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Main Story | Chapter 5 | Crest of the Moon
MahoYaku Masterpost & Translator's Notes
Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6
Chapter 5: Crest of the Moon
5.1 Crests
5.2 The New Wizards
5.3 The Central Wizards
5.4 The Western Wizards
5.5 The Southern Wizards
5.6 Preparing for Travels
5.1 Crests
(Rustle)
Heathcliff: ......The wind is so strong...... I wonder if Sir Sage is all right......
Snow: Do not worry. The summoning ritual is proceeding smoothly.
White: Right now, the Sage is becoming one with the "Goblet of Judgment."
Snow & White: So that he may bestow crests upon the newly chosen wizards.
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I feel like I can hear Snow and White’s voices in the distance, but I can’t see them.
Forests, rainbow-filled skies, thunderstorms over erupting volcanoes — a cacophony of scenery changes rapidly in front of my eyes.
I cling to the goblet, attacked by the sensation of hurtling through different ages and landscapes.
"Don’t let go no matter what." I recall Snow’s warning, and tighten my grip.
......Before I know it, I’m awash in a sea of golden light.
I feel like I’m standing on the moon.
Akira: ............!
Words unknown to myself tumble out of my mouth.
They ripple through the golden world around me, like water overflowing from a filled goblet.
And then the golden world vanishes, as if someone drank it all up.
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Akira: ......Huh......
Snow: You did splendidly, Sage.
White: Well done. Ten rays of light shot out from the "Goblet of Judgment" and into the world.
Akira: D-does that mean the ritual was a success?
Snow & White: Yes, yes.
Akira: Woah......
I duck down as Snow and White pat my head.
Suddenly, I become keenly aware of the heavy weight of the goblet in my hand. Shylock takes it from me, smiling.
Shylock: You did an excellent job. Under the guidance of the light, crests should appear on the bodies of the newly chosen wizards.
Akira: Crests......
Shylock continues to smile as he eases his collar open and loosely pulls it aside.
Offering me a furtive glance at his chest.
There, on the expanse of smooth skin near the swell of the left side of Shylock’s chest, is a design that looks like a tattoo of a lily.
Shylock: This is the crest.
I grow strangely flustered, both from the act of peeking down someone’s collar and under the force of Shylock’s sensuality.
Akira: Ah...... Th-thanks......
Shylock: My, my. Why is your face all red?
Shylock chuckles amusedly.
Shylock: How adorable.
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5.2 The New Wizards
Shylock: The crest appears in a different place for each person. The wizards who manifest crests on their bodies will probably make their way here from the towers in each country.
Akira: Are they coming on their own? Um, won’t there be people who pretend not to notice?
Cain: Unless the Sage’s wizards are gathered, the world will be destroyed. They’ll show up unless they wish for self-destruction.
Snow: Even if there are people like that, they’d get tracked down anyway under the enmity of every wizard in the world.
White: There’s no point to such futile resistance.
Akira: I see how it is......
(The new wizards......)
(I wonder what kinds of people will show up.)
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Eastern Country: Capital.
Eastern Country man: ......Sigh...... Things are a mess everywhere you go thanks to the < Great Catastrophe >......
Hey, Owner. I’ll have the usual.
Nero: Here you go.
Eastern Country man: Geez, what a horrible commotion...... And it’s all thanks to those damn wizards. They must’ve slacked off on their jobs.
Nero: Ahaha. I wonder.
Eastern Country man: Have you ever met a wizard?
Nero: Ah...... I guess I have.
Eastern Country man: Wizards are all such sly, lazy bastards. They have incredible powers, but they won’t lift a finger for us......
Nero: Well, I guess it’s like.... You know how no one wants to work for free.
Eastern Country man: But they can use magic! They already have it easier than us average humans. What more do they want?
Nero: Haha...... Gratitude, maybe?
Eastern Country man: Hmph, how ridiculous......
Nero: Maybe they just want.... The sorts of things you take for granted, like appreciation or compassion.
I mean, you say "I’m digging in," or "The meal was great," or "Thank you" whenever you eat my cooking.
Eastern Country man: Of course. You’re a good, hardworking young man, and everything on your menu is delicious.
