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Faust | Recollections Brought Forth by the Painting
MahoYaku Masterpost & Translator's Notes
CHAPTER 1
Akira: I've gotten fairly used to living here in the magic headquarters, but.... I wonder how the wizards who opposed living together are doing...?
Huh...? Is that Faust and someone from Central Country....?
Faust: Listen, I'm telling you I don't need this. ...Hey, wait! Don't just leave it....
(Footsteps)
Akira: What's wrong, Faust? Who was that....
Faust: Sage....
Akira: Woah...! What a beautiful painting of a moonlit night! The smiling youth is you, right, Faust?
Faust: Wrong. That's not me. That old man just mistook him for me and left it behind.
He brought me a national treasure — that’s an immense crime.... And he said he was ready to be punished, too.....
Akira: A national treasure...? Who painted this?
Faust doesn’t answer immediately. He bitterly narrows his eyes and glares at the painting.
I compare Faust’s terrifying gaze to the painting he’s holding.
Under a dark blue, starlit sky decorated by a silver crescent moon, a dancing youth smiles while happily dancing by an orange bonfire.
He's not wearing glasses, and he's not covered in black from head to toe, but the graceful, dancing youth looks like Faust.
Option: This is Faust, right?
Akira: This is you, right, Faust?
Faust: I’m telling you, you’re wrong.
Akira: But you look really similar. Like on the rare occasions you smile, you look like this....
Faust: I don’t smile.
Option: This isn't Faust, right?
Akira: This isn't you, Faust.
Faust: Why do you think so?
Akira: He might look like you, but... Faust, you wouldn't dance like this. That's just my gut feeling.
Right?
Faust: ..........Shut up.
Faust sighs and answers my question.
Faust: .......Alec Granville, the first king of Central Country, painted this picture.
CHAPTER 2
Faust: .......Alec Granville, the first king of Central Country, painted this picture.
Akira: The first king? The king painted this? He was so talented....
Faust: What? This is merely the work of a novice. He just wanted to be an artist, until he lost one arm during the founding war, and....
He speaks of him coldly, but Faust knows a lot about this person named Alec.
But of course he does. He says I’ve got the wrong person, but Alec and Faust definitely knew each other.
Akira: (....After all, Faust was burned at the stake because his comrade Alec suspected him of treason....)
.....Why did he deliver this to you, Faust...?
Faust: He's a holy man from Central Country. Apparently he’s been obsessed with this painting since the time he first set his eyes upon it. He said he was ready to take any punishment for carrying it out.
.....He said, this is a tall tale that's been passed down through the royal family. The king wanted to deliver this painting to me... to Faust, even in his last dying moments.
Without realizing, Faust grips the painting tightly and sinks his shaking fingers into the canvas. Embers begin to emerge from around his body.
His beautiful purple eyes, usually melancholy, are burning with intense emotion.
Faust: .....How arrogant and selfish can you be? Why should I care if this is a national treasure? I'll burn this painting.
Akira: Faust.....
A purple flame emerges from his right hand. But he neither burns nor steps on the painting.
With a bitter face, he simply turns the painting the other way and continues to stand there holding it in his arms.
Faust: ....Damn it....
Faust is an Eastern wizard. Eastern wizards are said to be gloomy and misanthropic. On top of that, Faust curses others for a living.
But I’ve also heard that he was once a hero, beloved by many people; some even called him a holy man.
Akira: (What kind of person is the real Faust....?)
CHAPTER 3
(Knock knock)
Akira: Excuse me, Faust. Are you here?
(Door opens)
Faust: What.
Akira: I’m currently putting together a Sage’s manual. I wanted to record information on each wizard here.
Faust: Why.
Akira: I-I don’t know when I might go back to my world, so, in case something happens....
Could you tell me about yourself, Faust? Such as what you’re good at, and what you dislike; what you want to do, and what you don’t want to do.
Faust: No need. Please leave.
Akira: W-wait....! Ah, right! I have a gift!
Option: Some fancy wine....
Faust: I refuse to accept bribes. Please leave.
Option: A cat keychain....
Faust: .............
Where did you get it?
Akira: At a general store in Central — here, I'll give it to you!
Faust: It's fine. I'll buy it myself. ...No I won't. I won't go. I don't need it.
Faust: Oh, that’s right. I don't want our efforts to go to waste. So you should take this.
Akira: Th... This is the painting of Faust done by Alec, the first king... I can't take this! This is too important!
Faust: Then let the cats use it as a nail file. Bye.
