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Prelude to the Festival and Desire | Chapter 6
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Antonio: Yes.... I saw him right after the < Great Catastrophe > attacked.
According to legend, Murr loved a good gamble.
He must be telling me to protect the palace casino for eternity.
I must protect the will of the great innovator Murr — I’ll never let you antiquated wizards turn this Heavenly Imperial Palace into some temple!
The nobles take Mister Antonio’s insults as their cue to join in ridiculing the wizards.
Noble: Spirits and temples? Why, I’d wager that even my great-grandmother didn’t believe in that nonsense.
Noble: Well, wizards are known to prefer superstition over science. Their looks might be enough to trick the ladies, but not us.
Akira: We aren’t playing tricks on you. Please hear us out. People all over the world are suffering from....
Nero: Don’t bother, Sir Sage.
Akira: Nero.....
Nero: The world is full of guys who can only believe what they can see. That’s just how it is.
Nero mumbles matter-of-factly, without a hint of frustration or sadness.
The Eastern wizards follow him as he exits the salon.
Mister Antonio bellows and raises his glass.
Antonio: Hah..... Get out of here, scram! But your show just now wasn’t half bad. Ladies and gents, why don’t we tip them for their little performance?
Noble: Ahaha! Have a silver coin! Take it and leave us alone! Come on, I know you were only showing us magic to beg for money!
Noblewoman: Oh, what a shame. You’re leaving already? Thank you for the lovely flowers, dear wizards. Please come visit to show us your tricks again!
(Clink)
Clink, clink. Silver coins shower the wizards as they leave the salon.
The smiling nobles aren’t all taunting — some are offering their genuine goodwill.
A lady with a fan comes running up to Heathcliff and tucks a necklace with a giant jewel into his palm.
Noblewoman: You’re as beautiful and lovely as the moon. Could you show me your magic next time? This is a special reward just for you.... Please accept it.
Heathcliff: ...........
Heathcliff is dumbfounded. And I know it’s because the lady’s sweet gaze contains kindness and affection — nothing else.
Shino is the one who retorts in anger.
Shino: Cut the crap. Who do you think he is? He’s the son of the great Eastern nobles, the Blanchett—....
Heathcliff: Hold it, Shino.
Heathcliff steps in to stop Shino. He closes his beautiful eyes for a moment, searching for the right words before locking eyes with the noblewoman.
She blushes from making eye contact with Heathcliff in such proximity.
Heathcliff: I cannot accept this.
Noblewoman: But why....? Is it not to your liking? Or are you being modest?
Heathcliff responds to her confusion with a sad smile and a limp shake of his head. He returns the jewel to her hands.
Heathcliff: ....I believe you are a kind person. But you will never understand how we feel.
And that makes me very sad.... So I cannot accept this gift.
Heathcliff bows and walks away. The lady’s gaze follows his back until he disappears from her sight.
Shino: You should’ve told her you’re the son of a great noble. That you’ve seen tons of jewels like that.
Heathcliff: I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t care for the jewel because I owned plenty already. I don’t know if my message got across to her, but....
.....This place.... Western Country is a little scary.......
Faust: ....Western Country is an opulent nation. You can buy anything with gold. Look at the faces of the servants and musicians.
They are all beautiful — but worn out. They’re forced to work like animals on a leash, as the nobles dangle silver coins like carrots before their eyes.
Faust’s words prompt me to take a closer look at my surroundings. The nobles seem to be enjoying themselves, but the servers are all exhausted.
Everyone seems to have forgotten about us — the party goes on as if we had never been there.
A crowd of nobles surrounds the girl I spotted earlier as she lights a fire with her fingertips.
Her mysterious spell does not impress her audience.
Noble: Oh, you. I’m tired of that little trick. Can’t you do something more grand, like the magic those wizards showed us earlier?
Girl: I.... I’m sorry.....
Akira: (Is she a wizard....?)
