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Main Story 2 | Chapter 8 | Before Departure
MahoYaku Masterpost & Translator's Notes
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Chapter 8: Before Departure
8.1 Drawing Back the Outstretched Arm
8.2 Why Do You Call My Name?
8.3 Protection and Control
8.4 Cain’s Manual
8.5 In Order to Become Somebody
8.6 To Put an End to these Feelings
8.7 An Unforgettable Secret
8.8 Innocence and Danger
8.9 Speaking to a Mirror
8.10 Choose, Sir Knight
8.1 Drawing Back the Outstretched Arm
The little sacri-something (I forget its full name) I received from Snow and White moves about strangely.
Sometimes it crawls across the floor, and sometimes it floats through the air to perch on my shoulder like a bird.
It’s never meowed, but it occasionally produces strings of "ni ni ni" sounds? — noises? — that resemble Snow and White’s voices.
I catch it staring at me, gazing out beyond the windowpane, or screwing up its eyes sleepily.
Its glittering, little round marbles of eyes......Honestly, it’s super adorable.
But I don’t pick the sacri-something up in my arms, nor do I pat and caress it.
It doesn’t seem to require any food, so I haven’t fed it anything either.
Akira: (It’s a magical familiar....... The twins said it was a substitute for me.)
(It’s not a cat, and definitely not a pet. It’ll disappear if anything goes wrong, and it’s nothing more than an illusion conjured by magic.)
(I’ve always dreamed of having a cat.)
(But this isn’t a cat.)
Steeling myself, I turn to walk out of the room.
Immediately, the little sacri-something leaps up and trots along behind me.
Its tail sways to and fro as its fluffy fur rustles softly.
Akira: (Cuuute........ No, no, I can’t fall for it......)
I can barely stand not reaching out to pat it. I’m so glad I don’t have my smartphone with me. Otherwise, I’m sure I’d be taking heaps of pictures.
I feel restless pinpricks every time I make myself look away from the little sacri-something.
Right now, my heart is a door slammed shut to keep out the gentle rain.
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I make my way towards the tower in the magic headquarters with the little sacri-something.
It’s what we decided at the meeting the other day.
The Central wizards and the Western wizards will head to the capital of Western Country.
The Eastern wizards will make for the City of Rain in Eastern Country.
The Northern wizards are on standby in case of emergency.
And the Southern wizards will continue their service in Central Country.
Today, my plan is to accompany the Central wizards and the Western wizards on their trip to Western Country.
I might even run into the Eastern wizards before they leave for their country in the morning.
I occupy myself with such musings as I walk towards the tower. But then......
Akira: Huh......? Why is everyone coming back?
The wizards are walking away from the tower in droves, as if they’ve come back to retrieve something they forgot.
Shino: Sage, what is that thing? A familiar?
Akira: That’s right. I got it from the twins....
Heathcliff: Wow. How kind of them to make it like a cat — after all, you do love cats.
Are you going to be giving orders to this familiar?
Heathcliff asks with a kind smile. I furrow my brows just a little.
Akira: I don’t think I can control it. They told me it would serve as my substitute if something happens....
Heathcliff: Substitute....
With that one word, Heathcliff seems to process the situation. A heavy expression clouds his face as he falls silent.
Because he understands more than anyone else the stress of having your favorite person ready to step in and protect you at any time.
Shino casually places his hand on Heathcliff’s shoulder.
Shino: Same job as me, huh?
Heathcliff: .........
Heathcliff shoots Shino a fierce, piercing gaze. For some reason, Shino looks really pleased with himself.
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8.2 Why Do You Call My Name?
Nero’s leisurely voice quells the explosive tension in the air.
Nero: Mister Sage. Shylock said make it tomorrow. Oh? What’s this, a familiar?
Akira: Huh?
Nero: Oh, sorry. He said let’s depart tomorrow.
Nero looks a bit troubled. Murr pokes his head out from behind him, laughing gaily.
Murr: Shylock blew right into Oz’s face! It was so entertaining!
Akira: I’m sorry, he did what?
Murr: He blew smoke! And Oz was like, ugh!
Murr giggles and somersaults into the air. Is he saying that Shylock blew smoke into Oz’s face?
Nero tries to offer some clarity and reassurance.
Nero: Don’t worry. We thought all hell was about to break loose, but Mister Prince and Mister Knight and the guys from the West and our Mr. Faust managed to placate them....
Akira: What in the world happened?
Nero: Well, in one sense, nothing happened at all.
Heathcliff: Shylock simply said he wanted to leave another day.
He said he was hurt, because something horrible had happened to him; that he didn’t want to force himself to work on a day like this... How exactly did he phrase it again?
Shino: He said he was pampering himself.
Heathcliff: That’s right. He said that otherwise, he would flat-out stop caring about Nova and saving the world.
Shino: But Oz said he wanted to get going now.
Murr: And that’s when Shylock smiled and blew in Oz’s face!
Nero: Mr. Faust and I... And even Mister Bridegroom went white as ghosts.
I think about what happened the other day, when Shylock’s heart burst into flames because of his bizarre injury.
Shylock said, "My pleasure and pain are my own.... Do not steal anything from me."
Yet Oz stole his consciousness without batting an eye.
That’s probably what he’s talking about.
I can imagine the scene: Shylock, flashing his graceful smile, his eyebrows raised as he blows smoke into Oz’s face.
And Oz, who takes a few seconds to process what happened before erupting in fury.
Akira: (Shylock.... Is always so reasonable....)
(But he’s exactly like Murr when you threaten his personal rules and sensibilities: he fears nobody, not even Oz.)
And, er.... Was everyone all right?
Shino: Well, for now. Chloe and the others escorted Shylock away, and the Central guys took care of Oz.
But now we’re set to leave tomorrow.
Akira: I understand... Well then, please take it easy today.
Shino: Yeah.
Murr approaches me as everyone disbands.
He flips through the air and plays with sacri-something, who is also floating around freely.
Murr: You got a sacrificium from the twins, huh! Nya~!
Sacri-something opens its mouth — it looks like it’s copying Murr.
It has no voice, but it opens its mouth as wide as it can, like a kitty that has just learned to meow.
Murr: Sir Sage, you love cats, right?
Akira: Yes, I do.....
Murr: But you won’t give it a name?
Murr laughs playfully as he hangs upside-down and strokes sacri-something’s forehead.
A breeze dances through the trees as the gentle morning sun washes over us.
A creature without a name, a wizard with a shattered soul, and a visitor from some far-away world stand in the sunlight shining in from above.
Akira: ....Because I heard it would be my substitute.
I feel like it might disappear in the blink of an eye....
I’m afraid of growing attached because I might have to say goodbye so soon.
That’s why... I’m not naming it.
I smile bitterly.
Murr continues to hang upside-down as he gazes at me.
He narrows his brilliant green eyes, more mesmerizing than the leaves bathed in the morning rays.
They’re soft and filled with warmth; he’s looking at me like I’m his close friend.
Murr: We feel the same, Akira.
His melancholy tone takes my breath away. I suddenly realize what he’s saying.
Wizards, who live long, long lives.
How do I look in their eyes?
Even if they grow attached to me and open their hearts to me, they know that we will soon say goodbye.
Then why do they still call my name?
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8.3 Protection and Control
Akira: ............
Mithra: What’s the matter, Sir Sage?
Later that afternoon, I stare absentmindedly at the forest from where I’m perched on a tree stump. I barely notice Mithra appearing by my side.
He takes a seat on the stump, which seems too cramped for him, before peering into my face.
The moment he catches sight of the little sacri-something, his face scrunches up in distaste.
Mithra: Ah, it’s a sacrificium.
He swats it away as if it were a bug. I rush to defend the creature.
Akira: P-Please stop. Why are you treating it like that?
