So, I made a promise to write one of these per day until next week. So here’s the end to the Seisakoku arc. It’s so nice to re-read it and find little things I never paid too much attention to before. I always include things I find interesting even if they’re not yuuram. Anyways, enjoy:
Yuuram in Novel : 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11|12|13|14|15|16|17
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Novel 15. ch.1
- So he uses majutsu anywhere but when Wolf wants to do it…-
“…If it’s same as a game, then the zombie group must be weak against fire, right.”
Wolfram who was standing next to me folded his knees. And soon the emerald green eyes were sparkling close to me. His fire techniques are magnificent. By controlling a fire beast effectively, he could burn down only the dead.
“Don’t do it.”
But if I think about the nature of the locality, I couldn’t let him do something unreasonable.
“Why are you stopping me.”
“Didn’t you say that magic doesn’t work in the land of the Shinzoku.”
“But..”
“Even if you have Gunter’s protector, how can I let you do such a reckless thing!”
“Boys! Enough of your playing around.”
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Novel 15. ch.2
- Drunkenness and lies -
Maybe it’s just me, but it feels as though Adalbert’s powerful muscles shrivel quite a lot, looks like he’s a man who easily makes mistakes because of alcohol. Wolfram, too, uses poisonous words unbefitting of his pretty face to add salt to the wound,
“Oh dear, don’t tell me you want to say you were drunk then? That can’t be possible, people call you the Grantz boss, how could you have gotten drunk on one barrel of wine? By the way, you also said you don’t sleep while hugging baby bears anymore.”
Afterwards, according to my investigations, it seems there was never ‘a promise on the ship’. Wolf replies with a straight face, “I was just winging it.”
He even tells me, “He’s the man who betrayed Shin Makoku, and stood on the humans’ side. I really hate my uncle and Grantz, rather than giving Adalbert wine, I’d rather pour the highest quality grape wine into the river.”
To think he could tell such a lie so easily, seems like he’s matured too.
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Novel 15. ch.2
-Telepathically -
“Yuuri, you still plan to…”
Wolfram tries to say something, but Lord Weller puts a hand on his shoulder, looking at him and shaking his head. As expected of brothers, they understand each other telepathically even without words.
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Novel 15. ch.2
-Henachoko -
“It is indeed rare for the king to appear at the frontlines himself.”
“Is that so?”
“Other than Shinou, I heard there are only two others who went to the frontlines of their own volition.”
“Surely Yuuri will be praised by the poets in the future as a brave king, huh? Although you’re actually such a henachoko.”
“Henachoko… That’s right, it’s because I’m a henachoko that I can’t stand this atmosphere.”
Wolfram leans back slightly and makes fun at me, since I haven’t been able to think of a decent strategy until now, I don’t even have the energy to retort him.
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Novel 15. ch.2
-Wolfram isn’t fit to do anything risky, okay!-
Murata isn’t all that heavy either, the only question is if anyone can ride a galloping horse up to him at a hair’s breadth away and then reach out to grab him.
Of course, this job can’t go to Wolfram. He’d probably lose it if I told him directly, but the position required is very challenging, and you’d need to pull up a high school student with one hand. Therefore not only would you need good riding skills, you also need powerful arm strength.
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Novel 15. ch.2
-Wolf gets confused by Yuuri’s English words, but can understand what they’re talking about?-
Wolfram was watching our conversation from a side, and finally breaks the awkward moment,
“So all you need is position?”
With his hands on his hips, he tilts his upper body back, his tone sounding as though he understands the English we’re speaking.
“In that case, just make her our goodwill ambassador. Won’t it be fine if you make this old woman Seisakoku’s goodwill ambassador to Seisakoku right now?” (continues below)
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Novel 15. ch.2
-This bit is really interesting, it starts with Yuuri feeling dejected because no one knows he’s the maou and treats him like a normal person and he can’t make decisions, when Wolf steps in..-
“It is indeed very hard for you, since you’re an intermediate.”
“Mn? You’re not calling me a beginner anymore?”
“Well—You’ve been on the throne for quite a while, after all.”
He blinks his eyes, as emerald as the bottom of a clear lake, and says,
“In other words, you’ve grown a little bit.”
“I guess there’s been a minor change. But in the time I changed from a beginner to intermediate, I still couldn’t come up with a solution to convince the people. Ah, man”
“Then, allow me to do what I can for the the king who’s grown up.”
“Since your identity is false, of course your authority is electing an official isn’t recognized. Alright, turn around!”
I don’t know what he writes on the pale green slip, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by how uneven my back is, either, writing and signing his name fluidly. I don’t care what you’re doing, but that really is very ticklish.
“Wolf, what are you writing…”
“I elect you as the Bielefeld territory’s goodwill ambassador to Seisakoku. See!”
He waves the paper in front of my face. Having lived more than eighty years as an aristocratic heir, he seems used to homework like this, easily giving Venera a position.
“This is something we do commonly in the territory. Choose a suitable representative from amongst the people and honor them with a title in public, so that uniting the people will henceforth be his job, and he doesn’t have to come to us for some of the small stuff too.”
“Is that so~~ To think you’re so used to these things.”
“Although I’m a soldier loyal to the Maou in the capital, my job when I’m back at my territory is more like an administrator.”
“Are you learning how to be a good leader? What mature thinking—”
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Novel 15. ch.4
-The punch-
Wolfram walks up to me quickly, perhaps to help me out.
“No, I’m taking Ajira with me. Although I feel bad for asking him, I still need a translator. Although I think it’s not too possible, but Wolfram, um…”
“Don’t you come with me now.”
Lord von Bielefeld narrows his eyes, saying in a calm voice,
“If milord just says the word, I would gladly go to the ends of the earth for you.”
