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Debt Girl – 09

The Ninth Chapter – Ten Gold Coins

Note: This is the actual translation! The part about Este not tlcing was actually true, though. Blameste!!! As for updates…. dunno about how frequently I’ll be updating but it’ll depend on interest, probably. kthxbye

Swinging on the last carriage of the night, Bernard returned home.

Even though he hadn’t been able to organize his thoughts, Eric came to report on the day’s happenings.

That, because the tiling on the roof had deteriorated completely, they would need to be re-covered. The ceiling boards and flooring of the attic were in a similar state.

“What, the ceiling has to be repaired too?”

“It seems like bugs had been living there.”

Looking at the quote, he unconsciously clicked his tongue  .

“And then, about the materials for the roof–“

While the repairs could be done with the same terra cotta tiles, they were told that if they wanted the tiles painted, it would cost extra.

“It seems, the roof tiles are originally brown and painted blue afterward.”

“Is that so.”

The circumstances surrounding the original color were that the then-wife of the Orlellian House wished to construct a house like one that would appear in a fairy tale. And thus, a house with white walls and a blue roof was completed.

“And as such, if the tiles were to be painted in the same blue hue, it would amount to approximately this.”


The quote for the extra charge was handed over by Eric. Astonished at the amount, Bernard’s eyes opened wide.

“Wha’s this!”

“It seems that the materials for producing blue paint are expensive.”

“We don’t need to paint them!”

“But it seems that if painted, the roof tiles last a bit longer.”

“… No, for now, it’s fine.”


At present, they were barely scraping by with just the repair expenses. If he became interested in adding color to the roof tiles, he decided he’d paint it himself.

The next thing that was reported was Agnes’ doctor’s bill. It was less than he had expected.

“Oi, what about the hush money for the doctor?”

“We called a doctor who is an acquaintance of Dominic. His mouth is sealed.”

“Is that so…”

He said that her fever had gone down compared to the morning, she had no appetite, and she had been laying in bed.

He thought that today’s happenings (in regard to Agnes) were nothing in particular to talk about or listen to.

“Even so, it’s awful, all of this is.”

The repair expenses totaled to ten gold coins.

It was how much Bernard earned in two months of work as a knight.

He said that due to the roof’s strange shape, they had to order special tiles to match it, and so, the price skyrocketed.

“It seems that, if negotiated, the payment can be made in installments.”

“Just pay it all off at once.”


After seeing Eric off from the room, he let out a deep sigh.

While he had his monthly allowance from his parents, that mostly disappeared after paying the servants’ wages.

He hardened his determination after thinking there was nothing to do but to get by somehow.


To refresh himself before dinner, Bernard headed toward the bathroom.

On the way, he stopped in front of the guest room that Agnes was resting in.

He was in a state of uncontrollable curiosity/interest about what she was really like.

He thought that, even if it was just the reason that she glared at him five years ago, he wanted to know.

However, he hesitated, questioning if it was okay to enter the room of an unmarried woman. But, he was the lord of the estate, and Agnes was his employee. He realized that there was nothing improper about it.

Luckily, there was no sign of anyone being about.

Thinking that it would be fine if he quickly asked her and left, he opened the door.

The living room was pitch black. Relying on the moonlight that shone in through the window, he headed toward the bedroom.

Just in case, he knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Because he had thought about overstaying as well, he just decided to enter.

The bedroom was lit only by a hand-lantern placed next to the bed. The area was dim and faint.

“… Hey”

This time, he had tried calling out to her in front of the door, but even here, there was no answer.

Thinking that he could not back out after coming this far, he rapidly walked up to the bed with big strides.

He thought that even if he had to wake her up, he would ask about what happened five years ago.

The face that was illuminated by the lamplight was dim, framed with pallor, and covered in sweat.

Her sleeping face appeared to be in pain.

“Agnes Le Verges.”

In a low voice, he called her name.

Though he had thought that she would not be roused by such a small voice, Agnes opened her eyes slightly.

Though he had defiantly barged into the room, when their eyes met, he was startled, and his chest started pounding.

He started to feel as if he were doing something bad.

From her glance, he tried to discern how she felt.

In the quiet room, they had only met eyes for an instant before Agnes let out a surprised exclamation.