Mithra: Isn’t it the twins’ familiar?
Akira: Snow and White gave it to me as protection against danger.......
Mithra: Well, I suppose that’s true enough. But being under their protection is the same as submitting to their control.
Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, being forced into the twins’ territory?
Although Mithra seems disgusted, I don’t feel any particular resistance, since I’ve lived all my life protected under the laws of my country.
Akira: (I guess it’s basically like being part of a country’s or community’s territory......)
It’s not like I’ve never felt dissatisfied or restricted, but as long as I accept the lot I receive and do as I’m told......
Then I can live with a relative degree of safety and freedom.
I do get tired of dealing with people and yearn for isolation, but it’s impossible to live divorced from society.
There’s no way I can discard the protection and bonds woven through my life and survive on my own strength.
Akira: No, I’m fine with it. The twins might be scary sometimes, but they’re always kind to me......
This world is pretty dangerous, so it makes me feel safe knowing that someone out there is watching over me......
Besides, my solitary room has become home to a cat-like creature.
I swallow my last thought and fall silent. Mithra glares at the little sacri-something with displeasure.
Mithra: Humans are foolish beings with no pride. Why do you need that thing around when you have me?
The little sacri-something seems wary of Mithra as it prowls restlessly around me.
Am I just imagining it, or is its fur puffing up?
Mithra: Are you listening?
Akira: Ah, yes. I’m listening. You can make something like this too, Mithra?
Mithra: Obviously.
Akira: How do you make one?
Mithra: You capture a spirit possessing the suitable temperament, bind it as your familiar, and then set it to do your bidding.
Akira: Um...... Does that mean it’s alive......?
Mithra: Well, if you think the spirits are alive, then I suppose familiars are too?
Akira: (So it is alive.....)
The twins said it would be my substitute in times of danger, so what happens after it takes my place?
Mithra: Nothing. It will simply disappear if it encounters an attack that surpasses its protective capacity.
Akira: (It’s just as I feared......)
Mithra: Anything wrong with that?
Akira: Oh, it’s nothing. Would you ever make something like this for Rutile and Mitile?
Mithra: That won’t be necessary. Forget the creature: I’ll run to their sides the very second I discover they’re in any danger.
That’s true. Mithra’s magic allows him to transverse space.
His eyes downcast, Mithra strokes his chin contemplatively.
Mithra: ......But you have a point. It’s about time I get serious about my preparations.
Mithra continues murmuring to himself as he stands.
He stuffs his hand into his pocket while casting a haughty look down at the little sacri-something.
Mithra: Make sure you don’t let that creature into your bed.
I can’t sleep in a place reeking of the twins’ presence.
I blush as I retort.
Akira: I’m not treating it like a pet. I know where to draw the line.
Mithra: If you say so.
Mithra says this before disappearing.
The little sacri-something relaxes its wary stance, its tiny back curling in an arch.
It pads over to sit in the space Mithra vacated, its eyes closing sleepily.
Its tongue peeks out from the relaxed curve of its mouth.
Akira: (C..... Cute.......)
As I wrestle to resist its charm, I hear sounds from somewhere closeby.
I see figures standing in the courtyard in the distance.
It is Cain and Owen.
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8.4 Cain’s Manual
Cain: ......All right, all packed.
Ah...... What do I do with the sage’s manual?
I don’t know when we’ll get back from Western Country...... Better to bring it along just in case.
Journal-keeper, huh...... I’ve always been bad at writing things down.
I should write something before I forget.
Central Country, at the magic headquarters. Sunny. Wind from the Southeast......
I’m the Central wizard Cain.
Formerly captain of the Order of Knights, currently one of the sage’s wizards.
After fighting in the last battle against the < Great Catastrophe >, I haven’t been able to see anyone without touching them.
Except for one person.
......Okay. That should be enough for now. Time to head out.
✦✧☾✧✦
Yesterday night, Akira, our Sage, entrusted me with a sage’s manual.
The official story is that I’m the journal-keeper, keeping track of what everyone is doing......
But the real assignment is the role of commanding officer.
I’m happy Akira chose to rely on me.
Writing reports isn't my strong point, but I’ll try my best.
On my honor as a knight (well, they stripped me of my title, but).
✦✧☾✧✦
Riquet: Good morning, Cain.
Mitile: Good morning, Mister Cain.
Cain: Morning!
I hold my hand up at Riquet and Mitile’s voices.
I feel the sensation of their soft fingers, and hear the sound of hands clapping.
That’s when the two of them snap into view before me.
It’s always a really strange experience.
Standing in the garden bathed in the bright morning sun, Mitile frowns and pouts while one of Riquet’s cheeks puffs out.
I hear rolling sounds as the lump in Riquet’s cheek moves from right to left. Maybe it’s candy?
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8.5 In Order to Become Somebody
Mitile: I hear the Central wizards are going to Western Country to look for the wizard Nova?
You guys got such a big assignment. I’m a little jealous......
Riquet: Why?
Mitile: I wanted to see everyone teach Nova a lesson for bullying my brother......
It might sound self-righteous and harsh, but he basically means punishment.
Mitile is a kind and serious boy. He listens to what the adults say, and takes care to follow the rules.
Because he believes it’s for the good of everyone.
That’s why he thinks that people who break the rules and cause trouble for others should be arrested and punished......
From Mitile’s point of view, discipline functions as both kindness and justice.
I felt the same way when I was younger. I believed in the kindness and justice guiding the rules that protect the world.
But I’m no longer so sure.
You see, the man I looked up to as a hero turned out to be a villain who almost destroyed the world.
Cain: We’re just there to investigate for now. Forget teaching him a lesson, we don’t even know if we’ll find him.
Riquet: He was disguised as Mithra when we met him.
Mitile: But no matter how strong he is, you’ll still beat him because Sir Oz is the world’s strongest wizard and he’ll be with you, right?
Cain: I hope so. Oz might be invincible, but he still can’t use magic once night falls.
I can’t say how we’re going to fight against Nova if we encounter him at night.
We should discuss with the Western wizards and lay out our strategies beforehand.
Riquet: You’re right. Anything can happen, after all.
Riquet responds with alacrity.
Before I can remark on how mature Riquet sounds, Mitile exclaims admiringly.
Mitile: That was such a cool exchange...... You’re so grown up, Riquet.
Riquet: Hehe, I know.
Mitile: Everyone in Southern Country still treats me like a kid.
Our task from Sir Sage doesn’t seem that important to saving the world either......
Riquet: The Southern wizards are building the Wizards’ House in the Central marketplace, right?
Mitile: Yes, we are.
The Wizards’ House refers to a facility that will serve as a base of operations for the Southern wizards, approved by Prince Vincent.
Apparently it’s a token of goodwill from the Central citizens after they helped with the restoration of the capital.
Cain: Establishing the Wizards’ House is an important task that only the Southern Wizards can carry out.
If the townspeople grow fond of wizards through your efforts, Mitile, it’ll smooth the way for all the other things we get to do.
Mitile: ......I know. Dr. Figaro said the same thing......
I smile at the dejected look on Mitile’s face.
I understand how he feels. He’s impatient to test his strength.
He’s fearlessly and single-mindedly trying to become something — someone — more. I like that part of Mitile.
I was just like him; I admired swordsmen, and spent my days thinking of nothing but practicing with the sword.
It’s not like I was looking for fame: I just wanted to know how far I could go.
I worked hard and chased after my heroes, accepting praise and criticism all the same, overcoming my own fears and regrets, and then.......
I made a fatal mistake.
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8.6 To Put an End to these Feelings
Cain: Don’t worry. This is the time for you to train yourself up. Your turn will come, Mitile.
I place a hand on Mitile’s shoulder and grin encouragingly.
Mitile steadily returns my gaze, hanging onto my words.
Mitile: Do you mean it?