Akira: Ah...!
(Door closes)
Akira: Looks like I’ll have a hard time getting Faust to tell me anything...
....What am I supposed to do with this painting....
CHAPTER 4
Lennox: Sir Sage. That looks heavy. Let me carry it for you.
Akira: Lennox....
Lennox: Is this a painting? I can put it up for you if you need me to—.
Lennox looks at the painting in his hands, his eyes widening in surprise.
Lennox: This is a painting of Sir Faust.... On top of that, it was done by Sir Alec. Where did you get this...?
Akira: So it really is him. Faust refused to acknowledge it, but...
Lennox: .......... Ah........A-actually, I think it might be someone else........
Akira: Ah....! I'll keep it a secret from Faust!
I hear that Lennox used to be Faust’s servant. He looks awkward, having just spilled his master’s secret.
I stand next to him and gaze into the painting. Lennox's expression grows increasingly nostalgic as he stares at the painting.
Akira: Is this what Faust used to be like?
Lennox: ...Yes, that's right.
Akira: That's surprising... You guys danced by the bonfire?
Lennox: We lived in a time of war and upheaval, so.... Even if we emerged victorious from a life-or-death battle, we weren't able to celebrate with much.
The one thing we all looked forward to was celebrating by the bonfire. We would drink wine, play music, and dance....
Lennox's hand reaches for the youth in the painting. He doesn't quite touch the canvas as he gently traces his contours.
His gesture is filled with respect and nostalgia.
Lennox: His standing posture was beautiful, so Sir Faust was an excellent dancer as well.
He's a modest person, so he wouldn't show us very often, but everyone always looked forward to Sir Faust’s dancing.
Sir Alec was quite skillful at everything, so he could play any instrument, and he was an excellent singer as well. When the two of them performed during our celebrations, everyone got excited.
I imagine the scene as Lennox describes it. Faust and Alec, two youths laughing in the center of a revolutionary army surrounding a bonfire.
A scene where humans and wizards stand side by side, gazing at the bonfire in mutual trust.
CHAPTER 5
Akira: ....Why did Alec execute Faust, then?
Lennox: I don't know.... Though some said that he became a different person after he lost his right arm during the war.
The stronger our army became, the more people tried to fall into Sir Alec’s favor; some would flatter him, and others would provide secret reports on the wizards.
Sir Faust is a clumsy person. He wasn't good at political negotiations, you see. That's why Sir Alec gradually came to keep him at a distance....
I think — in Sir Alec eyes, Sir Faust had transformed from his childhood best friend into the cunning and mysterious head of the wizard army.
I listen to the tale of their disappearing friendship in sorrow as I gaze at the painting.
How did Alec feel when he painted this picture?
How did he feel about this smile, on the face of his friend who he lost?
Lennox: ....I wonder if he painted it with his left arm. Sir Alec must have regretted it for ages — suspecting Sir Faust.
....In Central Country, the history of the execution has been completely erased from the history books. Sir Faust is known as a holy man who helped establish the country....
Perhaps that's why there are many holy buildings dedicated to Sir Faust, as well as national holidays to express gratitude for Sir Faust, in Central Country.
Akira: So that's why Arthur and Riquet knew about Faust....
I think Faust himself must hate it.
He wouldn't want someone who hurt him like that to build holy buildings or establish national holidays in his name.
He probably doesn’t want to look at this painting, either. But Faust — he made me take it, but he didn't throw it away, or burn it.
Akira: (...I'm going to return Alec’s painting to Faust....)
Faust is a kind and serious person. That's why his feelings for Alec couldn’t have remained as pure loathing.
There’s no easy way to come to terms with someone you dearly loved betraying you, and then offering you a portrait instead of apologizing, hoping to meet you again.
Humans and wizards are both complicated.
CHAPTER 6
(Knock knock)
Akira: Faust... Are you here?
(Door opens)
Faust: .........
Faust opens the door without a word. He glances at my reluctant face and the painting I’m clutching, and sighs.
Faust: ....Sorry for forcing that onto you. It must've been troublesome. I'll take it back.
Akira: Ah....
Faust: I apologize for refusing your questions , too. As our leader, of course you'd want to know about your comrades.
You were trying to figure out how to attend to your job as the Sage. My attitude the other day was inappropriate.
I apologize.
I had come here ready to convince Faust to talk to me. Yet he apologized the moment he saw me, so I find myself at a loss.
I look at Faust's serious expression. He seems like a cold, heartless person, but in reality, he's always honest and earnest.
