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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-01-[J-Novel-Club][Premium]/copyright.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
Copyright
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
by SOW
Translated by David Musto
Edited by Hope Matthiessen
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 SOW
Illustrations Copyright © 2015 Zaza
Cover illustration by Zaza
All rights reserved.
Original Japanese edition published in 2015 by Hobby Japan
This English edition is published by arrangement with Hobby Japan, Tokyo
All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
In the mining town of Organbaelz, there is a small bakery named Tockerbrot, with a frightening but earnest baker, and his cute, smiling waitress. If you ever visit this town, I highly recommend stopping by the bakery. If you do, and if you happen to be especially lovely, please don't be surprised and don't be disturbed if the red eyes of the waitress shoot sparks in your direction.
End of Volume 1
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
Interlude
At the Royal Weapons Development Bureau—where the Hunter Units were created, turning the tide in the previous war—the deeper inside the building, the more stringent security grew, until finally even the general of Wiltia's army couldn't enter without permission. In the farthest point of the Bureau's underground, the director, Daian Fortuner, sat in a chair, humming to himself as he listened to a young, red-haired girl.
"... That is everything I have to report about Svelgen Avei's activities in Organbaelz."
"Good work! Well, well, well, that is quite an interesting outcome, isn't it?"
When Sven had escaped from the research facility, Daian dispatched the red-haired girl—Rebecca—to pursue her.
"But... this Dolchev... he's quite the idiot, isn't he... It's already been a year since Pelfe was annexed. Since the middle of the Great War, that area has belonged to Wiltia. If there was something important there, I would have long ago had my hands on it."
In order to maintain their national identity, the August Federation showed no tolerance for dissenting opinions and promptly purged them all. Daian was amused at the thought that, because they had killed so many of their own people, the August were now starting to run low on talent.
"Oh well. Fools do foolish things and die in foolish ways over and over throughout this world. It's not uncommon. More importantly, Rebecca, you said Sven escaped the Bureau to chase after this Lud Langart?"
"Affirmative."
In contrast with her lovely appearance, Rebecca answered Daian in a cold, robotic voice.
"Hehe... So he's the man she chose of her own free will, the man she loves..."
The Autonomous Humanoid Hunter Units were created to be immortal soldiers, a weapon similar to humans, but without their limitations. But these official justifications were nothing more than a means to gather the budget, materials and manpower for the research that Daian was in fact trying to conduct.
"Rebecca, you know the origin behind the name of Europea, don't you?"
"Affirmative. Records indicate it was named after an empire that existed one thousand years ago."
"That's right. Do you know the origin behind the name of the Europea Empire, too?"
"Negative. There is no valid answer in the database."
That was correct. The creation myths of the long-lost empire were not passed down because no one knew the reason for its demise.
"It's the name of a girl from a time long, long ago. And she was so unbelievably beautiful that finally even God came down from heaven to marry her."
It was a story that many thought was nothing more than a far-too-fantastic fairytale, and Daian told it with a grandiose tone of voice.
"God said to the girl, Europa, 'If you become my companion, I will give the entire world to you.' And, the rulers of the Europea Empire claimed to be descendants of Europa. So they believed that this world was their own."
The story might just be an affirmation that the Europea Empire's rule was approved by God, and therefore nothing more than a divine right of kings.
But Daian thought there was more to the myth.
All myths and legends are based on some reality.
The Europea Empire that existed one thousand years ago was a civilization with technology far superior to the modern era. Nothing was beyond the realm of possibility.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
Introduction
Before, there was one giant empire that ruled the entire continent. The name of that empire was Europea and the imperial capital stood in the middle of the continent. Hundreds of towers reached to the heavens, ships that traveled between the stars floated in the sky, and it was said that its science was akin to magic, including the ability to raise someone from the dead.
However, one day the capital vanished. Without any warning, on a day one thousand years ago, the capital disappeared as if by the careless hands of God, and was erased from history.
Often mocked as barbarian chieftains, those who remained were the lords of the lands far from the capital. They began to battle for sovereignty over the vast territory. The war—a grand battle of inheritance, so to speak—continued for a thousand years with several fleeting periods of peace, and Europea was never unified again.
Then the Great Europea War plunged the entire continent into turmoil for ten years until it was ended by the Allied Forces, headed by the Principality of Wiltia, which commanded the Hunter Units.
The tough armor of these steel titans nullified the small arms fire of enemy infantry, and the units were able to bear heavy weaponry. They brought about astonishing military achievements wherever they were deployed.
Despite the natural fortifications surrounding it, Makstia, the capital city of the August Federation, fell and a single platoon of Hunter Units demolished the pride of the Greyten Empire—their landship cruisers. A peace treaty favorable to the Allied Forces was signed, and with it, the war came to a close.
With the fighting over, a number of events came to pass. Some nations merged, others disappeared, and still others were divvied up. This gave birth to a number of hostile groups: the defeated, the oppressed, and those who detested the fact that their home country was gone or taken over.
Although insignificant in comparison, in a little town, a small bakery opened for business.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-03-Extra-Chapter-[BookWalker][OCR_chocolatkey]/contents.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Vol. 3: Exclusive additional chapter
THE MULTITUDES OF THE WORLD, ACCORDING TO REBECCA SHARLAHART
Thank you very much, BOOK☆WALKER customers, for purchasing Volume Three of The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress.
My name is Rebecca Sharlahart.
BOOK☆WALKER has given us a special opportunity to provide this exclusive additional chapter, simultaneously in English and Japanese.
And this totally happened because of my underappreciated efforts!
Huh? Did you just ask if I've appeared anywhere before?
You bet I have! In both Volume One and Volume Two! But only briefly …
And I didn't even get an illustration!
This exclusive chapter is actually being released with the English edition of the novels, so its content is based on events in the series up through Volume Two.
That's right …
I start appearing regularly from Volume Three.
So I thought I would try to earn the honor by popping up here!!
But, putting that aside for a moment …
The main story in Combat Baker is all about a bakery, so it introduces many different kinds of bread.
For example, anpan, which has a paste of sweet boiled beans inside, was baked in the beginning of Volume One, and pineapple bread was created midway through that novel.
And, um … this is a good time to tell you that anpan actually exists, but pineapple bread doesn't.
However, in Japan, there is a type of bread called melon bread.
Sven Avei gave Lud's pineapple bread its name because the crosshatch pattern on melon bread resembles the fruit, and it was assumed Japanese readers would understand without any explanation.
We didn't expect the novel to be translated into another language, and this turned out to be difficult for foreign readers to understand.
Rice is the primary staple food in Japan, but people love bread, too.
In the morning, long lines of customers form in front of popular bakeries.
Melon bread is one of the favorite breads, and you can even buy it from mobile bread stands.
In Western countries, people commonly eat bread with something on top, or sandwiching something inside.
In Japan, rice balls are stuffed with different ingredients.
Maybe that's why the most popular way of eating bread is by enclosing ingredients inside.
The anpan in the first story is one such bread.
Other breads include jam bread that has jam inside, and cream bread with custard cream inside.
There's also curry bread with curry roux inside.
Originally, melon bread didn't have any cantaloupe in it, but in recent years, people have included real melon juice. It's pretty confusing, huh?