Nero: Haha. Thanks.
......hh.......
Eastern Country man: What’s wrong!? Hey, is your arm all right!?
Nero: ......What’s going on.......
Eastern Country man: H-hey......! Your arm is glowing......!
Nero: ............!? Don’t tell me...... This crest is......
......You’ve gotta be kidding me.......!?
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Central Country: Church of Eschatology Headquarters.
Riquet: ......It seems like the outside world is in considerable upheaval.
Priest: Last night was the moment of Judgment that befalls us once every year. It seems that the ignorant wizards and humans have failed to protect this world.
Listen to me, Revered Riquet, disciple of God. The world has sunken to such a state because of the sheer size of the foolish masses who have strayed from the righteous path.
Wizards are neither the chosen ones, nor are they special.
They are simply sent by God to serve His chosen humans.
Riquet: I understand, Father Priest. As a wizard...... No, as a disciple, my powers exist only to serve you and this church.
For the sake of everyone here who exposed themselves to this degenerate world on my behalf and allowed me to live......
I will guide you all towards the righteous world with my power.
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5.3 The Central Wizards
Priest: Now that’s our Revered Riquet.
Everyone, let us offer up our prayers!
Church woman: Show us the light, Revered Riquet!
Church man: Guide us through the darkness!
Church woman: Devote yourself to our service, and guide us on our path forward!
Riquet: Thank you.
......ugh......
Church man: What’s wrong, Revered Riquet?
Riquet: ......My forehead is burning up......
Ah...... My head is on fire.......!
Church woman: There’s a light coming from his forehead!
Church man: Look! What’s that crest......!?
Riquet: ......Crest?
Uu..... ......What crest......? Please stop this pain, Father Priest......
Priest: .....What’s this mark......? I’ve seen it before......
Riquet! What have you done!?
Riquet: I don’t know...... Help me, Father Priest...... You’ve always taught me everything!
......What is this light? What crest are you talking about?
Church woman: Revered Riquet!
Church man: Revered Riquet!
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Western Country: Town near the border.
Chloe: Rustica. Okay, Rustica. Here’s the plan—.
Rustica: Got it.
Chloe: Can you agree after you listen to me!?
Rustica: You’re fussy about doing things in order, Chloe.
Chloe: Let’s spend the night in this town. It looks like the damage from the < Great Catastrophe > isn’t too bad here.
But everyone is on edge from the attack, so let’s keep it a secret that we’re wizards.
Rustica: I’m not really keen on telling lies.
Chloe: But you said "got it"!
Rustica: Sorry. I got things out of order.
Chloe: It’s not like we’re actively lying! We’re just keeping quiet, that’s all. Also, try not to do "that thing" while we’re here.
Rustica: What do you mean by "that thing"?
Chloe: It’s the whole reason you’re on this journey, Rustica.
Rustica: Ah, the journey in search of my missing bride. I’m afraid I can’t agree to that proposal, Chloe. If I find my bride, I simply have to talk to her.
And this time, we’ll hold a magnificent wedding for real. I’ll pledge my eternal love to her.
Chloe: I understand how you feel, Rustica. I also want to see your precious wish fulfilled.
But...... How should I put it...... Aren’t you kind of careless when it comes to searching for your bride......?
Rustica: No way. I’m more faithful than any saint.
Chloe: I get that you’re extremely serious about it. I really get it, but...... It’s a peculiar affair, or should I say, it’s hard to understand......
Western baker: Fresh bread, straight from the oven~! My wheat storage bags burst, so bread’s going for cheap today~!
Rustica: ......What a divine smell...... Only my bride could bake such delicious bread......
Chloe: Rustica!
Rustica: I’ve come for you, my bride.
Western baker: Huh!? Wha......!
(Chirping)
Western Country woman: Ahhhhhhhh! The baker turned into a bird, and got sucked into that nobleman’s birdcage!
Western Country man: Wizards! There are wizards in this town!
Chloe: Aaagh, right after I said all that! That guy’s just some random uncle!
Rustica: We finally meet again, my darling little bird. I won’t let you go this time.