Like a thin silver crescent moon in the dark night sky — at first glance, he might remind you of a cold, sharp blade, but he's also refined, beautiful, and kind.
That's why I like him. I smile at him.
Akira: Will you tell me about yourself?
Faust falls silent for a while, and then nods. He opens the door to his room with one arm and beckons me in.
Faust: ...Fine. Come on in.
Akira: ...So this is Faust’s room.
Option: This knife...
Faust: Oh, be careful not to step on it. Don’t hurt yourself.
Akira: (How kind... Wait, would a kind person really leave a knife out on the floor like this....?)
Option: This straw doll...
Faust: Don’t touch it. I can’t assure what will happen to you.
Akira: (What’s going to happen if I do...)
Option: There are a lot of mirrors.
Faust: Looking at your own reflection is a good way to keep yourself on the right path, after all. Hmph... There’s no need for me to do that now, though, so I simply observe my fallen self in the mirror.
Akira: (He’s so self-deprecating....)
Faust: Sit down.
After offering me a seat, Faust hands me some pleasant-smelling medicinal tea. He then sits across from me and folds his hands.
Faust: What should I answer first?
Akira: Ah.. please give me a brief introduction. You don't have to answer what you don't want to.
Faust raises an eyebrow.
Faust: Well, with that preface, I'm not going to answer anything. You’ve come this far. Don't go easy on me.
Akira: I-I see....
Faust smiles. He has a cool gaze that often clouds his expressions, but he's a very refined, noble, and beautiful person.
Akira: (He's beautiful, serious, and good at caring for others, and he would dance during celebrations... With a leader like him, I’m sure the soldiers were incredibly motivated to fight.)
Faust: What.
Akira: Ah, no, it's nothing! Let's get started.
CHAPTER 7
Faust: Faust Lavinia. I'm an Eastern wizard, around 400 years old. I curse people for a living.
Akira: And what exactly does that entail....?
Faust: I offer curses that lower people’s good fortune. They snatch away opportunities and make misfortune more likely to befall them.
I could just curse them to death, but for humans who are loathed by others, this alone is enough. They just self-destruct.
Akira: Do you ever curse wizards?
Faust: It's not like I haven't. But usually the ones who want to curse wizards are humans, and I refuse to side with humans.
And if you curse a wizard, there's a risk that they'll return the spell. Powerful wizards are usually prepared for such an attack, too.
Akira: I see...
Option: What kinds of clients do you get?
Faust: All sorts. But I can afford to choose. I don’t accept every request that comes my way.
Those who wish to curse others usually have injured souls.
But some people end up getting even more hurt after the curse is performed, so.... I turn down those kinds of clients.
Because it’s a pain if they take out that grudge on me.
Option: You didn't curse Alec?
Faust: .........
Akira: ....I'm sorry. I thought he would’ve been the person you wanted to curse most.
Faust: ........He died while I was pondering whether or not to curse him to death.
Humans sure are short-lived.... He might've lived a long life as a human, but for me, it was far too short.
Akira: ....Thank you for answering. ...Next....
What are you good at, and what do you dislike? You can tell me about what you like and what you hate as well....
Faust looks up at the ceiling as if in thought.
Faust: ....I'm good at adjusting people’s fortunes and creating medicinal potions. I hate Central Country. Weaklings. Guys who are easily fooled. I don't particularly like anything.
Akira: Ah! I heard you liked cats! Heathcliff told me....
Faust’s cheeks turn red. He glares out the window as he rests his chin in his hands.
Faust: Damn it, why did he have to say that... I don't like them.
Akira: I actually like cats.
Faust: Really?
Akira: I didn't keep one as a pet, but I always played with the neighborhood cats... They're adorable, living life as they please.
Faust: I agree.
Akira: (So he does like cats, after all....)
CHAPTER 8
Akira: Could you show me your magical weapon, Faust?
Faust: Sure.
When Faust lifts his hand, a large mirror appears out of nowhere. It’s old, fancy, and a little frightening.
Akira: Where did you get this mirror?
Faust: A wandering wizard who stopped by my village left it in my house when he visited.
Every time I caused trouble, I would sit in front of this mirror and repent. Eventually, it came to harbor power.
Akira: A mirror left behind by a traveler... You didn’t keep it a secret from the village you were born that you were a wizard?
Faust: I did, but he found out. Maybe it’s because he was a wizard. Alec found out too, eventua—.
The moment he says that name, Faust makes a face, realizing he’s tripped up. He becomes incredibly irritated.
