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President of the Shitposting and Sometimes Translation Club, and twice-convicted Suzuhara Lulu shill.

I’m Back in the Other World? – Chapter 11

Chapter 11 –  The First Dinner

By punctured coin, I assume she means the old Asian/current Japanese style coins. Basically like American coins, but with a hole in the middle.


“Innkeeper, thank you for the tea. It was delicious.”

When I reached the dining room, I called out towards the kitchen.

“That’s fine. I’m glad it suited your taste.”

The innkeeper gave a light smile and took the tray from the Squad Chief, before heading back to the kitchen.

“Dinner for three, please.”

The Prince spoke to a nearby employee (the daughter of the innkeeper?), and sat down at an empty table.
The Squad Chief sat down at the table as well, so I also vaguely decided to sit down as well.
Somehow or other I ended up listening to them talk about the bandits from today, and the knight squad, before our food was carried to us.

“Tonight is bread with grilled herb chicken, and a vegetable and sausage stew.”

When I looked at the food, the innkeeper explained them to me.
Since I was hungry, I decided to immediately begin eating.
If you looked around, the other two at the table were already eating.

“Itadakimasu.”

After bringing my hands together in thanks, I tasted the food.
One by one, I took a bit of each of the foods, and chewed them.
After that, I took one of the pieces of bread from the basket in the middle of the table, and tearing off a little, I tried eating it.

“…”

I had forgotten…
The taste of the food was no different from in the knowledge of my old life.
In other words, it was not tasty.
It was by no means bad tasting. For the sake of protecting the honour of this shop, I have to say that it’s tasty for this world.
But to this tongue of mine that has gotten used to the food of Japan, it’s not food that can satisfy me.
MSG doesn’t exist in this world, but the way you use herbs and spices can greatly affect the taste of the cooking.
I know from the knowledge of my old life that the herbs and spices in this world are basically the same as those on earth.
In this world, most of those are used in medicine or talismans, and there’s no concept of using them in cooking.
The bread is also black coloured, and is extremely hard. It seems that there’s no bread that uses the fermentation of yeast. I must quickly reform this situation. If I remember correctly, spices and herbs should be sold in general stores or adventurer-related stores. Let’s have a look at them later.
While I was thinking this, perhaps because they had noticed that I had stopped my hand, the Prince and Squad Captain were looking my way.

“What’s wrong? You’re not going to eat? Does it not suit your tastes?”

“I thought that this place had pretty good cooking though.”

The Prince and Squad Captain asked me in confusion.

“No, it is fine. I was just a little shocked.”

While giving a small lie, I finished off my dinner. Whilst thinking about what I would do from now on.

After finishing dinner, I decided to try asking for a favour from the two who were now chatting while drinking fruit liquor.

“Umm, I’d actually like to go have a look at the general store and the stores that sell tools for adventurers after this.”

The two of them looked my way.

“Well, that’s fine but, did you need something from them?”

Well, if I suddenly wanted to go to a store, I suppose that’s a natural doubt.

“Yes, there are a few things that I want, you see. And so, umm, this is something difficult to ask, but…”

Indeed. Even if I go shopping, at present I have not a single one of the Golshu coins used in this world.

In this world, a single punctured copper coin is the lowest denomination ‘1 Golshu’, 10 punctured copper coins are 1 copper coin, 10 copper coins are 1 silver coin, 100 silver coins are 1 gold should. That’s how I remember it.
Above gold coins are treasure coins used for business dealings, which are worth 100 gold coins.
Comparing living expenses, 1 punctured copper coin corresponds to 10 Yen.
In other words, a punctured copper coin = ¥10, copper coin = ¥100, silver coin = ¥1000, gold coin = ¥10,000.
As for treasure coins, one of them is worth ¥10,000,000.
If I remember correctly, the living expenses of a normal commoner should be 5000 Golshu per month, so about 50 silver coins.

While recalling such a thing, I began negotiating to make money for my shopping funds.
“Umm, I have only just come to this world, so I have not even a single Golshu. It’s obvious, but I need money to purchase the things that I want. So… umm, Prince Sedrim…”

I cut off my sentence there, and looked at the Prince’s face.
What I have to negotiate with are my ballpoint pen, and the new notebook that I bought as a spare.
I’ll need the notebooks I’m currently using and my binder notebook for when I return back to Japan after all, and my permanent marker and mechanical pencil are probably not all that useful. As for my textbooks, they’re meaningless to the people of this world after all, so I’ve judged that amongst my belongings, the ballpoint pen and new notebook have the most value in this negotiation.

“Please… buy my most important thing(, the stationery that I brought from my old world)!”

 

蘇りの魔王(Yomigaeri no Maou) – Chapter 21

I just want to summarise all the normal stuff and skip right to the interesting parts of the story…

Now some of you may be wondering “Wat da FAACK is the Kingdom of Lezaad? You’ve been bloody writing “Renard” all of this time!”

Well, yes. Yes, BUT! BUT! I’ve actually been diagnosed with a severe disorder where when I misread a sequence of katakana for the first time, I will continue interpreting it wrong in my head for every time thereafter.

A good example of this is when I continually read the protagonist’s name as ‘Lurusliana’. 

I won’t apologise. It’s the disorder’s fault. Blame the disorder.

Chapter 21 – Sightseeing

Fortress City Finale.
Historically it began as the royal capital’s first line of defence against the powerful monsters that descended from the mountain range to the north, but it seems that by now it was nothing more than an unimportant frontier city.
For a while after the founding of the Kingdom of Lezaad, large numbers of monsters on the Logsera Mountain Ranges were running rampant, but that situation had immediately changed when a few hundred years ago, an Ancient Dragon had settled down on the mountain.
Perhaps because the powerful monster had become a powerful source of leadership for the lower class monsters, or perhaps because they had become the prey of the Ancient Dragon and no longer had the leisure to move south, the numbers of monsters from the mountain ranges that headed southwards towards Finale dropped sharply.
Presently it was an extremely peaceful city, and although it wasn’t as though there weren’t any monster attacks at all, even so almost none of the powerful monsters that dwelt in the mountain ranges had been seen around Finale.
Right now it was known as a trade city that was right between the capital and a number of rural towns and villages, and there were more merchants than soldiers.
It’s title as a fortress city was a leftover from the past, along with the surrounding tall stone walls that gave the city its fortress designation.

He had brought Iris along, and talking a stroll through the city and finding everything extremely curious, he was enjoying himself.
Being known as a trade city, there seemed to be goods from various places, north, west, east and south, and it was enough that he wanted to spend a whole day killing time there.

“Ojisama… Please look at this!”

Being told that by Iris, he looked at where she was pointing and found that there were magic tools, ornaments, and even food.
Because she seemed to be having a lot of fun, he was glad that they came here.