There's also a bread called uguisu bread. Uguisu refers to a bird known as the Japanese bush warbler. But don't worry, there's no bird meat inside!
We call these breads sweet buns or delicatessen breads.
If you ever have the chance to visit Japan, I hope you'll enjoy this aspect of the country.
Did you know that it was a samurai who first made anpan?
He was actually a former samurai, who was leading a completely different life with the changing times. Lud Langart, the main character of The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, was partially based on the samurai.
However, that historical samurai didn't have as tumultuous a past as the main character of these novels.
Well, it's about time to wrap this up.
I do wish it were possible for you to see me.
So, look for me in Zaza's illustrations at the front of Volume Three—and even in the cover illustration!
I'm destined for great things!
It's almost as if I'll take Sven … Sven Avei's place!
I basically already have. Everything up through Volume Two was just a sort of prologue.
It wouldn't be a stretch to say that I'm the true heroine.
So … ladies and gentlemen who have read these novels … make known your desire to read Volume Three, and request more volumes!
I'm counting on you!
Now it's time to say good-bye.
From the bottom of my heart, I hope to see you someday and somewhere!
This is Rebecca Sharlahart … signing off.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Vol. 3
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress
Volume 3
Story by SOW
Art by Zaza
TATAKAU PAN-YA TO KIKAI JIKAKE NO KANBAN MUSUME
© SOW
HOBBY JAPAN
2-15-8 Yoyogi Shibuya-ku Tokyo, 151-0053 JAPAN
Editor: Hope MATTHIESSEN
Translator: Ari and John Werry / HC Language Solutions, Inc.
Designer: Erika TERRIQUEZ
Producer: Atsushi YANAI
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Vol. 3
Is this the charm of a wife? Or the power of a mother?
Lud had lost his parents when he was young, so perhaps he was attracted to older women who radiated motherliness?
For Sven to compete with that, she would have to get married! But she had no intention of being with anyone but Lud. So the best way would be to marry Lud. But for that, she needed motherly charm, so …
"Arrrgh!"
These contradictions distressed Sven.
"Um … Sven? Are you all right?"
Lud spoke carefully to his partner, who appeared to be confused.
"N-No … It's just a little paradox … Ooh! What's that picture?!"
Sven took a deep breath to calm herself down and noticed a pretty illustration that had been painted between the shop name "Tockerbrot" and the rear end of the truck.
"Oh dear … Could that be … me?"
There was a cartoonish image of a waitress with silver hair and red eyes.
And there were wings on her back.
"Yeah. I used this occasion to draw a kind of mascot character."
"Draw …? Did you do this?"
Lud asked this of Jacob, who admired his own work proudly.
"Yes. I like it."
"You really can do anything!"
Jacob was from an accomplished family. His grandfather was one of the best businessmen in the world, and his father was one of the world's best ace pilots.
He had inherited their blood, so it wasn't so strange that Jacob could do many things well.
Perhaps he would discover great potential in a particular area during the seven years before his inheritance.
"I'm pleased. In this way, I can brighten up Master's shop!"
The boy had pleased Sven with no more than a paint brush.
"Oh … Um, who's this other character?"
Bracketing the shop's name was a silver-haired waitress-angel at one end, and another waitress-angel with red hair at the other end.
"Oh, yeah … This is the girl who rescued me the other day. She left before I could thank her, so I did this in return."
A girl with red hair, a red dress and red eyes … It was Rebecca, who had literally used her body to save Jacob that night.
"I didn't ask permission. Do you think it's okay?"
"Yeah. It's fine. She looks very cute!"
As the shop owner, Lud saw no problem with Jacob's illustration. He thought it was dazzling.
"She was pretty. But if she had smiled, she would have been much prettier."
"Oh … I see."
Looking at Jacob's embarrassed face, Sven was confused.
This boy would never think of Rebecca as a humanoid Hunter Unit.
She had heard that Rebecca had fought with superhuman strength, and Jacob knew she was a sort of relative of his father's.
However, Jacob just thought of her as an older girl who was very pretty.
What would Rebecca think if she saw Jacob's drawing?
Wondering about that, Sven shrugged her shoulders.
Meanwhile, someone was observing them from a great distance.
"……………………"
It was Rebecca Sharlahart, who had been assigned to watch Sven and the others.
Since she possessed the eyesight of a humanoid Hunter Unit, she could clearly see what was painted on the truck, and she could read the lips of the boy and understood what he was saying.
"Hmf! Like father, like son!"
Rebecca had sworn never to smile until the day she was reunited with her master, but her mouth loosened slightly.
Today, the girl with the red eyes and red hair, and who was wearing a red dress, also had cheeks that were tinged with red.
END OF VOLUME 3
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Vol. 3
Introduction
Man cannot live on bread alone. Who first said that?
Munch, munch, munch, munch … munch, munch, munch …
Tockerbrot was a bakery located in the corner of a little mining town called Organbaelz.
The shop was recently renovated, with a larger building and a food court where customers could enjoy a bite to eat.
Jacob, a long-standing customer of the shop—it's original customer, in fact— was sitting at a table and eating fresh-baked but deformed bread, which was unusual to find in this bakery.
"H-how is it?"
Milly, a new staff member, stared nervously at Jacob.
Today, she was wearing a work outfit for baking, instead of her usual waitress uniform with an apron.
"Hmm … It's not baked evenly. Maybe because of its irregular shape? And the texture isn't quite right. Maybe you should have kneaded the dough more."
"Argh!"
Milly's shoulders slumped after hearing Jacob's comments.
"But it's not bad for your first time. You can't bake like you-know-who from the start."
Milly was using the oven to bake by herself for the first time.
It had been three months since she started working with Lud, observing his work, and receiving his advice.
And today she had performed all the baking without his help.
"If you can't bake coupé, which is basic bread, you've still got work to do."
Jacob's observation was correct and struck home.
Milly had thought the same after eating her own bread.
It dashed her spirits even further that Jacob had pointed this out.
"Lud says he was an assistant for two years. If you can bake like this after just three months, you're making rapid progress."
"Would you pay money for my bread?"
"Um … that's asking a bit much."
As the girl's first try, it was all right.
But it wasn't bread that could be sold.
Milly's dream was to become a full-fledged baker like Lud and her deceased father. But she still had a way to go toward achieving that goal.
"Th-this just means you need a little more training!"
"Ugh!"
"What do you mean by 'ugh'?! What a mouth you've got!"
Sven, the waitress at Tockerbrot, had come in.
As a senior employee, Sven was training Milly, who lacked customer service skills. However, their relationship wasn't great.
Their first impressions of each other had not been good, and while the situation had improved somewhat, they were still slightly hostile toward each other. There was another reason, too. They were both insistent and stubborn, which made for a difficult relationship.
"Hmf! The master is kind enough to allow you to use the oven, but look how downcast you are! Is that all there is to your dream? Oh dear! I guess I was wrong about you!"
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
Chapter 1: Good Service Starts with Your Smile
The fourth month of 920 E.C.—
In the newly-formed Pelfe region of the Principality of Wiltia stood the small mining town of Organbaelz, and on the edge of that town was a bakery called Tockerbrot. It had opened a year ago and was now in danger of going out of business.
"There we go! It looks great. Here, Jacob, have a taste!"
