Main Story 2 | Chapter 21 | Coloring This World

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Chapter 21: Coloring This World
21.1 The Sage’s Lattice
21.2 Western Country’s Aim
21.3 Tangled Cobweb
21.4 I Want to Return to…
21.5 Before One’s Dearest Beloved
21.6 I Finally Found You, My Bride
21.7 Enough to Change the World
21.8 Those Days Now Bear Fruit
21.9 If the Truth Brings You Sorrow
21.10 May You Always Stay the Same

21.1 The Sage’s Lattice

Town of Wealth resident: It’s the new Queen’s carriage!

Town of Wealth resident: Long live Queen Liliana!

Town of Wealth resident: What a vision of youth and beauty..... She looks like she stepped right off the page of a storybook!

Town of Wealth resident: Yet she carries herself with such grace and self-assuredness..... She brings pride to the people of Western Country.

Town of Wealth resident: We’ve suffered one tragedy after another, but let this be the first page of many more brighter tales!

Town of Wealth resident: It will all work out! Sir Akira has graced us with his presence too.

Town of Wealth resident: Sir Akira?

Town of Wealth resident: Haven’t you heard? There’s nary a person in this town who hasn’t heard Sir Akira’s name!

Town of Wealth resident: I-I’ve heard his name. It just slipped my mind for a while......

Town of Wealth resident: Fufufu, I’ll let you in on something: Sir Akira is the Sage from a different world who was summoned here to save ours.
He commands all twenty one of the Sage’s wizards.

Town of Wealth resident: Ah, I remember now! He was the one who gave the crown and scepter to the queen during the coronation......

Town of Wealth resident: Indeed! Ah...... Speaking of the Sage......!

(Sound of hoofbeats)

Town of Wealth resident: Sir Akira!

Town of Wealth resident: It’s the Sage, Sir Akira!

Town of Wealth resident: He’s cradling a cat! He must be fond of them!

Town of Wealth resident: There’s a bird on his shoulder too! Looks like he loves birds too!

Town of Wealth resident: A lover of animals! He must be a kind person!

Town of Wealth resident: Long live the Queen! Long live the Sage!

Town of Wealth resident: I wonder if the Sage will wave at us? Sir Akira...... Sir Akira!

Town of Wealth resident: Kya......! He waved at me!

Town of Wealth resident: Wow.......! I feel restored at the sight of his smile!

Town of Wealth resident: You’re right! Both the Queen and the Sage are so young and adorable!

Town of Wealth resident: The Sage looks like a wonderful person. I wish I could serve him by his side......

Town of Wealth resident: But the Sage leads the wizards, doesn’t he? Is that really all right?

Town of Wealth resident: I’m not sure, but they’re the saviors of the world — so I’m sure that makes them good wizards.

Town of Wealth resident: After all, they even attended our new Queen’s coronation ceremony!

Town of Wealth resident: You’re right! Oh, do look! They’re selling portraits of the Sage’s wizards! There’s one of the Sage too!

Town of Wealth resident: Let’s go look!

(Running footsteps)

Drummond & Cock Robin: ..............

Cock Robin: They’re really popular...... Not just the Sage, but the Sage’s wizards as well.......

Drummond: Good lord....... Who gave them permission to sell those portraits.......
Besides, we were the ones who commissioned their portraits first!

Cock Robin: That being said, they seem more cheerful in these portraits than in the ones by our Central court painters.
Maybe they prefer being in Western Country.......

Drummond: You fool! It’s obvious that the Western painters took the liberty of painting those smiles on their faces!

Cock Robin: Ah, I see. I did find it uncanny for Oz and Mithra to be wearing such pleasant smiles.......

Drummond: Besides, what is the meaning of this all!? Surely the act of setting up an unauthorized magic headquarters in Western Country is a direct affront to Central Country!?

Cock Robin: A formal notice arrived from the Western palace following the coronation.......
Something about how Western Country will assume responsibility over the escort and provision for the Sage and the Sage’s wizards from this moment onwards, and thanking us for our care thus far–......

Drummond: Who are they to make that decision unilaterally! The Sage’s wizards do not belong solely to Western Country!
It is Central Country who has hosted them until now! We must be adamant in our refusal of the matter!

Cock Robin: Yes!

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Chamberlain: Lord Drummond, Central Country’s Minister of Magical Affairs. I am overcome with gratitude for your most invaluable and excellent suggestions.
Going forward, it would give us great pleasure to continue this exchange of opinions with Prince Vincent as we work towards further deepening the ties between our countries......

Drummond: ...............!

Chamberlain: How does that sound, Lord Drummond?

Drummond: .......I understand. I shall make a report of this to Prince Vincent once we return to Central Country.

Chamberlain: Please convey our regards.

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Cock Robin: What happened, Sir Drummond!? I thought we were going to refuse adamantly–......

Drummond: Do you not realize how close Prince Vincent is to the Western royal family!?
What do you imagine would happen if we unwittingly tarnish his reputation!?

Cock Robin: I assume we would be severely reprimanded.
Actually, we’d be lucky if we got away with simple punishment......

Drummond: Considering Prince Vincent’s close relationship with Western Country, in addition to Prince Arthur’s status as a Sage’s wizard......
One wrong step, and a chasm could very well divide Central Country into opposing camps between the two of them.
We have to tread with utmost caution....... For the time being, we are returning to Central Country!

Cock Robin: Yes!
Sir Sage, and all the Sage’s wizards....... I’m sorry we were not able to meet after the coronation ceremony, but......
Please remain safe and unharmed.......

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(Flashback)

Liliana: Citizens. I have every conviction in my heart that Western Country will emerge as the center of the continent.
With the combined strength of the science and traditions of Western Country, the Magical Technology Corps......
And the Sage’s wizards who play the part of our saviors, we shall bring Western Country to greater and grander heights.

When I heard Queen Liliana’s proclamation during the coronation ceremony.......
I was struck with mute shock and anger.
What does she think she’s saying?
You’re making it seem like I’m aware of and in support of your wishes.
I have to clear this up and let everyone know it’s not true.
I have to tell them right away.
That’s what I thought.

(End of flashback)

Despite that......

Western man: Welcome back, Sir Sage.

Western woman: Welcome back, Sir Sage.

Western youth: Should I bring you your meal?

Western girl: Would you like me to draw your bath?

Western elderly man: Which of these fragrances would you like?

Western elderly woman: What kind of tea would you prefer?

Western man: Would you like some sweets to go with that?

Western woman: Would it please you to be entertained by a song or dance?

After the coronation, a great number of people tasked to be our attendants suddenly appeared.
All in all, there are about fifty men and women of all ages with similarly pleasant manners and wonderful smiles. Some amongst them are humans, and some are wizards.
I’m astonished. The people in Central treated us well, but.......
This is the first time I’ve ever had so many people serve and wait upon me.

Akira: Um, well......

Western woman: We are honored to be entrusted with the care of the Sage and the Sage’s wizards.

Western man: We are always at your service, so please do not hesitate to ask us if you require anything.

Western elderly woman: If it would please you, pray let us know of any preferences you might have.

Western child: Do you like humans better, or wizards? Are old people or children better?

Western woman: Do you prefer to be served by lively cheerful servants like me, or someone quieter and more unobtrusive?

Western youth: I feel so lucky to be part of the Sage’s retinue. I look forward to my work!

I’m at a loss for words, surrounded by so many dazzling smiles.

Akira: Uh...... Thank you very much.
But now that the coronation ceremony is over, we really must head back to our Central Country headquarters.
We still have many unresolved mysterious incident reports waiting for us there.

Western man: You can rest assured on that front. The Western magic headquarters will be assuming responsibility for handling those matters.

Akira: The Western magic headquarters.......!? Does Arthur know about this?

Western man: I am not privy to the details, but that is the extent of the information we have been furnished with.

Akira: No way...... I apologize, but I have no intention of going along with that plan.
The injured members of our party have gotten better, so it’s really about time for us to go home to the Central magic headquarters.
Thank you for all you’ve don....

Western child: W......Wait!

As I try to bow, an elegant boy speaks up.
His face is tense with apprehension, but he isn’t the only one — the rest of them have the same expression.

Western child: Please don’t go, Sir Sage. If you have any complaints about us, we’ll fix ourselves right up, so.............

I hastily shake my head at their fearful attitudes.
Maybe they’ve mistakenly assumed that I would shout or inflict harsh punishment on them.

Akira: I don’t have any complaints. It’s not that I dislike it here, but we really have things to do back at the Central headquarters.......

Western woman: Can’t you stay here instead? We will do anything we can for you!

Western man: I’m begging you! Please remain here, Sir Sage!

I have no choice but to swallow my words at their desperation.
In any case, I tell them that I want to talk to whoever’s in charge.
But I never get a proper reply, not that same day, nor the next, nor the following one.......

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Which brings us to now — I’m still at the Western magic headquarters.

Akira: (This is bad....... I guess we have an escape route in Oz or Mithra’s magic, but.......)
(I get the feeling that it could just cause problems later if we leave without permission now.)

To my bewilderment, they’ve even gone to the point of referring to the people gathered at the Western magic headquarters like they’re part of some organization.
The Sage’s Lattice. Apparently it means the people who surround and take care of the sage.
The attractive, pleasant members of the Sage’s Lattice brimming with good cheer and friendly attitudes.
They anticipate my every request before I can even say it, already moving at the tilt of my head.
They turn to me with gentle smiles and sleek manners; they inquire after my needs like a brisk and lively version of Rustica.
Would you like a drink?
Shall we call for someone?
Do you mean to head out somewhere?
At the start, I was wary of their shrewd and meticulous attention. I wondered why they even needed to pay so much attention to me.
But they were so easy to talk to, always watching over me and ever ready to rush to my help.......
That my heart gradually felt lighter and lighter.
Being treasured and treated with this much care made me feel relieved and reassured.
They’ve been enthusiastic and prompt to come up with ways to carry out all my requests, except for my wish to leave these magic headquarters.

Sage’s Lattice: Is there anything we can do for you, Sir Sage?

Akira: Oh...... I’d like some bandages, strips of cloth and herbs to treat the injured......

Sage’s Lattice: You must mean the Sage’s wizards...... Oh, I do apologize for not having noticed sooner; it is our failure not to have offered those to you already.
We will immediately arrange for the preparation of the requested items. Could you kindly let me know the names of the herbs you require?
We will inform you and Sir Rutile once we have acquired them. Please take care of yourself.

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21.2 Western Country’s Aim

Sage’s Lattice: Do you require any other assistance?

Akira: Oh...... I’m fine. Can you ask the others?

Sage’s Lattice: Certainly. If there is anything you need, we will be more than happy to procure it for you.

The retinue of Western citizens known as the Sage’s Lattice are friendly and kind to us.
Not that the people in Central are impolite, but they give me the impression of being more formal and stern.
But the Westerners speak and joke freely, even down to the servants.

Sage’s Lattice: Good morning, Sir Sage. We’ve just baked a fresh batch of biscuits: cat-shaped ones, as well as cookies in the shape of birds and little wizard hats.
We’ve made them in your trademark, Sir Sage. Your black lily emblem is wonderful too, but it is rather grim. Do you like the biscuits?

Akira: Ahaha...... Thank you.

Sage’s Lattice: Oh, I’m glad you like them! The sight of your smile is the only reward we need. Please enjoy the biscuits.

Amidst the swirling chaos, confusion, and tension, their warm hospitality feels like a well of comfort.

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Sage’s Lattice: Welcome back, Sir Sage.

Sage’s Lattice: It’s so good to have you back, Sir Sage. How did the inspection with the Queen go?

Akira: It wasn’t so much an inspection...... We barely left the carriage, and I never got a chance to talk to the Queen.

Sage’s Lattice: Well...... That truly is a shame.

Akira: Where are the rest of the Sage’s wizards?

Sage’s Lattice: Some are in their quarters, and some are exploring the gardens. Would you like me to take you to a particular wizard?

Akira: No, it’s all right.

Sage’s Lattice: Understood. If you please, Sir Sage, may I ask for some of your time?

Akira: What is it......?

Sage’s Lattice: I hope you’ll grant me the honor of introducing our retinue; to give you a little more information about our names and responsibilities, and to present our special skills.

Akira: Ah...... I’m sorry. I should’ve been the one to ask.

I’m struck by shame, then embarrassment. I’ve been asking so much of them without even stopping to learn their names.

Sage’s Lattice: Do not pay any heed to that. We are well aware that you have many pressing matters to attend to as the Sage, and are overjoyed to receive your assent to our request.
Well then, allow me to start off with introducing myself.

Akira: Yes, please do.

Almiro: My name is Almiro. I’m the oldest of five brothers, and work as a seamstress at these magic headquarters.
My speciality is knotwork.

Akira: Knotwork......? What is that?

He smiles at my question, his brown eyes twinkling.

Almiro: Yes. It’s handiwork which involves combining brightly dyed threads to create butterfly- and flower-shaped knots.

Akira: Wow.......

Almiro: Ah...... My apologies. That wasn’t much of an explanation.......

Akira: Oh, don’t worry about it! I was just thinking about how much I’d like to see some.

Almiro: Really? Um, if it’s not too presumptuous, I would love to present you with–......

Faust: I’m sorry. Please stop right there.

That’s when I hear Faust’s voice, even sterner than usual.
I look up to see Faust and Figaro.
Oblong, wispy clouds shimmer like silver fish scales against the clear blue sky.
Maybe Figaro had just tended to Faust’s wounds; his clean white bandages reflect the feeble rays of the sun.

Akira: Figaro, Faust.... How are your injuries?

Faust: I’ve recovered.

Figaro: Not completely. Don’t push yourself too hard.

Faust: .....I know. I will refrain from causing you trouble over and over again.

Figaro: That’s not my concern here.