Faust: .....My childhood friend also found out. He didn’t tell anyone else about it, but he was a strange guy.
He kept my secret while also telling everyone else in the village that it was wrong how humans and wizards hated each other.
He said we should cooperate and become stronger together. That we should work together to protect the peace from rulers and bandits.
People were drawn to his dream — humans and wizards alike. Eventually, he gained followers, who respected him and believed in a world where we all lived peacefully in co-existence.
...By then, I had let my identity be known. There was no need for me to hide it. ....That era might have been the happiest time of my life.
Faust then falls silent.
The heavy silence sinks the atmosphere of the room. It feels like a musty basement that's been closed for hundreds of years. I open my mouth, trying to change the topic.
Akira: You’re close with Figaro as well. Where did you meet him?
I think I chose the wrong topic, because he glares at me, irritated.
Faust: I’m not close with him.
CHAPTER 9
I think I chose the wrong topic, because he glares at me, irritated.
Faust: I’m not close with him.
Akira: Ah... I mean... You seem to know him.
Faust: Back when Ale... when my childhood friend was leading an army, I heard there was a powerful wizard out there, so I asked him for his help.
I had essentially taught myself everything, so I wanted someone with ancient knowledge who could guide me. And that man just happened to fit the bill.
Akira: So you went to meet Figaro, Faust?
Faust: Something wrong with that?
Akira: No! That's not what I meant....
Faust: He appeared like an incredible person, you know? I heard he knew Oz, who was treated like a legend back in the day, too. Sir Figaro was incredibly knowledgeable, and he was a good teacher, too.
Faust mutters in an irritated hurry. He himself doesn’t realize it, but I’m surprised he called Figaro "Sir."
Faust: I admired him back then. I only discovered he was a careless, heartless man who loved flirting with women after I was burned at the stake and became a shut-in.
Akira: B-but he was worried about you, Faust.
Faust: If he were really worried about me, he should've looked for me and come to meet me. He didn't even try. That's the answer. He's got a silver tongue but nothing more.
Akira: Figaro tends to dislike making too much of an effort.....
Faust: Ahaha. Yeah, and the me-after-Alec-burnt-me-at-the-stake required nothing but pure effort.
Akira: P-please don’t be all self-deprecating. I mean, he might not have known what to say to you, and kept his distance because of it.
Just as you did with Alec's painting, Faust.
Faust frowns at my words. He directs his confusion — which has grown lighter in tone because of our conversation — at Alec’s painting.
I’m glad he seems to feel just a slightly bit less burdened.
Faust: Geez, that thing... What does he want me to do with it? Did he think I'd cry tears of gratitude?
Akira: But it is a good painting.
Faust: Hmph.
Faust crosses his legs while gazing at the painting and lets out a bitter laugh.
CHAPTER 10
Faust crosses his legs while gazing at the painting and lets out a bitter laugh.
He must have used magic — a bottle of wine and two glasses float across the room towards the table.
(Clatter)
He must be in the mood to drink.
Faust: True. It looks like he improved. It seems nicer than the stuff he painted when we lived in the village. Maybe it's because the paint he was using is more expensive.
Akira: It's the model. Faust, you look so kind and beautiful.
I wait for the cork to be pulled out, and grab the bottle. I pour Faust a glass of wine.
Faust lifts his glass without saying cheers, and sighs.
Faust: I'm beautified here. I’ve never made such a gentle expression.
Akira: What kind of expressions did you make?
Faust: I was always yelling at him. Because Alec was so reckless.
Akira: That sounds just like Arthur.
Faust: Indeed. A terrible fate clings to me.
Faust laughs and tilts his glass. We're discussing such a heavy topic, yet our conversation bounces back and forth like a dance.
All sorts of emotions light up and disappear within Faust's quiet eyes. Nostalgia, fury, pain, happiness, love, and regret.
My heart shakes like a bonfire on a moonlit night. The scent of wine fills the room, and the shadow cast by the bottle of wine begins to look like that of someone dancing.
It’s a comfortable moment, as if we’re standing shoulder to shoulder.
Akira: What are you going to do with this painting?
Faust: I'll keep it as a side dish for my wine for the time being. Feels good using a national treasure as a side dish. Hmph..... Take that.
I hope that I can witness such a sight one day: where pleasant music plays, and we all gaze at the bonfire alongside people we trust from the bottom of our hearts...
Faust, perhaps slightly drunk, will stand up, hand his glass to someone, and dance. I want to watch that and beat my hands to the music.