Inside of Tockerbrot, the young owner passed his newest, fresh-from-the-oven creation to the young boy, Jacob, one of the owner's few friends and a regular customer.
"Munch, munch... hmm, what is this?" Jacob asked, as he bit into the enticingly-fragrant bread. There was a sweet paste packed into the soft, fresh bread.
"You like it? It's an invention from the east, called anpan. It's filled with a paste made from sweet, boiled beans. Over there it's known as a type of sweet roll."
The baker had learned this from an acquaintance from the Far East during the war.
"It's intriguing, isn't it? This is the kind of bread that a country of rice-eating people comes up with. Even the yeast they use is different; they ferment rice to make something called 'kome-koji' and use that to make bread."
Oddly enough, it paired very well with milk.
"Yeah, it's good."
"Really? In that case, it's a success!"
The owner was delighted with Jacob's seal of approval. This bread couldn't be found anywhere else in Wiltia—or anywhere else on the entire Europea continent.
"I'm sure that with my new, mysterious eastern-style bread, the customers will come rolling in!" The owner clenched his fist, as if he was grabbing tightly onto his hopes for the future.
"I still think it's impossible."
Jacob's reply doused his optimism in an instant.
"Why?!"
Even though Jacob was only twelve years old, he held his fingers up to his forehead and shook his head like a cunning old gentleman admonishing the owner for his foolishness.
"I'll start by saying that I think you're a good guy."
"Oh, um, well, thank you." The owner made a puzzled face and wondered why Jacob was saying this.
"I think you're diligent and passionate, and you're always eager to learn."
"Oh, heh, don't make me blush..." The owner looked down in embarrassment and scratched his head.
"But!" Jacob thrust out his finger, as if to flip up the owner's drooping head. "The real reason this bakery isn't popular... is you, Lud! Your face scares them away!"
Tockerbrot was in trouble and the reason was clear. The bakery had no customers. It wasn't because the bread didn't taste good. In fact, through the owner's hard work, the taste continued to improve steadily over time. And it wasn't because the bread was too expensive. The baker's prices were as low as possible, low enough that children could buy it with their spending money. The owner hadn't neglected to do market research, either. He discovered the regional foods in the area and had an understanding of the flavors that the local residents preferred.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 1
Sophia took a step forward and tried to grab the director by his collar when he thrust his palms out like a magician and stopped Sophia in her tracks.
"It wasn't seized by anyone, Major Rundstadt."
"Excuse me?"
The clownish man in front of her definitely had his own ideas and perhaps his own agenda.
"Think about it for a second, Major. On the outside of this facility we have your military security force. Inside, the most elite members of the Development Bureau's team are spread throughout the facility. In any case, Wiltia's ultra-top secret 'gate'—"
"Director!" Sophia raised her voice to try and cut him off.
"That information is not something to speak of so lightly!"
"Hmph... My apologies."
While Sophia angrily faced the director, he momentarily hid his grin, and assumed an expression of seriousness.
Although the Great War had ended—or precisely because it had ended—and in order to prepare for the next war, the intelligence agencies of every country were trying to steal the secrets behind the Hunter Units, so vital to the strategy of the Principality of Wiltia. The director had started to talk about the very core of those secrets, the most important classified information. Even in a private office inside the Bureau itself, it wasn't to be discussed casually.
"Without exaggeration, this facility is locked so tightly that not even an ant could slip through our security, and despite this, over a month passed before you became aware of this situation."
"...............?!"
Sophia finally realized what the director was trying to say. The security at the Development Bureau was even tighter than the security at the royal palace. If someone was going to steal the top secret Hunter Unit prototype, it could only be achieved by taking control of several divisions of troops and capturing the facility. This had not happened. The daily logs kept by Sophia's security forces reported nothing unusual.
"T-That would mean... it can't be... it left on its own?"
"As expected, you're very intelligent, Miss Sophia. That's right. The prototype actually broke out and escaped the Bureau of its own volition. No matter how much you barricade the outside from invaders, you can't do the same on the inside. Moreover, that was how she was built. It's her specialty, after all."
"I didn't think... it could be true..."
Sophia put her hands on her forehead with a horrified expression, as if she was in a terrible nightmare.
And yet, looking at the situation from a purely results-based perspective, the new weapon—a project that had seemed to be the product of a wild fantasy—was successful.
"We have already sent out a search party. No matter how it happened, it appears that our prototype passed the activation tests. The follow-up testing is the Bureau's job. Your job is just to keep the Development Bureau building secure, am I correct?"
A spiteful smile appeared on the director's face.
Damn! thought Sophia.
Sophia's expression revealed her extreme frustration.
The fact that an entirely separate security force had been deliberately stationed at the Development Bureau was just one sign of its importance. Despite the military's attempts to cut postwar spending, the additional security force also displayed the increasing budget that was funneled into the Bureau year after year.
It was the same as the mice belling the cat. Since Sophia's security forces had no authority outside the Bureau's grounds, there was no need for the Development Bureau to inform them that the prototype was gone.
"Please... excuse me."
Sophia turned her back to exit the room.
"See you later, Miss Sophia! We should talk over lunch next time!"
".........!!"
Without glancing back at Daian Fortuner, the Bureau director, Sophia left the room and slammed the door behind her.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Prologue
When did I first meet her? I think it was soon after I assisted in the slaughter of Lapchuricka and was deemed unfit as a special operations soldier. The Hunter Unit division had been hastily organized and there weren't enough people capable of handling the complicated new weapons, so they drummed up people like me.
Now that I think about it, Captain... or Sophia, may also have had an influence. It was hard for me to deal with people. I'm still not good at it, but I was even worse back then. Talking to people, looking at them or being looked at by them made me afraid in some way. I felt like a monster infiltrating a group of human beings and pretending to be human myself. I was scared of any contact with other people. Maybe that's why encountering something that wasn't human was a kind of salvation for me.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Warrant Officer Lud Langart."
Assignments had been in numerical order, and I met her in the cockpit of the mass-produced weapon. She wasn't human but she spoke human language. To her, I was no different than any other human being. When I realized that, it must have made me feel better, because I was suddenly a halfway decent partner in conversation.
"Nice to meet you. Starting today, you're my partner, huh?" I was able to casually reply. I adjusted my seat, checked the location of levers and pedals, and started up the system. Lastly, I was told to choose a name for her.
I thought a moment. It wasn't like naming a cat or a dog. I was naming a partner to whom I would be entrusting my life. I thought hard about the right name. And what came out was...
"Avei... How's that?"
What does it mean? Oh, right. It's from an old language and it means something like "hello" or "congratulations." It's a blessing.
Later, I thought it was a pretty ironic name. "Hello" as the name for a weapon rushing across the battlefield? "Congratulations" for a dangerous machine firing flame and overrunning the enemy position? A god of death would definitely identify itself with a better name. But that was the name I chose.
Perhaps it was a wish on my part. A wish that someday—in response to something or perhaps through a mistake—the blessing of a happy encounter would happen to this mechanical doll, despite carrying a monster like me.
That was how I met her. How I met Avei... and Sven.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Vol. 3
Afterword
Thank you for reading volume 3 of The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress!
In this volume, I was finally able to shine the spotlight on the "red" girl.
She didn't play a big role in the main story, and was resigned to a supporting role, but actually she has been very active elsewhere.