“–Aah, Mother”


“I’ve been thinking about how I had wanted to see you all this time”

Agnes held her shivering, frail hand out from the futon.

Bernard was looking down at this scene with incredulous eyes.

“Mo, ther…”

“No, I’m not your mother.”

Even as he pointed out this misunderstanding, he gripped Agnes’ wrist and roughly put her hand back inside the futon.

When he looked at her face more closely, he realized that her eyes were drowsier than usual and that her consciousness was fuzzy.

He had heard that Agnes’ mother had passed away in her infancy.

Once he spotted tears forming in the corners of her eyes, he felt a little pity.

“… I-I apologize.”


He peered into Agnes’s face to see if she had yet to regain consciousness.

But, what she would say next was completely beyond expectations.


Bernard, upon hearing this, became dumbfounded on the spot.

Agnes continued to speak.

“I can’t go there yet.”

“Don’t die, don’t die!”

To her delirious speech, he quipped back at her.

“You, just, go to sleep!!”

While he had said that, Agnes’ speech didn’t end there.

“Once I have returned my favor to Orlellian-sama, I’ll head th–“

“I-I’m telling ya, don’t die yet!”

After ordering, “listen, sleep,” he brought up the futon that was at her chest and pulled it up to her shoulders before leaving the bedroom.

After making sure nobody was in the hallway, he left Agnes’ room behind.

Entering the bathroom, he started to think about Agnes’ mystery which was only increasingly growing deeper.

As to what the favor that she owed him was. He combed through his memories, but he came up with nothing.

Covering his head in hot water, he briskly washed his hair and body and submerged himself in the bathtub.

–It’s useless, I dunno.

For now, he put off Agnes’ questioning to a later date.

The next day, he was informed by Giselle of Agnes’ condition, and that she was on her way to a steady recovery.

While the person in question had stated that she was ready to work, just in case, she was ordered to rest a little longer.

“Master, is that okay with you?”

“Aah, just do as you will”

“Thank you.”

“Though, with the repairman coming to start repairs on the roof and attic, it’s not going to be a very restful environment.”

“Well, that can’t be helped, huh.”

He instructed Giselle to properly care for Agnes.

As the time for the carriage to come drew near, Bernard left the house.


In the morning, Lazarre came by to say his thanks.

“Sorry for making you do something so tiresome yesterday.”

Because Agnes hadn’t come around to the orphanage, it seemed as if she weren’t there.

Bernard wavered, wondering if he should talk about Agnes here. But, in that space of that moment, Lazarre left the office room, stating he had to go to a meeting.

While he was feeling impatient about having lost the chance to speak, someone came to visit.

When the door opened, he was a little surprised to see someone he knew.

–Ernesto Barthélemon.

A member of the elite guards to the second prince, he was the second son of a marquess.

He remembered him as a person who would chase after the coattails of women on duty, the worst, the lowest, a bastard.

The last time they had met was three years ago, at the place the tea party hosted by the second prince took place.

To Bernard, who was making a surprised face, Ernesto greeted him as if they had met for the first time.

He had probably forgotten about the events that had occurred three years ago.

“Yo yo, morning–“


There, Bernard remembered.

That, three years ago, there was an incident where he had met Agnes in the rose garden by chance, and that he had helped her run away from Ernesto, who was chasing after her.

He felt refreshed, feeling that the mystery of the favor and thanks she had talked about was solved.

“Hey you, suddenly letting out a loud voice like that, you surprised me!”

“Aa, I’m sorry.”

In response to his behavior being pointed out, he returned to his senses.

He informed Ernesto of the absence of the commanding officer, but he was told that the stand-in commanding officer, Bernard, would fare perfectly fine.

Ernesto sat down on the offered bench with a flump.

“So, the task at hand is?”

“Ahh, I was thinking that I wanted someone to search for someone for me.”

A single sheet of paper was placed on top of the desk.


What was there was some kind of picture that was drawn of something that couldn’t be distinguished between male or female. On the top of the paper was written, “To anyone who saw this woman, ten gold coins.”

“This is–?”

“It’s a portrait of Agnes Le Verges. I drew it of course.”


While holding the picture further out in Bernard’s direction, he haughitly asked if Bernard wouldn’t search for her.

“It’s a wonderful task that even has a monetary reward. Consider it an honor.”

