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True Love for the Blossoming Forest | Chapter 7
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Murr: Syrup, syrup~! Turn delicious~.
Shylock: Feel free to sing, but please don’t dance. If you bump into me, you’ll knock my hand out of control.
Murr: It’s better to lose some control! Go mad! It’ll add to the flavor!
Shylock: It’s against the decorum to play tricks on wine for a marriage ceremony.
....But you do have a point. Perhaps it’s just right for marriages to be a bit mad.
Murr: Did someone get married?
Shylock: A white wolf and a princess. It was a bizarre union between a spirit and a human.....
I wonder how the princess — who was thanked, pitied, and revered for her marriage to a variant — views this yearly festival?
Would you know? Murr, who fell in love with the moon. The people all laugh at you, saying you are mad.
Murr: What’s this? Are we talking about the < Great Catastrophe >?
Shylock: A marriage is a promise. Could you make a promise with the moon? Could you vow that your heart would not wander for all eternity?
Murr: I wonder! I’m single by choice, after all!
Shylock: My, that’s a faithless response.
Murr: Shylock, it’s not like I’m looking for an eternal promise. I simply yearn! You don’t need a reason to fall in love!
Shylock: ....For you, man-made constructs must hold less value than a pebble. I believe they wouldn’t even make you stumble.
Murr: I love pebbles too!
Shylock: Fufu. Your "love" is sinful.
...Even if the audience believes that the story is a tragedy, nobody can unravel the continuation of the tale once the curtain falls. I pray that....
Murr: Hey, is the syrup done yet?
Shylock: Let’s see... It might just be. Murr, help me out. It’s time for the finishing touches.
<< Invibelle >>
Murr: << Eanul Rambul >>
Shylock: What a fragrant scent.... I think this is fine. It may be knock-off flower wine, but it is still well-made.
Murr: Yay~! We’re done!
Shylock: I do hope the princess who married the spirit will be satisfied.
(Footsteps)
Chloe: Murr~! Shylock~!
Murr: Chloe and Rustica! Hey there!
Rustica: Hello. So this is where you were. I see you’re preparing the flower wine.
Shylock: We were just wrapping up the finishing touches. ...Oh my, what a beautiful lady.
If the world were full of ladies like you, I’m sure every barkeeper would lose their job. For everyone would be drunk from your beauty; there would be no need to open a single bottle of wine.
Murr, it’s your turn now. Give the lady in white your words of blessing.
Murr: That’s a nice dress! My beloved person also dons the same color! You’re no match for the moon, but it still looks great on you! I hope someone loves you as much as I love the moon!
Beautiful woman: Fufu, thank you.
Rustica: Let me introduce her. This lady is in a bit of a situation.....
✦✧☾✧✦
Shylock: —I see; she’s a mysterious being.
Chloe: Yeah. We were walking around town hoping to figure something out, but....
Shylock: Nothing yet — I see. You must be thirsty from all that walking. Would you like a sip of wine?
Rustica: Is it all right for us to drink the special flower wine?
Shylock: I need people to sample it, after all. Miss, you should have some too.
Beautiful woman: ....? This fragrance.....
Rustica: What’s wrong?
Beautiful woman: It’s his favorite scent.....
Why did I forget? This is what I was looking for.....
(Woosh)
Rustica: Oh my, Miss. Your body is turning into green leaves. Are you all right?
Chloe: Um, no, I don’t think she’s all right at all! What’s going on!?
Murr: Ahaha, how interesting! She’s turning into leaves and flying away!
Shylock: (Leaves materialized into a physical body — does that mean she was a spirit in disguise....? And I sense both life and death from within her....)
...Oh. I see; that’s how it is. No wonder we couldn’t figure out what she was. She’s a ghost who has become one with a spirit.
Chloe: Huh? What does that mean?
Shylock: To be precise, she is neither human, nor ghost, nor spirit. But she is also all of the above. I believe she is.....
(Woosh)
Murr: What a huge gust of wind! All the leaves flew away! I’m gonna chase after them!
Shylock: Wait, Murr.
I know where she is headed. Let us prepare a gift before we head over. It’s rude to pay a visit to a lady empty-handed, after all.
Chloe: A gift?
Shylock: The wine we prepared for her.
Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8
Murr: Syrup, syrup~! Turn delicious~.
Shylock: Feel free to sing, but please don’t dance. If you bump into me, you’ll knock my hand out of control.
Murr: It’s better to lose some control! Go mad! It’ll add to the flavor!
Shylock: It’s against the decorum to play tricks on wine for a marriage ceremony.
....But you do have a point. Perhaps it’s just right for marriages to be a bit mad.
Murr: Did someone get married?
Shylock: A white wolf and a princess. It was a bizarre union between a spirit and a human.....
I wonder how the princess — who was thanked, pitied, and revered for her marriage to a variant — views this yearly festival?
Would you know? Murr, who fell in love with the moon. The people all laugh at you, saying you are mad.
Murr: What’s this? Are we talking about the < Great Catastrophe >?
Shylock: A marriage is a promise. Could you make a promise with the moon? Could you vow that your heart would not wander for all eternity?
Murr: I wonder! I’m single by choice, after all!
Shylock: My, that’s a faithless response.
Murr: Shylock, it’s not like I’m looking for an eternal promise. I simply yearn! You don’t need a reason to fall in love!
Shylock: ....For you, man-made constructs must hold less value than a pebble. I believe they wouldn’t even make you stumble.
Murr: I love pebbles too!
Shylock: Fufu. Your "love" is sinful.
...Even if the audience believes that the story is a tragedy, nobody can unravel the continuation of the tale once the curtain falls. I pray that....
Murr: Hey, is the syrup done yet?
Shylock: Let’s see... It might just be. Murr, help me out. It’s time for the finishing touches.
<< Invibelle >>
Murr: << Eanul Rambul >>
Shylock: What a fragrant scent.... I think this is fine. It may be knock-off flower wine, but it is still well-made.
Murr: Yay~! We’re done!
Shylock: I do hope the princess who married the spirit will be satisfied.
(Footsteps)
Chloe: Murr~! Shylock~!
Murr: Chloe and Rustica! Hey there!
Rustica: Hello. So this is where you were. I see you’re preparing the flower wine.
Shylock: We were just wrapping up the finishing touches. ...Oh my, what a beautiful lady.
If the world were full of ladies like you, I’m sure every barkeeper would lose their job. For everyone would be drunk from your beauty; there would be no need to open a single bottle of wine.
Murr, it’s your turn now. Give the lady in white your words of blessing.
Murr: That’s a nice dress! My beloved person also dons the same color! You’re no match for the moon, but it still looks great on you! I hope someone loves you as much as I love the moon!
Beautiful woman: Fufu, thank you.
Rustica: Let me introduce her. This lady is in a bit of a situation.....
✦✧☾✧✦
Shylock: —I see; she’s a mysterious being.
Chloe: Yeah. We were walking around town hoping to figure something out, but....
Shylock: Nothing yet — I see. You must be thirsty from all that walking. Would you like a sip of wine?
Rustica: Is it all right for us to drink the special flower wine?
Shylock: I need people to sample it, after all. Miss, you should have some too.
Beautiful woman: ....? This fragrance.....
Rustica: What’s wrong?
Beautiful woman: It’s his favorite scent.....
Why did I forget? This is what I was looking for.....
(Woosh)
Rustica: Oh my, Miss. Your body is turning into green leaves. Are you all right?
Chloe: Um, no, I don’t think she’s all right at all! What’s going on!?
Murr: Ahaha, how interesting! She’s turning into leaves and flying away!
Shylock: (Leaves materialized into a physical body — does that mean she was a spirit in disguise....? And I sense both life and death from within her....)
...Oh. I see; that’s how it is. No wonder we couldn’t figure out what she was. She’s a ghost who has become one with a spirit.
Chloe: Huh? What does that mean?
Shylock: To be precise, she is neither human, nor ghost, nor spirit. But she is also all of the above. I believe she is.....
(Woosh)
Murr: What a huge gust of wind! All the leaves flew away! I’m gonna chase after them!
Shylock: Wait, Murr.
I know where she is headed. Let us prepare a gift before we head over. It’s rude to pay a visit to a lady empty-handed, after all.
Chloe: A gift?
Shylock: The wine we prepared for her.
Chapter 6 << | index | >> Chapter 8