In some ways, she has been active as a public relations spokesperson, through the promotional booklets distributed at some bookstores, and bonus pages in the e-book edition, etc. I just did a quick calculation and discovered that I have written what would amount to about a hundred pages in bunko format about her!
My desire to give a proper role to this other hard-working automaton girl has been one of my goals since the start of this series, so I'm extra happy.
This, too, is thanks to everyone who gave their support.
Oh, right, right! I have to tell you about something else, too!
Between the publication of volumes 2 and 3, this series has been made into a voice drama!
It was announced on the official website and Twitter, but there may be some of you who haven't heard, so just in case …
It is available free of charge on the website A-koe (http://a-koe.jp/Series/_10).
Marina Inoue plays Sven, and Junichi Yanagita plays Lud.
I went to say, along with series illustrator Zaza and Editor O, that we found the voice actors' splendid performances to be very moving.
Please, check it out!
And now for my usual thank-yous:
I apologize to illustrator Zaza for making difficult requests, time after time. I owe you a lot for the way you respond so wonderfully!
Also, my heartfelt thanks to all the staff and cast involved in producing the voice drama.
And, above all, thanks to everyone who read this book!
If it weren't for all of you, I would not have taken a single step forward.
I feel immense gratitude … so thank you!
I hope from the bottom of my heart that we will meet again.
SOW
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The Rising of the Shield Hero/The-Rising-of-the-Shield-Hero-Volume-01-[One-Peace-Books][Kobo]/c22_1.txt
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Clash of Spear and Shield
They altered the gardens to make space for our duel.
Torches were set along the perimeter, and everyone who'd been enjoying the feast came out to watch the heroes fight.
But of course everyone already knew how it was going to turn out.
I was unable to attack at all, and there I was fighting with the Spear Hero.
But this wasn't a fight between the Shield Hero and the Spear Hero. Motoyasu had made it a fight between himself and me. He was just so prideful that he wouldn't accept it any other way.
Anyone could see how it would end, though.
I couldn't even hear anyone making bets, which was almost guaranteed when something like this happened.
It might have been because the castle had mostly been filled with nobility and knights, but there were some adventurers there, too—people that had fought with us against the wave. Even so, it would be unheard of to not have betting going on under normal circumstances.
In other words, not only did everyone know that I would lose, but they wanted me to.
Ren and Itsuki were watching from the castle terrace and laughing.
They probably couldn't wait to see me lose.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!
All of them—all of them wanted to get rid of me.
During the battle, they rained fire down on top of me.
The whole world was my enemy. Everyone was an enemy that laughed at me.
Fine. All I could do was lose. That was my only option. But I wouldn't go down without a fight.
Watch me, Motoyasu. I hate you. I HATE you more than you know. More than you can imagine. You can't stop it.
"Now for the duel between the Shield Hero and the Spear Hero! The duel will end when one of the contestants is pinned or admits defeat."
I rolled my head, snapped my fingers, and set my footing.
"In a battle between a shield and a spear, who will win? Give me a break. You are going down."
Motoyasu stuck his nose in the air and laughed at me.
Ugh, I hated him.
"Now then . . ."
Motoyasu, I'll show you that victory means more than just beating your opponent.
There was a story about a merchant trying to sell the most powerful spear and the most powerful shield, and the people ask him which of the two was most powerful. It was a story about a paradox, but I felt like the story itself was a paradox too. How is victory decided? It's like a game of chess. The focus should be on the player. The best spear in the world would kill its opponent, but the best shield in the world would protect its holder. In that case, the shield that protected the user from the most powerful spear could be considered the winner. The two had fundamentally different purposes.
"Begin!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"GRAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I braced myself for a blow and ran at Motoyasu. Motoyasu readied his spear and ran at me. He wanted to end it with one good jab.
Suddenly, we were very close. I was in his range, and he threw his weight behind the spear and jabbed it at me.
If I knew where the attack was coming from, I could probably defend myself.
"Chaos Spear!"
Motoyasu's spear instantly split into many spears, and they all flew at me.
A skill! He was really coming after me.
But he couldn't stop my advance. I protected my head with the shield and ran at him.
Ugh . . . Sharp spear points bit into me in two places: my shoulder and side.
It was a scratch. They'd only grazed me, but a hero's attack really was much stronger than the enemies we'd faced up until now. But the skill had a recharge time, apparently, and he was now in cool-down mode.
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Lovestruck Prince!/Lovestruck-Prince!-Volume-01-[Cross-Infinite-World][Kobo]/body3.txt
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Prologue: My Fiancé Dumped Me… Right?
Prologue: My Fiancé Dumped Me… Right?
"I won't tolerate your selfish misdeeds a minute longer! Elizabeth la Montlivere, consider our engagement broken!"
Those words—the same as in that horrible novel—echoed throughout the hall. In the middle of a ball at the Royal Academy, no less, and all eyes were on me and the crown prince now.
"I'm not sure I understand," I replied.
Crown Prince Vincent shook his head. "How could you not? You know full well what you've done to poor Lady Yulisse."
"I haven't done a thing."
Thinking back on it, that was my biggest mistake. I'd avoided Prince Vincent and Lady Yulisse as best I could to prevent any rumors.
I never expected His Royal Highness to fall victim to that book, too.
I'd noticed him reading it with great fervor, but I paid it no mind. I'd assumed he was exhausted from studying and wanted to lose himself in a story.
His Royal Highness, Vincent von Weissworth, was a true talent with both pen and sword. He had his father's flaxen hair and sapphire eyes and his mother's noble facial features. Some people even called him a miracle, a gift from the gods themselves. Our engagement was for political reasons, but I truly believed he was worth devoting my body and soul to—until now.
Lady Yulisse Merrifield was at Vincent's side, a look of terror on her face as she watched me. I grew dizzy as the scene unfolded exactly as the plot decreed.
I must be dreaming… Someone cursed me to have this horrible nightmare. This can't be real.
I stepped on my foot, digging in my heel under the lacy folds of my gown.
Ow.
Come to think of it, I'd received no small number of protections after becoming His Royal Highness' fiancée, and Vincent himself had an even stronger Ward than I did. I couldn't imagine anyone would be able to brainwash him or control his actions. This was real, then. He was breaking off our engagement of his own free will.
Of all the misfortunes that could befall me, why this?
"I'm afraid I'm in no position to accept that," I replied, determined to buy even a little time. "Without both His Majesty and my father's consent—"
"I have it," he cut me off. "Father gave me explicit permission to announce it here."
His Majesty did?
If that was true, then House la Montlivere and our entire family were bound to collapse in on ourselves.
What would we be without His Royal Highness?
My blood ran cold, and I grew faint. Through my wavering vision, I saw the so-called heroine, Lady Yulisse. She was still making herself small at His Royal Highness' side, apparently bewildered by this recent turn of events. When our eyes met, however, everything changed. She smiled—a confident little grin, as if she were genuinely enjoying herself. Only I could see it, and it was like looking into the eyes of the devil herself.