“Nah, or rather, who is this order coming from?”

“From me.”

He thought this was unbelievable.

Why the “3rd Special Assault corps” would have no choice but to carry out a private mission.

“If you found Agnes Le Verges, what would you do?”

“Ahh, I was thinking that I would shut away the pitiful girl, y’know.”

Shutting her away meant that he would make her his lover. Bernard looked at Ernesto with a hard-to-believe expression.

“I cannot accept a private mission that has no approval from a superior.”

“Normally, huh.”

He brushed it aside with a calm demeanor, stating that was the purpose of the ten gold coin reward.

“The thrill of the danger of ushering in the daughter of the Le Verges House that bought displeasure over the King, you know?”

That was a statement that pierced through even Bernard, himself.

It wasn’t something that should be done so casually.

“I’m telling you, that’s why there’s a ten gold reward.”

“A reward as well as hush money, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s it. If she were to be hiding in the basement of the house, there’s no way she’d be seen.”

Furthermore, Ernesto said he had heard some welcome news. It was something that he had gained the right to say because he was a member of the imperial guards.

“If you find Agnes Le Verges for me, on top of the ten gold coins, I’ll support you in a meeting for promotions.”

However, he wanted Bernard to take caution to not spread this information widely. He was told to keep the number of people he told within five, even in his unit. While gazing at him from above, Ernesto declared that.

“If the rumor spreads, I’ll be in trouble, so. Ahh, right.”

Ernesto produced a gold-embedded leather bag from his purse/handbag/pocket.

“This is?”

“It’s hush money for keeping quiet about this mission.”


With Ernesto still in front of him, Bernard let out a deep sigh.

Letting Ernesto know that he would be entrusting all information related to this situation to his commanding officer, he requested that Ernesto please leave.

“Well, I’m relying on you.”


Without responding, he silently closed the door.

Character Introduction:

Bernard Orlellian

20 years-old, brown hair, brown eyes, height: 183 cm

The fifth son of a rural aristocrat. A young man who lives in a mansion in the outskirts of the royal capital.

Has a blunt personality. Can’t go against his servant who is his former wet nurse, Giselle.

His monthly salary is five gold coins (50,000 yen)


Agnes Le Verges

19 years-old, blonde hair, blue eyes, height: 163cm

The only daughter of the renowned Le Verges family, which fell into ruin.

Quiet and well-behaved personality.


The Servant Family

Giselle Balzac

48 years-old, blonde hair, blue eyes, height: 173cm

Bernard’s former wet nurse. Has a realistic view as a servant. An attractive old lady with blonde hair and blue eyes (MILF)

Candid personality.


Dominic Balzac

51 years-old, black hair, black eyes, height: 190cm

Giselle’s husband. Gardener. A man large like a bear.

Taciturn personality.


Eric Balzac

27 years-old, black hair, blue eyes, height: 179cm

Giselle’s eldest son. Butler.

While he displays an amiable expression, he has an indifferent/candid/frank? personality.


Clarisse Balzac

24 years-old, black hair, blue eyes, height: 163cm

Giselle’s eldest daughter. Left the house two months ago after getting married.

Lives in the royal capital.


Aaron/Aren Balzac

20 years-old, black hair, blue eyes, height: 178cm

Gizelle’s second son. Cook. A candid personality that takes after his mother’s. The closest to Bernard.


Carol Balzac

14 years-old, black hair, blue eyes, height: 153cm

Giselle’s second daughter. Twins with Celia.

Is learning how to becoming a servant by watching while attending school in the royal capital.


Celia Balzac

14 years-old, black hair, blue eyes, height: 153cm

Giselle’s third daughter. Twins with Carol.

Is learning how to becoming a servant by watching while attending school in the royal capital.


Knight Company Officials

Jibril Noailles

20 years-old, ash-colored hair, green eyes, height: 173cm

Bernard’s former colleague. Child/baby-faced.

Talkative personality.


Lazarre Shillay

35 years-old, brown hair, black eyes, height: 180cm

Bernard’s superior. Commanding officer of the 3rd special assault forces.

Very passionate, but unrelenting during training.


Ernesto Baltemon

23 years-old, blonde hair, green eyes, height: 177cm

Member of the Second Prince’s Imperial Forces. Second son of the family of a marquess.