Chapter 5 << | index | >> Chapter 7
Antonio: Yes.... I saw him right after the < Great Catastrophe > attacked.
According to legend, Murr loved a good gamble.
He must be telling me to protect the palace casino for eternity.
I must protect the will of the great innovator Murr — I’ll never let you antiquated wizards turn this Heavenly Imperial Palace into some temple!
The nobles take Mister Antonio’s insults as their cue to join in ridiculing the wizards.
Noble: Spirits and temples? Why, I’d wager that even my great-grandmother didn’t believe in that nonsense.
Noble: Well, wizards are known to prefer superstition over science. Their looks might be enough to trick the ladies, but not us.
Akira: We aren’t playing tricks on you. Please hear us out. People all over the world are suffering from....
Nero: Don’t bother, Sir Sage.
Akira: Nero.....
Nero: The world is full of guys who can only believe what they can see. That’s just how it is.
Nero mumbles matter-of-factly, without a hint of frustration or sadness.
The Eastern wizards follow him as he exits the salon.
Mister Antonio bellows and raises his glass.
Antonio: Hah..... Get out of here, scram! But your show just now wasn’t half bad. Ladies and gents, why don’t we tip them for their little performance?
Noble: Ahaha! Have a silver coin! Take it and leave us alone! Come on, I know you were only showing us magic to beg for money!
Noblewoman: Oh, what a shame. You’re leaving already? Thank you for the lovely flowers, dear wizards. Please come visit to show us your tricks again!
(Clink)
Clink, clink. Silver coins shower the wizards as they leave the salon.
The smiling nobles aren’t all taunting — some are offering their genuine goodwill.
A lady with a fan comes running up to Heathcliff and tucks a necklace with a giant jewel into his palm.
Noblewoman: You’re as beautiful and lovely as the moon. Could you show me your magic next time? This is a special reward just for you.... Please accept it.
Heathcliff: ...........
Heathcliff is dumbfounded. And I know it’s because the lady’s sweet gaze contains kindness and affection — nothing else.
Shino is the one who retorts in anger.
Shino: Cut the crap. Who do you think he is? He’s the son of the great Eastern nobles, the Blanchett—....
Heathcliff: Hold it, Shino.
Heathcliff steps in to stop Shino. He closes his beautiful eyes for a moment, searching for the right words before locking eyes with the noblewoman.
She blushes from making eye contact with Heathcliff in such proximity.
Heathcliff: I cannot accept this.
Noblewoman: But why....? Is it not to your liking? Or are you being modest?
Heathcliff responds to her confusion with a sad smile and a limp shake of his head. He returns the jewel to her hands.
Heathcliff: ....I believe you are a kind person. But you will never understand how we feel.
And that makes me very sad.... So I cannot accept this gift.
Heathcliff bows and walks away. The lady’s gaze follows his back until he disappears from her sight.
Shino: You should’ve told her you’re the son of a great noble. That you’ve seen tons of jewels like that.
Heathcliff: I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t care for the jewel because I owned plenty already. I don’t know if my message got across to her, but....
.....This place.... Western Country is a little scary.......
Faust: ....Western Country is an opulent nation. You can buy anything with gold. Look at the faces of the servants and musicians.
They are all beautiful — but worn out. They’re forced to work like animals on a leash, as the nobles dangle silver coins like carrots before their eyes.
Faust’s words prompt me to take a closer look at my surroundings. The nobles seem to be enjoying themselves, but the servers are all exhausted.
Everyone seems to have forgotten about us — the party goes on as if we had never been there.
A crowd of nobles surrounds the girl I spotted earlier as she lights a fire with her fingertips.
Her mysterious spell does not impress her audience.
Noble: Oh, you. I’m tired of that little trick. Can’t you do something more grand, like the magic those wizards showed us earlier?
Girl: I.... I’m sorry.....
Akira: (Is she a wizard....?)
Chapter 5 << | index | >> Chapter 7