Their exchange is strange — it’s awkward yet gentle. Previously, every time they spoke, sparks and thorns seemed to be the norm.
I heard that Figaro saved Faust from his life-threatening injuries.
Their relationship seemed to be crusted over like an old scab — but maybe it’s beginning to change, bit by bit.

Almiro: I... I apologize.

The youth named Almiro shrinks away from me at the sight of Figaro and Faust.
I feel a bit guilty. Figaro and Faust make eye contact with each other.
It looks like they’re trying to figure out what to say to me.
That’s when another pair of wizards appears.
It’s Bradley and Nero, their hair fluttering in the damp breeze.
A saturated shadow appears in the skies beyond their shoulders.

Bradley: What are you holding back for? Just tell him what’s on your minds. This guy is our leader.

Akira: Bradley.... Nero, how are your injuries?

Nero: Thanks. I’m fully recovered.

Figaro: You are definitely not recovered. You also need to refrain from pushing yourself too hard.

Nero: Haha, sorry, Doctor.

Faust: Bradley. It’s still too heavy a burden for Akira.

Bradley: It’s fine. Lugging burdens around makes you stronger.

Figaro: But getting familiar with conspiracies wears down on your soul. I don’t want to see Sir Sage become like me.

Akira: Wh.... What are you all talking about?

Bradley catches my gaze and shrugs.

Bradley: You almost got cursed.

Akira: Huh!?

Bradley: Give him the rundown, curseworker.

Faust: Me?

Nero: Hey, don’t boss Mr. Faust around.

Bradley: It’s better to leave these sorta explanations to the pros.

Faust: Understood. But I need to tell you one thing first, Bradley.

Bradley: Hah? What is it?

Faust: I hear you saved Nero’s life back in the North.
I need to express my gratitude as the teacher of the East. Thank you.

Faust bows his head deeply in solemn gratitude.
Bradley’s lips curl downwards; he blinks over and over again, stunned in shock.
Nero’s cheeks are stiff with nerves; he’s raising and lowering his arms in slight panic.

Nero: Hey, it’s fine, Mr. Faust! No need to bow to him.

Faust: But it was all because of my inadequacy.....

Nero: Not at all! This guy’s a Northern wizard, so he just has way too much power, and.....

Bradley: What was that?

Faust: I’m truly grateful we have Bradley on our side. He saved us. Don’t you feel the same way?

Nero: Well....

Faust smiles; Nero hangs his head in embarrassment.
Their exchange reminds me of a student who runs into his teacher when he’s out with his parents.
Bradley shoots Nero an exasperated look before turning to Faust.

Bradley: .....Well, you’re welcome, I guess.

Figaro: Haha......

Figaro covers his mouth with his hand. I sense some wickedness in his smile.

Nero: Mister Sage — sorry for making you worry as well.

Akira: Not at all.... I’m glad you two are all right.

I recall the day I broke down into tears in front of Bradley.
Figaro healed the two of them, just as he said he would.
Seeing Faust and Nero smiling side-by-side brings a smile to my cheeks.
I once again pray that I won’t lose the happiness before my eyes.
I need to do what I can to save it.

Akira: Could you please explain what Bradley meant when he said I was about to get cursed? Was that young man a wizard....?

Faust: No; he’s human. But humans can cast curses as well. Though he... they are all unaware of that fact.

Akira: What do you mean?

Faust pauses for a second. He observes me closely, treading carefully to avoid hurting my feelings, before continuing courteously.

Faust: To know another’s name, life, and upbringing is to grow closer to their heart; to harbor affection for them.
That closeness gives rise to previously non-existent ties.
And that is Western Country’s aim. Your newly-born affection is an invisible tie that binds you and constrains your freedom.

I spin around to look at Almiro and the others. They look at me with anxious yet friendly smiles on their faces.
I recall how I felt when I hugged Sakitty tight the other day, and feel panic crawling upon me.

Akira: Which means....

Faust: You are the Sage who will save this world. But there are people in this world who scorn you as a figure of authority with political duties.
And those who wish to ensnare the hearts of authority figures are not few in number — for the heart plays a key role in decision-making.

Akira: Could this be.... What Figaro was getting at?

Figaro: Huh?

Akira: You said you wanted to make me your puppet.

Faust: You.....

Bradley: You bastard.....

Nero: You piece of shit.......

Figaro: Wait, wait, wait. You’re all getting the wrong idea? Wait. Maybe not. But I’m glad I could provide a good example.
It was worth approaching you like a meek and helpless wizard back then. Okay, Faust, on with your explanation.

Faust: Before I do, may I inquire as to the specifics of how exactly you approached the Sage in a meek and helpless fashion....?

Figaro: Hold it, hold it. It’s really not that interesting.

Bradley: You really pulled one over on the Sage? That’s like getting a baby drunk on alcohol.

Nero: Were you all right, Mister Sage? None of the other guys made any weird requests of you, right?

Akira: Yes, I’m fine! The only other instance I can think of is Bradley telling me to be his underling....

Figaro: Underling? There’s nothing sexy about that.

Bradley: You think I’m out here seducing kids like this?

Nero: You bastard. Don’t go trying to make Mister Sage your underling.

Faust: ......Anyway.
As you can see, figures of authority are often surrounded by individuals with all kinds of ulterior motives.

Akira: Yes, sir.

Figaro: In essence, we’re tangled up in palace intrigue. We had some of that back in Central Country too, but....

Bradley: But Central Country’s conspiracies were all petty tussles between squares. It was like playing a game of old maid.
We’re in Western Country now — the country that knows desire inside out. It’s terrifying.

Akira: .....Which means?

Faust: They’re deliberately trying to create ties with you. These ties are a fence: a barrier that restrains you.
Once you know their names, you’ll grow close to them, and ultimately you will become unable to treat them with disregard.
And they will serve you with their hearts on their sleeves with that goal in mind — so that they can be useful to you, and you will love them in return.

Akira: Are you saying they’re trying to trick me....?

Figaro: See, this is where you realize just how clever and thorough Western Country is when it comes to these kinds of machinations.

Figaro shrugs. He looks almost impressed with their technique.

Figaro: Sir Sage. Would you have an easier time rejecting Shylock or Heathcliff?

Akira: Huh!? I’d rather not reject either of them.....

Figaro: You’re too honest. You’ll meet a painful end if you’re too wishy-washy.

Akira: I guess I’d say Shylock, if I had to choose.....
It’s just a gut feeling, but he’s an adult; I’d assume he’s more used to these sorts of exchanges.

Figaro: I thought so. And they already realize that you’re kind to those with delicate hearts.
That’s why they chose to surround you with gentle-looking, talented individuals. They are the Sage’s Lattice.
Western Country’s goal is to have them grow close to you.....

Akira: So that I’ll listen to their requests?

Figaro: You’re too soft.

Figaro smiles bitterly.

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21.3 Tangled Cobweb

Figaro: If I were Western Country, I would threaten to kill them. I’d tell them to listen to me if they treasured their lives.

I feel my body going cold.
Figaro continues nonchalantly, as if he’s reading me a fairy tale.

Figaro: Of course, I wouldn’t threaten you so publicly.
Instead, I would take the Lattice’s families hostage and order them to get close to you.
I’d tell them: if the Sage leaves Western Country, you will take responsibility. That would get them to desperately serve you.
And you, being the kind soul that you are, would allow them into your heart, and feel fondness for them. As a result, you’d be tied down by your connections.
And that is the curse.

I’m dumbstruck.
A raindrop falls from the sky. Blue skies still peer out from behind the clouds, but rain begins to scatter black dots across the pavement.
A single word, a single act of mine could end an innocent person’s life.
I try to turn around to look at Almiro and the others. But I can’t.
I’m terrified of facing their smiles. Even though they’ve done nothing wrong.

Nero: .....You don’t have to, like, say it in a way that’ll stress him out so bad.

Nero mumbles, in a quiet attempt to cover for me.
His hand brushes up against my back as I stand there staring at the pavement.
He probably cast some kind of spell on me — I’m dry in spite of the rain falling around me.

Nero: It’s not Mister Sage’s responsibility. Plus, he’s already stuck in an unfamiliar situation — at this rate, his heart’s gonna give in first.

Figaro: I’m not trying to push any blame on him, of course. I’m just trying to lay out their goals so that it’s crystal clear. I’m sorry if I scared you.

Akira: No... I’m all right.

Bradley: And the Sage isn’t the only one they’re after. Who the hell were the Southern guys speaking to earlier?

Figaro: Individuals who moved to Western Country from Southern Country. They said they wanted to work with the Sage’s wizards to spread the good word of Southern Country throughout the West.

Nero: All the guys from the South are really tight with each other, so... Of course they’re not gonna refuse.

Bradley: Western Country really knows how to tug at the heartstrings, huh. They captivated the South with their love for their home.... How about the East?

Faust: .....A servant from Blanchett Castle paid Heathcliff a visit.
The Eastern palace insisted that we pay the utmost respect to any requests made by the new queen of Western Country.

Bradley: So the East’s bound up by political ties.

Figaro: Even the Lord of Blanchett can’t refuse the royal family of the East.

Faust: Heath said he would remain here. And so long as he is here, I cannot return to the Central Country headquarters.

Nero: Shino must feel the same. I’ll stick around as well.

Akira: And how about the Northern wizards....?

Bradley: No way anyone’s gonna steal away the freedom of us Northern wizards. We’ll leave when we leave.
But look at that: they got you trapped in this country without a single lock.

Bradley is correct.
If I want to go back, I can go back anytime. We have Oz and Mithra’s magic, after all.
Yet we’ve been backed into a corner where it feels like leaving will trigger a terrible consequence.

Cain: Akira.

Shylock: Sir Sage.

I look up upon hearing Cain and Shylock’s voices.
The rain has turned into a downpour.
Shylock politely greets Almiro and the others before approaching us with a grim look on his face.

Akira: What’s wrong? Did something happen to Rustica.....?

Shylock: While Rustica is certainly still a concern, we’ve also been requested to investigate a strange occurrence by the Western government.

Akira: A strange occurrence....?

Shylock: They say that mysterious beasts are appearing in the entertainment district of the Town of Nectar, attacking passers-by at night.

Akira: The Town of Nectar.... That’s where your shop is, right, Shylock....?

Shylock: Indeed. They requested that Murr and I handle the case because we are familiar with the area.

Figaro: They specifically called you two out?

Bradley: Even though they said jack shit about the puppets rampaging under the theater?

Shylock: Indeed. I wanted to see if Sir Sage had any thoughts on the matter.
If there really is a magical beast, I am of course concerned for my shop, but.... I am even more concerned for Rustica and Chloe at the moment.

Akira: ....How is Rustica doing? Is he still stuck in the room at the top of the tower....?

Shylock: Yes.....

I recall the coronation ceremony.

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Different parts of Rustica’s body would periodically dissolve into feathers, and.....
Collapse into a pile of fluff.
Like a daydream.

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Shylock: As you likely recall, we had him examined by Figaro, Oz, and Faust.....
And we all reached the conclusion that Rustica’s strange condition does not stem from a third party casting a spell or a curse on him.

Akira: Then why is he....

Shylock turns his eyes to the ground and murmurs in sorrow.

Shylock: Rustica’s own magic is out of control.

Akira: His magic is out of control....?

Shylock: Yes. We use magic with our hearts. The magic we use is deeply intertwined with the state of our hearts.
Even if we believe that we are fine, if our hearts are wounded and screaming in pain.....
We become unable to control our own magic.

A wounded heart makes a wizard’s magic run out of control.

Akira: (I feel like I’ve heard something similar before...)
(Right — after he let go of Arthur, Oz was surrounded by a fierce, everlasting blizzard....)
(He wasn’t doing it on purpose; he just couldn’t stop it....)

I imagine Oz’s loneliness and sorrow and my chest grows tight again.
Is Rustica’s heart in just as much pain right now?
Why must such a kind, sweet soul....
I feel a rush of dismal fury creep into my heart. I can’t forgive whatever it is that hurt him.
Even as we speak, a nameless tempest beats down on Rustica’s heart.

Shylock: ....I do not know what happened to Rustica.
But according to Chloe, a white-haired wizard kidnapped Rustica.

Faust: .....Nova.

Shylock: I would believe so.... Faust, you mentioned you ran into Nova in Eastern Country.

Faust: We did. And it wasn’t just Eastern Country — several different locations were connected through a distortion in space. An inn in the City of Rain, the remote Jura Forest....

Bradley: An underground waterway in Western Country, and the frozen plains of Northern country.

Nero: What happened to the young lady we found in the underground waterway....?

Faust: Oz took her to Tania. She’s safe and sound — thank goodness.

Cain: Rustica was stolen away by Nova, and now he’s being kept in a tower in the Western palace....
I don’t want to go around pointing fingers at our neighbors, but wouldn’t it be fair to say that Nova and Western Country have some kind of connection?

Figaro: Shylock, would you perhaps know something? I know you weren’t very enthusiastic about keeping ties with the Western royal family or the Western government, but...
Murr was close with them, right? I feel like his soul shard might be pulling a few strings this time around.

Shylock: Murr was close with the royal family because he needed funding for his research. He’s not the kind of man who will follow the bidding of those in power.
And you know what Murr has been like after his soul shattered. I would presume they’ve had no meaningful interactions since.

Bradley: But his soul shards now take physical form.

Shylock: ...........

Bradley: Shylock. Your partner is enough of a headache when he’s on our side, but when we’re up against him — he’s a real pain in the ass.

Shylock: He is not my partner, but I do agree that he causes quite a headache.

Shylock exhales and turns his melancholy gaze to the tower.
Rustica’s current residence.

Shylock: .....It appears Rustica’s condition is more stable when he’s in that tower.
Chloe mentioned that it reminded him of Rustica’s mana area.....