One day, under the crescent moon.
CHAPTER 1
Akira: I've gotten fairly used to living here in the magic headquarters, but.... I wonder how the wizards who opposed living together are doing...?
Huh...? Is that Faust and someone from Central Country....?
Faust: Listen, I'm telling you I don't need this. ...Hey, wait! Don't just leave it....
(Footsteps)
Akira: What's wrong, Faust? Who was that....
Faust: Sage....
Akira: Woah...! What a beautiful painting of a moonlit night! The smiling youth is you, right, Faust?
Faust: Wrong. That's not me. That old man just mistook him for me and left it behind.
He brought me a national treasure — that’s an immense crime.... And he said he was ready to be punished, too.....
Akira: A national treasure...? Who painted this?
Faust doesn’t answer immediately. He bitterly narrows his eyes and glares at the painting.
I compare Faust’s terrifying gaze to the painting he’s holding.
Under a dark blue, starlit sky decorated by a silver crescent moon, a dancing youth smiles while happily dancing by an orange bonfire.
He's not wearing glasses, and he's not covered in black from head to toe, but the graceful, dancing youth looks like Faust.
Option: This is Faust, right?
Akira: This is you, right, Faust?
Faust: I’m telling you, you’re wrong.
Akira: But you look really similar. Like on the rare occasions you smile, you look like this....
Faust: I don’t smile.
Option: This isn't Faust, right?
Akira: This isn't you, Faust.
Faust: Why do you think so?
Akira: He might look like you, but... Faust, you wouldn't dance like this. That's just my gut feeling.
Right?
Faust: ..........Shut up.
Faust sighs and answers my question.
Faust: .......Alec Granville, the first king of Central Country, painted this picture.
CHAPTER 2
Faust: .......Alec Granville, the first king of Central Country, painted this picture.
Akira: The first king? The king painted this? He was so talented....
Faust: What? This is merely the work of a novice. He just wanted to be an artist, until he lost one arm during the founding war, and....
He speaks of him coldly, but Faust knows a lot about this person named Alec.
But of course he does. He says I’ve got the wrong person, but Alec and Faust definitely knew each other.
Akira: (....After all, Faust was burned at the stake because his comrade Alec suspected him of treason....)
.....Why did he deliver this to you, Faust...?
Faust: He's a holy man from Central Country. Apparently he’s been obsessed with this painting since the time he first set his eyes upon it. He said he was ready to take any punishment for carrying it out.
.....He said, this is a tall tale that's been passed down through the royal family. The king wanted to deliver this painting to me... to Faust, even in his last dying moments.
Without realizing, Faust grips the painting tightly and sinks his shaking fingers into the canvas. Embers begin to emerge from around his body.
His beautiful purple eyes, usually melancholy, are burning with intense emotion.
Faust: .....How arrogant and selfish can you be? Why should I care if this is a national treasure? I'll burn this painting.
Akira: Faust.....
A purple flame emerges from his right hand. But he neither burns nor steps on the painting.
With a bitter face, he simply turns the painting the other way and continues to stand there holding it in his arms.
Faust: ....Damn it....
Faust is an Eastern wizard. Eastern wizards are said to be gloomy and misanthropic. On top of that, Faust curses others for a living.
But I’ve also heard that he was once a hero, beloved by many people; some even called him a holy man.
Akira: (What kind of person is the real Faust....?)
CHAPTER 3
(Knock knock)
Akira: Excuse me, Faust. Are you here?
(Door opens)
Faust: What.
Akira: I’m currently putting together a Sage’s manual. I wanted to record information on each wizard here.
Faust: Why.
Akira: I-I don’t know when I might go back to my world, so, in case something happens....
Could you tell me about yourself, Faust? Such as what you’re good at, and what you dislike; what you want to do, and what you don’t want to do.
Faust: No need. Please leave.
Akira: W-wait....! Ah, right! I have a gift!
Option: Some fancy wine....
Faust: I refuse to accept bribes. Please leave.
Option: A cat keychain....
Faust: .............
Where did you get it?
Akira: At a general store in Central — here, I'll give it to you!
Faust: It's fine. I'll buy it myself. ...No I won't. I won't go. I don't need it.
Faust: Oh, that’s right. I don't want our efforts to go to waste. So you should take this.
Akira: Th... This is the painting of Faust done by Alec, the first king... I can't take this! This is too important!
Faust: Then let the cats use it as a nail file. Bye.
Akira: Ah...!