Moreover, he found not a few magus machines being sold there, and went over with Iris to window shop, but contrary to his expectations there were a number of interesting things, so after careful selection he bought one.

The magus machine that he bought was not large; it was small and seemed to be handheld, something like a primitive magus gun (Magia Pistola).
Having said that though, it was different not only to the one that Yuumis brought, but to the one that Luru made as well, and you could actually say that it was almost a magic tool.

The different between a magic tool and a magus machine was whether or not you needed to insert magic, and whether or not it would run only with the insertion of mana. These were the two large differences, but there were also some differences in construction, and you couldn’t explain it simply. Moreover, there were also magic tools where you inserted mana, and there were also magus machines where you inserted magic. It was an issue of magnitude.
In the end, differentiating them was quite vague, but explaining it simply, their effectiveness was simply different. This wasn’t exactly correct, but with this way of thinking you could correctly distinguish most of them.
However, the thing that Luru had bought was something in-between a magic tool and a magus machine, not using that erroneous criteria of effectiveness, but in a true sense where it was in a transitional period in magical technology. Because of this, Luru found it interesting.
A magus machine was something that created phenomena different from the fundamental principles and ideas of mana and magic.
It relied not only on mana and magic, but used the understanding of natural laws and the construction of the tool itself.
Things built in such a manner were magus machines.

Incidentally, what Luru purchased was shaped like a staff, and on the end of the staff there was a large crystal attached. A shot of low class magic could be inserted, and that way you could fire a pre-prepared magic without any time required. An extremely questionable effiency.
It might be better to call it a magic staff rather than a magic pistola, but the concept behind it was the same as a magia pistola.
The difference in form was but a slight issue.

Being able to chantlessly use a single spell gave you quite an advantage, so you probably couldn’t call it useless. Moreover, because you’d have already inserted the magic, even if you didn’t have mana you could use it which was another advantage.

Only, in a battle between magicians, it was probably useless.
If it was just low class magic, it would probably be enough just to have chanted some of it in advance.
At Luru and Iris’ level, they could use it without chanting, so you could even say this staff had no use to them at all.

However, it seemed like it would be good use as an excuse for when they had to actually use chantless magic, and there was also the reason that using a staff seemed more magician-ey, so he bought one.
As for the problems in efficiency, he could just remodel it one of these days.

“…Ah-”

While they were wandering about the marketplace, they bumped into people a numer of times.
Luru did, Iris did, sometimes the two of them together.
Most of the time they bumped into raggedy children so their goal was apparent, and in fact, they slapped away the slippery hands that entered the crevices of their clothing a number of times.

“Wealth disparity is something that won’t disappear no matter the era, isn’t it?”

Each time, Iris would say that with a sad expression.
Both in the distant past and in the present, this was something that hadn’t changed. On the contrary, because in the past the world was embroiled in war, poor people and orphans just increased.
She was probably speaking with that memory in mind.
Luru felt the same on this point, and in the past he had tried his best to give them protection, but even so he had seen not a few children with blacked faces, wandering the battlefields looking for food.

“…That it can’t be helped, is something I don’t want to say, but… Speaking of which, the Church was zealous in giving shelter to orphans too, weren’t they?”

Luru suddenly recalled them.
The organisation they had continued to war with held extremely cruel and harsh ideas regarding the demon race, but they seemed extremely warm to humans, busying themselves extending the scale of their philanthropic activities.
One of the things they did was shelter orphans, but the orphans they sheltered often ended up as believers of the church or soldiers who fought on the frontlines, so their goal was clear.
It was much better than simply dying a dog’s death but… It was hard to put it into words.
Luru felt it a difficult topic.

“The Church, was it? It’s a nostalgic organisation but… why don’t they exist in this era? Even though the ones who won the war were undoubtedly the humans. Could it be that the Hero really did destroy them?”

Iris raised a doubt.
Indeed.
In the seven years that he had been investigating, there was nothing like the Church from those days.
They didn’t appear in the annals of history, and seemed to have been consigned to oblivion.
There were religious organisations that called themselves “the chuch” in this era as well, but they had no relation to the Church of that era, and Luru knew that they were different organisations.
From religions that worshipped extremely simple nature gods, to religions that worshipped a number of gods that were more like people, all the way to religions that prayed to rocks and mountains, there were a great variety of religions, building temples here and there. However, that Church from those days that worshipped a single deity, that talked of being saved by a Hero, and carried a slogan of completely eradicating the demons, there was no sign or trace of them to be found.

Just where on earth had they gone?
Had they disappeared in the waves of history along with the Ancient Demons?
Luru had no idea how he would investigate this though…

“…I’ll look into it one day. Fortunately, it seems that in the capital there’s a library with books from all around the world, huh.”

Besides that, they had no other leads.
It would be good if they could find out what happened to the Ancient Demons by searching the library as well, but his hopes were slim.
However, hearing Luru’s words,

“The past… It would be nice if we could find out what happened, wouldn’t it?”

smiled Iris.

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Wondering is there were any tourist attractions besides the marketplace, the two of them walked about.
He had wanted to see how developed a normal Lezaadian city was, so just walking about was plenty meaningful, but he also had the spirit of a tourist, wanting to see something interesting.
When he said this to Iris,

“I heard from Yuumis that there was an lake-floor city someplace. In a place like that there might be a lot of places to see, but if I had to say it, I think that Finale is more a place you would come for shopping.”

she replied.

Luru had also heard of a ‘lake-floor city’.
Having said that though, it wasn’t located in the Kingdom of Lezaad, and moreover it wasn’t a place that humans actually lived in, and was treated more like a den of monsters.

You could perhaps call it a historical relic.
Having said that though, it was apparently not Ancient Demon in origin.
At any rate, Luru had no memory of such a city, and Iris was the same.

“Since there’s a city at the bottom of a lake, it seems like there should be a city in the sky as well, huh.”

When Luru said this, Iris replied,

“It would be interesting if there was one, but… I don’t think there would be one on this continent. If there was a city on the Sky Continent that existed in the past, then perhaps you could call that a Sky City, but… in the end nobody could set foot there, so…”

What Iris spoke of was a continent that was discovered floating in the sky, in the past.

“The Sky Continent, huh… How nostalgic. I had wanted to try going there, but…”

That continent was once called the Sky Continent, and the continent beneath it that served as a base was called the Dark Continent, and nobody knew by what principle it floated above it. It was a mysterious land.
There existed magus machines for flying which people had tried to use to get there, but once you got close the operation of the machine would worsen, and you’d crash.
They challenged themselves to improve the magus machine a number of times, but in the end their wish to reach it went ungranted, and it was left in history as a mysterious continent.