A mana area is a wizard’s favorite spot: one that puts their heart at ease and allows them to recover more easily.
Some wizards find their mana areas in geographic locations, while other wizards find them in particular circumstances.
Rustica once told me what his mana area was.
A pair of chairs and a tea table by the windowsill.
I try to imagine Rustica sitting by the window, sipping a cup of tea — but I can’t.
Because he crumbles into a pile of feathers dancing around the windowsill.

Faust: ....Then I suppose that means we shouldn’t force him to leave that room for now.
I’ve experienced a terrible breakdown before, too — and whenever I tried to force myself to move, I felt like I was sinking into a swamp.
I couldn’t move until both my heart and body had recovered.
In retrospect, if I had tried to push myself at that time, I probably would’ve pushed myself right over the edge — or I would’ve become someone else.

Akira: Become someone else.....

Figaro: ....How long did it take you to recover?

Faust: By the time I came to my senses, over a decade had passed. Full recovery took about a century.

Shylock: A century.....

Nero: .....That’s a really, really long time..... Mister Knight, what’s going on with Central Country?

Cain: The current plan is to avoid a direct conflict between Central and the West — we’re trying to get a diplomatic discussion going.
We want to say that the Sage’s wizards and the magic headquarters don’t belong to Western Country, but.....

Bradley: They also don’t belong to Central.

Cain: Exactly. It would be great if Eastern Country could step in as a mediator, but....

Figaro: Considering Heathcliff’s situation, it’s likely that the West has already worked out a deal with the East behind the scenes.

Faust: A deal?

Figaro: Probably an agreement along the lines of, "Stay neutral, or side with the West."

Cain: Prince Arthur was allowed to return to Central. Looks like the new queen has no plans of stealing away his freedom, at least.
But something’s been on my mind.... Shylock, do you know Sylves?

Shylock: Yes. She’s a friend.
She was grateful that Bradley saved her life.

Nero: You did?

Bradley: I didn’t do shit. So what about her?

Cain: This is what she said to me:
If the new Queen Liliana of the West got engaged to Prince Arthur of Central, then all will be smooth sailing between the two nations.

Faust & Figaro: What?

Nero: Hey now.... Mister Prince isn’t even twenty years old, right?

Figaro: Did Oz hear that? How did he react?

Cain: Oz wasn’t there. And all this talk about an engagement is just Sylves speculating.
But I figured it might be something the Western royal family was considering.

Akira: An engagement....? But Queen Liliana has a lover already.

Cain: Really? Wait, is it Gregory?

Akira: Yes.

Bradley: Oh, that bird that was hanging out around your face?

Akira: Yes. He’s currently on watch with Lennox.

Bradley: So she was engaged to a bird?

Shylock: He was turned into a bird by magic.

Cain: Everywhere we turn, it’s a mess.

Shylock: Truly.....

Everyone falls silent, as if at a complete loss.
It’s like we’ve been faced with such a complex, tangled cobweb that it’s beaten our will to break through.
But that’s when.....
A refreshing tune floats past us on the breeze, brushing away the gloom hanging over our heads.
From the high tower amidst the rainstorm —
We hear Rustica playing the piano.
What a noble, gentle melody.
It’s delicate but not fragile; elegant, but resolved.
Clearing away the anxiety in our hearts, weighed down by the glum, marshy rain.

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21.4 I Want to Return to…

Akira: (Rustica....)

Even as his breaking heart aches with sorrowful pain......
He offers kindness and comfort to those drenched in rain.

Akira: (That’s right.... Rustica was the one who taught me.)
(An orchestra needs a conductor.)
(A conductor can create a beautiful symphony from a dissonant group of instruments.)
(When we’re faced with trouble that makes us lethargic, burdened, annoyed, and anxious — that’s when we need everyone’s help.)
(That’s when we need a conductor to pull us together...)

We’re all gazing up at the tower now.
Basking in the gentle melody that feels like the sun, in spite of the silver, cloudy sky.

Akira: ....You know what Rustica always says?
"Isn’t it wonderful?"
That’s why I think there always has to be something wonderful for us to find even in this awful, dreary situation.

Shylock: Sir Sage..........

Akira: Take, for example.... The fact that each one of you is standing here with me now.

Bradley: .............

Akira: We could’ve kept to ourselves, trying to solve our problems on our own....

Figaro: .............

Akira: But instead.... You all gathered here, where I am, where everyone else is........
And I think that’s wonderful.... It makes me happy.

Faust: ....You may be right.

Akira: And I believe that everyone who isn’t with us right now is still thinking of their fellow Sage’s wizards.

Cain: I agree. Mithra and Owen both disappeared into thin air after our first battle with the < Great Catastrophe >.
As did Oz. ....But now, they’re all here with us.

Nero: You’re right.... For some reason, we’re all here.

Shylock: Haha.... This might be a new, strange, and certainly wonderful discovery.

I smile. Then, I hear Chloe call for me.

Chloe: Sir Sage!

Murr: Hello.

I turn around to see Chloe running towards me with my jacket.
The gloomy shower and gentle melody have both ceased.
A rainbow adorns the blue skies above us, glittering amidst the powerful rays of the sun.
A gust of wind causes my jacket to balloon up in Chloe’s arms.
Chloe’s eyes still harbor traces of tears, but he looks right at me and smiles.

Chloe: Sir Sage, I sewed Murr’s soul shard into place right here — in this little patch.

It’s an emblem, framed by an ornate floral pattern.
Chloe grins and spins around to look at the incarnation of Murr’s soul shard.

Chloe: It was this Murr’s request — he said he wanted it to include leaves and flowers because he loves botany.

Here, too, are the delightful traces of creativity and kindness. Shard-Murr bows in gratitude.

Murr: He has exquisite taste. I appreciate his creative efforts to keep you and I from being separated. So let me express my gratitude for the lovely emblem.
Now, Sir Sage.

Murr looks up at the glittering rainbow and tips the rim of his hat outward.

Murr: Western Country is the land of desire. A dizzying maze of interest, curiosity, affection and excitement will have you lost in no time.
If you already hold a burning desire within your heart, then this country will provide you with quite the treat: a place where you can discover like minds....
But if you wander the streets with an empty heart, you will be attacked from all sides, and a fire will be ignited within you.
You could find yourself at the outset of a wonderful journey. But amidst these beckoning flames lie falsities that strike at your anxiety or loneliness.
And that is the beginning of a tragedy. For you will be forced to dance to the tune of a fire that you never wished for.
Your heart is set ablaze — you turn right, a different fire strikes; you turn left, another. Eventually, your heart will be worn down.....
Reduced to cinders. This is the horrifying truth of Western Country’s desire.
Please don’t get me wrong. I think desire is a wonderful thing: it brings about evolution and progress, and enriches life.
What matters most is that you become the master of your own desires. Do not become a slave to desire.
The individuals who sit at the top of this country understand that they can control people by making them subservient to desire.
You may ask, "Why is that?" It’s because I presented this advice when I was hired as a national advisor. I guess my written work from that era still exists today.

Figaro: You’re such a good-for-nothing.....

Murr: The Western rulers have laid out traps for us. By forcing you to see and touch different aspects of this country, they give birth to desires that previously did not exist within you.
Alternatively, their whispers will instill fear and anxiety in your mind so that you will strive to prepare for the worst. "If I anticipate it now, I’ll feel at ease" — this, too, is a previously non-existent desire.
And that is how your true wishes will be swapped out for falsities, just like a magic trick.

Shard-Murr narrows his eyes at his own dreadful thought. It creeps me out, too.
Do these desires within me really belong to me? Or were they planted by someone else?
What if I’ve wandered into a maze and lost my way without realizing it?
But then, Murr’s eyes light up in a bright smile.

Murr: But trickery is trickery. Falsities will eventually melt away. Magic tricks are all about staging, you see.

Akira: Staging?

Shard-Murr smiles underneath the rainbow arcing across the sky.

Murr: That’s right. Staging.
Don’t you feel as if you’ve been trapped in a cage, despite no such cage existing?
As if you’ve been ensnared by a tangled cobweb of problems; as if you’re sinking into a swamp, pulled down by waterweeds and moss clinging to your body?

Yes, yes, I nod.

Akira: That’s exactly right.

Murr snaps his fingers right before my eyes

Murr: And there you have it.

Bradley: ......Isn’t this guy a little too corny?

Shylock: He’s better than the real thing.

Murr: An illumination that makes glass shine like a jewel. Eerie sounds in the night that invoke fear of the darkness.
Staging can be subtle; alternatively, it is simply a method to make sheer nothingness appear as if it takes up an immense amount of space.
It can also minimize the space taken up by something that is actually immensely important.
And why do we need staging? Because the producer of this farce realizes that the real object of their desire does not exist.

Figaro: It doesn’t exist....?

Murr: Yes.
Western Country lacks the tenacity of the North, the technique of the East, the unity of the South and the authenticity of Central.
In other words, it’s exactly what you suspect, Sir Sage.
You were never trapped in a cage.
Neither Western Country nor its new Queen has the power to rob you, or the Sage’s wizards, of your freedom.
They’re simply making it seem like that’s the case.
By creating an intricate cobweb of seemingly insurmountable problems.
Seduction and illusion. Duplicity and deception. Such are the specialties of Western Country, the land that loves passion and desire.

Shard-Murr smiles and takes my hand.

Murr: Peer behind the curtain and you will see what the Queen is really after.
To attack is to reveal one’s hand. After some time, you will begin to see the truth.
In fact, it’s already quite visible. She propped you up during the coronation ceremony, but refuses to speak with you.
She sent Murr and Shylock off on a mission and locked Rustica in a tower, but has left Oz and Mithra untouched.
There are individuals she wishes to keep her distance from, and individuals she wishes to keep by her side. Without fearing those she ought to fear most.

Bradley: True. If I were up to no good, Oz and Mithra would be the first guys I’d give the boot.

Shylock: So she is sending me on that mission to chase me away?

Murr: That’s correct. She specifically requested that you handle the mission, but she avoids all contact with you.
Even though you are the teacher of the Sage’s wizards of Western Country. If I were the young Queen, I would treasure you.
That is, if I truly wished to work side-by-side with the Sage’s wizards for the sake of developing my country.
It’s time to let the cat out of the bag: what is the new queen trying to hide, and how is she doing it?
Do not fear. We have a cast of individuals who are quite knowledgeable in the art of palace intrigue and being upstarts, after all.

The wizards seem to know who he’s talking about — each acknowledges Shard-Murr’s words in a characteristic manner: by huffing his breath, or by feigning ignorance.
Words are so strange.
I haven’t walked a step since we started talking. Yet I feel like something will change.
I’d been dejected moments ago; now, I’m waiting for a thrilling show to begin.
The air after the rain is crisp; I breathe in, and smile.

Akira: Thank you, everyone....
Let’s capture Nova to protect this world from the < Great Catastrophe > and.....
Let’s bring back the lively, happy Rustica we all know, and return to the Central magic headquarters.
I do like the Western magic headquarters, but I prefer it as a villa to drop by every now and then.
I want to return to the place where we all first met.
Please lend me your strength. Thank you so much.

Shylock: Of course, Sir Sage.

Bradley: All right. Leave your demands to me.

Everyone smiles and nods in response.
And I believe the wizards not present with us now would have said the same.
I can believe that now.

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After we each headed off to attend to our own matters, Chloe visited me in my room.
He had something to tell me about Rustica.

Chloe: ....This isn’t the sort of thing I want to tell many people about, so I’ve kept it a secret from Shylock and Murr.
And if Rustica weren’t in such a state, I don’t know if I would’ve even told you, Sir Sage...
But it might give us a clue as to how we can save Rustica.....
So I want you to hear me out, Sir Sage.
Rustica’s story, as conveyed to me by Kelvin in the Royal Botanical Garden....

Akira: Rustica’s.....
Please, do tell me.

Chloe takes his time telling me his story.
Rustica’s origins. The history of Western Country and the Ferch family.
The twin princesses, Aria and Zara.
Zara turning Aria into a little bird, who Rustica then killed.

Akira: .....I can’t believe Rustica would do such a thing.....

Chloe: I know.... Even if it were true, I’m sure there was a reason for it.
A reason so horrible it made Rustica forget all about his bride, and his past.....

Chloe’s face is filled with sadness as he flashes me an awkward smile.

Chloe: Hey, Sir Sage. Did you know I always hated the idea that Rustica might forget me one day?
It made me so sad, because I thought it would mean he didn’t care about me.... That’s why I wanted him to remember.
But I don’t care anymore. If it means we can get Rustica back, then I don’t.....
Hey, Sir Sage.... You saw how Rustica turned to feathers. It’s awful.
Shylock told me that he’s lost control of his magic because his heart is hurting.
That’s awful.... You’re supposed to cry when you’re sad. You’re not supposed to smile and turn to feathers.....

Chloe bites his trembling lip and takes a deep breath.
He looks out the window, gripping both his knees with his hands.
His gaze, directed at the tall, tall tower, is far from frail.
Rather, his eyes burn with fury.

Chloe: Apparently he was called the boy who was loved by the sun and the moon. ...That’s amazing. But.....
It shouldn’t matter that Rustica is rich, that he’s loved by everyone, that he lives a happy life....
When you’re sad, you’re sad.... And when you’re sad, you’re supposed to cry, right?
But Rustica won’t stop smiling, even while he turns to feathers and falls apart... He must’ve never had anyone who taught him otherwise.
They only gave Rustica happiness, without teaching him of sadness or misfortune.
That’s why Rustica doesn’t know what to do.....

Chloe’s cheeks twist in agony. He’s holding back tears in his gentle, violet eyes.
His back is straight; he’s determined to grow stronger.

