#murr

White: Murr, do you have a minute to spare? I came to discuss the ongoing Faygon research…

White: …Murr? Has he gone somewhere?

White: Oho, this new magical wand looks most adorable.

White: Times sure have changed. Oh, how I miss the good old days as a Magic Knight…

White: (Well, since I’m alone, I don’t see a reason not to indulge a little…)

White: …’Tis I, the legendary Magic Knight, White! None shall escape my Lovely♡Twin♡Impact!

Murr: Yaowch!

White: Oh, my!

Murr: Ahaha, must be my lucky day if I get to see the legendary White doing his ultimate in the real.

White: You and your awful habit of peeping in on others…

Murr: Guilty as charged! I wanted to see your honest reaction to the new design.

Murr: And, boy, you sure exceeded my expectations!

Murr: Come to think of it, you told Mitile and the other Knights they have to shout out their attacks. Why is that?

White: Need you ask? Sigh, as always, the spirit of what it means to be a Magic Knight eludes you.

White: The act of voicing one’s attacks is akin to a prayer of bravery and love…

White: It’s what we need in order to give our full hundred percent.

Murr: That sure sounds like a lot!

Murr: I’m curious as to how you reached that conclusion. Did you perform a cognitive evaluation of emotions? Were you able to determine a change in power output? Does it have something to do with the vocalisation itself?

Murr: Or, is it something so beyond our understanding that it can’t be scientifically explained? Tell me, I’m all ears!

White: Science, huh… Well, you see, there are mixed opinions and it’s still a topic of discussion…

White: Regardless, doing it just feels right!

Murr: So it’s a matter of personal choice then!

White: Yes, but it makes me a little sad when you put it like that…

Murr: Why? Don’t misunderstand me. I didn’t mean to put you down or anything. It’s a little inspiring, actually.

Murr: You see, the power of “human belief” remains a mystery that hasn’t been properly studied yet.

Murr: Naturally, I want to find out more about it! Do you have any other attacks with peculiar names you could share with me?

White: Even if I did, it’s been well over a hundred years since I last wore the mantle of a Magic Knight. What good would that kind of information be?

Murr: Oh, I’ve got plenty of tests I can run on you. What words make you feel good, what effect they have on your pulse, body temperature, size of your pupils…

Murr: It might hold the answer to saving this world! Just think about it!

White: You know I can’t say no when you put it like that…

White: Very well, so be it. Let’s see if you put this eternal body of mine to good use.

Murr: Today’s my birthday! And y’know what that means—it’s been another year since I’ve left my mark on the world! And guess what? That chain of events set in motion ‘cause of my birth? You’re part of that too! Isn’t that exciting!?

Shylock: Murr, we’ve spent countless birthdays together since your soul shattered., yet I’m still not used to seeing that innocent smile of yours. Oh, how it pains me, yet it's sweet all the same. Hush, you needn’t name it. Let me savour this feeling for as long as I can.

Chloe: Okay, Murr! Since today’s your birthday, I’ll do whatever you want! Just say the word! …You wanna play a prank on Oz? Together? H-Hold on, I don’t know about th— Wait, Murr? Murr!? Come ba—ck!

Rustica: I’d wanted to surprise you for your birthday, but I simply couldn’t come up with anything satisfactory… Then, I thought to myself, who better to ask for help than you? Surely, the two of us could come up with the most marvelous surprise together.

Oz: Murr. What is this box you’ve given me? …It contains a piece of your soul? And you’re handing out these Murrs-in-a-box to everyone for your birthday? Destroy these malicious contraptions right this instant.

Arthur: Murr, I need your help with something. There’s this line in my grimoire which I don’t quite understand, and I was wondering if– Murr, no! Hold on! I’ve prepared something else as your birthday present, so please give it back!

Cain: Happy birthday, Murr. Here’s your present. …That’s it? You’re just gonna take it and go? I guess I expected a bigger reaction from you. …Wait, wait, that doesn’t mean put on a whole show!

Riquet: I admire Murr’s curiosity and how he’s always challenging his limits. As a leader, there are times when I’ll have to take risks, too. Perhaps I should learn from Murr’s example. What do you think, Master Sage?

Snow: Happy birthday, Murr. While I have many choice words for you, I’ve decided to play it nice and congratulate you regardless of our history. …A backhanded compliment? Why, I’d never!

White: Happy birthday, Murr. You are the greatest philosopher the world has ever seen, a pioneer of the future… But of course, I mean it! Basic courtesy calls that I, at the very least, wish you a happy birthday. Aren’t I so generous?

Mithra: Nero’s been grumbling about Murr’s birthday feast all day. Apparently, he’s a rather picky eater, but I could say the same for myself. I expect only the finest piece of charcoal on the menu tonight.