A light personality that loves girls.




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April Fools GIRL – 09

The ninth story gold coin ten pieces

Note: I translated this over a year ago, and Este never tlcd. Blameste /s. More news about upcoming translations coming soon in Este’s newest Reika chapter!

Edit: It’s a few hours too early to be saying this here but I’m tired and want to go to sleep, so… This was an April Fool’s joke. The chapter posted was straight up Google tl. Real translation will be posted in a moment.

She is swayed by a carriage on the last flight, and Bernard comes home.

Even though I haven’t cleaned up in my head, I will report that Eric was in the day today.

The roof tiles seem to be totally deteriorated, and it needs to be replaced.The roof of the attic and the floor of the ground are similar.

“What’s it going to replace the ceiling?”

“It seems that insects have come”

Look at the quote, and I slammed involuntarily.

“After, it is the material of the roof-“

the same Baked earthterracotta It was supposed to be replaced with a manufactured one, but it is said that it will cost money separately when applying paint.

“Originally, that tile was brown and seems to have been painted blue later”

“Is that so”

I wanted to create a house where the inner family of the Orlelian family at the time appeared in a fairy tale, and there was a background that a white roof had a roof with a blue roof.

“So if you paint in a similar shade of blue, it will look like this”


Additional quotes will be handed over by Eric. Bernard took his eyes off that amount.

“What’s up!”

“Blue paint seems expensive.”

“You do not need to paint!”

“If you paint, it seems that the tiles will last longer”

“… No, for now, right now”

“I understand.”

As it is only repair cost and at present, coloring is decided to be done if you feel like it.

Anise’s medical expenses reported next were lower than expected.

“Hey, what happened to the doctor?”

“I called a doctor who I knew Dominic.


My fever has dropped from the morning but I have no appetite and I still say she is still thin.

I thought it would not be possible to hear a story for today.

“Even so bad, this is”

Repair costs are a total of ten gold coins.

It was two months of the knight’s salary of Bernard.

The roof has changed shape, and it is said that the price has swelled to order special tiles that fit it.

“It seems that you can also pay in installments by consulting”

“In a single payment”

“I understand.”

Seeing Eric go out of the room, he exudes a deep sigh.

There is also support money from my parents every month, but it almost disappears with the salary of the employee.

I decided that I had to do something about it.

◇ ◇ ◇

I went to the bathroom to refresh before dinner.

On the way, we stop in front of the customers who are absent.

I was unbearable because I was worried about her true figure.

I would like to know just because I hated Bernard five years ago.

However, it is insisted that it is a good thing to enter a single woman room.However, I am the owner of a house, and anise is an employee. I realized that there was no inconvenience.

Fortunately, there is no sign of people around.

I think I should hear it and go out and open the door.

The living room was dark. Head to the bedroom, relying on the moonlight coming in through the window.

At first, I knocked on the door, but there was no reply.

I wondered if I would stay for a long time, so I decided to enter without permission.

The bedroom had only the corner lights on the side of the bed. It is dimly dim space.


This time I tried to speak from the front of the door, but there was no reply here either.

I think that I can not return it as it is, and I will walk to the bed in a large crotch.

Even if I woke up, I wanted to ask about five years ago.

The face illuminated by the light was white and sweat sweaty on the forehead.

The sleeping face also looks painful.

“Anys Reverge”

Call your name in a low voice.

Even though she thought she would not wake up with such a small voice, Agnes opened her eyes slightly.

I came back into the room, but if I met my eyes, my heart pounded.

I felt like I was doing a bad thing.

Emotions do not come from her eyes.

In a quiet room, I was staring at each other for a while, but a word of surprise comes out from Agnes.

“-Oh, mother”


“I always wanted to meet you,”

Agnes offers a hand that shakes weakly from inside the futon.

Bernard looked down with the unbelievable eyes.


“No, I’m not your mother”

Bernard points out his misunderstanding but grabs the wrists of Agnes, and stumbles into the futon with a rough hand.

If you look at her face nearby, your eyes will be more than usual and you will be conscious ambiguousAmbiguous It turned out that it was.

Anese’s mother had heard that she had already died when she was young.

MothFollow There are tears in my eyes and I feel sorry for something.