Incidentally, in those days the humans, and in particular, the Church, had claimed that it was where angels lived, but however you looked at it, that was all talk.
Because at any rate, they hadn’t been able to go there themselves either.
There was also the problem of flying up there, but more importantly, between the Sky Continent and the Crescent Moon Continent that held the human headquarters was the home of the demon race, the True Demon Continent, blocking them off like a wall. Even when they tried to avoid the True Demon Continent by travelling by sea, they would be swept away by currents, and as for travelling through the air, the demons naturally had flying machines, so that was impossible. All this meant was that it was only something they knew about from afar, unable to do a thing besides sucking on their thumbs.
Had they just stopped the war and asked to be allowed pass to the Sky Continent that would have bene fine, but they wouldn’t stop so the Church in those days were probably all hardcore in their beliefs.
If possible, Luru wished for that kind of group to never be born again, but…

“I wonder if the Sky Continent is floating even now… I had tried to find out what kind of place it was, but… If it still exists, I’ll try researching it again.”

When Luru said this, Iris placed her index finger to her mouth and said,

“Ojisama, you tried going there once in a flying machine, but failed, didn’t you? …Speaking of which, is that when it first started? Your acrophobia, I mean.”

She casually mentioned Luru’s weakness.
He frowned.

“Acrophobia… I’m, bad with high places.”

What came to mind was the blue sky he had seen from the window of the flying machine, that time he had flown it through the sky.
And then flying from the True Demon Continent for half a day, and then the sudden appearance of the continent that treated the skies as its ocean.
The spectacle that was the highlight of the trip.

And, the moment it had come into sight, the sound of the alarms in the flying machine.
The altitude he was losing, and the mana that served as fuel disappearing for some reason…

“…That was, scary.”

“If I remember correctly, father had gone as a crew member as well, hadn’t he? Just hearing the circumstances is enough to make my blood run cold. No matter how much stronger than humans we demons are, dropping from such high altitudes is not something you’d escape from unharmed… Although, even if I can’t say you and father would escape unscathed, you would certainly survive.”

Although that was true, the chance of being grievously injured was not little.
In particular, the flying machine they had been riding on was a large model with stupidly powerful output, and if you made a mistake in controlling it, it was possible that it would cause harm equivalent to a number of large scale spells.
Even if they were the demon king and his close aide, it wasn’t thinkable that they wanted to sit in the middle of a large scale magic.

“I would think that battling with the Heroes would have been much scarier but…”

Iris tilted her head in wonder, and Luru replied.

“That kind of thing has its own terror…”

However, in the end Iris couldn’t understand.
When Luru asked her about it, it turned out that Iris liked flying machines, and was apparently fine even at high altitudes.
Luru felt somehow scared from the beginning, so he probably had the fear of heights in him to begin with.

There was certainly fears like ‘I’ll die so it’s scary’ and ‘I’ll get injured so it’s scary’ but… How should one say this? Perhaps you could call it a physiological fear.

Finding it difficult to find the best way to explain it, in the end Luru gave up on explaining it.

/Chapter 21 END

Chapter 22 – A Church and Priest (33%)

Chapter 22 – Church and Priest

While walking around, before they knew it the sky was dyed madder red.
In this orange world, the inhabitants of Finale’s marketplace were beginning to pack up, and one by one they walked home with happy expressions, probably to their awaiting families.

Luru and Iris were thinking to head back too, but along the way a church suddenly caught their attention.

“…I’m curious.”

So muttered Luru, before the entrance, filled to the brim with empty darkness, of a church that seemed uninhabited.
He hadn’t really had a chance to see a church institute up until now, and hadn’t gone into what you’d call a proper church until now.
In the days as a demon king he’d searched through the interiors of destroyed churches before, but both the construction style and exterior of the churchs in this era were different.
To begin with it was a different religion so that much was obvious, but that was exactly why he wanted to have a look at least once.

“If we do not stay for too long, we should be able to make dinner. Please do as you wish, Ojisama. I shall accompany you.”

So replied Iris.
Taking her up on her words, Luru slowly entered the church.
Probably not barring people from coming and going, the door was fixed open.

After taking a step inside, the lively bustle they could outside became distant, and Luru who wasn’t particularly religious towards the church, felt for some reason that he was getting in the mood to be so.

It seems that the inside of the church was extremely bare, and only had the bare minimum.
A number of tough looking benches were lined up, and further in the church was a podium that was higher than the rest of the floor.
Essentially this was all.

However, after having almost looked through the entire place, something surprisingly suddenly came to Luru’s attention, and his mouth opened in astonishment.

“Ojisama…!?”

It seems that Iris was feeling the same way, because she raised her voice as she stared at the one point.
It was further in than the podium.

She was looking where the light was seeping in through the colourful stained glass, and normally you wouldn’t find anything strange.

There, was a figure.

In contrast to the inside of this church that was dominated by grey, there stood a richly coloured, or rather properly coloured, statue.

It was the figure of a standing person.

His hair that should have been silver was by the protection of the flame spirits, dyed an exceptional burning red. And he wore a masculine expression, that seemed to symbolise his personality. From his slightly revealing outer clothing you could tell that his arms were, though thin, well built.
From a glance he seemed to be a youth, but those shining red eyes of his housed a calm and knowing expression, and had a gaze that seemed to look into the believers that came to the church.

That face, and that expression. And the colour of that hair.

Luru clearly remembered them.

Why, was in a place like this?

Why, was he standing like that in a place like this?

Luru wanted unbearably to ask.

But he knew that even if he did, there would be no reply.

For the man was not actually standing there.
It was nothing more than a statue.

And like that, Luru squeezed out a voice and called the name of the statue.

“…Bacchus…”

Indeed, the statue in the church was Luru’s friend long ago, the man who was not only the trusted confidant of the Demon King, but Iris’ real father.

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It’s impossible…

Every time I look at Yomigaeri no Maou and how much more I need to translate, I get more and more depressed.

I was starting to entertain the idea of recruiting a competent MTL-er to “translate” all the filler stuff about them eating breakfast and stuff, but then I remember that some of that stuff had interesting details about the world as well.

Nooot really sure what to do. It’s not like some chapters are pure filler or anything. It’s all spaced out pretty well, so I wouldn’t be able to have somebody guesslate a section without there being something important in it.

Anyone have any bright ideas?

My other idea is just to read through the chapters myself, and for the less important chapters I’d leave dot-point summaries of the important points, translating only the dialogue and skipping all of the descriptive prose.

My third idea is just to ask a less skilled translator to help me, so that if there’s ever a line I’m not happy with, I could glare at them and make them obey my wishes.

All three of these ideas sound ridiculous, and pretty badly flawed. What do. Does anybody have a time turner? Portable hyperbolic time chamber? Anything like that?

EDIT: I suppose my final option is just to get extremely liberal with any of the longer or more annoying to translate chapters. I’d retain the information, though the feel would be a bit different. That would make things a bit easier though, and it wouldn’t affect any of the dialogue or characterisation.

Pretty sure it would read more smoothly in English as well, but the downside is that it would be, iunno. Lazier.