I love you.
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5.4 The Western Wizards
Chloe: Stop it, Rustica....! ......Give me the birdcage.....!
Rustica: Ah.....!
Western baker: .....Aaagh..... Th-that was a shock! What’s with this guy!?
Rustica: My bride....!
Chloe: He’s obviously not!
Western Country woman: Those guys are wizards.....
Western Country man: Those wizards turned a man into a bird and captured him!
Chloe: ....Th-this is looking bad.... Let’s go, Rustica.
Rustica: But you said we’d stay the night here?
Chloe: We’re changing plans! Got it?
Rustica: Got it. Oh, look. I ended up saying "got it" after all.
Chloe: God, Rustica, I can never win with you. .....Let’s go!
Rustica: All right.
Western Country woman: They’re flying....!
Western Country woman: Wizards! Wizards came to kidnap us!
Western Country man: Someone might’ve been whisked away! Make sure your children are all safe!
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Chloe: Sigh.... I guess we’re stuck camping for another night.
Rustica: How unfortunate; it seemed like a nice town, too. I thought I was going to love it. I should’ve fixed their broken wall.
Chloe: Even if we end up loving a town, it doesn’t mean the town will love us back.
Rustica: I like camping, too. The campfire is always warm and pretty, and the stars in the sky are such a sight to behold.
I can have fun anywhere long as you’re there with me, Chloe.
Chloe: Rustica......
Thanks. I feel the same — even though you’re a master who really struggles with everyday tasks.
......hh.... Uugh.....!
Rustica: Chloe? Chloe, what’s wrong?
Chloe: Wh-what is this..... ....hh....It’s like my heart’s on fire.........
Rustica: Are you okay? Let’s make a landing somewhere. Hop onto my broomstick—..... ......!
....gh..... My throat........
Chloe: Rustica.....! Rustica, your neck is shining.....!
Rustica: ......So is your chest, Chloe...... .....I-is this.... A new fashion you came up with?
Chloe: Of course not! .....Wh-what is this.... Rustica, do you have any clue!?
Rustica: ......Th-this crest..... I remember now..... We......
We were chosen by the moon.
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Southern Country: Village school.
Southern Country child: Mr. Rutile~. We finished cleaning~!
Rutile: Ye~s.
Wow, it’s so clean. Well done, everyone!
We can’t go home until they finish repairs in the village, but let’s all work together to get through this. I’m sure it won’t be long.
Southern Country child: Ye~s!
Rutile: All right. You’re all free to do what you want till dinnertime!
(Door opens)
Southern Country woman: Mr. Rutile. I’d like to boil some water — could you make a flame with magic?
Rutile: Of course. Should I head over to the fireplace, or would you just like some embers?
Southern Country woman: I think I’ll take some embers, then. Let’s see, could you put them in this pot?
Rutile: Of course.
<< Ortonik Setomaouge >>!
Southern Country woman: Oh!
Rutile: There we go!
Southern Country woman: Ah, thank goodness. I can prepare the pot now! It’s really wonderful to have wizards around during times like these.
You even lent us the school as an evacuation site.... The whole village is grateful for your help.
Rutile: Oh, it’s nothing. I’m really grateful for all your delicious meals, too.
It was truly a horrible disaster, but in Southern Country, wizards and humans work together....
So I’m sure everything will return to normal soon enough.
Southern Country woman: I agree!
(Door opens)
Mitile: Nii-sama.
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5.5 The Southern Wizards
Mitile: Nii-sama.
Rutile: Mitile.
Southern Country woman: Oh, Mitile. Hello. Mr. Rutile just gave me embers to start a fire.
Mitile: Hello. Do you need help with anything? I can offer a hand.
Southern Country woman: Oh, it’s all right. Well then, Mr. Rutile, I’ll be going now.
Rutile: Yes. See you later.
(Door closes)
Mitile: Nii-sama. Dr. Figaro said he’d stop by the school once he closes his clinic for the day.
He said he wanted to talk to us about the crests that appeared on our bodies this afternoon.
Rutile: I see..... So these probably are the marks of the chosen wizards.