“… I’m sorry too”


I glanced at the face of Anisesu as if consciousness had returned.

But the next one was unexpected.


Bernard, who heard it, is likely to be angry at the spot.

The words of Agnes continue.

“I can’t go there yet”

“It’s ugly, it’s ugly!”

I made a plunge against the rumor.

“You are already sleeping!”

Having said that, the story of Agnes was not over yet.

“I’m sorry for Orléans, then-

“Oh, so, it’s getting ugly!”

Commanding “Sleek because I’m fine,” raising the futon on the chest to the shoulder, Bernard leaves the bedroom.

I checked that no one was in the hallway and left the room in Agnes.

Think about the increasingly deepening Anise’s mystery while taking a bath.

What is the benefit to Bernard? I tried to trace back my memory, but I have no idea at all.

I put hot water over my head, washed my hair and my body and soaked in the bath.

— No, I don’t know.

For the time being, the pursuit of Agnes was postponed.

The next day, it was reported that the condition of Agnes was getting better from Gisir.

He said that he was willing to work, but just in case, I ordered to leave it still.

“My husband, are you all right?”

“Oh, love it”

“Thank you”

“Since the roof and attic repair work will start from today, it will not be in a restful environment.”

“Well, it can’t be helped.”

Direct Jizil to take care of it.

Bernard came out of the house as the horse-drawn hour was approaching.

◇ ◇ ◇

In the morning, Lazare comes and says thank you.

“I was tired of being tired yesterday”

It seemed that she thought she wasn’t at the orphanage because Agnes did not come.

Bernard gets lost wondering what to say about Agnes here. But in the meantime, Lazar went out of the office saying he would go to a meeting.

Someone is visiting while being desperate to miss the opportunity to say.

When I opened the door, I was a little surprised as I saw it.

— Ernesto Barteremon.

The second son of the second prince and the second son of the family.

I remember that it is the worst worst bastard to chase a woman’s ass while on duty.

The last time I met was three years ago, the venue for the tea ceremony hosted by the second prince.

Ernesto greets you for the first time to meet Bernard, who shows his astonished face.

Perhaps I’ve forgotten about what happened three years ago.

“Hey, good morning-“


So, Bernard remembers.

Three years ago I met with Anes by chance in Gion, and I had escaped from Ernest, who was chasing after him.

The mystery was solved and it was clear whether her favor and thankfulness were the thing.

“You are surprised that you made a loud voice suddenly!”

“Oh, I was sorry.”

Return to me in response to an indication.

I announced the absence of the captain, but I say that it is okay to be the vice captain, Bernard.

Ernesto sit in the recommended chaise longue.

“So, what is the business?”

“Oh, I just wanted to find someone.”

A piece of paper is presented on the desk.


There was a picture of something indistinguishable between men and women. At the top of the paper is written, “10 gold coins for those who find her.”

“this is–?”

“It is a picture of Agnes Reverge. I wrote it.”


She also says in a prudent manner whether she could find her while presenting the paper to Bernard.

“It’s a wonderful mission to get paid. I think I should honor.”

“No, no, where is this from?”

“I am”

I thought it was impossible.

Why does the “Special Assault Third Unit” have to carry out the individual task?

“What do you do to find Agnes Reverge?”

“Oh, I think I’ll try to lock up her pretty girl.”

Containing means making a lover. Bernard saw Ernest with an unbelievable face.

“I can not take personal tasks without permission from above”


It is said that it is a reward of ten gold coins for that purpose in a calm manner.

“Are you aware of the dangers of bringing in the daughters of the Reverge family who are buying immoral from your Majesty?”

It was a word that pierced Bernard himself.

Feeling light lineOffensive It is not good.

“That’s why there are ten gold coins.”

“Is it a reward and a cessation fee?”

“Yes, she will not find her if she hides in the basement of the house.”

In addition, Ernesto says that he has information that he likes. It was that he had the right to say personnel in the guards.

“If you find me anies reverge, let’s push in 10 gold coins at the promotion conference.”

However, I am careful not to spread the story much. Even in the same unit, he said in a glance from above that he should talk to no more than five people.

“If the rumor spreads, I will be troubled. Oh, yes.”

Ernesto took out a bag of money from the pocket.

“this is?”

“It’s a humble fee to carry out the task.”