I’m Back in the Other World? – Chapter 10

Chapter 10 –  Magecraft

With both the cookies and the tea gone, I, who had eaten but a single cookie, was now preparing more tea, when the Prince called out to me as though he had suddenly recalled something.

“Speaking of which, you said that you remembered your past life, but what kind of person were you, Sakura? And you said that you were fifteen, but that technique you used on the bandit chief was pretty good. Where did you remember it from?”

When the Prince had said that, the Squad Captain froze, and turned this way like a machine whose gears needed oiling.
What’s the matter with him? This person freezes up a lot, don’t they?
While thinking this, I looked at him and found that the Squad Captain was looking at me with movements like a robot in need of a good oiling. He opened his mouth.

“Fif-…teen…?”

You’re going to bring that up too? Everyone is surprised when they hear my age, but do I look that different? Being fifteen means that I’m already a fine lady, yet you all say things like this. How rude. After half a year I’ll be sixteen, and at sixteen I can even get married you know? I’m already a fine adult.
While thinking something like this, the Squad Captain started muttering something.

“Fifteen she says…? To think that this child was… But if she’s fifteen, then she’s already an adult but… But however I you look at her, she’s only seven or eight…”

OIOI. Certainly even I’m aware that I’m underdeveloped and stopped growing at eleven, but I have no recollection of being mistaken for a seven year old. Despite how I seem, when I was in primary school I was quick to develop, and was even said to be developing prematurely, yet to think that now I’m being called underdeveloped, or a primary schooler of the like…
No, no, now’s not the time to be thinking about that. Right now I have to properly convey to them that I’m a fifteen year old.

“Just who’s a child? I am fifteen years old. In a world where there are 24 hours a day, and 365 days a year, I am fifteen. In just half a year, I’ll be sixteen. I’m already a fine adult. Ah, this world has days comprising twelve double-hours, so the flow of time is the same. So, even in Alselia, I’m a fifteen year old.”

Indeed; time and physics in Alselia is basically the same as on earth. The writing system and counting system is different, but all the fundamental things are the same.
Up until now, there’s been almost no place where the knowledge of my previous life has been useful; on the contrary I thought it was a bother, but now, finally, it’s helped me. Rather, it’s playing a huge role, isn’t it? It’s wonderful, my previous life.

“It seems that in my previous life, I was called a person called a “magus”. It seems that I was a “Court Magus” or something, you see. Incidentally, my martial skills were learnt at a dojo I’ve frequented since I was a child. It seems that the cause of death in my previous life was because I was stabbed from behind with a sword, so I felt that physical combat skills were necessary for self protection. I’ve been training for about ten years. In the other world, I couldn’t use magecraft at all, so I put the effort I would have spent in magic into martial arts as well, you see.”

After replying, I took a sip of tea.

“A magus you say? Hmm, but you couldn’t use magic in your world, Sakura? Even if you couldn’t use it in that world, can you not use it in this one?”

The Prince seemed somewhat desperate. Well, even in my knowledge of my past life there were very few people who could use magecraft, let alone somebody talented enough to be called a magus, who would be a precious human resource. If things haven’t changed since then, then it’s not as though I can’t understand wanting to pull over magi to your nation’s side, but…

“I haven’t tested it in Alselia yet. At any rate, the moment I came to this world I was in that kind of situation after all.”

I haven’t had the time to do something like test out magecraft you know. My life was suddenly thrown in danger, after all.

“Then won’t you try it out now? If it’s a simple magecraft, even doing it here isn’t a problem, right?”

Well, I did need to try it somewhere, so there shouldn’t be a problem.

“I understand. Then I will try using the basic ignition spell.”

The ignition spell is… well, speaking simply, it’s basically a lighter or a match I suppose. It’s a spell that lights a fire at the tip of your fingers. It’s the very basic of the basics that you learn when you first begin learning magecraft, so there’s hardly any danger.

“Well then… What I desire is a small flame.

I concentrated and chanted.

By the way, the chant is for the sake of solidifying the user’s mental image, so honestly speaking, just about anything will do. When I first began, my shishou in magecraft taught me what was easiest to form a mental image, but the person themselves said that if you could imagine it, any chant was fine.
Once you understood that and could construct your chants, then you could be called a elementary class magician, and once you could use elementary class spells without chanting and invoke it using only mental imagery, you were called a magician.
And once you surpassed this level and could construct new spell theories by yourself, you were called a 『magi』.
In other words, those up until the magician level used only spells whose compositions were publicly available, whereas magi could use spells of original compositions.

Magecraft is the act of transforming the energy inside you into power, and by giving it an image, an effect like the image appears. However, no matter how strong your image is, this is something that ignores the laws of the world; in other words, things that aren’t a match for reason will not be able to be invoked as magic.
For example, “creating a sword from nothing” is impossible, but placing a lump of iron before your eyes and “changing this lump of iron into a sword” is possible. And when it comes to spells where the target is something inorganic, as long as the magic itself doesn’t fail, it will succeed. However, magic used on organic targets (such as humans or animals; things that have will), because of their will, the effectiveness will drop remarkably (even when they are unconscious).
In other words, spells like “boiling the opponent’s blood” is has an extremely difficult level of difficulty, and will almost never succeed.
As a result, magical attacks are usually things like bringing forth flames, or attacking with a ball of water or a wind blade. Creating flames is giving the image of flames to the “power” itself, so it isn’t “creating something from nothing”. The ball of water is also “gathering the moisture in the air” so there is also no problem with this.

“It seems that it isn’t invoking.”

My chant did not invoke magic.
It seems that even with the knowledge, I can’t use magecraft.

“I see.”

The Prince said this a little disappointedly.
If I could use magic, I wonder if he intended to win me over to his country. I’m glad it didn’t become something troublesome.
As somebody who tripped into another world just like in a novel, I intend to follow the standard by becoming an adventurer. I have no intention of serving a country, you know? It’s troublesome after all.
But still, it’s a pity that I couldn’t use magecraft. Even though just the elementary spells would have made my trip so much easier… It’s a downer, isn’t it?
Well, even if I think about it, I can’t use what I can’t use. Let’s consider the future instead.

“Prince, you said that you would head to the capital tomorrow, but would it be all right if I stayed with you until the capital?”

First of all, I need to think about tomorrow. They said that it would take a day by horse to reach the royal capital from this village, so it would help quite a lot if I could ride the carriage with them.

“Mn? Ahh, that’s fine. You saved us as well, after all. I want to thank you. I’d be thankful if you came with us.”

Good, that settles my means of transport. But I don’t need his thanks. It seems troublesome after all.

“Thank you very much. But, there is no need for thanks. You have helped me as well, after all.”

I think it would be best to say it clearly now.