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Afterword
Afterword
IN early 2020, I became obsessed with villainess novels. I spent all my time reading them, and I got just enough sleep that my life didn't fall into shambles. It was clear what I had to write. I underwent intensive "image training." And yet, as soon as I started writing, I came across a critical error. Every villainess novel needs the prince to break off his engagement with the villainess over some contrived reason or another—but no matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did, I couldn't write that kind of prince for the life of me. His character just wasn't in me to write. But I wanted to write a villainess novel! No, I was going to, no matter what! I wracked my brain, and the conclusion I came across was that the prince had to secretly be a really nice guy. And so, this little tale was born.
Fortunately, the comments I received—whether they liked the plot, Vincent's work ethic or cringeworthy moments, or Elizabeth's angelic nature—made it so that the novel could get published like this. I've been writing for ten years now, even though I've never had the courage to make my works public before, let alone dream of publishing. Life can be funny sometimes.
Interestingly enough, in the original concept, the prince was supposed to be incredibly handsome and insightful, and he'd save his fiancée in clever ways from the shadows. The whole "head-over-heels" part of him won out, however, and Vincent became an awkward, lovestruck mess. When I finished the web novel, I even removed the bit about him being super strong from the description.
After all, the story hinges on Vincent's crush on Elizabeth. Without it, not only would it be a different tale altogether, but it probably wouldn't have been as popular as it is. Strange how things work out sometimes. One thing is clear, though: this novel was only possible due to everyone's love and kindness.
I have to thank Yukiko for pulling the character designs out of the chaos of my mind (especially Raphael—I could talk about him every day for the rest of my life, I swear), my editor Oda for reaching out to me and supporting me throughout the entire process, everyone who's supported the story up to this point, and of course the staff of the site this story was originally posted on. Then, of course, there's you, the readers. Thank you for supporting me. You've made me and my characters very happy.
Now, I was planning on having this be the end of the story, but I'd feel too bad for Vincent if things ended here, so I'm working on the second part now. He'll be together with Elizabeth yet. The second part has been published in volume 2, so I'd be just as happy if we met there again!
Shakushineko
October 2020
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Chapter 1: A Story Set in Motion
Chapter 1: A Story Set in Motion
LEAF-DAPPLED sunlight streamed into the corner of a lonely classroom, signaling the slow end of summer. I, Crown Prince Vincent, let out a sullen sigh as I watched the verdant treetops sway.
"They're all such idiots," I muttered to myself.
"Prince Vincent, might I suggest you avoid telling such truths in public?"
"Of course I won't."
"If you say so. I was simply concerned as to the overwhelming veracity of your words, to the point where I grew afraid you would utter them whenever you had the chance."
I huffed at the speaker, my maternal half-brother, as he bowed deeply in a manner more sarcastic than I would've thought possible.
He never minces words, does he?
As much as I hated to admit it, though, he was right. I could let something like that slip, especially since this mess was on my mind every waking moment and occupied my every dream.
I let out a deep, frustrated sigh and ruffled my hair like mad.
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Copyright
Lovestruck Prince! I'll Fight the Heroine for My Villainess Fiancée! Volume 2
Shakushineko
Translation by Mittt Liu
Illustration by Yukiko
Title Design by hxshiro
Editing by Shana Vodhanel
Proofreading by A.M. Perrone and Charis Messier
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
My fiancee whom I'm deeply in love is almost made to be a villainess, so the heroine side will be paid for what they did. Volume 2
© Shakushineko 2021
All rights reserved.
First published in Japan 2021 by MAG Garden Corporation
English translation rights arranged with MAG Garden Corporation
through Tuttle-Mori Agency, Inc., Tokyo
English translation ©2023 Cross Infinite World
All rights reserved. In accordance with U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email the publisher, addressed "Attention: Permissions Coordinator," at the email below.
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Published in the United States of America
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First Digital Edition: July 2023
ISBN: 979-8-88560-090-3
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
Chapter Four: Specially Arranged Funding
Finally, the dawn arrived.
We finished eating breakfast and were waiting in anticipation for the king's summons. It was only natural to give us a little spare time in the morning. No one wants to feel rushed out of bed. Finally, when the sun was pretty high in the sky, probably around ten o'clock, the king called for us. We could hardly contain ourselves and hurried to the audience chamber, our hearts dancing in our chests.
"The heroes enter."
The doors to the audience chamber swung open to reveal a group of twelve strangers all dressed as though they were about to embark on an adventure of their own.
There were knights among them.
The king certainly knew how to show his support.
We all bowed to the king and settled in to listen to his proposal.
"As we discussed yesterday, I have called for others to assist you in your journey. Apparently my call did not go unheeded."
If there were three assistants provided to each of us, we might just survive.
"Now then, gathered adventurers, please choose the legendary hero with whom you will travel with."
Wait. So THEY got to choose?
That came as a shock to all of us, though when I thought about it, it only made sense. We all came from another world, so what did we know about our journey? Better to let the experienced citizens make the decision.
The four of us lined up.
The gathered adventurers shuffled over in our direction and formed little clumps before their intended partners.
Five people stood before Ren.
Four people stood before Motoyasu.
Three people stood before Itsuki.
And before me? Yeah—zero.
"But, sir!" I called to the king. How could this be? It was so unfair!
The king was unnerved by my protest. He spoke. "I did not anticipate anything like this."
"He's not very popular, is he?" The minister sighed as if there were nothing he could do about it. The king, for his part, seemed disinterested.
The men in robes were whispering something to the king, and they all seemed to laugh. But why?
"So there are rumors?"
"What is it?" Motoyasu asked. He wore a strange expression.
The situation was so unfair. I couldn't make sense of it. It was like being in elementary school when we'd split into teams. I guess I was the last one picked? How could they do this to me here, in a completely new world?
"It seems that people are whispering around the castle. They are saying that among the four heroes, the Shield Hero does not know very much about our world."
"What?!"
"The legends say that the four summoned heroes will have an understanding of our land. People are wondering if you will truly be able to fulfill the conditions set out in the legends."
Motoyasu poked me in the side with his elbow.
"I guess someone was eavesdropping on us last night."
He meant our conversation about games. They were leaving me on my own because I hadn't heard of a game?! Besides, what kind of a legend was this anyway? I might not know much about their kingdom, but I was still the Shield Hero! For whatever reason . . .
According to the other guys, I was stuck with the most useless class . . . but this wasn't a game to begin with!
"Ren! You can't even use five people! Let's share!"
The adventurers standing around Ren (and men among them) all suddenly huddled behind him, quaking in their boots. They were behaving like terrified little sheep.
Ren looked annoyed and scratched his head, perplexed. Then he said, "I'm more of a loner, myself. So if you can't cut it, I'm leaving you behind."
He said it relatively forcefully, but none of the people behind him showed any signs of moving.
"Motoyasu! What do you think of this? Isn't it horrible?!"
"Well . . ."
By the way, I'd like to point out that there was not a single man among the adventurers with Motoyasu. It looked like he was setting up a brothel or something.
"Well I don't want to be biased here . . . but uh . . ."
Itsuki looked a little confused but seemed to be saying that he couldn't exactly refuse the help that he'd been offered.
All the adventurers gathered around Motoyasu were women. I guess he really did have a way with them. It was like some kind of involuntary attraction.
"I suppose it would be fair to split them evenly with each of us getting three. But then again, it's not gentlemanly to deny them once they've made their decision." What Itsuki said sounded fair enough, and everyone in the room nodded along.
"You mean I need to go it alone?"