(Door closes)
Akira: Looks like I’ll have a hard time getting Faust to tell me anything...
....What am I supposed to do with this painting....
CHAPTER 4
Lennox: Sir Sage. That looks heavy. Let me carry it for you.
Akira: Lennox....
Lennox: Is this a painting? I can put it up for you if you need me to—.
Lennox looks at the painting in his hands, his eyes widening in surprise.
Lennox: This is a painting of Sir Faust.... On top of that, it was done by Sir Alec. Where did you get this...?
Akira: So it really is him. Faust refused to acknowledge it, but...
Lennox: .......... Ah........A-actually, I think it might be someone else........
Akira: Ah....! I'll keep it a secret from Faust!
I hear that Lennox used to be Faust’s servant. He looks awkward, having just spilled his master’s secret.
I stand next to him and gaze into the painting. Lennox's expression grows increasingly nostalgic as he stares at the painting.
Akira: Is this what Faust used to be like?
Lennox: ...Yes, that's right.
Akira: That's surprising... You guys danced by the bonfire?
Lennox: We lived in a time of war and upheaval, so.... Even if we emerged victorious from a life-or-death battle, we weren't able to celebrate with much.
The one thing we all looked forward to was celebrating by the bonfire. We would drink wine, play music, and dance....
Lennox's hand reaches for the youth in the painting. He doesn't quite touch the canvas as he gently traces his contours.
His gesture is filled with respect and nostalgia.
Lennox: His standing posture was beautiful, so Sir Faust was an excellent dancer as well.
He's a modest person, so he wouldn't show us very often, but everyone always looked forward to Sir Faust’s dancing.
Sir Alec was quite skillful at everything, so he could play any instrument, and he was an excellent singer as well. When the two of them performed during our celebrations, everyone got excited.
I imagine the scene as Lennox describes it. Faust and Alec, two youths laughing in the center of a revolutionary army surrounding a bonfire.
A scene where humans and wizards stand side by side, gazing at the bonfire in mutual trust.
CHAPTER 5
Akira: ....Why did Alec execute Faust, then?
Lennox: I don't know.... Though some said that he became a different person after he lost his right arm during the war.
The stronger our army became, the more people tried to fall into Sir Alec’s favor; some would flatter him, and others would provide secret reports on the wizards.
Sir Faust is a clumsy person. He wasn't good at political negotiations, you see. That's why Sir Alec gradually came to keep him at a distance....
I think — in Sir Alec eyes, Sir Faust had transformed from his childhood best friend into the cunning and mysterious head of the wizard army.
I listen to the tale of their disappearing friendship in sorrow as I gaze at the painting.
How did Alec feel when he painted this picture?
How did he feel about this smile, on the face of his friend who he lost?
Lennox: ....I wonder if he painted it with his left arm. Sir Alec must have regretted it for ages — suspecting Sir Faust.
....In Central Country, the history of the execution has been completely erased from the history books. Sir Faust is known as a holy man who helped establish the country....
Perhaps that's why there are many holy buildings dedicated to Sir Faust, as well as national holidays to express gratitude for Sir Faust, in Central Country.
Akira: So that's why Arthur and Riquet knew about Faust....
I think Faust himself must hate it.
He wouldn't want someone who hurt him like that to build holy buildings or establish national holidays in his name.
He probably doesn’t want to look at this painting, either. But Faust — he made me take it, but he didn't throw it away, or burn it.
Akira: (...I'm going to return Alec’s painting to Faust....)
Faust is a kind and serious person. That's why his feelings for Alec couldn’t have remained as pure loathing.
There’s no easy way to come to terms with someone you dearly loved betraying you, and then offering you a portrait instead of apologizing, hoping to meet you again.
Humans and wizards are both complicated.
CHAPTER 6
(Knock knock)
Akira: Faust... Are you here?
(Door opens)
Faust: .........
Faust opens the door without a word. He glances at my reluctant face and the painting I’m clutching, and sighs.
Faust: ....Sorry for forcing that onto you. It must've been troublesome. I'll take it back.
Akira: Ah....
Faust: I apologize for refusing your questions , too. As our leader, of course you'd want to know about your comrades.
You were trying to figure out how to attend to your job as the Sage. My attitude the other day was inappropriate.
I apologize.
I had come here ready to convince Faust to talk to me. Yet he apologized the moment he saw me, so I find myself at a loss.
I look at Faust's serious expression. He seems like a cold, heartless person, but in reality, he's always honest and earnest.