Chloe: Rustica gave me all sorts of happiness.
That’s why it’s my turn to teach him. I’m going to teach Rustica... About sadness and misfortune.

Chloe turns his eyes downward, casting shadows on his forlorn cheeks. He laughs, ever so slightly.
He looks like a tender youth, but at the same time like a self-depreciating, worldly man.

Chloe: Rustica might hate me... For teaching him.
But it’s better than losing him.
I’ll teach him bit by bit, so that Rustica isn’t surprised, so that he can cry like he’s supposed to....
I’ll give him sadness.
It’s okay... Rustica looks good in everything.
I know he’ll be stunning in sadness and misfortune as well.

I don’t know what to say in response to Chloe.
Because it looks like he’s pulling a thread that will unravel our problems — and usher in the opening act of a tragedy.
Someone as kind as Chloe, teaching someone so precious to him about sadness.
But Chloe’s eyes are too full of love for this to become a cruel story.
He has an unshakable determination.

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21.5 Before One’s Dearest Beloved

Rustica: .........

I stare at the window in a daze.
Perhaps I had nodded off.
The wind creeping in through the open gap in the window strokes my skin, a calming gesture.
The gorgeous light of sunset dyes the whole world the color of caramelized candy.
The day is about to end. It’s a bit disappointing to let the sunset go, but today was a wonderful day.
I’m sure tomorrow will be a wonderful day as well.

(Creak)

I turn around at the sound.

Chloe: .....Rustica.......

Rustica: Hello.

I respond. I don’t call their name because I can’t remember it.
Who is this child?
I try to remember. The child averts their gaze. They seem troubled.
Then they smile sadly.

Chloe: Um.... I brought you some tea.

Rustica: I thought so. What a delightful aroma.

Chloe: I hope you like it.

The child smiles and carefully lifts the teapot.
And tilts it ever so gently. A small thread of amber liquid pours into the cup.
The child is watching me from the other side of the veil of vapor.
The color of daybreak. Violet eyes.

Chloe: .....Ah......

When our eyes meet, the child holds their breath.
Their hands tremble, and the liquid splashes onto the saucer.
The child looks so very sad that the white saucer has been sullied.
They hang their head as if it is the end of the world.

Chloe: I’m sorry..... I’m usually better.....

I am more distracted by the fact that some hot droplets scattered into the air.

Rustica: Are you burned anywhere?

Chloe: Huh?

Rustica: Pardon me. May I take a look?

I touch the child’s fingertips. They freeze in place, their violet eyes open wide.

Chloe: ............

I cast a spell to heal the burns that the errant droplets left on their fingertips.
Then, I smile at the child who seems to have forgotten how to breathe.

Rustica: You should be all right now. Please breathe.

Chloe: ............

The child takes a breath, as if coming back to their senses.
I am quite forgetful myself, but it is quite rare to find a child who forgets to breathe.

Rustica: Thank you for preparing the tea.

Chloe: Y... You’re welcome.

Rustica: Isn’t the sunset beautiful?

Chloe: Yes.... Yes it is.

We watch the sunset together.
The sun begins to burn a brilliant red that softly chars the surrounding clouds.
I can almost hear the music laid over this scene. A world shrouded in tranquility bursts into flames the color of roses.
I look to my side, and see that the child is not watching the sunset outside the window.

Chloe: .............

They’re holding their breath and watching me, cheeks wet with tears.
I’m taken by surprise. I smile at them.

Rustica: What’s wrong?

The child covers their mouth and hangs their head. Without saying a word, they shake their head, a sorrowful gesture.
Their tears break off into droplets that fall to the floor like rain.
I don’t know what to do, so I try to at least wipe their tears. I reach out to touch their cheeks.

Chloe: ..........!

Violet eyes open wide, and the child shoves me away.
I think I land on my bottom. But it doesn’t hurt much. White feathers flutter along the ceiling.

Chloe: Rustica..... Rustica......!

The child is on their knees, clutching me to their chest as if trying to piece me together.
So I reach out to put my arm around their back.
On someone’s back, the fluttering white feathers turn into a musician’s fingertips.
Who is this child?
They look like Chloe, but they are not Chloe.

Chloe: .....Sir Rustica.......

Rustica: Who are you?

I whisper in their ear.
The child forgets to breathe again.
And just like that, they disappear with the evening breeze.

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Chloe: Pant... pant......

Zara: .......Ah.....
................
.....Sir Rustica......

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Aria: Zara, how was he? What did you think of Sir Rustica? I want to hear your impressions.

Zara: He was such a wonderful person, Aria. I had such a lovely time.

Aria: Ah, thank goodness. I feel the same way, but I wanted to hear what you had to say, Zara....
Because I treasure your opinion over all else. Be it for choosing jewels or clothes.

Zara: We have similar taste, after all. We always end up liking the same thing.

Aria: I agree. Thank goodness.....
I love Sir Rustica, but if you had voiced any opposition, I was going to reconsider, Zara.

Zara: It’s only natural for you to feel uneasy. Because you’re going to be a bride.

Aria: I still can’t believe it..... Just imagining it makes my heart feel full.

Zara: Don’t worry. Aria, you’re going to be the happiest, most beautiful bride the world has seen.

Aria: Haha.... Sir Rustica said the same thing.

Zara: Is that so. Did....
Did Sir Rustica say anything about me......?

Aria: He said you were a beautiful lady befitting of the gentle rays of the sun, and offered to go out for another walk together one of these days.

Zara: ..........

Aria: I boasted about you so much, Zara! I had so much fun.

Zara: I see......
That’s great.... That alone is enough.
I wish for your happiness, Aria.

Aria: Thank you, Zara.

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Aria: ......Zara, Zara.....!

Zara: What’s wrong, Aria!? Why are you crying?

Aria: ......Sir Rustica......

Zara: Wh... What happened to him.....!?

Aria: Nothing! We were just walking by the lake when he gazed into my eyes....
And held me close. ....I thought my heart was going to burst.... I feel like I’m living a dream.....

Zara: ............
(That sounds so nice....)
(I’m jealous......)
(He could’ve been my husband-to-be.)
(But because I’m a wizard.....)
(No.... Sir Rustica is a wizard, but he doesn’t have to hide it.)
(Why is Sir Rustica allowed? Why am I not? It makes no sense.....)
(Wizards don’t have to hide their identities. It’s not too late.)
(If only Father would announce my existence, I could still be the one engaged to Sir Rustica.....)
(....No. Of course he won’t. A king cannot confess that he has been keeping a secret from his people for all these years....)
(If Father and Mother were capable of making such a statement, I wouldn’t be here to begin with....)

Aria: And then, Zara, guess what happened next?

Zara: ....I’m sorry. I’m feeling unwell.

Aria: Zara?

Zara: Please leave.

Aria: Zara......

Zara: Please get out of my room!

(Door closes)

Zara: .....ahh.... uuu..... hic.....
.....Ah, why.....
I tried so hard to avoid loathing others.....

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Zara: .....Aria..... Stopped coming to my room.....
It must be because of what I said to her that time.... I need to apologize to her the next time we meet.....
I shouldn’t have yelled at her like that.... Aria is a little fearful, so she must’ve been scared....
....Ah......
Aria’s laughter.....?
.......Sir Rustica and Aria are walking through the gardens together.....
What a beautiful sight.... The whole world will celebrate their marriage: a beautiful bride and groom......
.....How nice......
Why isn’t that me.....?

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Aria: Zara.....
I’m really.... ....Really sorry.....

Zara: ............

Aria: I didn’t understand your feelings in the least until Francesca pointed it out to me.....
How insensitive I’ve been..... ....I’m so sorry......

Zara: ......What are you saying, Aria? You’ve done no wrong.

Aria: But.......

Zara: What does Francesca know? She’s a rumor-loving country bumpkin. I love you, Aria.

Aria: ............

Zara: What’s wrong? Did you think I was mad?

Aria: .....I thought that maybe, you.... Maybe you wanted to get engaged before I did, Zara......

Zara: ............
And what if I do?

Aria: .............

Zara: What would you do if I did?

Aria: I.... I’ll persuade Father! I’ll ask him to find a wonderful husband for you, Zara.

Zara: Ahaha......

Aria: And I’ll let you have your wedding first! You’re my elder sister, after all. Please celebrate your wedding before I do......

Zara: ....Ah, kind, sweet, Aria.... My adorable little twin sister.
You’ve always had a talent for making me feel like the scum of the earth with your kindness.

Aria: Zara.......

Zara: Thank you for offering. But have you never once considered?
That the privileges you enjoy actually belonged to me?
That I was the one who gave everything up to you?

Aria: ...........!

(Door opens) (Footsteps running away)

Zara: Ahaha..... You’re scared. You’re scared of me.
Even though you said you loved me. ...You liar. I hate you.
That’s fine.... I’ll curse her. I’m a witch, after all.
Haha....... .......But I don’t even know how to cast a curse.... Because I don’t have any friends who know magic.
Because I listened to everyone and stayed locked up in this room for all these years — I have no one.....
......Uu.... Hic.... Uu......
Sir Rustica.......
You, who said I was befitting of the sun — all I wanted was to dream of you coming to steal me away from this room......

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Zara: Fine.... I was the fool.
For playing by the rules of those who ostracized me.
From here on out, I make the rules....
I will choose the words and the rituals and bring about the curse with my own hands.
I am no longer the princess of Western Country; nor am I a pathetic, confined little girl!
Western witch Zara!
That is my name!
Aria. Rustica. I will tear your love apart and make this country my own.
Aria: I will curse you to turn into a little bird.
Forget your lover and your family — and fly off into the distant sky!
Why don’t you get captured and live the life of a caged bird, just as I did?
You can have it all!
.....Rustica may venture out to search for Aria, but.....
I won’t let her pretend she’s a lily-white girl with clean hands.
You are me. And I am you. You must hold emotions more vile than my own.
If — when the curse is lifted — you hold even a sliver of loathing towards me.....
Then you will become a vicious beast that goes on a destructive rampage.
Before your dearest beloved.

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21.6 I Finally Found You, My Bride

Kelvin: You’re going to search for the princess who was transformed into a little bird by some unknown wizard!? No way, you’re not gonna find her!

Rustica: Thank you for your concern. But it’ll be all right. Because Aria will be my bride.
I have to find her as soon as I can. She’s easily frightened, you see.

Kelvin: You can’t! You don’t know a thing about the world! You’ll be dead in two days!
Huh? Where did our leather pouch go? The one with all our gold coins.....

Rustica: I met a man who said he was in deep trouble, so I lent it to him. He said he’d give it back to us by tomorrow.

Kelvin: And you believed him!? You idiot! You gullible softie!!

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(Bird chirping)

Rustica: I finally found you, my bride.....

Kelvin: .....Uu.... I can’t believe you actually found her......
Congratulations, Sir Rustica! I can believe in the power of love for once.

Rustica: Thank you, Kelvin.

Western Country villager: A certain nobleman ventured all the way here in search of his bride who was turned into a bird.

Western Country child: Sis, is that little bird a princess?

Western Country child: I don’t know.... Maybe we’ll get to see a bird turn into a human by magic?

Kelvin: Now place your bride into the birdcage. That will break the curse, right?
That’s what the trusted witch who advised the Ferch family said.

Rustica: That’s right.
Come here, Aria. Let’s return to the palace where your family awaits you.
I’ll break your spell. Come on, come into this birdcage.
<< Amorest Viesse >>

(Bird chirping)

Aria: .....Ah.....
....Rustica.......

Rustica: Aria!
I knew we would meet again.

Aria: ......Rus......

(Roar)

Rustica: ......Aria......?

Kelvin: .....Something is wrong.... Sir Rustica.......

(Roar)

Western Country villager: Look! The princess turned into a monster.....!

Western Country villager: It’s attacking us! Run......!

Western Country villager: Eeeek......!

Western Country villager: Aah......!

Rustica: Aria! Aria, it’s me.....!

(Roar)

Western Country child: Eek.....!
Ouch.... Save me, Sis.... Save me.....!

Rustica: Ah.......

(Roar)

Rustica: .........!
<< A..... >>
<< Amorest Viesse >>!

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Rustica: ..........

I blinked slowly.
I felt like I was lost in a long, long dream.
I tried to remember the dream....
But my eyelids were so heavy that I just closed my eyes instead.
It was as if my head was stuffed with cotton.
Fluffy and soft, but dense and heavy when it gets wet.
White feathers danced through the air.
Where did the bird go? I can never witness it.
The remnants of time mercilessly trickled by like sand in an hourglass.
Though it was quite beautiful.

✦✧☾✧✦

Gil: I will attend the Queen’s dwelling alone. You may leave now.

Officer: Huh?

Gil: What is it?

Officer: No... Understood. Then I’ll excuse myself here.

Gil: Yes.
............
Ah, right. She’s an unmarried woman.
It’ll start rumors if I visit her bedroom so casually. We need to come up with a plan.....
It was far easier before. Though Lady Zara was quite unhappy with our methods.....

✦✧☾✧✦



Gil: Pardon me.

Painting of Rustica: Hi, Gil.

Painting of Rustica: Good evening, Gil.

Painting of Rustica: Long time no see. How have you been?

Gil: I was busy, you see. I met the real version of you all. Where is Lady Zara?

Painting of Rustica: Face flat on the bed.

Painting of Rustica: She’s been like that ever since she got back.

Painting of Rustica: Cheer her up.

Gil: It’s no surprise. She performed the coronation ceremony in front of all those people.
And then she had to grant an audience to a slew of people — despite being trapped away in a secret room here in the palace with no human contact for so long.
I hear she hardly spoke with the late King as well. That you were the only ones she talked to.

Painting of Rustica: You too, Gil.

Painting of Rustica: Zara likes talking to you, you know.

Painting of Rustica: But sometimes you use harsh words, so you should be more careful.