I was stuck with a shield! THEY were the ones who said it was the worst class! If I didn't have a party to travel with, how was I supposed to get stronger?
"Sir, if it pleases you, I could serve with the Shield Hero." One of the women with Motoyasu raised her hand to volunteer.
"Hm? Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She was cute and had shoulder-length red hair.
Her face was pretty, too. She was relatively tall, just a little shorter than me.
"Are there any others among you that would throw your lot in with Mr. Naofumi?"
. . . No one moved a muscle. The king sighed heavily.
"I suppose there is no way around it. Mr. Naofumi, you'll have to recruit others to accompany you while you are traveling. Each month, I will supply all of you with the necessary funds for your journey, though in compensation for today's events, Naofumi's first payment will be higher than the others."
"Y . . . Yes, sir!"
It seemed like a fair resolution.
If no one wanted to work with me voluntarily, I would have to find people to help me.
"Now then, heroes, I have set aside these funds for you. Please accept them."
Attendants brought a bag of money to each of us.
I could hear something heavy and metallic rattling inside the bags. The one I received was slightly larger than the others.
"I have set aside 800 pieces of silver for Mr. Naofumi and 600 pieces for the rest of you. Please take these funds and begin your journey."
"Yes, sir!" we all answered in unison.
Each of us made our obligatory bow of gratitude before backing out of the audience chamber. Once we were all out of the room, we made our introductions.
"Um, so it's nice to meet you, Mr. Shield Hero. My name is Myne Suphia."
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
Chapter Seven: False Charges
They dragged me down the street, and soon enough we arrived at the gate to the castle. I was still in my underwear. The knights kept their spears trained on me as they led me to the audience chamber.
The king and his retainer were there, both looking very grave.
And then . . .
"Myne!"
Ren, Motoyasu, Itsuki, and the rest of their parties were also there. When I called out to her, Myne ran behind Motoyasu and made dagger eyes at me from behind his back.
"What the hell, Myne?"
Everyone was glaring at me like I was some sort of criminal.
"You mean you really don't remember?"
Motoyasu stepped forward and interrogated me.
What were they talking about?
"What do you mean? Remember what . . . HEY!"
Motoyasu was wearing my chainmail.
"So it was you . . . you thief!"
"Who's a thief? I didn't know you were such a scoundrel!"
"A scoundrel? What are you talking about?"
With my outburst, I realized that the audience chambers were beginning to feel rather like a courtroom.
"We will now hear the charges against the Shield Hero."
"Charges? But . . . but I!"
Myne was sobbing.
"The Shield Hero drank too much, and he came bursting into my room. Then he . . . He held me down and . . ."
"What?"
"He held me down and said, 'The night is still young, baby.' Then he started to rip my clothes off . . ."
Myne was sniveling behind Motoyasu, and she pointed a shaky finger in my direction as she spoke. "I screamed as loud as I could and ran from the room. That's when I found Mr. Motoyasu, and he saved me."
"Huh?"
What was she talking about?
Last night, right after Myne and I split paths, I'd gone straight to sleep. That was why I didn't remember anything.
I felt bad, watching her cry. But I was too confused to make sense of what was going on.
"What are you talking about? I went to bed right after we finished eating!"
"Liar! If that were true, why would Myne be crying like this?"
"Why are you speaking for her? And just where did you get that shiny new chainmail of yours?"
They'd all just met yesterday, right?
"Last night I went to the bar for a drink. I was sitting there alone when Myne came running over. We had a couple drinks together, and she gave me this chainmail. She said it was a present."
"Say what?"
I could tell that it was my chainmail.
Granted, Myne could have had her own chainmail and given it to Motoyasu. But it seemed suspicious, at the very least, considering that my own chainmail had gone missing at the same time.
Talking to Motoyasu would get me nowhere. I decided to speak to the king directly.
"That's it! Your Highness! I've been robbed! My money, clothes, equipment—everything but my shield has been stolen! Please bring the person who did this to justice!"
"Silence, scoundrel!"
The king ignored my plea.
"Any act of sexual aggression committed against the people of my kingdom, whether by barbarian or hero, will be punished—immediately—by death!"
"But this is all a mistake! I didn't do it!"
"I had an inkling the first time I saw you. Of course you would sully yourself, you little demon!"
"Demon?! What did I do?"
"Of course things turned out this way. I felt it immediately—that you were a little different from the rest of us."
"Me too. Even at that, though, I never thought you'd stoop so low. You must think you're somehow entitled to whatever you want!"
"This isn't all about you! Show some respect!"
All of them were already assuming that I was guilty. I felt my blood boiling. What the hell was going on? What the hell? What the hell?
I didn't even know what they were saying! I never did these things! Why was I being punished? I looked over at Myne in desperation. Apparently she thought that no one else could see her, because she stuck out her tongue and mocked me.
Then I understood what was happening.
I glared at Motoyasu. I could feel hate churning in my guts. I jabbed my finger in his direction and found my own voice booming out over the room, louder than I ever expected myself to sound.
"You! You had your eyes on my money and equipment, and so you made all this up to get your hands on my stuff!"
"Who would believe the words of a rapist?"
Motoyasu stepped forward, hiding Myne from my view, and stuck out his chest. He was playing the role of the brave hero, protecting a defenseless and victimized woman.
"Liar! You had your eyes on my money and equipment from the start! You and your little friends had a meeting about it, didn't you!"
Here's what happened: Motoyasu had whispered all of it to her when we first met at the castle. He told her I was a weak class, sure to lose. She convinced me to buy her good equipment. After she got what she wanted, she'd steal the remaining money and equipment and run to the castle as a victim in an invented story. They'd have me killed off, and then they'd get away with everything.
. . . That was their plan.
Besides! Myne always called me "hero," but she'd called Motoyasu by his name. If that wasn't proof enough, I didn't know what was.
In this world, I guess one hero was enough.
"You come to another world and treat your companions this way? You're trash."
"I agree. It's very difficult to sympathize with him."
So Ren and Itsuki had no qualms with throwing their lots in with Motoyasu.
Of course . . . They had all been in cahoots from the beginning. The Shield Hero was weak, so they wanted to get rid of me and increase their own standing in the process.
They were disgusting.
Could they be any worse?
Thinking back on it, it seemed like no one, not even the people from this world, had shown any desire to trust me.
But why? Why should I have to fight to defend the rats?
I hoped the whole place, the whole damn world, burned to the ground.
". . . Fine. I don't care. Just send me back to my world and call yourself a new Shield Hero. That'll do it, right?"
Another world? Ha! What a joke. Why did I have to spend my time in such crappy place?
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
"Things don't go your way, so you decide to turn tail and run away? How weak."
"I agree. You have no sense of responsibility or justice. You ignore the task you've been entrusted with only to attack a poor girl . . . Just terrible . . ."
"Get out of here then! Go back home! We don't need people like you here!"
I was glaring at Ren, Itsuki, and Motoyasu as if I could kill them with my eyes.
This was SUPPOSED to be FUN. But they had ruined it all.
"All right already! Send me home!"
The king simply crossed his arms and frowned.
"I would very much like to send you home, but the waves of destruction will not allow it. New heroes can only be summoned once the original four have all died. This is what the researchers say."
"Wh . . . What?"
"But . . ."
"That's . . . You're kidding, right?"