Like a thin silver crescent moon in the dark night sky — at first glance, he might remind you of a cold, sharp blade, but he's also refined, beautiful, and kind.
That's why I like him. I smile at him.
Akira: Will you tell me about yourself?
Faust falls silent for a while, and then nods. He opens the door to his room with one arm and beckons me in.
Faust: ...Fine. Come on in.
Akira: ...So this is Faust’s room.
Option: This knife...
Faust: Oh, be careful not to step on it. Don’t hurt yourself.
Akira: (How kind... Wait, would a kind person really leave a knife out on the floor like this....?)
Option: This straw doll...
Faust: Don’t touch it. I can’t assure what will happen to you.
Akira: (What’s going to happen if I do...)
Option: There are a lot of mirrors.
Faust: Looking at your own reflection is a good way to keep yourself on the right path, after all. Hmph... There’s no need for me to do that now, though, so I simply observe my fallen self in the mirror.
Akira: (He’s so self-deprecating....)
Faust: Sit down.
After offering me a seat, Faust hands me some pleasant-smelling medicinal tea. He then sits across from me and folds his hands.
Faust: What should I answer first?
Akira: Ah.. please give me a brief introduction. You don't have to answer what you don't want to.
Faust raises an eyebrow.
Faust: Well, with that preface, I'm not going to answer anything. You’ve come this far. Don't go easy on me.
Akira: I-I see....
Faust smiles. He has a cool gaze that often clouds his expressions, but he's a very refined, noble, and beautiful person.
Akira: (He's beautiful, serious, and good at caring for others, and he would dance during celebrations... With a leader like him, I’m sure the soldiers were incredibly motivated to fight.)
Faust: What.
Akira: Ah, no, it's nothing! Let's get started.
CHAPTER 7
Faust: Faust Lavinia. I'm an Eastern wizard, around 400 years old. I curse people for a living.
Akira: And what exactly does that entail....?
Faust: I offer curses that lower people’s good fortune. They snatch away opportunities and make misfortune more likely to befall them.
I could just curse them to death, but for humans who are loathed by others, this alone is enough. They just self-destruct.
Akira: Do you ever curse wizards?
Faust: It's not like I haven't. But usually the ones who want to curse wizards are humans, and I refuse to side with humans.
And if you curse a wizard, there's a risk that they'll return the spell. Powerful wizards are usually prepared for such an attack, too.
Akira: I see...
Option: What kinds of clients do you get?
Faust: All sorts. But I can afford to choose. I don’t accept every request that comes my way.
Those who wish to curse others usually have injured souls.
But some people end up getting even more hurt after the curse is performed, so.... I turn down those kinds of clients.
Because it’s a pain if they take out that grudge on me.
Option: You didn't curse Alec?
Faust: .........
Akira: ....I'm sorry. I thought he would’ve been the person you wanted to curse most.
Faust: ........He died while I was pondering whether or not to curse him to death.
Humans sure are short-lived.... He might've lived a long life as a human, but for me, it was far too short.
Akira: ....Thank you for answering. ...Next....
What are you good at, and what do you dislike? You can tell me about what you like and what you hate as well....
Faust looks up at the ceiling as if in thought.
Faust: ....I'm good at adjusting people’s fortunes and creating medicinal potions. I hate Central Country. Weaklings. Guys who are easily fooled. I don't particularly like anything.
Akira: Ah! I heard you liked cats! Heathcliff told me....
Faust’s cheeks turn red. He glares out the window as he rests his chin in his hands.
Faust: Damn it, why did he have to say that... I don't like them.
Akira: I actually like cats.
Faust: Really?
Akira: I didn't keep one as a pet, but I always played with the neighborhood cats... They're adorable, living life as they please.
Faust: I agree.
Akira: (So he does like cats, after all....)
CHAPTER 8
Akira: Could you show me your magical weapon, Faust?
Faust: Sure.
When Faust lifts his hand, a large mirror appears out of nowhere. It’s old, fancy, and a little frightening.
Akira: Where did you get this mirror?
Faust: A wandering wizard who stopped by my village left it in my house when he visited.
Every time I caused trouble, I would sit in front of this mirror and repent. Eventually, it came to harbor power.
Akira: A mirror left behind by a traveler... You didn’t keep it a secret from the village you were born that you were a wizard?
Faust: I did, but he found out. Maybe it’s because he was a wizard. Alec found out too, eventua—.
The moment he says that name, Faust makes a face, realizing he’s tripped up. He becomes incredibly irritated.