Gil: I will. Hm. Face flat on the bed.... Perhaps she wants to be left alone.
I have a book I want to read, so I suppose it’s better for me to leave for the night.

Painting of Rustica: Cheer her up.

Painting of Rustica: You should cheer her up.

Painting of Rustica: Cheer her up kindly, okay?

Gil: ............
Lady Zara. Gil has arrived.
How are you feeling?
Were you able to speak with your beloved?

Zara: ......I was.

Gil: Oh my, congratulations. What did you talk about?

Zara: ............
....There was nothing for us to discuss. We will never move forward. It is all in the past.

Gil: You say this, but you have been protecting his life from the shadows.
You’ve been supplying living expenses to his bank account and sending along job opportunities for him as a musician. And whenever someone comes close to finding out his secret....
You assassinate the source of the leak.

Zara: ............

Gil: It’s as if he’s a pawn in a board game, and you are the commander overseeing the board who moves his piece.
The true Queen of Western Country, Lady Zara. Your love story is truly one for the ages.

Zara: It is not love.

Gil: Even if it is not love.

Painting of Rustica: This is Zara’s atonement.

Painting of Rustica: Because Zara is a kind person.

Painting of Rustica: She is protecting me and working to develop Western Country to atone for her sins against Aria.

Gil: I don’t care what it is. You stood by and watched over him for all these centuries — and finally, your story has turned a new page.
Let me hear it. Your dingy, adorable, ruthless, and reticent......

Painting of Rustica: That’s too harsh.

Painting of Rustica: That’s too harsh, you know.

Painting of Rustica: I think that’s too harsh.

Zara: That’s too harsh.

Gil: Pardon me. I meant the love story of a bold, covetous, and noble lady. Please continue your tale.

Zara: ................

Painting of Rustica: Let me speak for her instead.

Painting of Rustica: If we were to summarize it in a single phrase....

Painting of Rustica: She had the most wonderful time.

Gil: Oh my.

Painting of Rustica: Zara’s determination has been reborn.

Painting of Rustica: In order to protect me.

Painting of Rustica: She will gather all the mana stones in the world.

Gil: In order to destroy the < Great Catastrophe >.

Zara: ............
I cannot believe Sir Rustica was chosen as a Sage’s wizard.....
That the cursed, primordial black lily has been engraved in his skin.....
It is unforgivable.
Half of the Sage’s wizards turned to stone in the last battle.
They could not defeat the < Great Catastrophe >, even though they had the strongest wizard in the world — Oz — on their side.

Painting of Rustica: I may be the next to turn to stone.

Painting of Rustica: Goodbye, Zara.

Painting of Rustica: We will say hello to Aria for you.

Zara: I will not let that happen. I will protect you.
And what will we do in order to protect Rustica from catastrophe?
Gil, answer me.

Gil: We will wield the greatest weapon, Ultima.

Zara: Exactly.
In theory, Ultima will produce a level of strength equal to the mana stones it consumes.
So we will turn wizards into stone. And feed their mana stones to Ultima....

Gil: To turn the Northern wizards to stone.

Zara: And then we feed their mana stones to Ultima....

Gil: To turn Oz into stone.

Zara: And then we feed Oz’s stone to Ultima.....
To destroy the < Great Catastrophe >.
I cannot leave Sir Rustica to the Sage’s wizards — and certainly not Central Country.
I will crush the Northern wizards, Oz, and the < Great Catastrophe > in order to protect him.

(Applause)

Gil: Fantastic.

Painting of Rustica: You’re so reliable, Zara.

Painting of Rustica: Thank you. You’re wonderful.

Painting of Rustica: I believe in you.

Zara: ....This is atonement. It is what Aria wants me to do.

Gil: I’ll be looking forward to the next chapter. And when is this Ultima going to be completed?
I know the Professor showed us the prototype, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he had completed the real thing already.

Zara: And why do you say so?

Gil: Because I do not trust Nova or Professor Hart.
Nova in particular. I do not even know what he is.

Painting of Rustica: I actually feel the same way.

Painting of Rustica: But Nova was the one who told Zara that I had become a Sage’s wizard.

Painting of Rustica: But the researcher Nova introduced to us at Ranunculus Island went missing.

Zara: Hmph. I’ll cut ties with them if I have to.
Man-made wizards, flying battleships, and the greatest weapon, Ultima....
So long as I get my hands on those, I’ll have no further need for those pests.

Gil: Understood.

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Western Country villager: The goats and the chicken are all making a ruckus.....
What’s wrong, guys? Why are you squawking at daybreak.... Is it a wolf? A thief?
........Wh.....!? The trees and grass have all wilted!? But they were so green in the afternoon.....
Ah, so many of my livestock have collapsed.....! What in the world happened here!?
Hey! Is anyone out here!? This is terrible! Someone get over here right now.....!
Yup, over here. Sorry for calling you so late at night. Take a look at this.
.............
........What’s wrong? Who are you?
.....A dog.....? No.... That’s not right.....
.......Uu.... Huh.... I’m feeling faint.......
..........! What is this.....!? ....Stand back! Don’t come any closer!
Aaaaagh......!

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21.7 Enough to Change the World

Cain: Wandering Hell, huh......

Arthur: Cain.

Cain: Prince Arthur.

Arthur: Prince....... Ah, that’s right. You did say you would be referring to me as such for the duration of our stay at Messier Palace.

Cain: Well, I can’t have people thinking of you as some naive lord who can’t even reprimand his own vassals when they talk down to him.

Arthur: Sir Figaro did say that if I allowed myself to be perceived as naive, they could exploit it as an opening to take advantage of Central Country.

Cain: Figaro’s advice is useful. He also said he’d give us an extended lecture later.
Meanwhile, I’ll try my best to figure out what I have to do in order to protect you and Central Country.

Arthur: Thanks. But please don’t forget.
There are things that only you can do, Cain.

Arthur’s words remind me of the incident from a few days ago.
My attempt at acting tough to earn the trust of patrons in the Western general’s club.
It’s not like there wasn’t anything to be learned from my attempt.
But the bitter aftertaste of that experience, washed down with alcohol, did not bring me any sense of elation.
I was so blinded by the desire to be helpful that I ended up getting too far ahead of myself.
I’d been turning a deaf ear to the screaming inside myself, acting like some rookie over-exerting himself and hurting his arms and back while unaccustomed to wielding a sword.
My actions were a necessary pain; I had to endure suffering and hardship if I wanted to prove my worth.
Arthur smiles, his blue eyes seemingly seeing through my thoughts.

Arthur: You don’t have to force your heart to act in any way that goes against yourself, Cain.
All you have to do is be true to yourself, and you’ll find there is already value in each and every moment that has taken you this far.

Cain: Arthur–.......

Arthur: I trust you, Cain. And I’m not the only one — Sir Sage and all the other wizards do too.
If you tell me I can fly, I will fly through the sky with my eyes blindfolded.
I don’t need a broom, or my magic — I know I can spread my arms and simply fall. Do you know what that means?

As I stand there unable to answer, Arthur reaches out to gently touch my hand.
He grasps my palm tightly in both hands, as if he’s entrusting something to me.
His brilliant eyes shine far brighter than the perfectly clear expanse of blue high up in the sky.

Arthur: I would put my life in your hands, Cain. I believe this is the equivalent of a promise.
It’s a pretty big deal, you know? Please realize that.

Cain: ............

I’m overwhelmed by the surge of emotions that crashes over me from the profound beauty of Arthur’s words.
Trust — equivalent to a promise.
His words cleave through me with startling, crystalline sense of shock — enough to change my world.
My face unconsciously breaks into a smile, and I return the grip on Arthur’s hand.

Cain: ......It is......

Arthur caresses my check, smiling broadly.
He gallantly turns away to leave, looking over his shoulder with a light wave of his hand.

Arthur: I truly wish for the world to be connected in this way too.
I’m not asking for eternity; even the briefest moment is enough.
Different countries, races, ages, genders — we can leap over all our differences.
And become friends.

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Faust: Figaro.... Sir..... ..........

Figaro: You’ve been picking up and dropping the "Sir." You sound a little confused.

Faust: .........
You saved my life, as well as the lives of my students.
I am deeply regretful of my countless appalling discourtesies; I ought to kneel and bow my head in reverence and apology.
Yet...I am also fearful of trusting you. I don’t want to be betrayed by anyone ever again.

Figaro: .....That’s not surprising.

Faust: I spent a long time thinking about it while in recovery: what was on your mind, and why I was cast aside.
And that’s when I came to a realization:
Perhaps I was the one who betrayed you first. I couldn’t live up to your expectations.

Figaro: You really are so self-punishing. It is true that you didn’t live up to my expectations, but....

Faust: .........

Figaro: But it’s not your fault. See, it happened at a time when my upbringing and broken relationships were all criss-crossing in my heart, and.....
I had really, really high expectations for you for reasons of my own. I thought that you might save me.....

Faust: I wanted to live up to your expectations.

Figaro: .........

Faust: I leaned on you as well. It may be because I never knew my father — but you were the first person who guided me....

Figaro: Ah, right.... You were abandoned by your father.
So I was the second time. It’s only natural that you can’t trust me for leaving you behind.

Faust & Figaro: ............

Faust: (Well, there’s no way he’ll forgive me, even if I change my attitude....)

Figaro: (Do I suck at mending relationships....?)
(I need to regain his trust and ask him — won’t you be my disciple again....)

Faust & Figaro: Um......

Figaro: Oh... Go ahead.

Faust: Ah.... Yes, sir.......
.....This battle made me realize how powerless I am.
I don’t want to lose anyone else. It can just be until we reach our next battle with the < Great Catastrophe >.
Could you please teach me magic again?

Figaro: Huh......!?

Faust: ...........I knew it. I’m being far too demanding......

Figaro: No....! No, I totally will. I mean, are you sure.....?

Faust: You will teach me magic once more?

Figaro: Of course.

Faust: ......Thank you.......
It is admittedly shameless of me to take advantage of your clemency without having provided anything in return, Sir Figaro.....

Figaro: Not at all.... I can’t really find the words to express myself, but I’m really happy.
Thank you for asking, Faust.....

Figaro: (This is like a dream.... I can’t believe I get to be Figaro’s master of magic again....)

Faust: (Well, I can’t ask him to be my master of magic again. That’s going too far....)

Faust: Thank you very much, Sir Figaro, for your guidance and support.....

Figaro: Hold it, Faust. Let’s stop with the honorifics and niceties. Let’s act as we always did, at least at the magic headquarters.

Faust: Why is that?

Figaro: I have many enemies, after all. It would be better for me if our relationship weren’t exposed. You can speak nicely to me when we’re in training.

Faust: Yes, sir.... I mean, got it. Thanks.

Figaro: Don’t get confused. It’s kind of nice — like tasting two flavors in one bite.

Faust: Si—.... I don’t know if I agree with that.....

Figaro: Good luck with your investigation at Cortese.

✦✧☾✧✦

Snow: Ohoho! So that’s the mechanism by which it operates.
The West sure is interesting; is there anything else noteworthy you recommend?

Sage’s Lattice: Yes, Sir Snow! Kindly allow me to show you around.

White: ............

Bradley: That bastard Figaro sure has some nerve ordering me around.......
What’s up, White? Pretty rare to see you by yourself.

White: Indeed. We do prefer being two in one.
But look at Snow: he looks perfectly happy over there.
If we hadn’t ended up trying to kill each other, Snow would surely have made his way to the West after winning his independence.

Bradley: Can I say one thing?

White: What is it?

Bradley: Leave that kind of depressing bullshit to Oz or Figaro.

White: You’re so cold, Bradley dear......!

Bradley: You guys are the strange ones here. Northern wizards take pride in their solitude, right?
It doesn’t matter who you hang around or who you meet — in the end you’re still alone.

White: Hmph...... I did not think I would hear that from you, of all people, knowing the flock you tended.

Bradley: The flock was practical — nothing to do with sentiment.
Whether we were hanging out or trying to murder each other, we fought and argued out of respect for each other’s souls.

White: So would you go as far as to forgive a transformation of the soul?

Bradley: No one’s soul is transforming here; the nature of souls remains unchanged. It’s just that you never noticed.
The fact that you were different beings.

White: What’s this? I don’t want to hear it.

Bradley: Don’t pull such a scary face. You’ll turn into a vengeful ghost.

White: It’s too late; I became one long ago.

(Woosh)

Bradley: Hey! Don’t disappear without warning. Geez......
.............
.......I know, Eva.
I won’t trip up here.

✦✧☾✧✦

Child: Hey, hey! Hey mister!

Isaac: ........

Child: Hey!

Mother: Shh, quiet now. I’m sorry for all the fuss when you’re helping us carry our load.

Isaac: ......No......

Mother: You really helped us out here — our cart had broken and we didn’t know what to do. Thank you again.

Child: Ahaha! Mister, you’re cool and handsome, so Mom is being nice!

Mother: Geez, don’t say such silly things! ....I’m sorry......

Isaac: ......No.....

Mother: But you’re really.... Astonishingly beautiful. Are you a traveling actor or performer of some kind?

Isaac: .........
.....I washed my hair and my body.... And bought myself new clothes. That’s all.
.....I cut my hair... And trimmed my nails.....

Mother: My, that’s wonderful. My husband and my son both hate trimming their nails.

Child: Hey, hey! Mister, tell me your name! Where did you come from? What about your family?
Is everyone in your family this big? What did you eat to get to be that big?

Isaac: .....Stop bothering me......

Child: Huh? Say something! What was the strongest thing you ever saw? What was the yummiest thing you ever ate?
Hey, hey, why won’t you answer me? Jeez. Mister, you’re so mean!

Isaac: ............

Mother: You can’t say that. Apologize to the gentleman.

Child: But.......