“No, as you’d expect as a member of royalty I need to think about my position when it comes to this. Let me thank you. And moreover, you just came to this world didn’t you, Sakura? You don’t have money nor connections, right? I don’t know about your plans from now on, but I think it would be better if you accepted my thanks, though.”

Hmm, certainly I don’t have any money, nor do I have a place to stay. Even if I work as an adventurer, first it’s essential that I guarantee myself shelter and food. If I sold some of my notebooks and stationery I could probably make enough money for my immediate living expenses, but even the place where I sell it could be trouble. If I sell it somewhere bad, then things seem like they could get complicated after all, and I think it would be best to avoid things that are potentially troublesome.

“I understand. I will humbly accept your thanks. I was thinking of registering as an adventurer. As long as I’ve registered, I think I can somehow handle the rest. I’m thinking of living as an adventurer while looking for a means to return to my old world.”

I have the knowledge I need to live in this world, after all.

“An adventurer, huh. You do have knowledge of this world, but returning to your old world? Is there such a method?”

I’ve more or less guessed that the reason I’ve arrived in this world is because I fell into that hole-like thing. I have knowledge of something like that in the knowledge of my old life. That hole-like thing appears to be a mass of power running rampant in this world. It’s extremely rare, but I have the feeling that I saw a record of something like that happening in the past. It seemed to be something from a few hundred years before my past life though.

“At the moment, I do not know of a way to return to my world. According to the knowledge of my past life, that I came to this world was probably a complete coincidence. A portion of the power overflowing in this world ran wild, and temporarily created a link to the world I was in. I have memories of seeing something like that in a book before. According to the book, something like this only happens every few centuries, or even millenia. The same thing will not likely happen, at least while I live. The possibility of returning is probably limited to using a new ritual magecraft. I don’t think that intentionally creating the same phenomenon is impossible. Only, without gathering dozens of magi, it would probably be impossible.”

I told him what I knew at the moment, just to be safe. If things go well, he might even help out when the times comes, after all.

“Hmm, you understand that much from this situation? It seems that you were quite the talented magus in your old life. How about it? Do you have no intention of helping this nation with that knowledge?”

I failed. He’s completely enthusiastic in recruiting me. Even if he’s like that, he’s a Prince huh. From our chat just now, he seems to think that my knowledge is quite something. And in fact, it goes without saying that the past ‘me’ or whatever had ability as a magus, but it seems that his knowledge was abnormally great as well. It seems that he was called ‘lord Sage’ after all.

But I have no intention of serving a country, and I’ve said this many times now, but it’s troublesome. Getting involved with a country will bring forth troubles in full force after all. Let’s clearly decline.

“I’m grateful that you expressly invited me, but I intend on returning to my old world one day. And the sooner, the better. I have no intention of serving a country. And moreover, if I live as an adventurer, I’ll meet various people and various things. I think that perhaps it will be of some use to me in being able to return home.”

“I see. Then I’ll stop with the invitations. If you change your mind, please visit me whenever. I’ll welcome you.”

Saying that, the Prince left his seat. It’s nice that he’s surprisingly understanding, isn’t it? I thought that he would complain a little more, though.

“It’s almost time for dinner. You two, let’s go eat.”

Oh? Is it already that time? The room has gotten quite dark, and if I look outside, the sun seems to have set. The sky is dyed indigo. As for the time, is it a little past 6 perhaps?

“You’re right. I’m hungry as well.”

I stood up from my seat as well. It seems that the Squad Captain did as well. He hardly ever speaks, does he.
I tidied up the things I borrowed from the inkeeper, and placed them on the tray. When I was about to leave the room with them in hand, a hand suddenly appeared from the side.
When I looked in that direction, I found that it was the Squad Captain. He moved his hands to the tray I was carrying. It seems that he’s going to carry the tray for me. He’s unexpectedly gentlemanly isn’t he.

“Thank you very much.”

I thanked him, and opened the door.

 

I’m Back in the Other World? – Chapter 9

Chapter 9 –  Tea and Cookies

“Excuse me, I want to steep some tea, but would it be possible to borrow some utensils?”

I entered the dining room and heading to the kitchen, I called out to them.
The other knights and people who seemed to be villagers that were in the dining room all turned their gazes to me. It seems that this dougi that I’m wearing is curious. But I’m not an exhibition you know.

“We don’t have anything good enough to use with VIPs though. Is that okay?”

The person who seemed to be the innkeeper was kind enough to come out.

“That’s fine. Enough for three people, please.”

After replying as such, the innkeeper said “Please wait a moment.” before returning to the kitchen.
After a while, the innkeeper brought out a tray with a pot of hot water and cups.

“Don’t spill it, okay?”

After saying that they handed it over to me, but, somehow I’m getting the feeling that I’m being treated like a child.

“It’s all right.”

Looking up at the innkeeper, I told them as such, when they sort of gave me a “There’s no helping this girl, is there?” look. I get the feeling that I’m being treated like a child even more now.

Whilst feeling dissatisfied at my treatment, I returned to the prince’s room.
Because both my arms were occupied, I called out to them and had them open the door for me.

“It’s Sakura. I’ve brought tea. Could you open the door please?”

After waiting for a little, the door opened from within, and Squad Captain Raias appeared.

“Enter.”

With that one curt word, I entered.
The main table was buried in my belongings, so I placed the tray on the side table by the bed, and began preparing tea.
Is this tea herb tea? Wondering what kind of tea it was, I searched the knowledge of my old life.
While recalling the taste and effects from the knowledge of my previous life, I combined it with the knowledge of how to steep delicious tea that I cultivated in this life, to prepare it.

“I’ll be steeping the tea soon, so please tidy up the things on the table.”

While preparing, I called out to the pair who were still staring at the lunchbox and the wristwatch.
After steeping the tea and turning around, I cleared up some space on the table for the tea.
I placed cups of tea before each of them, and then sat down with tea for myself.

“These cookies are suited for eating with tea. I hope they match your palate.”

Whilst saying that, I opened the cookie bag and left it in the centre of the table, eating one cookie for myself.
Mn, yummy. By the way, these are simple butter cookies.
After confirming that I ate it, Squad Captain Raias and Prince Sedrim reached out for cookies as well.
While watching that, I took a ship of tea.
How delicious. It seems that I brewed it well.
It’s been eight years since I’ve begun cooking for myself in pursuit of delicious things, and it seems that my skills are useful in this world as well.

“This is… quite delicious. The sweetness and fragrance that spreads through the mouth is completely different to the cookies I’ve eaten before. And what’s this scent? This aroma…”

The prince raised his voice in surprise.
When I looked at the two, I found that the prince was reaching his hand out for a cookie, and the Squad Captain was looking somewhat frozen. What could be the matter?

“The fragrance is probably butter. It’s something created from cow’s milk. As for the sweetness, I held back on the sugar, so perhaps it’s the butter’s taste. If you have it with tea, the sweetness is highlighted, you see.”