Cain: Of course. I know how friendly and hard-working you are, Mitile. You’re going to be a huge help to many people.
Besides, defeating an enemy isn’t the be-all end-all.
Figaro and Rutile save me every time I get injured. Don’t you think they’re cool?
Mitile: Yes, they’re cool......
Cain: And your potions, too. Thanks, Mitile.
Mitile: ......Y-You’re welcome!
Mitile nods vigorously with a bright smile. A determined gleam has returned to his gaze, previously anxious.
I’m glad to see Mitile’s smile back.
We part ways with Mitile after a while, and Riquet and I head towards the tower.
The plan dictates that we head to the capital of Western Country with the Western wizards.
Our task is to investigate Nicholas’ tracks in Western Country and uncover his connection to Nova.
Defeating Nova will take me one step closer to properly mourning Nicholas’ death.
Riquet: What’s wrong?
Cain: What do you mean?
Riquet points between his own brows.
Riquet: Your eyebrows are all scrunched up. It makes you look angry, like Oz.
Cain: You’re really paying attention...... I was thinking about a friend who died.
Riquet: Was it someone you disliked?
Cain: No, I really liked him. But, I guess he......
I guess he hated me.
I know my brows will scrunch up again if I say that. Forget it.
My feelings towards Nicholas are complicated. Whenever I think about him, it feels like there’s a rock lodged in the back of my throat.
Nicholas was most likely manipulated, and died at Nova’s hands.
If we track down Nova, I can put an end to my bitter feelings about Nicholas.
Cain: (Nicholas. We’ll avenge you.)
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......Or so I thought, but our departure was derailed by unexpected trouble.
Arthur: Sir Oz, please hold your temper!
Riquet: You shouldn’t be short-tempered, Oz.
Faust: That’s right. Shylock is our comrade.
Oz: .........
Everyone is busy trying to pacify Oz, who’s already conjured his staff in fury.
The Western wizards, for their part, are doing the same for Shylock.
Chloe: Sh-Shylock!? What are you doing to Sir Oz!?
Rustica: Um, well, I know this might be unwarranted advice, but.....
Maybe you should avoid blowing smoke in people’s faces?
Murr: Ahahaha! Ahahahaha!
Shylock: Phew.....
Murr: Woah! Ahahaha!
Nero: Uh. Yeah. Like. So I think we should go along with Shylock’s request and....
Shylock: I haven’t requested anything.
Nero: Um, just as Shylock said, I think we should head out tomorrow.
Mr. Faust, I think the East should do the same. Like, you know, with the weather being the way it is and all....
Oz: Want me to change it?
Nero: No. No thanks, I think we’re totally good on that front.....
Arthur: Sir Oz. Shylock wouldn’t act like that without good reason.
Do you have any inkling as to why he would......
Oz: No.
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8.7 An Unforgettable Secret
Shylock: Of course you wouldn’t.
Murr: Ahahaha! .....Woah!
Heathcliff: Uh, I’d like to leave tomorrow as well! I left something behind and.....
Shino: I’ll go back and get it for you. Come on, let’s head out as soon as we can. This is our chance to hunt down some fierce enemies.
And so, everyone makes a racket talking over each other.
I raise my voice to settle the matter.
Cain: Let’s leave tomorrow! We wizards use magic with our hearts. We won’t get anything done if our hearts aren’t in it.
Like Shylock said, there’s no point in forcing ourselves until we’ve regained our spirits.
Right, Oz?
I clap a hand on Oz’s shoulder. Faust and Nero look like they just swallowed their screams.
Well, I get how they feel. Even now, Oz glares at me with a murderous expression.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I’m no match for Oz, the world’s strongest wizard.
But he’s the man who raised Arthur.
So he should listen to reason....... I don’t want to stop believing in Oz.
Cain: Please, Oz.
Oz: .........
His red eyes continue glaring at me. It’s pretty nerve-wracking.
But then Oz puts his staff away. Sighing in relief, I clap him on the back.
Cain: Thanks.
Arthur looks similarly relieved.
He gives me a frank smile, his blue eyes crinkling up.
Arthur: Thanks, Cain.
It’s a gesture of trust like nothing else. Every time I see his smile, I’m happy and fulfilled.
Arthur is a lord worth laying down my life for. I know he’ll become a great ruler in the future.
His only flaw is his recklessness despite being the sole heir to the throne.
I asked him about it once.
Why do you have to act so recklessly?
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(Flashback)
Cain: I respect your bravery, but can you try not to put us out of a job?
Arthur: Your job? Have I ever taken it from you?
Cain: It’s our job to ensure the safety of the royal family. In an emergency, I’d like for you to stay where it’s safest.
Arthur: I’m a wizard; I have the power to protect everyone.
Cain: I’m a wizard too. Maybe I’m not as strong as you, but.......
Arthur. There is only one of you. There is no one who can replace you.
I’m not just talking about emergencies. You work too hard even in your normal duties. Any normal human would have collapsed by now.
You can slow down, you know? Wizards have all the time in the world, right? There’s no need to rush.
Once you’re an adult...... Nah, it can even wait until you’re an old geezer. You can take time to build on what you want to achieve.
Arthur: ......You’re right........
Cain: Arthur......
Arthur: ......Cain. Can you keep this a secret from Sir Oz and the others?
Cain: ......Sure. Want me to promise?
Arthur: Ahaha, that won’t be necessary.
This is neither a prophecy, nor do I have any proof. It’s just, somehow, a feeling that I have......
I don’t think I’m going to live for long.
Cain: ............
Why would you–.......There’s no way, right?
Are you sick?
Arthur: No......
Cain: Then there’s nothing to worry about. Or do you have so little faith in our ability to protect you?
I’m your shield: I’ll protect you from any enemy or catastrophe.
Arthur: You’re right, Cain...... Sorry for saying such a strange thing.
Please forget it. I’ll try my best to avoid putting myself in danger.
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8.8 Innocence and Danger
Maybe it’s because of his unusual childhood, but Arthur has always seemed uncomfortable at the palace despite his lineage.
With his strong magic, he’s always the first to rush into danger.
He’s my lord; I’m proud of his bravery, but I’m worried for him.
I’m scared of the day when he sacrifices himself for someone else’s sake.
Besides, I have a feeling that Arthur’s careless disregard of his own life comes down to Oz.
Cain: (I know that he’s not a bad guy, but.......)
(He’s truly terrifying.)
Arthur says Oz is kind. I have a slightly different opinion.
There are both kind and terrifying sides to him.
I’m well aware that he’s capable of dominating others with his overwhelming magic.
So the reason for Arthur’s single-minded determination to live for his people and for wizards......
It’s like he’s trying to whitewash over Oz’s atrocities with his own good deeds.
Arthur: Since we’re to depart tomorrow, I’ll return to the castle to finish up some remaining duties.
Cain: Want me to go with you?
Arthur: It’s all right. Please look after Sir Oz and Riquet.
Look after the world’s strongest wizard, he says. It almost sounds like a joke.
I glance up at Oz with an amused shrug.
Cain: Hear that? Guess I have to look after you then.
Oz: .............
Oz doesn’t get the joke.
In addition, Riquet makes sure to remind me.
Riquet: Arthur told you to look after me too. Don’t forget to do your job properly, Cain.
And so we delay our departure until tomorrow. Well, there’s days like this every now and then.
After telling the Western wizards we should meet and discuss tomorrow’s trip later, we break up the meeting.
✦✧☾✧✦
The incident happens later that same afternoon.
Riquet: ......Yes. You’re doing great. That’s perfect.
While walking through the courtyard, I hear Riquet’s voice. I absently turn around, assuming that he’s playing with Mitile.
Instead, I freeze at the sight before me.
Because Owen is sitting opposite Riquet.
Owen: Wow! Thanks.
