Black Wolves Saga Translation Script Part 1
Of anyone is having a problem with translations appearing on Visual Novel Reader (Like me... WAIT NO MORE LIKE IT’S BROKEN :/) then here’s a part of translations from it back then when it worked for me *I copied it and I do NOT own the translations*
Now you should read side by side I guess...
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Weblin's god is crying. It's pitying the huma.
The large raindrops of the rainstorm strike the ground. The
sound of the rain mixed with the sound of running footsteps
resound in the distance. Lightly, Lightly.
A small village is nestled in the darkness, with no sign of the
impending crisis.
???
It's raining, brother.
???
Hmph. What's wrong, Rath? Feeling intimidated?
Rath
No, it's not that. It's not. Brother, the rain falls heavily.
???
Rain? These are tears.
Rath
Tears?.. What do you mean?
???
Weblin's god is crying. It's pitying the huma.
Rath
Human... Human... Human... I hate them.
???
Then kill. Fill your heart with those feelings. A heart is usless to
wolves.
Without showing sings of dislike towards the rain, the two
figures emerged and stood in the middle of the village.
One was a tall man. The other was a boy who was still growing up.
Around the two men, shining eyes of gray beasts are visible.
Viciously thirsty for blood.
With one word, he ordered.
Village girl 1
Aaaaaa......
The howls of the wolves sound as if it can tear up the rain.
Seeing that human were panicking, the man's smile gets wider in
the rain.
Only if the surrounding situation had allowed it, the smile was
fascinating and beautiful.
???
Kukuku... Devour it. The flesh and blood of the huma--...
everything.
Village girl 1
Gyaaaaaahh!! Wolves?! Why-- Why are the wolves...?!......!!
Village girl 1
Run...!! Hurry, get the children-- gyaah!!
The wolves roar in night. The screams continue to over lap each
other, then immediately it dissappear.
There is a sound of something heavy being dragged... just like a
person being dragged away.
Then the wet sound of chewing is heard. The wolves eat,
referring to the as more than ¨food¨.
Vilalage girl 1
Kyaaaaa!! Stop... Uegh...!!
Mingled with the rain, the eerie sound of chewing echoes from all
sides.
At the same time, the thick smell of blood is fragrant in the air,
something even the rain cannor wash out. It stimulates the
scenses if the wolves.
???
Fufu... What a beautiful sound. The screams of humans are the
most soothing balm. Won't you let me hear more?
In the shadow of the crowding wolves, an arm could be seen,
raised, in a sign for help.
Trembling, twitching feebly, it struggles.
That, too, soon ceased to move.
From human, to nothing. From raw, to death. Just a piece of
protein, just a lump of meat.
???
More, Fill your stomachs more. Devour them...
The screams of destruction echo around him. At that moment, t
that a villager appeared within his vision.
It is a villager. Their destination would probably be the stable.
They most likely plan to head to a neighboring village for help.
If on a horse, then it wouldn't be as easy for a wold to interfere.
Guillan
Hyahahahaha! What's up, Arles? Killing that ugly bastard
wouldn't have ant value, would it?
Guillan
Tch, boring.... Well then, better make the kill fun! You
watching?
The sharp sound of wind, a bright silver cuts into the
night. It splits off the neck of the man running towards
the stables.
Village man 1
... Guh...!!
The blood is red and bitter. It mingles with the rain, and
soon, sinks into the earth.
Guillan
Direct hit-! Hyahahaha, these guys are seriously weak. Guys
like you don't even deserve to live!
The body of the villager who list his head, falls to the
ground. A crowd of wolves immediatrly descends on him, and
soon the sound of chewing starts to echo.
Meat is gnawed and blood is slurped. Red lingles with the
mud of the earth and the drops of rain.
Guillan
What an ugly fucker. I don't wanna look at you, so i'm gonna
mess you up.
Guillan
Hyahaha! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Please just die, you ugly Huma!
Guillan
Hyahahaha!! Easier to eat like this, right? Eat more! He's
already nothing but meat!