Mitile: Wizards chosen to fight against the < Great Catastrophe >, right? ....Yay! I was chosen!
Rutile: It’s a difficult role, Mitile. Why are you so happy?
Mitile: It’s an incredible role! It means the wizards from other regions won’t make fun of us anymore!
I won’t let anyone call us Southern wizards "soft, slow, and weak" anymore!
Rutile: Goodness, Mitile. You’re so competitive.
If you take on a role for a reason like that, you won’t be able to follow your heart when you want to be soft or weak.
Mitile: Follow my heart....?
Rutile: That’s right. The source of a wizard’s power is their heart.
You simply need to follow your heart and do what you truly wish to do — do what you believe is right.
No matter who makes fun of you, and no matter who you lose to — I will always love you, Mitile.
Mitile: ...I love you too, nii-sama. But that’s exactly why I don’t want anyone to make fun of you.
Nii-sama, you used to have just as much power as the Northern wizards! Because our mother is.....
Rutile: The great witch Tiretta. Let’s live our lives to the fullest so that she can feel proud in heaven.
Mitile: Yes.....
(Door opens)
Figaro: Hey, thanks for waiting.
Rutile: Dr. Figaro. Are you done with work for the day?
Figaro: Yeah. A lot of folks were injured, so it’s been busy since this morning, but I managed to treat everyone.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro! You’re going to tell us about these crests, right?
Figaro: Before I do, I’m going to introduce you to another wizard with the same crest.
He’s someone you know well. He stopped by the clinic earlier.... Leno. Lennox, come on in.
Lennox: ............
Rutile: Mister Lennox! It’s Mister Lennox, the shepherd!
Lennox: Hello.
Mitile: It’s been a while! Is the little lamb that I hugged all grown up now?
Lennox: Yes. He’s growing up big and strong.
Rutile: Mister Lennox, is there a crest on your body as well....?
Lennox: ....Right here.
Mitile: You’re right.... It’s the same lily crest.....
Rutile: So if there are four wizards with new crests.......
Figaro: It means that none of the Southern wizards who left to fight the < Great Catastrophe > will be coming home......
Mitile: ......Ah......
Rutile: ....I can’t believe it.... They were all such kind people......
Lennox: ...............
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5.6 Preparing for Travels
Mitile: Dr. Figaro..... Does that mean the same thing might happen to us....?
Figaro: Don’t worry, Mitile.
You two are the sons of the great witch Tiretta.
Plus, he might be a shepherd now, but Lennox is an experienced soldier.
Rutile: Huh!
Mitile: Wait, really!?
Lennox: .....I’m not really that experienced........
I’ve simply wandered the world for many years. That’s all.
Mitile: That’s kind of cool......
Rutile: I didn’t realize you were such an amazing person....
Lennox: ............
Figaro: See? Feeling a bit better now?
Mitile: What about you, Dr. Figaro? Is there anything cool about you?
Rutile: Hey. Don’t be rude, Mitile.
Mitile: I have to know! The wizards from other countries are going to laugh at us — especially the Northern wizards. They’re extra mean.
Figaro: But don’t you think Dr. Figaro is cool as he is? My shot-administering techniques have won the whole town over.
Rutile: Your shots hurt, Doctor.
Lennox: ....Dr. Figaro. Have you not told the two of them?
Figaro: Shh. Stay quiet about that for now.
Rutile: What is it?
Lennox: Ah..... It’s nothing.........
Mitile: Ahh, geez, there you go keeping secrets again! You know, Dr. Figaro said he’d stop drinking the other day, but I found a stash of alcohol tucked away in his cabinet!
Figaro: Sorry, sorry. Keeping secrets just happens to be my hobby.
Rutile: That’s not a very good hobby, you know?
Figaro: Forgive me, Rutile. That’s just how I am.
In any case, we’re going to head to the Southern tower tonight, so start packing now.
Lennox: Will do.
Rutile: I wonder if everyone in the village will be okay......
Figaro: Let’s do everything we can before we head on out. The < Great Catastrophe > is shaping up to be a real monster this year. I don’t know when we’ll be able to return.
Rutile: Yes.... I understand.
I hope that no more terrible things will happen.....