Exhale a deep sigh in front of the person.

In this case, I decided to leave it to the captain and hope that he would leave Ernest.

“Oh, I asked.”


I silently closed the door without replying.

Character introduction

Bernard Orlérian

20 years old, brown hair · eyes, height · 183

Five nobles in the countryside. A young man living in a residence on the outskirts of the capital city.

A stupid character. It can not go against the former nanny’s servant Gizil.

The monthly salary is five gold coins (500,000 yen).

Agnes Reverge

19 years old, blonde, blue eyes, height, 163

It was the only daughter of the Revelge family, but it has fallen.

A modest and modest personality.

Servant family

Gilles Balzac

48 years old, blonde, blue eyes, height, 173

Bernard’s original nanny. Current service head. Beautiful Mature Woman with Blonde Eyes.

It is a character that is sober.

Dominique Balzac

51 years old, black hair, black eyes, height: 190

Jill’s husband. Gardener. A big man like a bear.

Silent character.

Eric Balzac

27 years old, dark hair, blue eyes, height: 179

Gisir’s eldest son. Butler.

She has an amiable expression, but her personality is light night.

Clarice Balzac

24 years old, black hair, blue eyes, height · 163

Gisir’s eldest daughter. I got married and left home two months ago.

I live in the capital city.

Allen Balzac

20 years old, black hair, blue eyes, height · 178

Jill’s second son. Cook.

A character resembling a mother. I have the best relationship with Bernard.

Carol Balzac

14 years old, black hair, blue eyes, height · 153

Jizzir’s second girl. Celia is a twin.

While going to a school in the capital city, he is practicing a servant.

Celia Balzac

14 years old, black hair, blue eyes, height · 153

Jill’s third girl. Carol and twins.

While going to a school in the capital city, he is practicing a servant.

Knights official

Gibrill Noeil

20 years old, gray hair, green eyes, height · 173

Former colleague of Bernard. Baby face.

A humble personality.

Lazare Sillier

35 years old, brown hair / black eyes, height / 180

Bernard’s boss. Captain of the Special Assault Third Unit.

It has a strong personality, but it is difficult during training.

Ernesto Bartemon

23 years old, blonde, green eyes, height, 177

Guard of the second prince, member. The second son of a family.

She loves women and has a light personality..


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Simply Good Taste for a Duke’s Daughter — Chapter 14

Yo, chapter 14’s finally done.
Good job being so patient. I’m proud of ya.

We could also use more typesetters that aren’t dead when Komo and I are dead from school because that’s about 4 months of no typesetting being done. One’s that know what they’re doing, preferably.

Anyways here’s the links~

Batoto: link
Mediafire: link

And here’s the actual chapter~


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So this one wasn’t done by me but a concerned citizen who was worried about the fate of the series. I brushed up most of the errors in translation so enjoy~

Also, to all of you who had finals after winter break, good job. I hope you’re not as dead as me~

TLer: Xryphos (Misharie)

TLCer: Koto




Some time had passed since parting with Zeno-kun.

I was in the middle of eating a proper meal. Sashimi made from a fish known as zerabia was rich in umami and had great consistency. In a word, it was a perfect dish. However, even though I had eaten such a masterpiece, my hunger was not fading.

I even drank the water I was offered. It didn’t even quench my thirst a little.

… I guess my body desires blood.

It’s been about a week since I was reborn as a vampire. The reason for this craving is most likely because I hadn’t drank a single drop of human blood that entire time.

I can overcome the natural enemies of vampires such as sunlight and water with defensive skills however, there’s nothing that can be done about this thirst.

“What can be done…”

The solution is easy. I’ll be fine after drinking blood.

I know the answer. I know the answer, yet…

I’m a deviant.

Casually approaching a stranger and saying, “Excuse me, but would you be so kind as to let me drink your blood.” is completely out.

They would definitely run away. If I was the one approached, I would report them to the police.

“It may have been a mistake to become a vampire…”

While I was traveling with Zeno-kun, the desire to suck blood often showed its face. At that time, whenever I drank water or ate food, I was able to sate my appetite. Now there was now no sign of it subsiding at all.

… Does this mean that the food’s distractive effect was lost.

The blood sucking impulse was only suppressed momentarily with meals and water. That only stalled the inevitable, as my current state reflects.