After I said that, the prince held some of the tea in his mouth while chewing the cookie.
It seems that the Squad Captain had recovered from being frozen, and was moving about again. He’s drinking tea just like the prince.

“I see. Is this herb tea? The taste and fragrance are quite different from what I usually drink but… But still, it goes quite well with the cookies, doesn’t it.”

He reached out yet again for a cookie, whilst saying as such. He’s quite a glutton, isn’t he?

“Isn’t the tea you usually drink top class items? This is cheap herb tea. Both the taste and fragrance can’t be compared to the exquisite things that a member of the royal family drinks.”

I wonder if he’s ignorant of the world. I replied to him, a little shocked.
He just said “I see” before going back for another cookie. If I look carefully, it seems that the Squad Captain is doing the same.
Even though I’ve eaten only one so far, the cookies are all gone. My cookies…

 

I’m Back in the Other World? – Chapter 8

Chapter 8 –  The Current Situation – Part 2

The things I had with me when I fell into the hole.
My textbooks and notebooks, and a bag with stationery in it. My lunchbox and the cookies left over from lunch.
The dougi that I’m wearing now, and the bag that it had been left in. My bokuto. The clothing I had been wearing.
That’s all.
According to the knowledge I have of Alselia, everything besides the bokuto and cookies are impossible to obtain here. Even if it’s just a bag, the sewing technology is completely different after all, and even my clothing is the same. As for the bokuto, there shouldn’t be any weapons shaped like that in this world, and as for the cookies they should only have things that are more dried out.
In other words, no matter which of these I bring, they should prove that I am from another world.
Something easy to understand… like my mobile phone, was out of batteries. Well, even if it’s out of batteries I do believe that it would still be enough, but it would be difficult to prove its capabilities. I’ll just keep this as a back-up.
My watch… If I remember correctly, this world shouldn’t have clocks yet. Then I will go with this, and…
As for my lunchbox, ah, thank goodness, maybe I should wash it even if a little. I can probably show this too.
And finally, something easy to understand…
After thinking for a little, I decided to bring the bag with my study materials as well.

“I’ve kept you waiting.”

I returned to the room with Prince Sedrim and and Squad Captain Raias.

“I believe that these will serve as proof. They cannot be obtain in Alselia after all.”

While saying this, I brought out my notebook, stationery, lunchbox and watch, and left them atop the table.
After lining them up, I began explaining them to the two men who were watching them with great interest.
First I will show them the notebook and the stationery. I’ll trymy best to choose one of the newer notebooks, and as for the stationery, would the mechanical pencil, ballpoint pen and permanent marker do? Perhaps I should show the rubber as well.

“This is a notebook used for the sake of recording things, and stationery used to write.”

While holding the notebook and stationery up, I explained to the two.

“This notebook is a bound stack of “paper”, produced from plants using technology from my old world. Using this you record what you believe is necessary so that you do not forget later. Like this…”

I opened the notebook to the last page, and wrote “Second Prince Sedrim Al Sobure” and “Knight Squad Captain Raias Or Olford” so that they could see it.

“Oh? You can write letters even without ink? Moreover, this paper seems so smooth. I didn’t get the feeling that your pen got caught on it either.”

The prince began speaking in an admiring tone.

“Yes. The “mechanical pencil” that I just used has something in it called “lead” in place of ink. Once this lead has run out, it becomes unable to write. As for the paper, I think you’ll understand it better if you touch it later, but because it’s smooth, I do believe that your pen would essentially never get caught. And as for the things that you have written, if you do this…”

Whilst explaining, this time I used the rubber to erase “Second Prince” and “Knight Squad Captain” as a demonstration.

“What I used just now is called a “rubber” and can remove the things I wrote earlier using the “mechanical pencil” from atop the paper. You can think of it as a tool used for removing and amending errors.”

Saying that, I  picked up the notebook, the rubber, and the mechanical pencil to show them.
While gazing at them in admiration, the Prince said,

“How amazing. They did a good job thinking up something like that. Certainly with this you wouldn’t need to needlessly waste high quality paper, and you wouldn’t need to carry around ink with you either. How convenient. But hearing your explanation about the “rubber” just now, does that mean that it only works with the mechanical pencil? Does it mean that the other tools you left on the table are different?”

Prince, you’re sharp aren’t you?
Did he notice from the explanation just now that there are other types of pens too?

“Yes, exactly right. Please think of the “mechanical pencil” and the “rubber” as a set to be used together. There are other types of stationery as well, but the words written using them can not be erased by the “rubber”.”

Whilst explaining, I placed the notebook and mechanical pencil I was holding on the desk, and took the ballpoint pen and permanent marker in their place.

“The ones I am holding right now are the “ballpoint pen” and “permanent marker”. This “ballpoint pen” is a stationery tool used for writing on paper, and you can think of it as a quill and ink in one. There is ink stored inside the handle of the “ballpoint pen”. And, the words written by this “ballpoint pen” can not be erased by the “rubber”.”

Raising the ballpoint pen a little, I explained it to them.
While I’m at it, let’s explain the permanent marker as well.

“And this “permanent marker” can write on almost every surface. However, if the surface is dirty then the “permanent marker” will lose its function, so care is required. It can even write on the surfaces of swords and armour. Also, the things written can last through rain and filth, and in my world it was primarily used to mark your name on your possessions. The words written by the “permanent marker” and the “ballpoint pen” from earlier can not be erased by the “rubber”. I think it would be fine for you to think of the difference as being the ink inside them.”

In fact, when there are differences in construction or metal, the rubber can’t erase it, but explaining that much would be annoying, and to begin with reproducing these in this world is probably impossible, so there’s no problem even if I don’t explain it.
I put down the pens I was holding on the desk, and switched to explaining the lunchbox.

“This is called a “lunch box” and is a tool used for putting food inside and bringing out with you. Primarily, cooking is done in the morning and the food is eaten as lunch.”

Alselia uses baskets and the like in place of the lunchbox, but this lunchbox is made of plastic; in other words, a material that can’t be found in this world.

“This “lunchbox” is made from a material called plastic in my world. It’s light and sturdy, so it is used for things that are carried. I believe this is also something that can’t be found in Alselia.”

Whilst saying that, I opened the lid of the lunchbox and placed it atop the table.
The two men who had heard my explanation gazed at it, seemingly wanting to touch it. But, my explanation comes first. Let us ignore them.
There is also the thermos with tea inside, but this can be substituted with magic, and explaining it would be annoying. So I didn’t take it out. It’s definitely not because I don’t know how to explain it, you know? I’m telling the truth, you know?
Next is the watch.

“This is called a “wristwatch” and is a tool for telling the time. When this short hand makes a full revolution, it has been half a day, and this half-day is divided into 12 portions. The long hand represents an hour per revolution, which is half a koku[tl: 刻, equiv to a Chinese shichen]. With this, no matter where you are, you can accurately know the time.”