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Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6
Chapter 4 << | index | >> Chapter 6
Chapter 5: Crest of the Moon
5.1 Crests
5.2 The New Wizards
5.3 The Central Wizards
5.4 The Western Wizards
5.5 The Southern Wizards
5.6 Preparing for Travels
5.1 Crests
(Rustle)
Heathcliff: ......The wind is so strong...... I wonder if Sir Sage is all right......
Snow: Do not worry. The summoning ritual is proceeding smoothly.
White: Right now, the Sage is becoming one with the "Goblet of Judgment."
Snow & White: So that he may bestow crests upon the newly chosen wizards.
✦✧☾✧✦
I feel like I can hear Snow and White’s voices in the distance, but I can’t see them.
Forests, rainbow-filled skies, thunderstorms over erupting volcanoes — a cacophony of scenery changes rapidly in front of my eyes.
I cling to the goblet, attacked by the sensation of hurtling through different ages and landscapes.
"Don’t let go no matter what." I recall Snow’s warning, and tighten my grip.
......Before I know it, I’m awash in a sea of golden light.
I feel like I’m standing on the moon.
Akira: ............!
Words unknown to myself tumble out of my mouth.
They ripple through the golden world around me, like water overflowing from a filled goblet.
And then the golden world vanishes, as if someone drank it all up.
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Akira: ......Huh......
Snow: You did splendidly, Sage.
White: Well done. Ten rays of light shot out from the "Goblet of Judgment" and into the world.
Akira: D-does that mean the ritual was a success?
Snow & White: Yes, yes.
Akira: Woah......
I duck down as Snow and White pat my head.
Suddenly, I become keenly aware of the heavy weight of the goblet in my hand. Shylock takes it from me, smiling.
Shylock: You did an excellent job. Under the guidance of the light, crests should appear on the bodies of the newly chosen wizards.
Akira: Crests......
Shylock continues to smile as he eases his collar open and loosely pulls it aside.
Offering me a furtive glance at his chest.
There, on the expanse of smooth skin near the swell of the left side of Shylock’s chest, is a design that looks like a tattoo of a lily.
Shylock: This is the crest.
I grow strangely flustered, both from the act of peeking down someone’s collar and under the force of Shylock’s sensuality.
Akira: Ah...... Th-thanks......
Shylock: My, my. Why is your face all red?
Shylock chuckles amusedly.
Shylock: How adorable.
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5.2 The New Wizards
Shylock: The crest appears in a different place for each person. The wizards who manifest crests on their bodies will probably make their way here from the towers in each country.
Akira: Are they coming on their own? Um, won’t there be people who pretend not to notice?
Cain: Unless the Sage’s wizards are gathered, the world will be destroyed. They’ll show up unless they wish for self-destruction.
Snow: Even if there are people like that, they’d get tracked down anyway under the enmity of every wizard in the world.
White: There’s no point to such futile resistance.
Akira: I see how it is......
(The new wizards......)
(I wonder what kinds of people will show up.)
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Eastern Country: Capital.
Eastern Country man: ......Sigh...... Things are a mess everywhere you go thanks to the < Great Catastrophe >......
Hey, Owner. I’ll have the usual.
Nero: Here you go.
Eastern Country man: Geez, what a horrible commotion...... And it’s all thanks to those damn wizards. They must’ve slacked off on their jobs.
Nero: Ahaha. I wonder.
Eastern Country man: Have you ever met a wizard?
Nero: Ah...... I guess I have.
Eastern Country man: Wizards are all such sly, lazy bastards. They have incredible powers, but they won’t lift a finger for us......
Nero: Well, I guess it’s like.... You know how no one wants to work for free.
Eastern Country man: But they can use magic! They already have it easier than us average humans. What more do they want?
Nero: Haha...... Gratitude, maybe?
Eastern Country man: Hmph, how ridiculous......
Nero: Maybe they just want.... The sorts of things you take for granted, like appreciation or compassion.
I mean, you say "I’m digging in," or "The meal was great," or "Thank you" whenever you eat my cooking.
Eastern Country man: Of course. You’re a good, hardworking young man, and everything on your menu is delicious.