He’s sounding all polite and respectful again, even though he knows very well I can’t handle him at all when he’s like this.
“Stop joking around, I’m going off to be a hostage, how could I possibly let you come along.”
“To be able to do even the slightest thing for Your Majesty, is my utmost pride and glory.”
“T-thank you for your kind intentions, but I can’t let you come with me, Lord von Bielefeld.”
I don’t know how many times I’ve come across this situation already. Once the other person treats me so sincerely, I get frustrated and impatient because I feel I need to repay in kind. In the end, I’ll either make it worse, or say a bunch of random things.
“My beloved officer’s life shouldn’t be sacrificed for me, but contributed to the country.”
“The two are one and the same.”
“It’s not like that, Wol…”
That moment just as I’m turning around to face him, a strong impact assaults my stomach, and I nearly stop breathing. My mind goes blank for about five seconds, and I’ve no idea what happened, only managing to kneel on the ground, groaning in pain. I try to take in a breath so hard, but I can’t do it.
“Wolf… What did… you do…”
By the time I realize that I had taken a punch from him, he’s already taken off my hooded cloak. I’m all curled up, lying on the sand, the pain making me hold my stomach, unable to breathe. It’s obviously already night time, yet my eyes are filled with a sea of red, my throat making a piercing sound, and still the air doesn’t enter my lungs.
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Novel 15. ch.5
-The punch’s meaning-
Maybe it’s because I’m too much of a mess, Conrad and Wolfram both reach out their hands to try and help me up, but I don’t need their kindness right now.
“Did I ask you two to do this?”
Maybe he didn’t expect me to ask so suddenly, because Wolfram seems to be frozen in shock.
Conrad wanted to interrupt, but Wolfram gets there first, replying,
Before I even finish saying the words, I’ve already pulled him by the clothes on his chest. I don’t hold back at all, our faces almost colliding. His eyes look different than usual, because of the illumination from the torch.
“What’s the meaning of that punch to my stomach, huh? Do you want a divorce? To remarry someone else?”
“… respect and affection”
I took a punch to the stomach for nothing, and it’s been hurting ever since then all the way until now. If I don’t force myself to stand with my back straight, I’d probably be holding my stomach and crouching on the ground by now. If it weren’t for Yelshi watching from the side, I’d have done that long ago.
To be honest, I wanted to butt my head against his hard, but exerting myself now will only make the pain worse. That’s why I thought of admonishing him in public.
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Novel 15. ch.6
-Just Wolf being awesome in battle-
My features contort in pain, and I raise my hands to cover my ears. The truth is his thoughts don’t reach me through my hearing, so it’s pointless even if I cover my ears. His gaze goes past several rows of the resurrection group on the left, staring at that golden hair glowing a fiery red in the torchlight. But those emerald eyes, its color looking even more complex with red mixed in, are shining with a light even brighter than his hair.
Wolfram turns back deliberately, even smiling a challenge, then he slowly kicks the stomach of his horse, purposely taking off at a speed we can catch up with.
Seeing this act of his, Yelshi naturally takes the bait. From the cavalry to the foot soldiers, from the few living soldiers to the near two hundred zombies, his entire army starts chasing Wolfram.
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Novel 15. ch.8
-Mental image-
Wolfram and I, with two little girls grabbing our waists, walk slowly on the uneven stone steps. The salty sea breeze sure feels comfortable.
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Novel 15. ch.8
-Oh, come on! How cute is this!?-
“They did do something like a fortune telling before.”
The one who had his fortune told back then wasn’t me, but Wolfram. But back then not only weren’t they talking about weakening or whatnot, they even said he had a king’s aura, so surely that must have made him happy?
“Is what they say accurate?”
Hearing my question, Wolfram thinks back for about ten seconds, his arms crossed over his chest and his left leg stretched slightly ahead, a hint of a smile on the corners of his lips,
“No, it’s not accurate at all.”
“It can’t not be accurate!”
One of the twins, probably Freddy, seems really angry, and can’t help but protest.
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Novel 15. ch.8
-And the most yuuram arc of them all, end with … what else? Yuuram-
Just then Wolfram waves at me, so I leave the scene without replying. I really want to throw it somewhere, but I can’t just leave it alone either. That is the sealed, ominous Box that the mazoku destroyed, and sealed. I really want to forget about it, but I think about it with every step, and it presses down on my chest every time I breathe, making me gasp for breath.
As soon as we’re out of Saralegui’s field of vision, Wolfram immediately looks apologetic, even saying,
“Oh—That? Oh, right, Wolf, that punch really hurt! Although I was at fault too in the tunnel that time, you were wrong to hit me in the stomach. That is totally DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!”
Although it’s not serious or common, Wolfram looks surprised to hear an unfamiliar term. What a bother, since I’m used to talking to Hazel, I’m starting to use a lot of Earth terms now.
“DOMESTIC… what does that mean?”
“Uhm…. like ‘in the country’ or a 'product of the country’, something like that”
“I already told you many times, I will formally ask for my due punishment once we get back…”
“No need, it doesn’t matter if it’s official or not. Any time”
He’s about to say something formal again so I pat his back hard without hesitation, and it gives me a feeling of reality, like “Ah—right here”. I’m here, and so is Wolfram.
“Because we’re already back.”
We’re all here, Conrad, Murata… Josak too.
“I can’t say for all of it, but I brought us back with my own strength.”
The sea breeze caresses Wolfram’s hair, and he nods his head firmly. Then he turns around to face me, as I was still standing on the rocky side of the port, and with an extremely natural movement, he extends his hand to me.
“Let’s go home, everyone is waiting.”
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Ahh… what a joy of a novel!
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