Guillan
Aaah, but somehow, it's boring... If only they out more of
a fight, huntin' would be more fun.
Arles
--... Silence. It's an order.
Guillan
Whaaat. I killid him like you said, didn't i? I'm a wolf, so i'll
cry if you don't praise me, you know?
Guillan
Hehehe... I love that about you! Oi, should i kill more?
The youth, Guillan, began to spin his weapon, making a
twirling sound, and reaped the villagers of their lives.
The circular weapon, called a Chakram, was used by hooking
your finger inside of it before spinning it and throwing it
with force.
The outside of the weapon formed blades and, if mishandled,
it will hurt the user as well.
It appeared that the youth was a capable user and
resembled the weapon itself.
Guillan
Arleees, why don't we attack someplace bigger? This little
teeny village is gonna be done for soon.
Guillan
There's no challenge, and it's boring! Killin' these damn
villagers is serious drudge work.
Guillan
Why don't we try doin' something more and more fun-?!
Guillan
Hyaha, hyahahaha, hyahaha! Blood, Blood, bloodbloodblood,
cut 'em all up!
Between the crazed shouts, the sawing sound of the
chakram rips through rain and wind, as it attacks it's prey
Village woman 1
...... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.......!!
The weapon, which is normally difficult to handle, is used
without difficulty and easily mastered and the youth's
skills come to lgiht.
Arles
... Hmm, that's true. It may be good if we attack a larger
town next. If we tormented them more... The humans...
Will suffer more and more...
Arles
And More and more... We must kill more. We Must annihilate them
to the last man.
Guillan
Hyahaha!! Awesome... I can't wait...
The sound of the wolves running, attacking, and the
screams all mix in with rain. As for their conversation, it
is like a child and a guardian responding to the child...
Suddenly, Arles moves his gaze and glances all around him.
Guillan
Rasu? Ahhh the newcomer. That guy is halfheartly
hunting down the ones that are running away.
Guillan
That guy doesn't like the hunt much, right? Doesn't seem
much like your little brother.
Arles
... Rath is still young. His hesitation will disappear, and he
will get used to hunting people.
Guillan
It'll disappear, huh? He should stop thinkin' about annoying
things and just worry about having fun.
Guillan
Hyaha! Well then, i'm gonna go rampage a little more!
Arles
Don't let even a single man live. Kill everyone who is not
wolf. Pillage it all. Everything.
Guillan
You go it--! Boss!
The smell of blood and the sreams that arise from the
tragedy are not heard, and are drowned out by the rain.
Now, the small village becomes the hunting ground of the
wolves.
Replacing Guillan, the youth emerged from the darkness.
Arles
What were you doing?
Rath
... Nothing. I was killing. Like you said.
Arles
Rath, do not worry. Once the rain has stopped, we'll light
the fires.
Rath
... Yes. I know, brother.
Arles
So that they know what happened here. In order to let the
foolish people of weblin know of the presence of the
wolves.
Arles
We will destroy everything. Houses, frams, lives. So that life
will not come again to this land.
Arles
If you understand, then answer. The leader of this pack is
me.
Arles
Rath, consider the meaning of that. Listen to your
instincts. To the voice telling you to kill the Huma.
Rath
... I know, brother. I know!!
Rath
Kill. Kill... the Huma.
Arles
Say it once more. It's and order.
Rath
... Kill, kill, kill... Kill. I will kill... kill...
kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Rath
If i don't kill, i can't live.
Arles
Do not hesitate, Rath. So that they don't forget what
they have done to us.
Kill, kill, kill, kill... Ahh... Kill.
Arles
Yes--... Go. Burn them.
A small nod, before the youth disappears into the shadow
once again.
While looking out at the hellish event, the man laughs.
Arles
Consume the other races. Root them out and annihilate
them.
Arles
Behold, gods of weblin. This is the dawn of the wolves'
vengeance. If we are to be cursed, then you should curse us
even more.
Arles
*Chuckle*, Hahaha, Hahahahahahaha!
He stands at the center of the tragedy, the king of the
wolves, wet from rain and blood.