Nero: Haha. Thanks.
......hh.......
Eastern Country man: What’s wrong!? Hey, is your arm all right!?
Nero: ......What’s going on.......
Eastern Country man: H-hey......! Your arm is glowing......!
Nero: ............!? Don’t tell me...... This crest is......
......You’ve gotta be kidding me.......!?
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Central Country: Church of Eschatology Headquarters.
Riquet: ......It seems like the outside world is in considerable upheaval.
Priest: Last night was the moment of Judgment that befalls us once every year. It seems that the ignorant wizards and humans have failed to protect this world.
Listen to me, Revered Riquet, disciple of God. The world has sunken to such a state because of the sheer size of the foolish masses who have strayed from the righteous path.
Wizards are neither the chosen ones, nor are they special.
They are simply sent by God to serve His chosen humans.
Riquet: I understand, Father Priest. As a wizard...... No, as a disciple, my powers exist only to serve you and this church.
For the sake of everyone here who exposed themselves to this degenerate world on my behalf and allowed me to live......
I will guide you all towards the righteous world with my power.
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5.3 The Central Wizards
Priest: Now that’s our Revered Riquet.
Everyone, let us offer up our prayers!
Church woman: Show us the light, Revered Riquet!
Church man: Guide us through the darkness!
Church woman: Devote yourself to our service, and guide us on our path forward!
Riquet: Thank you.
......ugh......
Church man: What’s wrong, Revered Riquet?
Riquet: ......My forehead is burning up......
Ah...... My head is on fire.......!
Church woman: There’s a light coming from his forehead!
Church man: Look! What’s that crest......!?
Riquet: ......Crest?
Uu..... ......What crest......? Please stop this pain, Father Priest......
Priest: .....What’s this mark......? I’ve seen it before......
Riquet! What have you done!?
Riquet: I don’t know...... Help me, Father Priest...... You’ve always taught me everything!
......What is this light? What crest are you talking about?
Church woman: Revered Riquet!
Church man: Revered Riquet!
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Western Country: Town near the border.
Chloe: Rustica. Okay, Rustica. Here’s the plan—.
Rustica: Got it.
Chloe: Can you agree after you listen to me!?
Rustica: You’re fussy about doing things in order, Chloe.
Chloe: Let’s spend the night in this town. It looks like the damage from the < Great Catastrophe > isn’t too bad here.
But everyone is on edge from the attack, so let’s keep it a secret that we’re wizards.
Rustica: I’m not really keen on telling lies.
Chloe: But you said "got it"!
Rustica: Sorry. I got things out of order.
Chloe: It’s not like we’re actively lying! We’re just keeping quiet, that’s all. Also, try not to do "that thing" while we’re here.
Rustica: What do you mean by "that thing"?
Chloe: It’s the whole reason you’re on this journey, Rustica.
Rustica: Ah, the journey in search of my missing bride. I’m afraid I can’t agree to that proposal, Chloe. If I find my bride, I simply have to talk to her.
And this time, we’ll hold a magnificent wedding for real. I’ll pledge my eternal love to her.
Chloe: I understand how you feel, Rustica. I also want to see your precious wish fulfilled.
But...... How should I put it...... Aren’t you kind of careless when it comes to searching for your bride......?
Rustica: No way. I’m more faithful than any saint.
Chloe: I get that you’re extremely serious about it. I really get it, but...... It’s a peculiar affair, or should I say, it’s hard to understand......
Western baker: Fresh bread, straight from the oven~! My wheat storage bags burst, so bread’s going for cheap today~!
Rustica: ......What a divine smell...... Only my bride could bake such delicious bread......
Chloe: Rustica!
Rustica: I’ve come for you, my bride.
Western baker: Huh!? Wha......!
(Chirping)
Western Country woman: Ahhhhhhhh! The baker turned into a bird, and got sucked into that nobleman’s birdcage!
Western Country man: Wizards! There are wizards in this town!
Chloe: Aaagh, right after I said all that! That guy’s just some random uncle!
Rustica: We finally meet again, my darling little bird. I won’t let you go this time.
I love you.