Next to a blooming flower bed, a docile Owen wears an innocent smile as he sits on the ground.
I know right away from his childish aura: it’s Owen’s injury from the < Great Catastrophe >.
As a result of the last battle, Owen occasionally behaves like a child.
Panic washes over me. The childlike Owen might appear innocent, but he’s even more dangerous than the usual Owen.
In truth, I once nearly got myself killed angering this Owen.
Worried about Riquet, I yell without thinking.
Cain: Riquet!
Owen: ..........
Riquet and Owen turn around, startled.
Owen blankly gazes at me, his expression guileless.
Riquet: What is it, Cain? You yelled out of nowhere.
I grimace at the scolding note in Riquet’s voice. I hurry to where they are.
Cain: Um, actually...... Why don’t you go play inside?
Riquet: Why?
Cain: I have business with Owen. .......What were you two doing?
From the corner of my eye, I see Owen gazing up at me, his mouth still hanging open.
Owen: ......Sir Knight......
Riquet: I saw Owen digging up the ground. I came over to tell him off in case he was bullying the worms, but......
He was just collecting fallen petals and burying them. It looked fun, so I thought I’d help him.......
Cain: I see.
Owen: Yes.......
Owen nods, bobbing his head. Maybe it’s because I raised my voice, but he looks anxious.
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8.9 Speaking to a Mirror
I carefully reach out to touch his arm, keeping my smile steady as I pat him coaxingly.
Cain: Hey, now it’s our turn to chat. Can we?
Owen: ....Okay.....
Riquet: Did you and Owen get close?
Cain: Umm. Well, I guess.....
Riquet: Playing in the grass puts him in a good mood. I like him today.
Owen: I like Riquet too....
Owen laughs, a honey-sweet smile baked into his lips. It’s weird seeing him with an expression like that.
Cain: Okay then, Riquet. Can you head out that way and leave us for now?
Riquet: You can’t just tell me to head out like that. That’s rude.
Owen: But what about Riquet....?
Cain: Riquet is busy.
Riquet: I am most certainly not.
Cain: ........ Hey, you should play with me today, not Riquet. Look, it’s Sir Knight.
Owen: Sir Knight.....
Owen gazes at me, his cheeks blushing red. Looks like he’s finally relaxing.
I wave at Riquet as he walks away, but the weight of his suspicious stare lingers.
Cain: (Whew...... If he had released Cerberus, Riquet would’ve been dead meat.)
(Still, it’s not like that was entirely his fault......)
I steal a glance at Owen. Last time we met, he was furious and tried to kill me: it seems like the Owen in front of me has no memory of it.
Or maybe he does, but I don’t want to make him mad by bringing it up.
I might die for real this time around.
Cain: Hey. You had fun playing with Riquet, right?
Owen: ......Yep.......
His innocent, guileless eyes, mismatched red and gold, are turned towards me.
They’re the same as my own: staring into his eyes, it feels like I’m looking into a mirror.
The wind sends the petals dancing through the air. I can’t get used to seeing Owen without his face twisted by a faint smirk.
Is the Owen before me right now the Owen of his childhood?
Owen: ...What should we do?
Cain: Let’s see.... What do you like to do?
Owen: ....I don’t know.....
Owen looks down, timidly picking away his fingernails.
There’s simply no tension in the air: I can even observe the shadows cast by his eyelashes.
Cain: Do you like chatting?
Owen: A little bit.
Cain: Okay. Can I ask you about yourself, Owen?
Owen: ....Yeah.....
Owen responds hesitantly. He’s like a lost child.
He looks up at me, scanning my expressions. This Owen wants me to love him.
Not wanting to scare him, I speak in a calm and collected voice.
Cain: Do you have any family?
Owen: ....I don’t know.....
Cain: I see.... Where did you live?
Owen: ....I don’t know.... Somewhere dark......
Cain: I see.... You mentioned that before.... You poor thing.
Owen looks up at me.
I recall what Owen told me once.
He was waiting for someone in a dark, dark room. He was a good boy who waited for a long, long time.
And yet nothing came.
Cain: ......!
That’s when Owen grabs my arm.
Alarmed, I swallow my breath. His dirt-stained fingertips leave wet marks on my sleeve.
Owen gazes at me with a bashful smile, filled with happiness.
Owen: But you came for me, Sir Knight.
I’m surprised. Because Owen looks like a sweet, shy young man when he smiles like this.
I’m almost entranced into believing he’s actually an old friend who I’ve known for years.
The clouds cover the sun and drop silver shadows over us.
Owen freezes.
Cain: .........
I know exactly what’s going to happen next. One by one, I peel off the fingers that Owen has wrapped around my wrist.
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8.10 Choose, Sir Knight
Owen blinks at me, once, then twice.
He looks surprised, before his eyes twist with displeasure.
Owen: ............
Tsk.......
Cain: Is that you, Owen? So you’re back.
Owen: Ugh, not again...... This really pisses me off.
Cain: Hang on. I have something important to say to you.
Owen: Something important?
Cain: It’s about your injury. I think it’s about time we tell the others.
Owen levels a glare filled with murderous rage at me.
Owen: What are you on about?
Cain: Just now, the little you was talking to Riquet. If Cerberus attacked him, Riquet could’ve been in serious danger.
Owen: Who cares.
Cain: It’d be better for you too! You regretted it when I got badly hurt, right?
Owen: Hah?
Cain: If Riquet, Mitile, or Chloe get hurt while you’re not in control, I’m sure you’d feel......
Owen stands up, cutting me off.
There’s a furious gleam in his eyes, narrowed into flinty slits.
Owen: Whatever. I don’t care who turns into stone.
Cain: Owen!
Owen: Shut up! Why are you telling me?
If you want everyone to know, then just go ahead and spread the word. Why are you even asking me?
Cain: You said it yourself when you saved Heath.
Owen: Huh? When?
Cain: Remember when you put Heath to sleep after he turned into a black beast? That’s when.
You asked us not to tell anyone about the little you.
Owen curls his lips into a full sneer, raising his eyebrows. It’s a first-rate expression.
Almost makes me want to title it "The Face Owen Makes When He is Fed Up With People and Has Decided to Mock Them" and hang it up on my wall.
Owen: Hah? So what?
That’s why you want my permission?
I’m terrified, but I try my best to frankly explain my feelings.
Cain: You helped us back then. It would be disloyal to betray your trust.
Owen smiles lopsidedly. His eyes narrow provocatively, and he bursts out in crude laughter.
I grimace. I’m over it. Why does he have to make faces like that?
Until a moment ago, his smile was so innocent it could have been painted on the portrait of a saint.
Owen: I see..... So Sir Knight is worried about loyalty.
You’d even treat someone like me fairly. I’d expect nothing less of the justice-loving Central wizards.
Cain: ....... If you understand......
Looking down at me, Owen laughs gleefully.
Owen: Haha...... I won’t give you permission. You choose, Sir Knight.
Cain: Me......?
Owen: Will you turn your back on me, and go around telling everyone about my injury from the < Great Catastrophe >?
Or will you protect someone here from ending up as a snack for Cerberus one day?
Which is your justice, Sir Knight?
I’m at a loss for words.
Owen laughs scornfully at my silence. He purrs, clearly in high spirits.
Owen: Haha......
Well, there you have it. Show me how you’re going to stay true to your justice, your loyalty, or whatever it is you care to call it.
Do I honor my debt to Owen?
Or do I protect my friends from the possibility of getting hurt?
Normally, it’d be more important to protect my friends’ lives.
I should betray Owen — walk away right now and tell everyone about his injury.
Cain: (I know that. And yet.......)
I get the feeling Owen wants me to betray him.
Owen: So, how long can you keep acting like some messenger of justice?
Owen grabs my chin.
Owen: Hey, come on, make your choice. What’ll it be?