Both of their eyes are sparkling. When I warned them not to touch them, they looked at me like dogs waiting for their meal. Even if you look at me like that… It would be troubling if we skipped the explanation and went to “touching time”, you know.
Pulling myself together, finally the last thing are the cookies left over from lunch. I don’t know how different they are from the things in this period, but I’m also feeling a little hungry. I want to eat cookies while drinking tea.

“Finally is the “cookie”. This is a major sweet from my world. There are similar things in this world, so as long as the ingredients are right, it should be possible to create the same thing.”

I held up the cookie bag a little, and looked at the two to signify that this was the end.

“Now then, I think this should be proof that I came from another world. Since it seems that the two of you are interested, it is fine to touch them. However, please don’t treat them too violently, all right? I will go prepare some tea, so until I return, please do as you’d like.”

After leaving those words behind, I headed downstairs to the dining room to grab the tools I needed for tea.

 

Status Update and Announcement

Announcement

So, there’s some pretty exciting news today.

In celebration of THE NEW GATE’s upcoming anime adaptation, Yorai-kun has agreed to do a joint-translation of THE NEW GATE’s light novel edition.

I’m not sure how we’re going to divide the translation between us, as I’m actually a little bit particular about consistency, but I think for now we’ve agreed on a volume each.

We’ll probably get started once Yorai-kun finally gets Shield Hero DMCA’d。

喜べよ、我が妹たちよ!

Recuperating? – Chapter 1

Recuperating? – Q of Hearts (Part 1)

Note: Please don’t read it in the little pop-up for the reader. For some reason it doesn’t reflect my later edits (which I often make a lot of after publishing), so please click ‘view original’.

1106515577One Day I Became a Burikko Villainess Noble Girl, out now.
Honto tutorial here.

Think of it as throwing money at the author and Alphapolis, and getting a book with squiggles and pretty pictures as a pleasant extra.

You might be thinking, ‘Well, do I owe any thanks to Alphapolis the publisher?’, but in fact it is because the publishers are so willing to pick up web novels (Alphapolis in particular) that so many creative stories are being written by people wanting to make it as writers.


The original April Fool’s post can be found here. Honestly hoodspeek just makes Camille more adorable in my opinion.


“Wiped out…”

I think this is the first time I’ve heard Royce-sama speak in such a low and hateful voice.
So he can speak in non-refreshing tones too.

“What’s wrong, Royce-sama?”

“The soldiers that father sent to apprehend that girl were… wiped out. Moreover, the girl is currently on the run.”

“Even though I said that I would gooo~.”

It seems that the OP heroine is even more OP than expected. Even though there were talented magicians mixed in with the troops, they were still wiped out without a problem.

“Noo goood. Until you can control your magic power, I won’t let you out.”

Pulled back by arms that stretched out from behind me, I obediently settled into Achille’s arms.
Even though I used to get so panicked… because I went through that summer vacation Homework Hell in his arms, I think I’ve got quite an immunity to it now.

“But, Achille…”

“Can you guarantee that you won’t run out of magic power when facing that girl? And moreover, until His Highness gets permission, he can’t make a move either.”

“Uu… You’re right.”

The one that was most vexed right now was the currently pissed-to-the-max Royce-sama.

Using our time in recuperation …which is really just a pretext, at present we’re not even going to class, and are gathered in the castle.
As usual, it’s Royce-sama’s room.
Since we had the time, we took the trip to the castle as a chance to have Achille teach me mana control.
I still haven’t been able to control it much though… I mean, it’s something that takes a lot of details. I’m bad at things that need precision in general.
But in order to face the Heroine, I have no choice but to do it. I don’t feel in the slightest that I can beat her in mana volume, so there’s no other way…
I have faith that piling up these little practices will become something meaningful.

After I died from feeling fed up with it, Achille threw into my mouth one of the pseudo-macarons that was on the plate on the table.

“Mn, sweet ♪”

I munched on it.
While I was in a daze because of the pseudo-macaron, Achille sat down on the sofa, still holding me in his arms.

“Hang on Achille, like this I can’t mov-…”

“Do you want another?”

Achille brought another pseudo-macaron to my mouth…

“I do!”

In the end, I lost to the allure of the macaron.

While I was behaving, the conversation between Royce-sama and Achille progressed.

“Your Highness, regarding the reclamation of the town…”

“According to my father, it’ll be left to me. Ever since they failed to capture that girl the other day, I haven’t really been able to go on the offensive… Don’t you think this is a good chance?”

Leaning against the sofa opposite us, the boldly smiling Royce-sama looked a little bit like a villain.

“Yes, you have a point. Reclaiming the town will be convenient… However, the problem is what comes after.”

“Father and uncle are also really enthusiastic after all.”

Royce-sama smiled bitterly.

I don’t think that the relationship between His Majesty and Royce-sama is very risky.
But I wonder if His Majesty will become peevish about Royce-sama alone taking all of the best achievements. And while I’m at it, His Highness the Royal Prince as well.
This isn’t the time for internal disputes, but it seems that we need to pay attention to them as well.
It’s nothing but troublesome stuff, isn’t it? I feel sorry for Royce-sama to be stuck between these two things.
-munch munch-

Royce-sama and Achille continued their conversation further.

“There have always been people dissatisfied with the monarchy to begin with but… it feels like recently, the number of extremists has gone up all at once, huh…”

“It is a little unnatural, isn’t it.”

Having not seen how the extremist situation is going, I’m finding it hard to say anything though…

“If they used the magic that was cast on you Achille, they might be able to create some instant soldiers, huh.”

“…That would be the worst, wouldn’t it? In that case, would that mean that we have no choice but to attack people who are only guilty of being manipulated by forbidden arts?”

I don’t know how many people have been affected by forbidden arts, but it seems like it would be really really difficult if I had to dispel them all.
Even though I ended up in that state when it was just Claire.
Even if I try my best to save magic power, I would probably reach my limit at ten people. After that it seems like I’d lose consciousness from the mana exhaustion.
And moreover, if there are huge numbers of extremists, it would probably be difficult just to determine if there was forbidden magic cast, huh?

“Royce-sama, is it okay if I help out with the town reclamation?”

Still being hugged by Achille, I turned to Royce-sama.

“Hmm. I need your power, Camille.”

“Your Highness.”

Achille butt into our conversation. The arms around me squeezed tighter.

“Saying that so suddenly, did you intend on having Camille head to the frontlines from the beginning?”

“Mmn, she’s an essential war asset after all. If I send her out from the beginning, the number of victims will decrease.”

“Even though her mana control is still unstable? And moreover, she isn’t used to fighting humans.”

“Even so, she’s more capable than the other magicians or soldiers. Even I wouldn’t want to use her if possible, you know.”