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5.4 The Western Wizards
Chloe: Stop it, Rustica....! ......Give me the birdcage.....!
Rustica: Ah.....!
Western baker: .....Aaagh..... Th-that was a shock! What’s with this guy!?
Rustica: My bride....!
Chloe: He’s obviously not!
Western Country woman: Those guys are wizards.....
Western Country man: Those wizards turned a man into a bird and captured him!
Chloe: ....Th-this is looking bad.... Let’s go, Rustica.
Rustica: But you said we’d stay the night here?
Chloe: We’re changing plans! Got it?
Rustica: Got it. Oh, look. I ended up saying "got it" after all.
Chloe: God, Rustica, I can never win with you. .....Let’s go!
Rustica: All right.
Western Country woman: They’re flying....!
Western Country woman: Wizards! Wizards came to kidnap us!
Western Country man: Someone might’ve been whisked away! Make sure your children are all safe!
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Chloe: Sigh.... I guess we’re stuck camping for another night.
Rustica: How unfortunate; it seemed like a nice town, too. I thought I was going to love it. I should’ve fixed their broken wall.
Chloe: Even if we end up loving a town, it doesn’t mean the town will love us back.
Rustica: I like camping, too. The campfire is always warm and pretty, and the stars in the sky are such a sight to behold.
I can have fun anywhere long as you’re there with me, Chloe.
Chloe: Rustica......
Thanks. I feel the same — even though you’re a master who really struggles with everyday tasks.
......hh.... Uugh.....!
Rustica: Chloe? Chloe, what’s wrong?
Chloe: Wh-what is this..... ....hh....It’s like my heart’s on fire.........
Rustica: Are you okay? Let’s make a landing somewhere. Hop onto my broomstick—..... ......!
....gh..... My throat........
Chloe: Rustica.....! Rustica, your neck is shining.....!
Rustica: ......So is your chest, Chloe...... .....I-is this.... A new fashion you came up with?
Chloe: Of course not! .....Wh-what is this.... Rustica, do you have any clue!?
Rustica: ......Th-this crest..... I remember now..... We......
We were chosen by the moon.
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Southern Country: Village school.
Southern Country child: Mr. Rutile~. We finished cleaning~!
Rutile: Ye~s.
Wow, it’s so clean. Well done, everyone!
We can’t go home until they finish repairs in the village, but let’s all work together to get through this. I’m sure it won’t be long.
Southern Country child: Ye~s!
Rutile: All right. You’re all free to do what you want till dinnertime!
(Door opens)
Southern Country woman: Mr. Rutile. I’d like to boil some water — could you make a flame with magic?
Rutile: Of course. Should I head over to the fireplace, or would you just like some embers?
Southern Country woman: I think I’ll take some embers, then. Let’s see, could you put them in this pot?
Rutile: Of course.
<< Ortonik Setomaouge >>!
Southern Country woman: Oh!
Rutile: There we go!
Southern Country woman: Ah, thank goodness. I can prepare the pot now! It’s really wonderful to have wizards around during times like these.
You even lent us the school as an evacuation site.... The whole village is grateful for your help.
Rutile: Oh, it’s nothing. I’m really grateful for all your delicious meals, too.
It was truly a horrible disaster, but in Southern Country, wizards and humans work together....
So I’m sure everything will return to normal soon enough.
Southern Country woman: I agree!
(Door opens)
Mitile: Nii-sama.
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5.5 The Southern Wizards
Mitile: Nii-sama.
Rutile: Mitile.
Southern Country woman: Oh, Mitile. Hello. Mr. Rutile just gave me embers to start a fire.
Mitile: Hello. Do you need help with anything? I can offer a hand.
Southern Country woman: Oh, it’s all right. Well then, Mr. Rutile, I’ll be going now.
Rutile: Yes. See you later.
(Door closes)
Mitile: Nii-sama. Dr. Figaro said he’d stop by the school once he closes his clinic for the day.
He said he wanted to talk to us about the crests that appeared on our bodies this afternoon.
Rutile: I see..... So these probably are the marks of the chosen wizards.
Mitile: Wizards chosen to fight against the < Great Catastrophe >, right? ....Yay! I was chosen!