My kind, kind Sir Knight.
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Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9
Chapter 7 << | index | >> Chapter 9
Chapter 8: Before Departure
8.1 Drawing Back the Outstretched Arm
8.2 Why Do You Call My Name?
8.3 Protection and Control
8.4 Cain’s Manual
8.5 In Order to Become Somebody
8.6 To Put an End to these Feelings
8.7 An Unforgettable Secret
8.8 Innocence and Danger
8.9 Speaking to a Mirror
8.10 Choose, Sir Knight
8.1 Drawing Back the Outstretched Arm
The little sacri-something (I forget its full name) I received from Snow and White moves about strangely.
Sometimes it crawls across the floor, and sometimes it floats through the air to perch on my shoulder like a bird.
It’s never meowed, but it occasionally produces strings of "ni ni ni" sounds? — noises? — that resemble Snow and White’s voices.
I catch it staring at me, gazing out beyond the windowpane, or screwing up its eyes sleepily.
Its glittering, little round marbles of eyes......Honestly, it’s super adorable.
But I don’t pick the sacri-something up in my arms, nor do I pat and caress it.
It doesn’t seem to require any food, so I haven’t fed it anything either.
Akira: (It’s a magical familiar....... The twins said it was a substitute for me.)
(It’s not a cat, and definitely not a pet. It’ll disappear if anything goes wrong, and it’s nothing more than an illusion conjured by magic.)
(I’ve always dreamed of having a cat.)
(But this isn’t a cat.)
Steeling myself, I turn to walk out of the room.
Immediately, the little sacri-something leaps up and trots along behind me.
Its tail sways to and fro as its fluffy fur rustles softly.
Akira: (Cuuute........ No, no, I can’t fall for it......)
I can barely stand not reaching out to pat it. I’m so glad I don’t have my smartphone with me. Otherwise, I’m sure I’d be taking heaps of pictures.
I feel restless pinpricks every time I make myself look away from the little sacri-something.
Right now, my heart is a door slammed shut to keep out the gentle rain.
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I make my way towards the tower in the magic headquarters with the little sacri-something.
It’s what we decided at the meeting the other day.
The Central wizards and the Western wizards will head to the capital of Western Country.
The Eastern wizards will make for the City of Rain in Eastern Country.
The Northern wizards are on standby in case of emergency.
And the Southern wizards will continue their service in Central Country.
Today, my plan is to accompany the Central wizards and the Western wizards on their trip to Western Country.
I might even run into the Eastern wizards before they leave for their country in the morning.
I occupy myself with such musings as I walk towards the tower. But then......
Akira: Huh......? Why is everyone coming back?
The wizards are walking away from the tower in droves, as if they’ve come back to retrieve something they forgot.
Shino: Sage, what is that thing? A familiar?
Akira: That’s right. I got it from the twins....
Heathcliff: Wow. How kind of them to make it like a cat — after all, you do love cats.
Are you going to be giving orders to this familiar?
Heathcliff asks with a kind smile. I furrow my brows just a little.
Akira: I don’t think I can control it. They told me it would serve as my substitute if something happens....
Heathcliff: Substitute....
With that one word, Heathcliff seems to process the situation. A heavy expression clouds his face as he falls silent.
Because he understands more than anyone else the stress of having your favorite person ready to step in and protect you at any time.
Shino casually places his hand on Heathcliff’s shoulder.
Shino: Same job as me, huh?
Heathcliff: .........
Heathcliff shoots Shino a fierce, piercing gaze. For some reason, Shino looks really pleased with himself.
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8.2 Why Do You Call My Name?
Nero’s leisurely voice quells the explosive tension in the air.
Nero: Mister Sage. Shylock said make it tomorrow. Oh? What’s this, a familiar?
Akira: Huh?
Nero: Oh, sorry. He said let’s depart tomorrow.
Nero looks a bit troubled. Murr pokes his head out from behind him, laughing gaily.
Murr: Shylock blew right into Oz’s face! It was so entertaining!
Akira: I’m sorry, he did what?
Murr: He blew smoke! And Oz was like, ugh!
Murr giggles and somersaults into the air. Is he saying that Shylock blew smoke into Oz’s face?
Nero tries to offer some clarity and reassurance.
Nero: Don’t worry. We thought all hell was about to break loose, but Mister Prince and Mister Knight and the guys from the West and our Mr. Faust managed to placate them....
Akira: What in the world happened?
Nero: Well, in one sense, nothing happened at all.
Heathcliff: Shylock simply said he wanted to leave another day.
He said he was hurt, because something horrible had happened to him; that he didn’t want to force himself to work on a day like this... How exactly did he phrase it again?
Shino: He said he was pampering himself.
Heathcliff: That’s right. He said that otherwise, he would flat-out stop caring about Nova and saving the world.
Shino: But Oz said he wanted to get going now.
Murr: And that’s when Shylock smiled and blew in Oz’s face!
Nero: Mr. Faust and I... And even Mister Bridegroom went white as ghosts.
I think about what happened the other day, when Shylock’s heart burst into flames because of his bizarre injury.
Shylock said, "My pleasure and pain are my own.... Do not steal anything from me."
Yet Oz stole his consciousness without batting an eye.
That’s probably what he’s talking about.
I can imagine the scene: Shylock, flashing his graceful smile, his eyebrows raised as he blows smoke into Oz’s face.
And Oz, who takes a few seconds to process what happened before erupting in fury.
Akira: (Shylock.... Is always so reasonable....)
(But he’s exactly like Murr when you threaten his personal rules and sensibilities: he fears nobody, not even Oz.)
And, er.... Was everyone all right?
Shino: Well, for now. Chloe and the others escorted Shylock away, and the Central guys took care of Oz.
But now we’re set to leave tomorrow.
Akira: I understand... Well then, please take it easy today.
Shino: Yeah.
Murr approaches me as everyone disbands.
He flips through the air and plays with sacri-something, who is also floating around freely.
Murr: You got a sacrificium from the twins, huh! Nya~!
Sacri-something opens its mouth — it looks like it’s copying Murr.
It has no voice, but it opens its mouth as wide as it can, like a kitty that has just learned to meow.
Murr: Sir Sage, you love cats, right?
Akira: Yes, I do.....
Murr: But you won’t give it a name?
Murr laughs playfully as he hangs upside-down and strokes sacri-something’s forehead.
A breeze dances through the trees as the gentle morning sun washes over us.
A creature without a name, a wizard with a shattered soul, and a visitor from some far-away world stand in the sunlight shining in from above.
Akira: ....Because I heard it would be my substitute.
I feel like it might disappear in the blink of an eye....
I’m afraid of growing attached because I might have to say goodbye so soon.
That’s why... I’m not naming it.
I smile bitterly.
Murr continues to hang upside-down as he gazes at me.
He narrows his brilliant green eyes, more mesmerizing than the leaves bathed in the morning rays.
They’re soft and filled with warmth; he’s looking at me like I’m his close friend.
Murr: We feel the same, Akira.
His melancholy tone takes my breath away. I suddenly realize what he’s saying.
Wizards, who live long, long lives.
How do I look in their eyes?
Even if they grow attached to me and open their hearts to me, they know that we will soon say goodbye.
Then why do they still call my name?
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8.3 Protection and Control
Akira: ............
Mithra: What’s the matter, Sir Sage?
Later that afternoon, I stare absentmindedly at the forest from where I’m perched on a tree stump. I barely notice Mithra appearing by my side.
He takes a seat on the stump, which seems too cramped for him, before peering into my face.
The moment he catches sight of the little sacri-something, his face scrunches up in distaste.
Mithra: Ah, it’s a sacrificium.
He swats it away as if it were a bug. I rush to defend the creature.
Akira: P-Please stop. Why are you treating it like that?