… Even if I calmly analyzed my situation, it wouldn’t improve.

There wasn’t only a feeling of starvation, but I also had a headache and my vision blurred a bit. I felt chilly.

It felt similar to a cold accompanied by a high fever, but there was a single clear difference between the feelings.

“My fangs… ache…”

My charm point after being reborn as a vampire were these sharper than normal canines.

My whole body was complaining because of the cold, but only my fangs felt terribly hot and unpleasant. They gave off the discomfort of a prickling scrape.

…I have to keep it together.

Escaping into an alleyway was a smart move, if I do say so myself.

If I had stayed in such a crowded place, I certainly would have bit into the nearest person. That was how suddenly the thirst for blood came.

I thought that I would’ve been able to withstand it for a little longer, but my limit was close.

I don’t intend to become a monster that attacks people though.

… It’s not ok to cause trouble for others.

I certainly am lazy, and my dream is to be taken care of by someone and live a good-for-nothing life, but I’d like to make sure that the person accepts me first.

I don’t want to put strain on or cause trouble for a person that doesn’t desire it.

“If only I could drink my own blood and be satisfied…”

I remembered all of the details of the ability. I understand that it’s not something that can be solved by such a way.

When I bite, I don’t need to suck. Thanks to raising the ability’s level, there’s no need to do such a thing or drink a large amount. Just a little would do, but it can’t be my own.

I would never be satisfied without drinking the blood of another being. This is the vampire’s curse.

I who had overcome most of the weaknesses of the vampire race such as water and the sun, was still troubled by this final weakness.

It’s also incurable with recovery magic because it isn’t a sickness, injury or blight. It is the same as breathing for vampires. To stop breathing altogether is not called recovery.

“Oh, it’s useless… It’s already becoming dark…”

Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like I’ll fall to my desires. My consciousness is slowly fading.

At this rate, I can avoid going on a rampage. As long as I pass out, I won’t cause trouble for others.

“Ah… so sleepy.”

That reminded me, I hadn’t taken a nap yet…

Despite being in a back alley, the sea breeze still blew over me and was very pleasant. The passing fragrance smelt quite nice.

In order to escape my hunger, I curled up and slept.

…I’ll just sleep it off and forget.

I am good at sleeping. You might even call it a specialty. I slowly gave up my consciousness to sleep. Speaking of which, Loli Gramps-san said something about dying if the desire for blood grew too large…

I feel a bit bad of going through the trouble of reincarnating only to die a week after being born into this world… I only started thinking this as my consciousness melted away, so these apologetic feelings to Loli Gramps-san stopped being my problem.

Greetings, Kudarajin reporting in!

*Appears in an explosion of light*

Hello everyone, this is Kudarajin!
Bow down and kow-tow to me, plebeians! *Cough* Ehem. Ignore that please.

Some of you may know me already from my site for translating stuff.
Wha? You don’t? Really? Oh……

Anyhow! I joined Oniichanyamete to translate ‘At the Northern Fort’! I’m picking up from chapter 6 (Frolicking), where Estelion left it. Already posted some too, courtesy of Estelion-sama. I have no regular schedule for that series (yet) actually maybe never will set one but anyway I hope you enjoy it!

This is my first time working with someone else for my translations, and I am immensely grateful to our Holy Sheeprabbit Estelion-sama for helping out with my crappy engrish translations. Not sure how well I’ll do, but please take care of me.

Also, fellow OCY members call me ‘Christina’, so you can call me that. It might actually be encouraged that you do so.

So, let’s do this! 4649! See you later!

*Showers people with fake gold coins*
*Disappears in a puff of smoke*


Hey guys, I’m sorry to say that I will be leaving OCY.

I may eventually repost Sheep Evo on my own blog (as I will be taking it down), but that will depend on how busy I am in real life.

Thank you all so much for putting up with me, and I am very grateful for the likes and comments my story received because I was actually expecting none.

Haha, funny thing, many of you probably never even noticed I was here, but hello! I was an editor! \o

Thank you for your time, sorry this wasn’t a chapter. . . . Guess this is goodbye.

EDIT: As a side-note, Sheep Evo was a story that I was writing and I’d prefer not to directly link my blog as it feels impolite to do so on a blog I’m no longer a part of.