe the loneliness in my heart.
Akira: (A sacrificium...... Does it need to eat? I wonder if it’ll sleep in my bed?)
(It’s just like a cat....... How cute......)
Should I give it a name? My excitement soon gives way to more muted feelings.
Just now, the twins said this creature would take my place.
Which means it might vanish into a puff of smoke after shielding me from danger.
Stricken with fear at the thought, I tear my gaze away from the creature.
I fear getting attached to something that could vanish at any moment.
Knowing that, I can’t help but keep stealing glances at the uncannily feline creature.
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