Mother: You love to talk, but there are people who don’t enjoy conversation.
This gentleman is so big and powerful, but he’s not trying to compete with you.
He has the power to throw aside our broken cart and shove us away — but he chose not to.
He’s not being mean; he’s being very, very kind.
He’s a tolerant and noble gentleman.

Child: .....I see......

Mother: Dear traveler, I apologize on behalf of my son. And express my greatest gratitude....

Isaac: ..........

Child: I’m sorry, mister.... I.... I just wanted to talk to you......
I was sad because you didn’t respond. Thank you for carrying our luggage.

Isaac: ........ .....Isaac.

Child: Huh?

Isaac: My name. ....Isaac.

Child: Mister Isaac!

Isaac: ........I also....
.....I also just wanted to talk to someone.... ....
.....Who recognized what I was doing....... Even just a little.....
.....Please forgive me.....

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21.8 Those Days Now Bear Fruit

Figaro: All right, Sir Sage. We’ve more or less settled on our plan, so I’ll go ahead and explain.

Akira: More or less settled?

Murr (shard): Last night, Sir Figaro and I discussed our plan of action going forward.

Figaro: This guy is full of hot air. He left all the planning to me.

Murr: It was quite an electric night — in the sense that I had a close call with death.

Akira: P-please try to get along.

Figaro: We’ll have Shylock and Murr head to the entertainment district in the Town of Nectar.
If the queen’s goal was to chase them away, their absence might cause her to let her guard down.
And even if there’s a trap laid out for them, those two should make it out in one piece.

Murr: It’s an honor.

Figaro: We’ve asked the Eastern wizards to leave the Western magic headquarters for now.
We’ve received reports regarding strange incidents around Cortese castle, so we used that as a pretext.

Murr: The Eastern wizards are too serious — they’re not very skilled when it comes to political machinations and conspiracies. If they stayed here for too long, they would be easy targets.

Figaro: We’ve tasked Bradley with putting pressure on the Western military forces — more specifically, on their Magical Technology Corps.
In this country, passion and euphoria are more effective than loyalty and pride.
In other words, the more spirited their forces are, the stronger they become.
And if they have no will to fight, they start acting scattered and lazy.

Akira: (Western Country is scary, but they really are a straightforward and cheerful bunch....)

Figaro: By the way, even if there’s low morale, Eastern Country’s forces will work steadily to complete at least the bare minimum; conversely, Central Country will work to boost morale.
The South doesn’t have much military enthusiasm in general. The North is the complete opposite.
That’s why Northern wizards get tripped up so easily by Murr’s favorite magic trick.

Akira: Murr’s favorite magic trick?

Murr: Provocation.

Akira: Ah.

Figaro: You tried to cast provocation magic on me multiple times last night, didn’t you?

Murr: I did not — in fact, I used no magic at all last night. It must be your advanced age, Sir Figaro.

Figaro: What?

Murr: They say that in your senior years, your capacity for patience begins to decline.

Figaro: You.....

Murr: Apologies, we wandered off track. Just as Sir Figaro noted, Western Country’s forces are at their most powerful when morale is high.
Which makes General Barnett the perfect conductor. He knows how to give his soldiers the will and euphoria they need to fight.

Figaro: When the leader gets meek, the soldiers grow weak as well.
And Bradley is the perfect guy for the job of showing them who’s the boss around here.
Because he, too, unified a gang of men.

✦✧☾✧✦

Bradley: Hey.

Gil: .......And you are........?

Bradley: I’m a Northern wizard — Lord Bradley, the famed king of bandits.
I hear you’re the Western general. I trust you’re not enough of an idiot to mess up your estimation of me, right?
So let’s get along, brother.

Gil: ............
What if I’m disinterested in getting along–......

Bradley: You think you’re in any position to refuse? I won’t hesitate to go ahead and empty out this treasure house of yours.
So? What’ll it be?

Gil: ......Allow me to welcome you. You know, I’ve actually read your autobiography–......

Bradley: Never wrote one.

Gil: What–......

Bradley: I can tell you all about it if you want to know. For now, break out some of the West’s finest and most expensive alcohol.

✦✧☾✧✦

Figaro: If you go too far, you’ll end up inciting them. But Bradley knows exactly how far he can push it.
Even if he does go too far, at the end of the day, he’s a prisoner. And we hold his leash.

Akira: (So Bradley can take that general head on. That’s amazing....)

Figaro: Sir Sage, you’re worried about the Sage’s Lattice, right?

Akira: Yes... I fear that if I return to Central Country, something terrible might happen to them.....

Figaro: I understand. So — why don’t we make them join our side for real?
They’re currently being forced to serve you under orders to bind you to Western Country, but....
If they become your friends for real, Sir Sage — that means the Western Queen has just gifted us a force of fifty individuals.
Plus, each of them is skilled at what they do.

Akira: But how...?

Figaro: You undo the trickery — draw up the curtain, and break their performance.
If you turn your back on the new queen by leaving Western country at the peak of her popularity, the people will be disgusted and attack you.
That’s what you’re afraid of, right?

Akira: Yes.... I’m afraid I’ll cause all of you — and Central Country — more trouble.....

Figaro: I understand. But you know — there’s actually no reason for them to criticize you.
Everything in that hypothetical is just an emotional response. The people of Western Country have high hopes for the new queen.
They have high hopes, so they see anyone that threatens to tarnish her reputation as the enemy.
But the new queen has produced nothing of substance. By which I mean, she has no results; she has no experience.
All she has are those high hopes — the feeling that she might do something wonderful.

Akira: ....Now that you mention it......
She mentioned that she lived a relaxed, laid-back life back in Cortese.....

Figaro: See? Meanwhile, Sir Sage, you’ve produced results.
You’ve run around the world resolving mysterious incident after mysterious incident.
And all of the Sage’s wizards have followed you here — including the Northern wizards.
That’s what I mean when I say "substance": it’s our trust. The days you’ve spent with us have established that trust.

It’s incredible.
I came from another world. I didn’t know anyone in this world when I first arrived here.
And yet I — an alien — have something that allows others to trust me.
Trust, built by the irreplaceable time I’ve spent with my wizards.
It’s like a miracle.

Figaro: And.... Wait, Sir Sage, why are you crying!?

Murr: Goodness, Figaro... Couldn’t you have said something more considerate?
Have a hankie, Sir Sage.

Akira: ....I’m sorry.... I’ve been very teary lately......

Murr: Those tears fall because you lay your heart bare before us as you gaze into our eyes.
It’s the highest honor we could ask for.

Murr hands me the handkerchief and drops a kiss on my fingertips.
I smile through my sobs.
Murr grins and turns to look at Figaro.

Murr: No provocative magic here.

Figaro: I know.

Figaro nods bitterly.

Figaro: Sir Sage. Let me say it again: you’ve shown us that you are worthy of our trust.
But that fact hasn’t become truly evident to the folks of Western Country. So our task is to make them understand.
Now, what’s critical here is that we absolutely avoid humiliating our targets. Right, Murr?

Murr: That is correct.
The scars of humiliation will cause individuals who would otherwise be open to accepting your position to refuse you outright.
If you wish for understanding, there is no place for unnecessary attacks or insults.
I’m not talking about morality, or good and evil here. This is a simple matter of herd mentality and efficiency.
Now, Figaro. How would you react if I said, "What, you didn’t even know that?"

Figaro: I would think, "You’re such a brilliant man and you couldn’t even come up with a better taunt? How unfortunate."

Murr: See? It’s not stirring any curiosity; there is no urge to understand me.
And once he has started pouting, who knows how long it will take before he can seriously consider my stance on the issue before us?
My goal is not to embarrass him; nor is it to get turned to stone.
I want him to understand me. Which means I have to appreciate his environment and his way of thinking before I explain myself properly.

Murr turns and bows towards Figaro, who shrugs and laughs.

Murr: The people of Western Country have high hopes for the young queen.
Their hearts throb as they imagine what kinds of blessed tomorrows she might bring to them.
Now....
If we ask, "Okay, but what did she do? She just sat on that silly throne and put that heavy crown on her head."
"More importantly, when is she going to compensate us for that advertisement? We’re talking about the appearance fee for making our Sage her political mouthpiece. Pay up."
.....i.e., if we essentially tell the truth, that’ll just make things more complicated. We’ll get bogged down in a terrific swamp of affairs.

Akira: That makes sense... But... Then, what should we do....?

Murr: It’s quite simple. The new queen is the lady of the hour; she carries everyone’s hopes on her shoulders.
You just have to be the same.

Akira: Eh....? Wait, me!?

Murr: Indeed. You’ll be the man of the moment, as produced by Murr Hart....

Figaro: And supervised by Figaro Garcia.

Murr: We’re going to make Sir Akira, our Sage, the man of the hour. The storyline is quite simple: first, he’s going to offer the new queen a round of thunderous praise.
The people of Western Country — captivated by the new queen — will gain a positive impression of the Sage: a man of power who speaks highly of their queen.
Now, just as the populace turns their attention to Sir Sage, we will pounce and make them aware of your achievements, and the trust you’ve gained as a result.
And once your popularity reaches approximately the same level as the queen’s, we’ll say this — politely and elegantly:
"Now why the hell should I stick around?"

Figaro: That’ll be, "Thank you for all that you have done for me. I wish you all the best."

If I become as popular as the queen.....

Akira: I... I don’t know if I’m capable of becoming someone like that.....

Murr: You are. Fear not, my beloved Sir Sage.

Figaro: You’ll be fine. Have some confidence. You’re cute and good-natured.

Akira: You never say that to me....

Murr: You never say that?

Figaro: I do! I think I praise him more than most of us!

Murr: Sir Sage. I mentioned that your efforts and achievements built our trust in you, but....
That trust shines through in your beauty as well.
Your gentle smile, as you look out for those around you....
Your bold, powerful, glittering eyes, that have seen and overcome turmoil after turmoil....
The air that surrounds you reflects the dazzling emotions that have colored your heart time and time again—....
More beautiful than any gem.

Figaro: I agree... I can’t say anything nearly as uppity, but.
You seem like a different person from when you first arrived in this world.
You carry your light, courage, and kindness.... And sadness and determination as well.
It’s quite wonderful.

Murr: Now, Sir Akira.
Let us show you off to this world.

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Faust: Nero.

Nero: Mr. Faust. How are you recovering?

Faust: I’m fine now. Have you heard about our plans to head to Cortese?

Nero: Yeah.
Mister Sage said he felt bad for sending us off when we’d only just recovered, but it makes things easier for me.
I feel like we were about to get wrapped up in some kind of palace intrigue.

Faust: Agreed. I’m not very good at diplomacy, after all.
Nero. I’ll be honest with you. I really enjoyed my relationship with you.
As someone exhausted from dealing with other people, the time we spent together was ideal: I was soothed and healed by your presence.

Nero: What’s this, out of the blue....
Haha.... Is this the end for us?

Faust: Why do you say that? I’m praising you.

Nero: ....Just a feeling......

Faust: No.... Well, I guess you might be the one who cuts ties after you hear what I’m about to say.

Nero: Huh.... Wait, I don’t think I will, but now I’m getting nervous......

Faust: Me too.......

Faust & Nero: .........

Faust: Nero. I’m about to say something that will make us both uncomfortable.

Nero: Yes, sir.

Faust: I appreciated how we avoided getting too deeply involved with each other. It was very comfortable.
When I’m with you, I feel like I can forget the disgusting version of myself that lies within me.

Nero: I feel the same way, Faust.

Faust: .....But I’ve been reflecting on my own actions since that last battle. If we’re going to be a team that survives these life or death battles.....
We need to fully recognize each other’s skills and past experiences.

Nero: ....Our pasts......
Yeah.... You’re right.

Faust: .............

Nero: ....All right. I’ll spill. I don’t want to see those two get hurt any more.

Faust: ....Yeah.

Nero: But man.... I guess this really might be the end for us. I don’t mind, but you.....

Faust: ...Nero.......

Nero: It might be a clean break between our relationship up till today, and our relationship from today onward.... I don’t know how much things are going to change.
I feel like I’m standing on top of a bizarre, transparent line.
Fine. Let’s get started.

Faust: Thank you.
Nero. Please tell me: what kinds of territories do you have combat experience in? And what kinds of beasts did you fight; what kinds of battle tactics did you use?
If possible, please describe every kind of magic you’re capable of using, as well as areas of specialty and weaknesses as well.

Nero: Hang on. When you say "past," you’re asking me for a resume of battles I’ve been through?

Faust: Of course.

Nero: What the hell!? You could’ve asked me anytime!?

Faust: But you can’t let someone suspicious know the limits of your magical capabilities. That would be life-threatening.

Nero: Yes, well, you’re talking about total strangers. I wouldn’t be suspicious of you or the other Eastern guys, Mr. Faust.

Faust: Nero......

Nero: (That was close.... I was about to get carried away with the atmosphere and spill my guts....)

Faust: (Heh.... Nero is such a good guy....)

Nero: (Mr. Faust is an upstanding guy. He’d never forgive me if he found out I was a bandit....)

Faust: Then let’s exchange information as we prepare for our departure to Cortese.
<< Satillquinart Mulcreed >>

Nero: Mr. Faust.... Are you really bringing that giant bag with you?

Faust: Yes. I’ve learned that the more magic tools, the better.

Nero: (He’s traumatized by that last battle.....)

(Knock knock)

Shino: Faust, Nero. We’re done with preparations.

Heathcliff: That’s a giant bag.

Faust: There you two are. Line up right over here.

Heathcliff: M... Mr. Faust. You’ve already kindly blessed us with the pollen of the protective flower.

Faust: It’s fine. The more the better.

Shino: That’s right, Heath. You can never be too prepared.
I reviewed all the magic spells that might be necessary for our missions last night.