Owen: It’s Murr’s birthday. Again. He’s such an annoying, confounding, and bothersome person, I can’t understand how he’s survived this long. It’s absolutely ridiculous.

Bradley: Hey, Bobhead, where d’ya think yer goin’? …Slippin’ out to a casino? Count me in. Ya gotta live it up on yer birthday, right? Between the two of us, I bet we could clean the whole place out.

Faust: It appears to be Murr’s birthday. While the majority of what he does remains a mystery to me, I must acknowledge his intellectual prowess. If he ever were to teach a class… Actually, forget I said that. I’d rather not give him any ideas. 

Shino: You better stay out of the living room, Sage. Murr’s just started a card game, and the stakes are everything you own right down to your socks. There’s no winning against that beast, only retreat. 

Heathcliff: It sure is Murr’s birthday. People have been screaming all morning because of the traps he set up around the manor. I got caught in a few myself, but Murr looked so happy that I couldn’t bring myself to get mad at him…

Nero: I think my life jus’ flashed before my eyes…. Ah, Sage, no, I’m fine. It’s just, when I opened my door this morning, I got ambushed by a hoard of Murrs singin’ ‘appy birthday to themselves. Had me thinkin’ I was stuck in a nightmare.

Figaro: I wish you a very happy birthday, Murr. …What? You don’t believe me? I really do mean it. Your death would be an immense loss for the world, from one Sage’s wizard to another.

Rutile: Mister Murr? This is from m— Oh, I just can’t! This is actually from Mister Shylock. He asked me to deliver it, but it’s such a fine item, I simply can’t take credit for it. …Mister Murr? What’s wrong? Do you not like it?

Lennox: For his birthday, Murr decided to cast a spell on me, so I’d have to smile all day. He said something about ‘testing the impact of expressing only one emotion on personal identity.’, but I have to wonder if this really counts as a birthday present.

MItile: Happy birthday, Mister Murr! The love stories you tell me are always really weird, but kind of romantic in a way. …Wait, you want to hear one of my love stories in exchange? T-That’s private information!

✦✧ Translation Note

Oshikura-manjuu is a game where children huddle up back-to-back and push on each other. The last one standing wins. The game is often played on cold days to warm up.

Murr: And the wild Mithra devours another steak! What a fearsome display of power!

Mithra: Can you be quiet? I’m trying to eat.

Figaro: Mithra, Murr, I’m glad to see you.

Figaro: Are the two of you having lunch together?

Murr: I’m conducting a field observation of Mithra’s eating habits!

Mithra: And I’m debating whether I should kill him now or later.

Murr: Oops, I'd better ask my question fast, then!

Murr: What’s all that for, Figaro? You’ve got a lotta colourful goodie bags.

Figaro: These are presents from our fans.

Mithra & Murr: Our… fans?

Figaro: Earlier, a group of three human women stopped by the Wizards’ House.

Figaro: One of them was a woman I’d helped a while back.

Mithra: Since when do you help people?

Figaro: Don’t act so surprised. She’d sprained her ankle on the side of the road, and, as a kind doctor, I couldn’t possibly overlook that.

Figaro: I never told her my name, but it seemed like she wanted to repay me no matter what.

Figaro: After asking around, she heard I was often at the Wizard’s House and came to see me.

Murr: Whoa! She tracked you down based on a single encounter? Now that’s what I call being down bad! 

Figaro: Hey, personally, I was very impressed.

Figaro: The second woman was her friend. It appears she’s a fan of Mithra.

Figaro: Apparently, during the Central Country award ceremony, she made eye contact with you once and hasn’t stopped thinking about you since.

Mithra: Heh, of course she wouldn’t. My very presence strikes fear.

Murr: Hey, what about the third lady? She’s gotta be my fan, right? Why?

Figaro: Why indeed. Her story begins on the day of the parade.

Figaro: The moment you smiled at her after launching a volley of fireworks, she knew you were her soulmate.

Murr: Wow! I have no idea what she’s talking about!

Figaro: I don’t get it either, so you’ll have to ask her yourself.

Mithra: Figaro. Where can I meet this woman?

Murr: Wait, I wanna come, too!

Figaro: Mmm, I don’t think you do.

Figaro: What do you even want to see them for? Don’t tell me you plan on thanking them for the gifts in person?

Mithra: Of course not. I just thought she’d be willing to feed me the next time I get hungry.

Mithra: Wouldn’t that make her happy?

Murr: I wanna give my fan a big smile!

Murr: That way, we can test whether I really live up to her memories!

Figaro: Ye—p, that’s what I thought.

Figaro: (Although, I suppose it would be exciting to meet your heroes…)

Figaro: Okay, fine, I won’t stop you if you try to go, but I’m laying down some rules.