Mithra: Isn’t it the twins’ familiar?
Akira: Snow and White gave it to me as protection against danger.......
Mithra: Well, I suppose that’s true enough. But being under their protection is the same as submitting to their control.
Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, being forced into the twins’ territory?
Although Mithra seems disgusted, I don’t feel any particular resistance, since I’ve lived all my life protected under the laws of my country.
Akira: (I guess it’s basically like being part of a country’s or community’s territory......)
It’s not like I’ve never felt dissatisfied or restricted, but as long as I accept the lot I receive and do as I’m told......
Then I can live with a relative degree of safety and freedom.
I do get tired of dealing with people and yearn for isolation, but it’s impossible to live divorced from society.
There’s no way I can discard the protection and bonds woven through my life and survive on my own strength.
Akira: No, I’m fine with it. The twins might be scary sometimes, but they’re always kind to me......
This world is pretty dangerous, so it makes me feel safe knowing that someone out there is watching over me......
Besides, my solitary room has become home to a cat-like creature.
I swallow my last thought and fall silent. Mithra glares at the little sacri-something with displeasure.
Mithra: Humans are foolish beings with no pride. Why do you need that thing around when you have me?
The little sacri-something seems wary of Mithra as it prowls restlessly around me.
Am I just imagining it, or is its fur puffing up?
Mithra: Are you listening?
Akira: Ah, yes. I’m listening. You can make something like this too, Mithra?
Mithra: Obviously.
Akira: How do you make one?
Mithra: You capture a spirit possessing the suitable temperament, bind it as your familiar, and then set it to do your bidding.
Akira: Um...... Does that mean it’s alive......?
Mithra: Well, if you think the spirits are alive, then I suppose familiars are too?
Akira: (So it is alive.....)
The twins said it would be my substitute in times of danger, so what happens after it takes my place?
Mithra: Nothing. It will simply disappear if it encounters an attack that surpasses its protective capacity.
Akira: (It’s just as I feared......)
Mithra: Anything wrong with that?
Akira: Oh, it’s nothing. Would you ever make something like this for Rutile and Mitile?
Mithra: That won’t be necessary. Forget the creature: I’ll run to their sides the very second I discover they’re in any danger.
That’s true. Mithra’s magic allows him to transverse space.
His eyes downcast, Mithra strokes his chin contemplatively.
Mithra: ......But you have a point. It’s about time I get serious about my preparations.
Mithra continues murmuring to himself as he stands.
He stuffs his hand into his pocket while casting a haughty look down at the little sacri-something.
Mithra: Make sure you don’t let that creature into your bed.
I can’t sleep in a place reeking of the twins’ presence.
I blush as I retort.
Akira: I’m not treating it like a pet. I know where to draw the line.
Mithra: If you say so.
Mithra says this before disappearing.
The little sacri-something relaxes its wary stance, its tiny back curling in an arch.
It pads over to sit in the space Mithra vacated, its eyes closing sleepily.
Its tongue peeks out from the relaxed curve of its mouth.
Akira: (C..... Cute.......)
As I wrestle to resist its charm, I hear sounds from somewhere closeby.
I see figures standing in the courtyard in the distance.
It is Cain and Owen.
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8.4 Cain’s Manual
Cain: ......All right, all packed.
Ah...... What do I do with the sage’s manual?
I don’t know when we’ll get back from Western Country...... Better to bring it along just in case.
Journal-keeper, huh...... I’ve always been bad at writing things down.
I should write something before I forget.
Central Country, at the magic headquarters. Sunny. Wind from the Southeast......
I’m the Central wizard Cain.
Formerly captain of the Order of Knights, currently one of the sage’s wizards.
After fighting in the last battle against the < Great Catastrophe >, I haven’t been able to see anyone without touching them.
Except for one person.
......Okay. That should be enough for now. Time to head out.
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Yesterday night, Akira, our Sage, entrusted me with a sage’s manual.
The official story is that I’m the journal-keeper, keeping track of what everyone is doing......
But the real assignment is the role of commanding officer.
I’m happy Akira chose to rely on me.
Writing reports isn't my strong point, but I’ll try my best.
On my honor as a knight (well, they stripped me of my title, but).
✦✧☾✧✦
Riquet: Good morning, Cain.
Mitile: Good morning, Mister Cain.
Cain: Morning!
I hold my hand up at Riquet and Mitile’s voices.
I feel the sensation of their soft fingers, and hear the sound of hands clapping.
That’s when the two of them snap into view before me.
It’s always a really strange experience.
Standing in the garden bathed in the bright morning sun, Mitile frowns and pouts while one of Riquet’s cheeks puffs out.
I hear rolling sounds as the lump in Riquet’s cheek moves from right to left. Maybe it’s candy?
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8.5 In Order to Become Somebody
Mitile: I hear the Central wizards are going to Western Country to look for the wizard Nova?
You guys got such a big assignment. I’m a little jealous......
Riquet: Why?
Mitile: I wanted to see everyone teach Nova a lesson for bullying my brother......
It might sound self-righteous and harsh, but he basically means punishment.
Mitile is a kind and serious boy. He listens to what the adults say, and takes care to follow the rules.
Because he believes it’s for the good of everyone.
That’s why he thinks that people who break the rules and cause trouble for others should be arrested and punished......
From Mitile’s point of view, discipline functions as both kindness and justice.
I felt the same way when I was younger. I believed in the kindness and justice guiding the rules that protect the world.
But I’m no longer so sure.
You see, the man I looked up to as a hero turned out to be a villain who almost destroyed the world.
Cain: We’re just there to investigate for now. Forget teaching him a lesson, we don’t even know if we’ll find him.
Riquet: He was disguised as Mithra when we met him.
Mitile: But no matter how strong he is, you’ll still beat him because Sir Oz is the world’s strongest wizard and he’ll be with you, right?
Cain: I hope so. Oz might be invincible, but he still can’t use magic once night falls.
I can’t say how we’re going to fight against Nova if we encounter him at night.
We should discuss with the Western wizards and lay out our strategies beforehand.
Riquet: You’re right. Anything can happen, after all.
Riquet responds with alacrity.
Before I can remark on how mature Riquet sounds, Mitile exclaims admiringly.
Mitile: That was such a cool exchange...... You’re so grown up, Riquet.
Riquet: Hehe, I know.
Mitile: Everyone in Southern Country still treats me like a kid.
Our task from Sir Sage doesn’t seem that important to saving the world either......
Riquet: The Southern wizards are building the Wizards’ House in the Central marketplace, right?
Mitile: Yes, we are.
The Wizards’ House refers to a facility that will serve as a base of operations for the Southern wizards, approved by Prince Vincent.
Apparently it’s a token of goodwill from the Central citizens after they helped with the restoration of the capital.
Cain: Establishing the Wizards’ House is an important task that only the Southern Wizards can carry out.
If the townspeople grow fond of wizards through your efforts, Mitile, it’ll smooth the way for all the other things we get to do.
Mitile: ......I know. Dr. Figaro said the same thing......
I smile at the dejected look on Mitile’s face.
I understand how he feels. He’s impatient to test his strength.
He’s fearlessly and single-mindedly trying to become something — someone — more. I like that part of Mitile.
I was just like him; I admired swordsmen, and spent my days thinking of nothing but practicing with the sword.
It’s not like I was looking for fame: I just wanted to know how far I could go.
I worked hard and chased after my heroes, accepting praise and criticism all the same, overcoming my own fears and regrets, and then.......
I made a fatal mistake.
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8.6 To Put an End to these Feelings
Cain: Don’t worry. This is the time for you to train yourself up. Your turn will come, Mitile.
I place a hand on Mitile’s shoulder and grin encouragingly.
Mitile steadily returns my gaze, hanging onto my words.
Mitile: Do you mean it?