Heathcliff: That’s impressive!?

Nero: That’s too impressive!

Faust: Excellent. We’re all prepared.

Shino: Heh.

Nero: (So Shino’s also traumatized.....)
Well... I guess that’s for the better. It’ll be reassuring going forward.

Shino: Yeah, Nero, you should do it too. You nearly died!

Faust: I’ll bless all of you with these ashes as well.

Heathcliff: There’s salt too.

Nero: Woah! Ah... choo! ....Ok, thanks! Thanks!

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21.9 If the Truth Brings You Sorrow

Arthur: Excuse me.
..............
Sir Oz isn’t here.... But I thought I sensed his presence.....
.....Where has he departed to.....?

Oz: ..........
Figaro.

Figaro: What’s wrong? Why are you on the roof?
Also, I brought the twins along in their frame.....
I wondered why they were trapped in their frame in the middle of day — but I hear it’s because of you?

Oz: The painting is wet.

Figaro: They were carrying on with some petty argument even within the confines of their frame, so I dunked them in a fountain.
Looks like they passed out. I guess they really do drown even when they’re trapped in their painting. Or maybe they just felt like they did.

Oz: Why.....

Figaro: Why were they fighting? I don’t know. Why did you trap them in their frame?

Oz: Because they were fighting.

Figaro: ......

Oz: I did not feel like lending an ear.

Figaro: Ew. I can’t believe we did the same thing. More importantly, would you like to hear about my disciple? Would you?

Oz: .........
You do not have a disciple.

Figaro: Heheh. I actually do. You should treasure your disciple too.
I hear you’ve been avoiding Arthur? Don’t hurt his poor feelings — he seemed lonely.

Oz: .....I will not make Arthur my disciple.

Figaro: But you should. Want to hear about my disciple? It’ll make you want one as well.

Oz: No need.

Figaro: Huh~? But why?

Oz: You were the one who told me not to speak of disciples when my emotions had barely come into existence a little over a decade ago.

Figaro: Huh~? Did I ever say that?

Snow in the painting: ....Cough, cough.....!

White in the painting: Cough, cough....!

Snow & White in the painting: I felt like I was drowning~!

Figaro: So it really was just a feeling.

Snow in the painting: Figaro, you are really such a terrible child! Oh, Oz.

White in the painting: Oz, you are also a terrible child! Why are you on the roof?

Oz: Stay silent for a while.

Snow & White in the painting: Wah, don’t put us face down~!

Oz: Figaro. I need to ask you something.

Figaro: Ok, go ahead.

Oz: How much did you tell Faust?

Figaro: What do you mean?

Oz: About your wrongdoings.

Figaro: .....Don’t put a damper on the mood like that......

Oz: You haven’t told him?

Figaro: You’re talking about what we did together, right? I think he knows already. Faust is an adult....

Oz: And how did he respond?

Figaro: What do you mean....? Listen, Oz. I want to talk about happy things right now.

Oz: ........
Can I tell Faust everything that you have done?

Figaro: Why do you think that would be okay? Look at me. I’m currently at the peak of my happiness because my disciple came back to me.
Ah, I see. Arthur asked you about your past.

Oz: .....He has not asked me yet.
But he will ask me soon.

Figaro: And are you going to tell him the truth?

Oz: ........
He said it would make him sad. If the horrific hearsay about me were true.
You once told me not to make children sad.

Figaro: I did say that.

Oz: What if the truth would make a child sad?

Figaro: Arthur would yearn for the truth regardless. He’s that kind of boy.

Oz: .......
White.

White in the painting: Oh, he propped us back up.

Snow in the painting: We were getting tired gazing at the fallen leaves on the rooftop.

Oz: To you, the truth was the fact that Snow wished to abandon White.

Figaro: Hang on, don’t get them started again.....

Oz: Did you wish to hear that truth, White?

White in the painting: In truth, I cannot say.

Snow in the painting: ......

White in the painting: I feel like I may have wished to see the end of my life without ever knowing....
Yet I also feel as if I would not have wished to remain unaware forever.

Snow in the painting: Oz. Tell Arthur to wait awhile.
That you shall tell him one day. But to wait for now.
It is a cruel tale for a child.

Figaro: That’s true.

Oz: .......

White in the painting: Ohoho. It must be difficult for you, Oz — for we have been cruel to you since you were young.
It is in part our fault that you burned the world to the ground.

Oz: Then, why......
Did I not burn you first?

Snow in the painting: Ohoho. It is because we blessed you and cursed you.

White in the painting: We loved you very much, in our own way. So that you would be lonely without us.

Figaro: You really are so cruel.

Oz: ........

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I wander through the Western magic headquarters and gardens with Sakitty perched on my shoulder.
I’m looking for Gregory. I find a spot beneath the trees that looks perfect for a bird to take a rest, and whisper his name.

Akira: Gregory... Gregory, are you there?

That is when I hear a voice whispering back to me.

Gregory: Sir Sage; Sir Sage.

It’s Gregory’s voice. I spin around to see Gregory lightly flapping my way.

Gregory: I apologize. I was asked to keep guard over you to repay my dues, Sir Sage; and yet I continue to abscond....

Akira: It’s all right. I have Sakitty and all the wizards by my side.

Gregory: Ah, I was just in the company of the Southern wizards myself.

Akira: The Southern wizards?

Gregory: That’s right. Please, come this way and have a look for yourself, Sir Sage.

I follow Gregory to the other end of the gardens.
And spot Lennox and Mitile by the base of a large tree adorned by small red fruit.

Mitile: Sir Sage!

Akira: Mitile, Lennox. Lennox — how are your wounds healing?

Lennox: I’m doing well.

Mitile: We became friends with Mister Gregory, you see — so we were building a birdhouse using magic.
We asked the people at the palace, and they gave us permission to make a birdhouse so long as it wasn’t visible from outside the palace grounds.

Akira: A birdhouse... for Gregory?

Gregory: Excuse you. I only sleep in quarters with a proper roof.

Akira: O-of course. Sorry.

Gregory: There’s a bit of a clumsy bird around here, you see.
It seems like they’re struggling to find a place to rest. I tried to help them build their own nest, but they’re evidently not very comfortable in it.....
So they’re currently resting by one of the palace windows over there. See? They’re observing us secretly from their hiding spot. I think they’re a bit shy.

Lennox: Maybe it was attacked by a beast at one point. It appears to be struggling to eat — it’s very skinny.

Mitile: And that’s why we’re making a birdhouse: so it can eat in peace!

Gregory: Thank you. Southern wizards really are as kind as the rumors say you are.

Mitile: Hehe. I’m glad we were able to help.
Now that we’ve placed the birdhouse in its spot, I think we should move a little out of the way. That should make it easier for the bird to come near its new house.

Lennox: I agree. Let’s head back to our sleeping quarters. What will you do, Sir Sage?

Akira: I’d like to speak to Gregory.
Gregory. Would you mind coming to my room?

Gregory: Yes, of cour.....

Gregory suddenly falls silent. It’s because he senses someone approaching.
He was nearly killed by the new Queen. We don’t know what will happen if he gets caught again — so he needs to act like a regular old bird.
The people approaching us are the palace gardeners.
They’re gossiping about us — the Sage’s wizards — who just recently arrived at the Western magic headquarters.

Gardener: I caught a glimpse of the Sage — he had quite a stature, with such magnificent silver hair....

Akira: (Who is that....)

Gardener: I got to see a Northern wizard! He had such a tall staff and intense demeanor. It was incredible.

Akira: (He’s actually a Central wizard now....)

Gardener: I spotted the Southern wizards too. They seemed really nice.

Gardener: They sure did! But they weren’t so different from any typical guys from the countryside.
If I’m gonna spot a wizard, I’d take a Northern wizard over a Southern one. That’d spark a lot more conversation.

Gardener: Agreed.

Mitile: ..........

Gregory: How unbelievably rude....! I’m going to give them a talking to!

Lennox: Hold it! You’re currently a bird, and you’re trying to keep your presence here a secret.

Gregory: That’s true, but.... ......I’m very sorry. Westerners are attracted to flashiness.
They aren’t very good at recognizing more modest charms; they have a habit of picking what instantly catches their eye....

Lennox: It’s all right. They’re speaking the truth. But I am happy that you got angry on our behalf.
Right, Mitile?

Mitile: Ah.... Yes! You’re right.

Gregory: Please don’t take it to heart. Your birdhouse was absolutely wonderful. I’m truly grateful to you from the bottom of my heart.

Mitile: It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me! Let’s go, Mister Leno.

Lennox: Yes.....

Akira: Thank you both for the birdhouse!

Lennox: My pleasure.

Mitile: You’re welcome.

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Gregory: Sir Sage, what did you want to speak with me about?

Akira: It’s about princess Liliana. You mentioned that the current Queen tried to kill you, Gregory.

Gregory: That’s right.... I observed her for a while, but that Queen is not Liliana.

Akira: So it’s not like someone else is controlling princess Liliana — the Queen is simply not princess Liliana.

Gregory: She is not. This anecdote may be too fragile to constitute proper evidence, but....
The hairs by Liliana’s nape typically curl away.

Akira: Curl...?

Gregory: They just kind of form ringlets.... So she always struggled to keep her hair tied up high.
It required her to massage the hairs by her nape the day before, or use oils to keep everything together....

Akira: It’s tough being a princess....

Gregory: But I’ve been eavesdropping on the maids, and it seems like the Queen’s hair does not behave in that manner.
So I believe someone is using magic to disguise themselves as Liliana.

Akira: I see.....
(When I mentioned it to Oz and the others, they said that wasn’t the case, but....)

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Akira: Oz, Mithra. What was your impression based on the coronation ceremony?

Chloe: Do you think the witch who controls Western Country has disguised herself as Princess Liliana....?

Akira: Was the new Queen a wizard?

Oz: .......
No. I don’t sense a wizard’s presence.

Mithra: I didn’t sense any magic either.

Akira: What about the scepter? It’s known to be cursed in Western Country.

Mithra: A curse? I sensed no curse.
Though I did sense a stronger presence of human obsession and Western spirits around the scepter — at least compared to normal objects.
But that’s typical of old artifacts. You agree, right, Oz?

Oz: Yes.
I sensed magic from the tall blonde individual.

Akira: General Barnett?

Oz: Yes.

Mithra: Of course you did. He’s a wizard, right?

Akira: No.... He’s a human who commands the Magical Technology Corps.
....Is he a wizard?

Mithra: I think he’s a wizard. But actually — his presence is more like that of mana stones than a wizard.

Akira: Shylock said something similar....

Mithra: In any event, Liliana is a human.

Chloe: Really?

Mithra: Yes. That’s for sure.

Chloe: Then do you sense magic anywhere else? Like, in the palace, or the tower over there....

Oz & Mithra: .................

Oz: ....I sense nothing......

Mithra: I don’t sense anything either......

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: (Then.... Where is she?)
(The witch Zara, who controls Western Country from the shadows....)
It’s just hard to imagine that both Oz and Mithra could fail to catch a magical presence....

Gregory: I see.... In any event, I will continue to observe the Queen from the shadows.

Akira: Please do. Thank you.
May I ask another question?

Gregory: Yes. Please ask away.

Akira: Could you please tell me more about Princess Liliana?

Gregory: About Liliana....?

Akira: Yes.
I was told that in order to make a clean exit from the Western magic headquarters, without angering the people of Western Country...
I should praise the Queen as much as possible.

Gregory: I see.............
Liliana’s troubles aside, you do need to figure out how to return to the Central magic headquarters, Sir Sage.

Akira: Of course, I would only want to return after we’ve resolved your conundrum, Gregory....

Gregory: Thank you.

Akira: I’m not opposed to speaking highly of the Queen, but....
I don’t know anything about Princess Liliana. So I want to learn about her.
Because if I simply praise someone’s surface-level traits without knowing them....
That feels empty: it won’t leave any lasting impression.
When your Princess Liliana returns to take the throne as the rightful Queen reigning over this land....
If I had blabbed on about some made-up stories, it would cause you trouble in the long run, Gregory.
So I want you to teach me all the great things about the Princess Liliana you love....
It doesn’t even have to all be good: I just want to know. Could you please tell me about her?

Gregory: ....Sir Sage.... Thank you. It makes me happy just to hear that.
The Liliana who stood amidst the thunderous applause at the coronation ceremony was not Liliana.
It was as if the whole world had forgotten about her, all while praising someone else in her name....
So I’m very happy to hear that you haven’t forgotten about her.
Despite going through such trying times yourself, Sir Sage....

Akira: I would love to hear about her.

Gregory: Of course — I’d be happy to chat until dawn.

✦✧☾✧✦

Chloe: .....I see feathers floating around the windowsill of the tower.....
Rustica......

Owen: Something fascinating is going on with your master.

Chloe: Owen.....

Owen: Who did this to him? Tell me.
The mighty general who smells like mana stones? Or Her Red-Haired Majesty? I don’t really care.
Whoever it is, you should get your revenge. Why don’t you use your magic to snap them into temporary death — then torment them until they meet their gorey end?

Chloe: ....I won’t do that. I might get my revenge, though.
I won’t do anything I can’t tell Rustica about.

Owen: Hmph. Stop trying to be such a goody-two-shoes.

Chloe: I’m not good at all. I don’t think that’s it.
Why are you still here, Owen?

Owen: What’s wrong with me being here?

Chloe: There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry if it came off that way — you’re just always gone in the blink of an eye.
But right now... You’re still here with me.

Owen: I’m here to torment you. If I’m around, you’ll get anxious because you’re not sure what I’m going to do — it’ll keep you awake at night.
I might kill Her Majesty, and all the guys hanging out around Sir Sage. I might kill them all.
But honestly, killing humans is kind of boring.

Chloe: ....So that Queen really is a human.

