Find Out My Origins: Chevalier
The translation isn't 100% accurate, so expect mistakes! The story does not belong to me, it belongs to Cybird. I'm just translating so others can also enjoy the stories if they cannot wait for english translation:)
Warning: Spoilers from Chevalier's route. This is from his POV!
Chapter 1 chapter 3 epilogue
[Background — starry, night sky.]
I have no interest in pursuing pointless things that serve no purpose.
Whether a woman is sleep-deprived or about to collapse, it is none of my business.
Even though it would be much more productive to just ignore it and go back to my room—
[Background — sword training grounds]
In the deserted training hall, I picked up a mock sword that was leaning against the wall.
The mock sword was heavy as it was used for training knights. I was about to throw it at the woman but stopped myself.
(Long time ago....When I threw it at my foolish younger brother, he ended up on his backside rather pitifully.)
I gently placed the mock sword in Belle's hands, who was staring at it blankly.
As expected, it was heavy and she could barely manage to hold it with both hands.
Chevalier: "Have you ever swung a sword?"
Chevalier: "I thought as such."
Chevalier: "Even an amateur could just swing it, could not they?"
Belle, who somehow managed to lift a sword, swayed slightly as she swung it once.
(.......On the battlefield, you'd be the first to die.)
Emma: "....It's....heavy...."
Chevalier: "It certainly is heavier than a normal sword, but....you do not seem to have what it takes to be a swordsman."
Emma: "Are you here to discern my talent with a sword?"
Chevalier: "............Haa."
Emma: "So, I'm wrong! I'll think about it some more."
The woman readjusted her sword, looking utterly precarious.
She had a sense of nervousness, typical to those unaccustomed with a sword.
(This might the first time I have seen a sword being wielded by a complete amateur.)
She staggered backwards after another swing, and I supported her from behind.
Chevalier: "Don't swing it recklessly."
Chevalier: "Stand up straight."
Chevalier: "Don't hold back."
Although she had no idea what was going on, she listened to every word of mine carefully and adjusted her posture.
At last, things have taken more sensible turn, and we have made progress in a situation that was simply unbearable to witness.
Chevalier: "Swing it this way."
Emma: "Oh, it definitely feels easier to swing right now....I think."
Chevalier: "Do not lose your balance with a single swing."
Emma: "No, I mean, why am I even practising swordsmanship?"
(Happy, then worried—your face is a busy one.)
I couldn't bring myself to answer, so I leaned my back against a nearby wall.
As I just stood there, woman continued practising to practice her sword swinging, even though she didn't understand the reason behind it.
Emma: "Oh, could it be that you're teaching me self-defense?"
Chevalier: "I am quite sure you do not carry a sword with you."
Emma: ".....Then to build my strenght?"
Chevalier: "What is it in for me if you build your physical strength?"
Emma: "....No matter what I come up with, I don't think you could gain any benefit from this."
(That is right....This is a utter waste of time.)
Belle, who keeps swinging sword clumsily, shows her earnestness even in a situation like this.
Although she hasn't grasped my intentions, she doesn't seem to think this is worthless.
Even though her breath was ragged and sweat was dropping from her forehead, she did not stop.
Emma: "This is...better than I expected..."
Chevalier: ".......How foolish."
Rio: "I never thought Emma was being put through a sword training."
The attendant, after reading the note I left in the library, prepared a tea in the gazebo of rose garden.
Given that fresh tea has been prepared for the lady, he's doing rather well for the temporary butler picked up from the streets.
Emma: "Hehe, I've got bit better at it."
Chevalier: "....Is that what you call good?"
Emma: "It might have been hopeless from your point of view, Prince Chevalier, but that was just my personal impression."
(With skills like swordsmanship, it is better if you do not become too good.)
(....Besides, a sword does not suit you.)
Belle tried to lift a glass of tea.
However, perhaps due to the impact of lifting a heavy sword over and over again, her fingers were trembling.
Rio: "Emma....are you alright?"
Belle laughed it off, but placed the glass back on the table.
The palm of her hand, barely visible in the night, has turned red.
(.......I did not expect things to turn out like this from something so minor.)
(You are a fragile creature.)
Chevalier: "As a butler, shouldn't you act before your master tells you to?"
Rio: "......I'll go to infirmary."
Emma: "Wait, Rio! And he's already gone...."
Emma: "I'm really fine, though, I swear."
The moment I grasped her hand, her face twisted in pain immediately.
Chevalier: "And you are saying you are fine?"
Emma: ".......Maybe not."
As I let go of her hand, she sighed in relief, her eyes brimming with tears.
Chevalier: "I do not recall telling you to go that far."
Emma: "Before I knew it, I had lost myself in the moment."
Emma: "My head was a mess....But when I swung a sword, it felt as though all my worries flew away."
Suddenly, Belle's eyes widened, as if she had noticed something.
Emma: "Were you worried about me?"
Awww Cheva(*´˘`*)♡ he's really melting my heart. I'm loving this event so much!
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