Faust: .....My childhood friend also found out. He didn’t tell anyone else about it, but he was a strange guy.
He kept my secret while also telling everyone else in the village that it was wrong how humans and wizards hated each other.
He said we should cooperate and become stronger together. That we should work together to protect the peace from rulers and bandits.
People were drawn to his dream — humans and wizards alike. Eventually, he gained followers, who respected him and believed in a world where we all lived peacefully in co-existence.
...By then, I had let my identity be known. There was no need for me to hide it. ....That era might have been the happiest time of my life.
Faust then falls silent.
The heavy silence sinks the atmosphere of the room. It feels like a musty basement that's been closed for hundreds of years. I open my mouth, trying to change the topic.
Akira: You’re close with Figaro as well. Where did you meet him?
I think I chose the wrong topic, because he glares at me, irritated.
Faust: I’m not close with him.
CHAPTER 9
I think I chose the wrong topic, because he glares at me, irritated.
Faust: I’m not close with him.
Akira: Ah... I mean... You seem to know him.
Faust: Back when Ale... when my childhood friend was leading an army, I heard there was a powerful wizard out there, so I asked him for his help.
I had essentially taught myself everything, so I wanted someone with ancient knowledge who could guide me. And that man just happened to fit the bill.
Akira: So you went to meet Figaro, Faust?
Faust: Something wrong with that?
Akira: No! That's not what I meant....
Faust: He appeared like an incredible person, you know? I heard he knew Oz, who was treated like a legend back in the day, too. Sir Figaro was incredibly knowledgeable, and he was a good teacher, too.
Faust mutters in an irritated hurry. He himself doesn’t realize it, but I’m surprised he called Figaro "Sir."
Faust: I admired him back then. I only discovered he was a careless, heartless man who loved flirting with women after I was burned at the stake and became a shut-in.
Akira: B-but he was worried about you, Faust.
Faust: If he were really worried about me, he should've looked for me and come to meet me. He didn't even try. That's the answer. He's got a silver tongue but nothing more.
Akira: Figaro tends to dislike making too much of an effort.....
Faust: Ahaha. Yeah, and the me-after-Alec-burnt-me-at-the-stake required nothing but pure effort.
Akira: P-please don’t be all self-deprecating. I mean, he might not have known what to say to you, and kept his distance because of it.
Just as you did with Alec's painting, Faust.
Faust frowns at my words. He directs his confusion — which has grown lighter in tone because of our conversation — at Alec’s painting.
I’m glad he seems to feel just a slightly bit less burdened.
Faust: Geez, that thing... What does he want me to do with it? Did he think I'd cry tears of gratitude?
Akira: But it is a good painting.
Faust: Hmph.
Faust crosses his legs while gazing at the painting and lets out a bitter laugh.
CHAPTER 10
Faust crosses his legs while gazing at the painting and lets out a bitter laugh.
He must have used magic — a bottle of wine and two glasses float across the room towards the table.
(Clatter)
He must be in the mood to drink.
Faust: True. It looks like he improved. It seems nicer than the stuff he painted when we lived in the village. Maybe it's because the paint he was using is more expensive.
Akira: It's the model. Faust, you look so kind and beautiful.
I wait for the cork to be pulled out, and grab the bottle. I pour Faust a glass of wine.
Faust lifts his glass without saying cheers, and sighs.
Faust: I'm beautified here. I’ve never made such a gentle expression.
Akira: What kind of expressions did you make?
Faust: I was always yelling at him. Because Alec was so reckless.
Akira: That sounds just like Arthur.
Faust: Indeed. A terrible fate clings to me.
Faust laughs and tilts his glass. We're discussing such a heavy topic, yet our conversation bounces back and forth like a dance.
All sorts of emotions light up and disappear within Faust's quiet eyes. Nostalgia, fury, pain, happiness, love, and regret.
My heart shakes like a bonfire on a moonlit night. The scent of wine fills the room, and the shadow cast by the bottle of wine begins to look like that of someone dancing.
It’s a comfortable moment, as if we’re standing shoulder to shoulder.
Akira: What are you going to do with this painting?
Faust: I'll keep it as a side dish for my wine for the time being. Feels good using a national treasure as a side dish. Hmph..... Take that.
I hope that I can witness such a sight one day: where pleasant music plays, and we all gaze at the bonfire alongside people we trust from the bottom of our hearts...
Faust, perhaps slightly drunk, will stand up, hand his glass to someone, and dance. I want to watch that and beat my hands to the music.
One day, under the crescent moon.