Owen: Is she a wizard? If she’s a wizard, she’ll turn to stone when you kill her. Want me to give it a go?

Chloe: ............
Ah.... I seriously considered it for a second. No. You shouldn’t do that.

Owen: Heh. That’s what I like about you.

Chloe: If there were a wizard who was really, really, really good at concealing their magic — do you think they could hide it from Sir Oz as well?

Owen: Probably. Northern wizards have powerful magic, but we’re not the best at detection — unless you’re talking about animosity.
I’d think that’s the sort of thing that Western wizards are better at — you guys love detection and transformation.

Chloe: I thought so. If Rustica were doing all right, I would have asked him....
If only Murr or Shylock were here....

Owen: Why aren’t they here?

Chloe: The Western palace dispatched them on a mission to the entertainment district of the City of Nectar.
I stayed behind because I was worried about Rustica.

Owen: Huh.

Chloe: .................
....If a wizard were concealing their magic — would Northern wizards be unable to detect any magic from them that wasn’t antagonistic?

Owen: What? I could.

Chloe: W... Which is it?

Owen: I can. Because I never let my prey get away.

Chloe: I see.....

Owen: But I guess... Let’s say that we’re talking about a Western wizard, who reigned supreme, or near supreme when it came to transformation magic.....
Then maybe there’d be instances where I couldn’t sniff them out....?

Chloe: ............

Owen: But I think I would notice. Oz and Mithra wouldn’t.

Chloe: Can you come with me for a second?

Owen: What? No.

Chloe: Please!

Owen: I said no!

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Owen: ....Ugh, why is this happening to me.....

Chloe: If I recall correctly, the Queen passes by this corridor around this hour. I think we’ll catch a glimpse of her from this hiding spot soon.
Tell me if you can figure out whether she’s a human or a wizard.

Owen: Ask Murr or Shylock. If they can’t sense any magic, she’s human.

Chloe: But...........
Here she is!


Liliana: ..........


Chloe: What do you think?

Owen: ....I can’t really tell. It’s not really about whether or not the girl is a human or a wizard....
The presence of mana stones surrounding the man is too strong.

Chloe: Shylock said the same thing — that he smelled like the remains of exhausted mana stones.
The Queen and the general were together the last time we met them up close too.
Maybe that’s why Murr and Shylock didn’t notice.

Owen: So the Queen is a wizard? Should I kill her?

Chloe: Huh?

Owen: If she turns to stone, she’s a wizard.

Chloe: ..........
U-umm. N-no. You can’t.

Owen: Hmm.

Chloe: (So that’s Zara....)
(I wonder if it’s true.... That she’s the reason Rustica lost his memories....)
...In any case, I need to consult Murr and Shylock.

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21.10 May You Always Stay the Same

Shino: So this is Cortese... Where the new Queen is from.

Heathcliff: It seems like a calm, lovely area... But there’s something....

Faust: There’s murkiness in the air. The spirits of the land are confused.

Nero: It feels like something irregular has seeped into the land. ...Take a look at that.
Isn’t that the cause? Right where the crowd has gathered.

Shino: Let’s go.

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Faust: This is terrible.....

Shino: Buildings and walls are crumbling, and the plants have all withered away....

Heathcliff: ....There are dry animal carcasses too.....

Nero: Did anyone here see what happened?

Cortese resident: .........We had a witness, but....

Faust: Can we not meet them?

Cortese resident: ....He was barely clinging to life when we found him... And he’s currently saying farewell to his family.

Shino: Was he badly injured?

Cortese resident: ...No, rather.... It was like something had sucked the life out of him, and left him a dying old man....
As if in a transfixed state, he was repeating the same words over and over again: "a monster of venom"....

Shino & Heathcliff: A venomous monster....!?

Cortese resident: Yes.....
At first, it was the size of a rabbit. But as it wandered, it grew to the size of a goat....
And everything in its path was met with destruction: trees shriveled up, and animals collapsed.
And before he realized it, he could barely stand....

Faust: ....Poison....
Could you please take us to him? Maybe there’s something we can do to help.

Cortese resident: Yes, of course.

Faust: Thank you.

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Arthur: Pardon me.
.....Sir Oz isn’t in his room again.
.....All right. I will leave him a message.
I’ll write it in magic, so that Sir Oz is the only one who can see it.
.....Sir Oz, I shall return home to Central Country tomorrow.
I would like to speak to you before I go.
It makes me sad that you have avoided me to such a degree.
..........
I’ll remove that last line.....

Oz: ..........

Arthur: Sir Oz....

Oz: .....Let us speak somewhere we can be alone.

Arthur: Then I will take us to the skies with magic.
<< Pernoctant Nixzo >>


Arthur: The stars are brilliant tonight. They remind me of the skies I saw in Northern Country.

Oz: .............
I need to speak with you.

Arthur: .....Yes. I, too....

Oz: I will hear what you have to say when you are all grown up.

Arthur: When I am grown up....

Oz: .........?
.....Perhaps I have been wrong. But that is fine with me.

Arthur: ....I see. Then it is fine with me as well.
So you will stay by my side until I am grown up.

Oz: Yes.

Arthur: ..........

Oz: I will be watching over you.

Arthur: Sir Oz.........

Oz: I did not live in order to meet you.
I lived for myself.
And to this day, I do not wish for you, or for any others, to think of me fondly.

Arthur: ...Yes....

Oz: I lived.
And the events that happened during my life will one day become your grief.

Arthur: ........

Oz: I never once wished to cause you sorrow.
But one day, my existence will strike you and leave a scar upon your heart.
That was why I let you go.
If you could mingle amongst the humans and live without regard for my existence....
I believed that the storms that you would be forced to weather would become mere breezes passing by.

Arthur: ...........

Oz: But......
The loneliness I endured after I met you.... Was.....
...........

Arthur: .....Sir Oz.....

Oz: I cannot express it with words... How precious the days I spent with you were.
....My words will not reach you in their true form.
I, myself, do not understand what happened to me. But....
I would like to ask one thing of you.

Arthur: ....Sir Oz, you have a request....?

Oz: Yes.
When the day comes when you are struck by my existence and experience great sorrow—
I am the one you should loathe.
Not this world.

Arthur: ...........

Oz: Do not mistake that. I ask that you remain as you are.... You are loved by the world.
Even if your heart feels like a raging storm, attacking all that comes across its path....
You must not destroy your friends, or the world around you.
So that when you discover what is most precious to you....
......You can reach out... Without hesitation.... And hold it close.
Do not greet the world with violence.
I ask that you do not make this mistake.

Arthur: .....Sir Oz....
....I am sorry. I cannot accept this request, Sir Oz — even if it comes from you.

Oz: .....Arthur.....

Arthur: For if it is a choice between you and the world, Sir Oz, I will choose you.
Just as you lifted me out of the snowy fields when I was young — no matter what happens in this world....
I will lift you into my arms, Sir Oz.

Oz: ...........

Arthur: Here you go.

Oz: ......Why are you offering me your arms?

Arthur: Please hold me close.
I have grown quite a bit, so you may not be able to carry me in your arms like you used to, but.
Please do not hesitate. No matter who you may be — to me, you are my one and only.
The one who saved my life — and taught me the delights of magic that were once forbidden to me!
......I’m so glad.... That you did not.... Cast me aside as well.....

Oz: ..........
.....I would never cast you away.

✦✧☾✧✦

Mitile: ....I wonder if the bird made it to the birdhouse? I’m going to take a look.

Mithra: Mitile.

Mitile: Mister Mithra......

Mithra: He’s not around, right? I was looking for you.

Mitile: You were looking for me....?

Mithra: You said you wanted a mana stone.

Mitile: ....! Yes.....

Mithra: Do you need me to teach you how to eat it?

Mitile: Yes!

Mithra: So that means you want to eat it.

Mitile: Yes. I thought about it. But I’ve decided.
I want to become stronger. I’m scared of getting hurt the way Mister Shino and Mister Heathcliff did, but.....
But I’m the great witch Tiretta’s son. I’m a wizard. I’m not just some nobody.
I can show them all.

Mithra: That’s right. You’re the child of the great witch Tiretta.
You will become a powerful wizard.

Mitile: Yes.....!

Mithra: When you become a powerful wizard, Rutile will regret not accepting the mana stone I offered him.
"I’m sorry — I actually do want the mana stone. I was so silly back then; I didn’t understand a thing."
"I’m sorry, Mister Mithra. You were correct. I was wrong."
Even if he asks me over and over again — I’ll reject him at least ninety-nine times.
And when he asks for the hundredth time, I will give him a small stone, about this big.
That’s what he gets for rejecting my gift. And I’m going to give you a high-quality stone.

Mitile: When a stone is higher quality, does that mean I’ll get that much stronger?

Mithra: Of course.
When you’re as strong as someone like me, eating a mana stone will have no effect on you.
It needs to be a very high quality stone. And I am giving you that quality stone as a special treat.
Here you go. Here is the stone of a witch I killed — she lived for over one thousand years.

Mitile: ....A witch you killed.....

Mithra: Owen and the others were also after her stone: she was that powerful. Now, put it in your mouth.

Mitile: I’m supposed to eat it like this?

Mithra: That’s correct. Once you put it in your mouth, your body will naturally absorb it. You’ll understand when you try it.

Mitile: I see... I will give it a go.
...........
.....Om.

Mithra: ........
Did it disappear in your mouth?

Mitile: Not yet.

Mithra: I see.
Is it gone yet?

Mitile: Not yet....

Mithra: Strange. Why don’t you try swallowing it?

Mitile: W-won’t I choke?

Mithra: It’d be nice if it could be absorbed into your body the moment you started choking....

Mitile: Is there a trick to absorbing the stone?

Mithra: A trick.....
I guess you have to think, this is mine.

Mitile: This is mine.....
(Mine.)
(This is all mine.)
(This is mine.)
(This is all mine.)
(I’m going to become a powerful wizard.)
(I’m Tiretta’s son!)
(The son of the great witch!)
(Turn around, everyone, and look!)
(Look at me!)
(I’m Mitile; Tiretta’s son!)
........
It disappeared......

Mithra: Did you absorb it?

Mitile: That was amazing.... I understand what you mean now! That’s how you absorb.....

Mithra: Right? It’s easier to just do it than it is to explain.

Mitile: Yes.... .........!?

Mithra: What’s wrong?

Mitile: K....uh..... Ah!

Mithra: Mitile? Mitile, what’s wrong?

Mitile: Ah.... Ah.....! Ah, ahhh.....!

Mithra: Mitile?

Mitile: It’s hot... cold... I don’t kn....!

Mithra: Wh... What are you saying? Did you eat something strange?

Mitile: Ah.... Ah.... ...........

Mithra: ....Have you calmed down?

Mitile: ..........
Hehe......
Hehehe...... Ahahaha..........
Ah! Ahaha! Heheh, heheh! Ahahaha!

Mithra: Mitile! Mitile!

Mitile: Gyahaha! Phew! Nope, nope, nope!!
No.... Save me....!

Bradley: Look at me.

Mitile: ......!

Mithra: Bradley.

Bradley: Mitile. Look at me. Don’t look away. Look right into my eyes.

Mitile: Ah.... Ahh!

Bradley: Look at me. Don’t look away! Mithra, you fed him a mana stone, didn’t you?
If you eat a stone stronger than your magical capacity, the stone takes you in.

Mithra: What!? No way. That never happened to me.....

Bradley: Yeah. Because you’d basically never run into a wizard stronger than you.

Mitile: Heheh, heheh..... Wah... waaaah.... Ooooh.....!

Mithra: What’s going to happen to Mitile? Don’t tell me he’s going to die?

Bradley: I’ve seen it happen. If you don’t want him to die, call his name.
We need to bring him back.

Mithra: Mitile, Mitile.....!

Bradley: Look this way! Look at me! Mitile!

(Thump)

Mitile: .........!

Bradley: Mitile, answer me!

Mitile: .........Yes.....!

Bradley: You know who I am?

Mitile: .....Mister....Bradley.....

Bradley: Good boy. Can you hold onto me? Put your arms around my back.

Mitile: ....I’m scared. I’m scared! My heart hurts.....!

Bradley: It’ll be all right. Because you’re strong. And we’re here.
Mithra, keep your eyes on Mitile’s face. And keep calling his name.

Mithra: Mitile, Mitile.....

Mitile: Mister Mithra.... Mister Mithra.....!
.....Mithra! Mithra!! Hehe! Hahaha!

Mithra: Mitile! Mitile! Don’t thrash around! You’ll get hurt!

Bradley: ....It’s okay. It’s okay. Come back to us. I’ll keep you here.

Mitile: Ah.... Ahhh....... Ahh.....

Bradley: Name?

Mitile: .....Bradley......

Bradley: I’m asking your name. Say it.

Mitile: ..............
....tile.....
Mitile........
...........

Mithra: Mitile.....!

Bradley: He passed out. But keep your eyes on him all night long.
I’ve seen guys get overtaken in the middle of the night — they turned to stone without ever returning to their senses.

Mithra: What should I do?

Bradley: Call his name so that he remembers who he is. The rest is up to him.

Mithra: .........

Bradley: Man.... My blood was like ice there.... I didn’t think you’d feed Mitile such a quality mana stone.
Is it because he’s Tiretta’s son?

Mithra: That’s none of your business.

Bradley: I guess that’s true.
Don’t give anything like that to Rutile. If you do, start with something weaker.....

Mithra: I won’t.
Because he rejected my offering.

Bradley: Rejecting a stone offered by Mithra himself? What a waste.
Well, I guess it means he was spared the same fate as Mitile....

Mithra: ..........

Bradley: Make sure you let Figaro know, Mithra. In case anything happens.

Mithra: Nothing will happen.
I will protect him.

Bradley: ..........
Is that so.

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