Huh? Things seem a little stormy…

“Ah-, Achille?”

I quietly turned my around, to check how Achille was doing… And then I regretted it.

“Understood. Then I shall accompany Camille.”

Achille was staring at Royce-sama with a blizzard smile just like in the game.
Scary…

“B-, But hey. I mean, you have another job… A more, intellectual job, right-?”

“I can do that even on-scene. Camille?”

It’s no good. It doesn’t look like Achille has any intention of backing down.

Royce-sama seemed to be pondering something.


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Status Report and Random Message (& Plagiarism Update)

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Because I’m a Crafty Sheeprabbit
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Umm, so a little bit ago I talked about my concerns regarding a certain translation group. I’m still feeling things out and haven’t decided personally how trustworthy these guys are, but we can all be the judge of that ourselves. (:

There’s a discussion here by the unnamedteam themselves, and here is a reddit copy of my post.

Status Report

Um, so I’ve finished the Otoburi arc that I was translating up until yesterday. I honestly wanted to jump right into the next arc (if you look at the chapter names on the TOC, you’ll see why) but I did say that I would be doing some Other World. Also on the agenda is getting through one or two Maou chapters in the background while all this is happening.

I um, might be taking Sunday off (which starts in 6 hours for me) translation-wise because I have a few real-life things I need to take care of (yes, being a NEET isn’t all leeching off the government; there’s a lot of ‘trying not to be a NEET anymore’ involved), so mmn.

Um, so yeah! I might put up a poll later today to see what you guys want me to do after I’m done with Other World and a tiny bit of Maou. I won’t necessarily listen to you, but it plays a big role in my whole happiness-cost decision making.

First Year Second Semester – Chapter 16

First Year Second Semester – Black Joker (Part 2)

Note: Please don’t read it in the little pop-up for the reader. For some reason it doesn’t reflect my later edits (which I often make a lot of after publishing), so please click ‘view original’.

1106515577One Day I Became a Burikko Villainess Noble Girl, out now.
Honto tutorial here.

Think of it as throwing money at the author and Alphapolis, and getting a book with squiggles and pretty pictures as a pleasant extra.

You might be thinking, ‘Well, do I owe any thanks to Alphapolis the publisher?’, but in fact it is because the publishers are so willing to pick up web novels (Alphapolis in particular) that so many creative stories are being written by people wanting to make it as writers.


It happened in the middle of class.
When I was getting my attendance marked off as a member of the Clovers class, a row of soldiers appeared before me.

“Capture Frau Monier!”

An unfamiliar commanding soldier pointed at me and raised his voice.
With his voice as the trigger, the other rank and file soldiers all charged at me at once.

“Wha-? Frau, did you do something?”

“Who are these people? Kyaa!”

The schoolgirls in my class who didn’t know anything all screamed together at the sudden development.
Shocked by the group of soldiers, the classroom fell victim to pandemonium.

Could it be, my plans were revealed? It couldn’t be… That’s definitely not it.
I used memory wiping and mouth-sealing magic to make sure that, friend or enemy, nobody would be able to reveal a thing.
…In that case, why did the soldiers of this country appear here?
Even though my plan is still only halfway. I can’t afford to be caught in a place like this.

I have to save this world that I love so much.

The environment I was raised in was the same as the protagonist’s. A small, and impoverished village.
I took over the place of Frau Monier, the daughter of a normal family who was three at the time.

In the game world that my sister gave me… In that dream-like world, I woke up in a place like that.
And as the protagonist of the game.

“This might really be a dream though.”

In this dream that I wouldn’t wake up from no matter how much time passed, when I was injured it hurt, and I got hungry too.

And moreover…
My joy at being in that ideal world lasted for but an instant… This world was, much dirtier than the one my sister had come up with.
In the poor village that I lived in, everybody suffered because of their lifestyle. It was a scene that wasn’t shown in much detail in the game.
Here the crops had poor yield, everybody starved, and thieves appeared as a matter of course. There were even unbelievable epidemics, and even harm from monsters.
…Even so, this country wouldn’t give us a thing.
The nobles and royals only thought about themselves, and never took notice of the commoners.

There was no way that the world my sister created should have been this dirty.
So I stood up and took the first step. Together with comrades who felt the same way.
I couldn’t wait absentmindedly until the headmaster picked me up like the protagonist.

“So… What are these guys nonchantly doing, appearing wearing a mask of justice after all this time? You’re barking up the wrong tree!”

I raised my right hand to the air.
Soldiers of this level are nothing.

“I won’t let you lot dirty the precious world that Oneechan created!”

Just with a wave of my right hand, the soldiers were all sent flying into the wall.

“Quick to fall, aren’t you?”

There’s no way they could win against me, right?
I mean, I’m the protagonist in this story world, you know?
I’m definitely here to clean up this world, you know?

“What are you gunna do, Frau? You can’t go to school anymore, you know?”

Asagi who was in class right next to me was going to help me fight.

“…I can’t be helped, can it, Asagi? There are still people that I wanted to gather to us though.”

“We’re out of time, huh.”

“Well, that’s fine. It’ll be fine as long as we contact them again later… and our preliminary preparations are done.”

We ran past the confused students. I attacked the pursuing soldiers again with magic.

“Achille Jade, was it?”

“Yes, his intelligence will be useful… There was an interference, but her mind is done for now, so I wonder if she can do a thing now.”

Camille Rhodolite.

Although she was somebody from the same world as me, she was a foolish woman who lived in the exact opposite way that I did…
Even when I was grieving over the deaths of my fellow villagers, and after that even while I was running around to try and better the country even a little, she was living leisurely without a worry and celebrating her life as a noble, and enjoyed her romance game. Without paying any attention to the lifestyle of the starving people of this nation.
The first time I saw her I was just so angry that my vision turned red.

“Scary, scary.”

Asagi shrugged his shoulders while running.

“Let’s transfer. There’s a transfer magic circle to Topageria prepared in my room.”

“Yeah, alright… Oop.”

Asagi dodged an attack from a soldier lying in wait.
I’ve known him since I was little. He’s also dissatisfied with this country.
At the end of the day, he’s the ringleader of the Revolution Route, after all. It was easy pulling him over to my side.
We gathered like-minded people to our side, and then put ourselves to action.

First I used the volume of my magic power as a bargaining tool in order to have myself adopted into the noble family of the neighbouring country.
With a powerful merchant who travels the world, as well as possessing a baron’s title, the Cintron family.
In Diamonds, and Clovers, and Spades too… the J’s are all very capable. I definitely want to complete the set with the J of Hearts too.
If they’re talented, and pledge their allegiance, then they’ll definitely be useful.

“For now, let’s take shelter in the Cintron house.”

“Yeah.”

After completely crushing the soldiers, we left the school building.
I wonder, did I go just a little bit too far? But, they’re the ones in the wrong.

 


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