Finally, the three of them seemed surprised by something.
There was no way to send us home?
"You mean we can't go home?"
Give me a break.
"Let go of me already!"
I broke free from the knights and their spears.
"So you're going to resist, eh?!"
"I'm not going to get violent!"
One of the knights hit me.
His fist made a good sound, but it didn't hurt. It didn't even irritate me. The knight, rather, seemed to have hurt his fist. He was cradling it like a baby bird as he stepped away from me.
"Well? What's it going to be, Your Majesty? What's my punishment?"
I swung my arms to get the blood flowing again.
"At the current moment, you are our only defense against the coming waves and therefore will not be punished. However, your crimes are already well known to the people. That will be your punishment. I doubt very much that you will find work or help in our country."
"Ah, thank you so much!"
So I was to level up and fight back the waves of destruction.
"We will summon you in another month when the waves approach. You may be a criminal, but you are still the Shield Hero. Do not shirk your responsibilities."
"Got it! I'm weak, is that it? Better hurry up!"
Clink . . .
Ah, yes. I remembered the stash I had hidden in the back of my shield.
"Check it out! This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
I removed it from its spot. It was the last 30 pieces of silver I had. I threw it forcefully at Motoyasu.
"What the? What are you doing?!"
I didn't expect him to deride me for filling his pockets further.
I left the castle through its gate, and as I made my way down the street, the crowds on either side of me pointed as they whispered among themselves.
Gossip moved fast here. Better be careful what I say and to whom.
The whole world looked awful to me then. Hideous.
And so I lost respect, trust, and my money. Just as my adventure began, I lost it all.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
"Why are they all so quiet?"
"Because they are punished when they make noise."
"Makes sense."
So was he showing me slaves that were well trained or slaves that couldn't be trained? The lizard man looked like he might be good in a fight, but the other ones probably wouldn't be.
"Why's the middle one so cheap?"
She was skinny and scared, but she looked like a relatively normal little girl. Her face wasn't good or bad, just normal.
"Raccoon-types aren't popular with humans. Now, if she were a fox-type, I'd be able to get a good price for her."
"Huh . . ."
Raccoons were like tanuki. Even at that, she looked so human you'd think they could get a good price for her. But if raccoons weren't popular, then she probably wouldn't be worth much as a slave.
"She has panic attacks in the night. It's a lot of work to look after her."
"And this is the best you have in stock?"
"You really hit where it hurts."
She wouldn't be good for hard work, and she had the lowest level.
Was this a good thing? I wasn't sure.
I caught the eye of the raccoon-girl. And I realized, looking into her eyes, how I felt.
Yes, this thing was a woman, the same gender as that one that betrayed me. I looked into her scared eyes and immediately thought that I wanted to control her. I thought I could just pretend that I'd turned Myne into a slave . . . Even if the slave did end up dying, it might help make me feel better.
"All right then, I'll take the middle one."
"An excellent choice, and it makes my life easier, too."
The slave trader produced a key and opened her cage. She stepped out, and he put a collar around her neck. She let out a yelp.
I looked at her quivering in fear and felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me. I imagined that other woman quivering in fear just like this, and it made me feel great.
The slave trader took the girl, her collar attached to a chain, and pulled her behind us as we went back the way we came. We came to a slightly more open area in the circus tent and the slave trader called for some people who appeared immediately. They were carrying a jar that appeared to be full of ink. They transferred a little ink to small dish and pushed it in my direction.
"Hero, please give us a little blood. Then the slave registration will be complete, and she will be yours."
"I see."
I pressed a utility knife into the end of my finger. As I did so, I felt my shield react, but I wasn't being attacked, so it didn't stop me from drawing blood. Apparently it behaved differently outside of battle.
I waited for the blood to well up and then let a few drops drip into the small dish. One of the men dipped his brush into the liquid and then pulled back the girl's cloak to paint the magic onto her chest.
"Gahhhh! AAHHHH!"
The pattern on her chest began to glow, and I suddenly noticed a flashing status icon in my field of vision.
Slave acquired. Now opening settings for conditions of use.
A window opened, and it was filled with conditions.
I quickly skimmed through them. Attacking me in my sleep, or any other action that entailed the refutation of my will, would be punished immediately with pain.
Also, a party member icon appeared outside of the slave menu, so I looked into that.
Slave A. I didn't know her name, so that's what it said.
"Now this slave is yours, hero. Your payment, please."
"Sure."
I gave the slave trader 31 pieces of silver.
"You've overpaid, sir."
"For the ceremony. You were going to wring more money out of me somehow, weren't you?"
"You are very wise."
If I paid up-front, it made it hard for him to say anything about it afterward. I'd like to see him try to get more out of me now.
"Very well then. You've helped me clear out my stock."
"By the way, how much do you actually charge for this processing?"
"Haha. It's included in the cost."
"Sure it is."
He laughed, so I laughed along with him.
"You're really something. I've got goose bumps."
"Whatever."
"I look forward to your future visits."
"Sure."
I started to walk off and called for the slave to come with me. I turned my back on the circus tent.
The slave followed behind me, wearing a miserable look on her face.
"Now then, let's hear your name."
She coughed and turned her face away and didn't answer.
But that was a stupid thing to do. If the slave disobeyed my orders, she would have to pay. And so the slave punishment curse activated.
"Gu . . . guhhhh . . ."
She put her hands on her chest and seemed to be in pain.
"Come on. What's your name?"
"Ra . . . Raphtalia . . ." Cough! Cough!
"Raphtalia it is then. Let's go."
She told me her name, so the pain faded. She took a moment to recover her breath.
I took her by the hand, and we continued to walk down the back alley.
". . ."
Raphtalia looked up at me, her hand in mine. She looked terrified, but we kept on walking . . .
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Chapter 4: Temporary Closure
Sven was alone inside Tockerbrot. "Hm?" She tilted her head.
Over the last few days, ever since her true form was revealed, Lud had been acting strangely. He wasn't avoiding her, but his interactions with her were unusually superficial. If she said hello, he said hello back, which was normal. But, he was trying too hard to respond normally.
Sven thought he might try to pretend he hadn't learned her true identity, but something else was strange, too. He had left the shop in Sven's hands and dedicated himself to baking bread in the oven room before leaving again. Tonight, he returned from traveling sales and then went out again after preparing to close the shop.
"What's going on?"
And that wasn't the only odd thing going on tonight. All of a sudden, Blitzdonner and Rebecca were nowhere to be found. And Jacob had never even shown his face today. After finishing work, Milly went straight home. And while Marlene usually visited even if she didn't have a reason to, she hadn't appeared. Furthermore, Sven couldn't find Hilde or the unusual girl who was always with her.
"Why do I feel so... alienated?" Sven felt lonely, as if everyone had left her out. No... "This is probably the way things are supposed to be," she muttered.
After all, she was different. No matter how similar to a human being she appeared, she could never be the same as Lud—not in any real way. In the end, she was no more than a fake.
"Fake and real don't apply to love." She remembered Blitzdonner's words. Ever since he said them, those words had been lodged in her heart.
"But..." As long as she couldn't prove that her feelings were real, she could only feel proud inside. It was such a disheartening path. "Why do I want to be with Master?" She suddenly asked herself this question.