Cain: Of course. I know how friendly and hard-working you are, Mitile. You’re going to be a huge help to many people.
Besides, defeating an enemy isn’t the be-all end-all.
Figaro and Rutile save me every time I get injured. Don’t you think they’re cool?
Mitile: Yes, they’re cool......
Cain: And your potions, too. Thanks, Mitile.
Mitile: ......Y-You’re welcome!
Mitile nods vigorously with a bright smile. A determined gleam has returned to his gaze, previously anxious.
I’m glad to see Mitile’s smile back.
We part ways with Mitile after a while, and Riquet and I head towards the tower.
The plan dictates that we head to the capital of Western Country with the Western wizards.
Our task is to investigate Nicholas’ tracks in Western Country and uncover his connection to Nova.
Defeating Nova will take me one step closer to properly mourning Nicholas’ death.
Riquet: What’s wrong?
Cain: What do you mean?
Riquet points between his own brows.
Riquet: Your eyebrows are all scrunched up. It makes you look angry, like Oz.
Cain: You’re really paying attention...... I was thinking about a friend who died.
Riquet: Was it someone you disliked?
Cain: No, I really liked him. But, I guess he......
I guess he hated me.
I know my brows will scrunch up again if I say that. Forget it.
My feelings towards Nicholas are complicated. Whenever I think about him, it feels like there’s a rock lodged in the back of my throat.
Nicholas was most likely manipulated, and died at Nova’s hands.
If we track down Nova, I can put an end to my bitter feelings about Nicholas.
Cain: (Nicholas. We’ll avenge you.)
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......Or so I thought, but our departure was derailed by unexpected trouble.
Arthur: Sir Oz, please hold your temper!
Riquet: You shouldn’t be short-tempered, Oz.
Faust: That’s right. Shylock is our comrade.
Oz: .........
Everyone is busy trying to pacify Oz, who’s already conjured his staff in fury.
The Western wizards, for their part, are doing the same for Shylock.
Chloe: Sh-Shylock!? What are you doing to Sir Oz!?
Rustica: Um, well, I know this might be unwarranted advice, but.....
Maybe you should avoid blowing smoke in people’s faces?
Murr: Ahahaha! Ahahahaha!
Shylock: Phew.....
Murr: Woah! Ahahaha!
Nero: Uh. Yeah. Like. So I think we should go along with Shylock’s request and....
Shylock: I haven’t requested anything.
Nero: Um, just as Shylock said, I think we should head out tomorrow.
Mr. Faust, I think the East should do the same. Like, you know, with the weather being the way it is and all....
Oz: Want me to change it?
Nero: No. No thanks, I think we’re totally good on that front.....
Arthur: Sir Oz. Shylock wouldn’t act like that without good reason.
Do you have any inkling as to why he would......
Oz: No.
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8.7 An Unforgettable Secret
Shylock: Of course you wouldn’t.
Murr: Ahahaha! .....Woah!
Heathcliff: Uh, I’d like to leave tomorrow as well! I left something behind and.....
Shino: I’ll go back and get it for you. Come on, let’s head out as soon as we can. This is our chance to hunt down some fierce enemies.
And so, everyone makes a racket talking over each other.
I raise my voice to settle the matter.
Cain: Let’s leave tomorrow! We wizards use magic with our hearts. We won’t get anything done if our hearts aren’t in it.
Like Shylock said, there’s no point in forcing ourselves until we’ve regained our spirits.
Right, Oz?
I clap a hand on Oz’s shoulder. Faust and Nero look like they just swallowed their screams.
Well, I get how they feel. Even now, Oz glares at me with a murderous expression.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I’m no match for Oz, the world’s strongest wizard.
But he’s the man who raised Arthur.
So he should listen to reason....... I don’t want to stop believing in Oz.
Cain: Please, Oz.
Oz: .........
His red eyes continue glaring at me. It’s pretty nerve-wracking.
But then Oz puts his staff away. Sighing in relief, I clap him on the back.
Cain: Thanks.
Arthur looks similarly relieved.
He gives me a frank smile, his blue eyes crinkling up.
Arthur: Thanks, Cain.
It’s a gesture of trust like nothing else. Every time I see his smile, I’m happy and fulfilled.
Arthur is a lord worth laying down my life for. I know he’ll become a great ruler in the future.
His only flaw is his recklessness despite being the sole heir to the throne.
I asked him about it once.
Why do you have to act so recklessly?
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(Flashback)
Cain: I respect your bravery, but can you try not to put us out of a job?
Arthur: Your job? Have I ever taken it from you?
Cain: It’s our job to ensure the safety of the royal family. In an emergency, I’d like for you to stay where it’s safest.
Arthur: I’m a wizard; I have the power to protect everyone.
Cain: I’m a wizard too. Maybe I’m not as strong as you, but.......
Arthur. There is only one of you. There is no one who can replace you.
I’m not just talking about emergencies. You work too hard even in your normal duties. Any normal human would have collapsed by now.
You can slow down, you know? Wizards have all the time in the world, right? There’s no need to rush.
Once you’re an adult...... Nah, it can even wait until you’re an old geezer. You can take time to build on what you want to achieve.
Arthur: ......You’re right........
Cain: Arthur......
Arthur: ......Cain. Can you keep this a secret from Sir Oz and the others?
Cain: ......Sure. Want me to promise?
Arthur: Ahaha, that won’t be necessary.
This is neither a prophecy, nor do I have any proof. It’s just, somehow, a feeling that I have......
I don’t think I’m going to live for long.
Cain: ............
Why would you–.......There’s no way, right?
Are you sick?
Arthur: No......
Cain: Then there’s nothing to worry about. Or do you have so little faith in our ability to protect you?
I’m your shield: I’ll protect you from any enemy or catastrophe.
Arthur: You’re right, Cain...... Sorry for saying such a strange thing.
Please forget it. I’ll try my best to avoid putting myself in danger.
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8.8 Innocence and Danger
Maybe it’s because of his unusual childhood, but Arthur has always seemed uncomfortable at the palace despite his lineage.
With his strong magic, he’s always the first to rush into danger.
He’s my lord; I’m proud of his bravery, but I’m worried for him.
I’m scared of the day when he sacrifices himself for someone else’s sake.
Besides, I have a feeling that Arthur’s careless disregard of his own life comes down to Oz.
Cain: (I know that he’s not a bad guy, but.......)
(He’s truly terrifying.)
Arthur says Oz is kind. I have a slightly different opinion.
There are both kind and terrifying sides to him.
I’m well aware that he’s capable of dominating others with his overwhelming magic.
So the reason for Arthur’s single-minded determination to live for his people and for wizards......
It’s like he’s trying to whitewash over Oz’s atrocities with his own good deeds.
Arthur: Since we’re to depart tomorrow, I’ll return to the castle to finish up some remaining duties.
Cain: Want me to go with you?
Arthur: It’s all right. Please look after Sir Oz and Riquet.
Look after the world’s strongest wizard, he says. It almost sounds like a joke.
I glance up at Oz with an amused shrug.
Cain: Hear that? Guess I have to look after you then.
Oz: .............
Oz doesn’t get the joke.
In addition, Riquet makes sure to remind me.
Riquet: Arthur told you to look after me too. Don’t forget to do your job properly, Cain.
And so we delay our departure until tomorrow. Well, there’s days like this every now and then.
After telling the Western wizards we should meet and discuss tomorrow’s trip later, we break up the meeting.
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The incident happens later that same afternoon.
Riquet: ......Yes. You’re doing great. That’s perfect.
While walking through the courtyard, I hear Riquet’s voice. I absently turn around, assuming that he’s playing with Mitile.
Instead, I freeze at the sight before me.
Because Owen is sitting opposite Riquet.
Owen: Wow! Thanks.
Next to a blooming flower bed, a docile Owen wears an innocent smile as he sits on the ground.