Rutile: It’s a difficult role, Mitile. Why are you so happy?
Mitile: It’s an incredible role! It means the wizards from other regions won’t make fun of us anymore!
I won’t let anyone call us Southern wizards "soft, slow, and weak" anymore!
Rutile: Goodness, Mitile. You’re so competitive.
If you take on a role for a reason like that, you won’t be able to follow your heart when you want to be soft or weak.
Mitile: Follow my heart....?
Rutile: That’s right. The source of a wizard’s power is their heart.
You simply need to follow your heart and do what you truly wish to do — do what you believe is right.
No matter who makes fun of you, and no matter who you lose to — I will always love you, Mitile.
Mitile: ...I love you too, nii-sama. But that’s exactly why I don’t want anyone to make fun of you.
Nii-sama, you used to have just as much power as the Northern wizards! Because our mother is.....
Rutile: The great witch Tiretta. Let’s live our lives to the fullest so that she can feel proud in heaven.
Mitile: Yes.....
(Door opens)
Figaro: Hey, thanks for waiting.
Rutile: Dr. Figaro. Are you done with work for the day?
Figaro: Yeah. A lot of folks were injured, so it’s been busy since this morning, but I managed to treat everyone.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro! You’re going to tell us about these crests, right?
Figaro: Before I do, I’m going to introduce you to another wizard with the same crest.
He’s someone you know well. He stopped by the clinic earlier.... Leno. Lennox, come on in.
Lennox: ............
Rutile: Mister Lennox! It’s Mister Lennox, the shepherd!
Lennox: Hello.
Mitile: It’s been a while! Is the little lamb that I hugged all grown up now?
Lennox: Yes. He’s growing up big and strong.
Rutile: Mister Lennox, is there a crest on your body as well....?
Lennox: ....Right here.
Mitile: You’re right.... It’s the same lily crest.....
Rutile: So if there are four wizards with new crests.......
Figaro: It means that none of the Southern wizards who left to fight the < Great Catastrophe > will be coming home......
Mitile: ......Ah......
Rutile: ....I can’t believe it.... They were all such kind people......
Lennox: ...............
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5.6 Preparing for Travels
Mitile: Dr. Figaro..... Does that mean the same thing might happen to us....?
Figaro: Don’t worry, Mitile.
You two are the sons of the great witch Tiretta.
Plus, he might be a shepherd now, but Lennox is an experienced soldier.
Rutile: Huh!
Mitile: Wait, really!?
Lennox: .....I’m not really that experienced........
I’ve simply wandered the world for many years. That’s all.
Mitile: That’s kind of cool......
Rutile: I didn’t realize you were such an amazing person....
Lennox: ............
Figaro: See? Feeling a bit better now?
Mitile: What about you, Dr. Figaro? Is there anything cool about you?
Rutile: Hey. Don’t be rude, Mitile.
Mitile: I have to know! The wizards from other countries are going to laugh at us — especially the Northern wizards. They’re extra mean.
Figaro: But don’t you think Dr. Figaro is cool as he is? My shot-administering techniques have won the whole town over.
Rutile: Your shots hurt, Doctor.
Lennox: ....Dr. Figaro. Have you not told the two of them?
Figaro: Shh. Stay quiet about that for now.
Rutile: What is it?
Lennox: Ah..... It’s nothing.........
Mitile: Ahh, geez, there you go keeping secrets again! You know, Dr. Figaro said he’d stop drinking the other day, but I found a stash of alcohol tucked away in his cabinet!
Figaro: Sorry, sorry. Keeping secrets just happens to be my hobby.
Rutile: That’s not a very good hobby, you know?
Figaro: Forgive me, Rutile. That’s just how I am.
In any case, we’re going to head to the Southern tower tonight, so start packing now.
Lennox: Will do.
Rutile: I wonder if everyone in the village will be okay......
Figaro: Let’s do everything we can before we head on out. The < Great Catastrophe > is shaping up to be a real monster this year. I don’t know when we’ll be able to return.
Rutile: Yes.... I understand.
I hope that no more terrible things will happen.....
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