I know right away from his childish aura: it’s Owen’s injury from the < Great Catastrophe >.
As a result of the last battle, Owen occasionally behaves like a child.
Panic washes over me. The childlike Owen might appear innocent, but he’s even more dangerous than the usual Owen.
In truth, I once nearly got myself killed angering this Owen.
Worried about Riquet, I yell without thinking.
Cain: Riquet!
Owen: ..........
Riquet and Owen turn around, startled.
Owen blankly gazes at me, his expression guileless.
Riquet: What is it, Cain? You yelled out of nowhere.
I grimace at the scolding note in Riquet’s voice. I hurry to where they are.
Cain: Um, actually...... Why don’t you go play inside?
Riquet: Why?
Cain: I have business with Owen. .......What were you two doing?
From the corner of my eye, I see Owen gazing up at me, his mouth still hanging open.
Owen: ......Sir Knight......
Riquet: I saw Owen digging up the ground. I came over to tell him off in case he was bullying the worms, but......
He was just collecting fallen petals and burying them. It looked fun, so I thought I’d help him.......
Cain: I see.
Owen: Yes.......
Owen nods, bobbing his head. Maybe it’s because I raised my voice, but he looks anxious.
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8.9 Speaking to a Mirror
I carefully reach out to touch his arm, keeping my smile steady as I pat him coaxingly.
Cain: Hey, now it’s our turn to chat. Can we?
Owen: ....Okay.....
Riquet: Did you and Owen get close?
Cain: Umm. Well, I guess.....
Riquet: Playing in the grass puts him in a good mood. I like him today.
Owen: I like Riquet too....
Owen laughs, a honey-sweet smile baked into his lips. It’s weird seeing him with an expression like that.
Cain: Okay then, Riquet. Can you head out that way and leave us for now?
Riquet: You can’t just tell me to head out like that. That’s rude.
Owen: But what about Riquet....?
Cain: Riquet is busy.
Riquet: I am most certainly not.
Cain: ........ Hey, you should play with me today, not Riquet. Look, it’s Sir Knight.
Owen: Sir Knight.....
Owen gazes at me, his cheeks blushing red. Looks like he’s finally relaxing.
I wave at Riquet as he walks away, but the weight of his suspicious stare lingers.
Cain: (Whew...... If he had released Cerberus, Riquet would’ve been dead meat.)
(Still, it’s not like that was entirely his fault......)
I steal a glance at Owen. Last time we met, he was furious and tried to kill me: it seems like the Owen in front of me has no memory of it.
Or maybe he does, but I don’t want to make him mad by bringing it up.
I might die for real this time around.
Cain: Hey. You had fun playing with Riquet, right?
Owen: ......Yep.......
His innocent, guileless eyes, mismatched red and gold, are turned towards me.
They’re the same as my own: staring into his eyes, it feels like I’m looking into a mirror.
The wind sends the petals dancing through the air. I can’t get used to seeing Owen without his face twisted by a faint smirk.
Is the Owen before me right now the Owen of his childhood?
Owen: ...What should we do?
Cain: Let’s see.... What do you like to do?
Owen: ....I don’t know.....
Owen looks down, timidly picking away his fingernails.
There’s simply no tension in the air: I can even observe the shadows cast by his eyelashes.
Cain: Do you like chatting?
Owen: A little bit.
Cain: Okay. Can I ask you about yourself, Owen?
Owen: ....Yeah.....
Owen responds hesitantly. He’s like a lost child.
He looks up at me, scanning my expressions. This Owen wants me to love him.
Not wanting to scare him, I speak in a calm and collected voice.
Cain: Do you have any family?
Owen: ....I don’t know.....
Cain: I see.... Where did you live?
Owen: ....I don’t know.... Somewhere dark......
Cain: I see.... You mentioned that before.... You poor thing.
Owen looks up at me.
I recall what Owen told me once.
He was waiting for someone in a dark, dark room. He was a good boy who waited for a long, long time.
And yet nothing came.
Cain: ......!
That’s when Owen grabs my arm.
Alarmed, I swallow my breath. His dirt-stained fingertips leave wet marks on my sleeve.
Owen gazes at me with a bashful smile, filled with happiness.
Owen: But you came for me, Sir Knight.
I’m surprised. Because Owen looks like a sweet, shy young man when he smiles like this.
I’m almost entranced into believing he’s actually an old friend who I’ve known for years.
The clouds cover the sun and drop silver shadows over us.
Owen freezes.
Cain: .........
I know exactly what’s going to happen next. One by one, I peel off the fingers that Owen has wrapped around my wrist.
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8.10 Choose, Sir Knight
Owen blinks at me, once, then twice.
He looks surprised, before his eyes twist with displeasure.
Owen: ............
Tsk.......
Cain: Is that you, Owen? So you’re back.
Owen: Ugh, not again...... This really pisses me off.
Cain: Hang on. I have something important to say to you.
Owen: Something important?
Cain: It’s about your injury. I think it’s about time we tell the others.
Owen levels a glare filled with murderous rage at me.
Owen: What are you on about?
Cain: Just now, the little you was talking to Riquet. If Cerberus attacked him, Riquet could’ve been in serious danger.
Owen: Who cares.
Cain: It’d be better for you too! You regretted it when I got badly hurt, right?
Owen: Hah?
Cain: If Riquet, Mitile, or Chloe get hurt while you’re not in control, I’m sure you’d feel......
Owen stands up, cutting me off.
There’s a furious gleam in his eyes, narrowed into flinty slits.
Owen: Whatever. I don’t care who turns into stone.
Cain: Owen!
Owen: Shut up! Why are you telling me?
If you want everyone to know, then just go ahead and spread the word. Why are you even asking me?
Cain: You said it yourself when you saved Heath.
Owen: Huh? When?
Cain: Remember when you put Heath to sleep after he turned into a black beast? That’s when.
You asked us not to tell anyone about the little you.
Owen curls his lips into a full sneer, raising his eyebrows. It’s a first-rate expression.
Almost makes me want to title it "The Face Owen Makes When He is Fed Up With People and Has Decided to Mock Them" and hang it up on my wall.
Owen: Hah? So what?
That’s why you want my permission?
I’m terrified, but I try my best to frankly explain my feelings.
Cain: You helped us back then. It would be disloyal to betray your trust.
Owen smiles lopsidedly. His eyes narrow provocatively, and he bursts out in crude laughter.
I grimace. I’m over it. Why does he have to make faces like that?
Until a moment ago, his smile was so innocent it could have been painted on the portrait of a saint.
Owen: I see..... So Sir Knight is worried about loyalty.
You’d even treat someone like me fairly. I’d expect nothing less of the justice-loving Central wizards.
Cain: ....... If you understand......
Looking down at me, Owen laughs gleefully.
Owen: Haha...... I won’t give you permission. You choose, Sir Knight.
Cain: Me......?
Owen: Will you turn your back on me, and go around telling everyone about my injury from the < Great Catastrophe >?
Or will you protect someone here from ending up as a snack for Cerberus one day?
Which is your justice, Sir Knight?
I’m at a loss for words.
Owen laughs scornfully at my silence. He purrs, clearly in high spirits.
Owen: Haha......
Well, there you have it. Show me how you’re going to stay true to your justice, your loyalty, or whatever it is you care to call it.
Do I honor my debt to Owen?
Or do I protect my friends from the possibility of getting hurt?
Normally, it’d be more important to protect my friends’ lives.
I should betray Owen — walk away right now and tell everyone about his injury.
Cain: (I know that. And yet.......)
I get the feeling Owen wants me to betray him.
Owen: So, how long can you keep acting like some messenger of justice?
Owen grabs my chin.
Owen: Hey, come on, make your choice. What’ll it be?
My kind, kind Sir Knight.
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