Why had she come here, seeking something that would never have occurred to her when she was a weapon, even going so far as to abandon her former incarnation?
"Master..."
Sven couldn't find an answer, so she continued moping.
Meanwhile, at the church atop the hill...
"Thank you for coming, everyone." Lud spoke in front of the chapel altar, where a priest would usually deliver a sermon. Faces he knew were assembled in front of him.
"Why do you look so serious, Lud?"
Jacob had been Lud's first friend when he came to Organbaelz.
"He's going to explain that now."
Marlene, the church nun with a tumultuous past, had also become Lud's friend.
"You look dead serious."
Until about a year ago, Milly had insulted him every time they met, but now she worked as an apprentice at his bakery.
"If it requires physical strength, leave it to me. I'll gather the young fellas."
Laurel was the leader of the miners. He had once refused to eat Lud's bread, saying he had no idea what might be in it.
"If there's anything I can do, just tell me."
The young girl Hilde was a former member of the Schutzstaffel who first attacked with the intention of killing Lud.
".................."
Looking at them, Lud had a strange feeling. None of these friends had thought well of him at first. Some had tried to trick and kill him. But now they sat here listening to him. These were people he had met as Lud the baker in Organbaelz, not as Lud Langart the Silver Wolf and ace pilot of the Principality of Wiltia's military.
"What's wrong, Lud?"
"Oh, um, nothing."
Jacob spoke with concern for Lud, who was so deeply moved that he could barely speak.
"To be honest... I have a favor to ask all of you."
"—?!"
The faces of nearly everyone showed surprise.
"A favor? Lud, are you going to ask us to do something?"
"Y-Yes."
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Copyright
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
by SOW
Translated by Ari and John Werry / HC Language Solutions, Inc.
Edited by Hope Matthiessen
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 SOW
Illustrations Copyright © 2018 Zaza
Cover illustration by Zaza
All rights reserved.
Original Japanese edition published in 2018 by Hobby Japan
This English edition is published by arrangement with Hobby Japan, Tokyo
All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Epilogue
Several days are special to Sven. One is the day she became Sven, which Lud celebrated as her birthday. Also the day she was switched on, and the day she met Lud. Then there's the day Lud gave her the name Avei, and the day she rejoined Lud as Sven. There are so many, countless, special days. But among them, a few lit a great fire within her.
For a time, she was Lud's beloved Hunter Unit and spoke regularly with him. Lud had a reputation for not talking much or confiding in others about himself, but he often spoke to her inside the cockpit. Perhaps he found it easier to talk to her because she wasn't human.
"That was long ago in Lapchuricka."
There was the day she heard about his sad past.
"I've found something I want to do."
And the day she had learned of his dream of becoming a baker.
"Thanks for everything."
And the day the war ended and he said goodbye.
Amidst all of that, it had come to her. Something passionate, fierce and precious had awakened inside her. It was...
"What?!" Sven froze hearing Lud's sudden marriage proposal. She never expected this. The faces of everyone present also froze with startled looks.
"S... sorry. I know it's sudden and out of the blue, so... sorry." Lud spoke apologetically to Sven, who was frozen.
"But I just thought... um... I want to keep living with you. For happy things and fun things... and probably sad things, too. I want to share all of that."
Lud had decided. He had chosen a way of life in which he accepted the iniquities of his past and still tried to be happy. And that resolution meant sharing his life with Sven.
"But, um... maybe you don't want to?" Lud continued speaking to Sven, who remained frozen. "Sven... I love you." As soon as he said it, it felt like a melodramatic comment. Unintentionally, Lud laughed.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Intermission 2
Berun was the royal capital of Wiltia. It was designed to spread in a circle around the principality's royal palace in the center. Land was more expensive closer to the royal palace, so government offices, noble mansions and embassies from foreign nations lined the streets. The commoners lived in clusters of apartment buildings in the outer circle. Meitzer and Marissa were outside that outermost area in a suburb of the royal capital.
"This is barely part of the capital!"
Berun's famous streetcars didn't come out this far. Meitzer and Marissa had borrowed an automobile from military headquarters, bounced along unpaved roads, and finally arrived at their destination.
"This place feels like the edge of the world!" Marissa said the first thing that popped into her head.
"There sure are a lot of fields..." Meitzer didn't disagree.
They were visiting VfR.
"What in the world is VfR? It's the first time I've heard of it."
"Well, not many people know it. Its official name is Verne für Raumschiffahrt."
"Verne... The Association for Space Travel?" Marissa cocked her head at the word. "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere... Oh!" She clapped her hands when she remembered. "I ran across that name when I used to read Fantastica!"
Marissa wasn't born into a wealthy family, so she applied for a student loan to pay for her studies and joined the military to pay it back. She enjoyed reading and had a paperback book in her pocket at this very moment.
"Oh, you know it?"
"Wasn't Verne the name of an author?"
"Indeed it was."
If Marissa remembered correctly, the novelist J.B. Verne had once been popular.
"He wrote stories about circumnavigating the globe in hot air balloons and sea vessels and exploring an ancient empire on the seafloor. They were all really interesting."
"Yes, that's him."
Verne died almost twenty years ago, but he had possessed incredible insight and imagination and described the dreams of science rather than pseudoscientific fantasy. Much of what he wrote came true, so he was also highly respected for his accurate predictions.
"In one of his works, humans journeyed into space, so this place is named after him."
"Oh..." Marissa thought about it for a moment and then looked surprised. "Can people really go into space?" Scientific progress had been rapid, during which the Hunter Units—which even Verne hadn't foreseen—were developed. Excitement tinged Marissa's voice as she wondered if humanity would now touch the stars.
"No, that is still impossible." Meitzer laughed good-naturedly. "However, the people here hope to make it happen someday. And they receive government funding."
"Oh, really? That's surprising."
Wiltia had been victorious in the recent Great War. However, while production swelled, demand had drastically fallen, resulting in a poor economy that was gradually eroding various sectors of society. Even public agencies were being forced to decrease budgets, and the military was hit especially hard. Some military bases were having trouble even finding the money to fix broken showers.
"When the government is so tight fisted, I'm surprised it's funding such a non-essential area."
The government was pouring tax money into space travel when its finances were tight. Marissa, whose viewpoint was that of the common person, was surprised and dismayed.
"You misunderstand, Miss Marisha. Public funds are precisely for projects with long term results."
"Really?"
"When something is sure to pay off, private investors and corporations will shell out money, even if you don't ask. When a venture doesn't pay off, public funding is necessary."
Public money built housing, provided healthcare, and found work for the poor. Those were enterprises with no prospects of revenue. If you prioritized profit when it came to survival necessities such as electricity, water and means of transportation, people would die, starting with the poor.
The nation's raison d' être was protecting the people. That was its guiding principle, so seeking profit and high returns from that endeavor made no sense.
"VfR is researching space travel. Tell me, Marisha, what would be necessary for travel in space?"
"Huh?" In response to Meitzer's question, Marissa was silent. She didn't have an immediate answer. Flustered, what came out was... "F-Food!"
"Yes, that's right."
"It is?!"
"But what can you eat in outer space?"
"Huuuh?!"
Meitzer hit her with another question.
"You don't know? Well, they don't know either, so they conduct research and perform experiments to find out. And in the course of their progress, they may come across new technology and knowledge applicable in other areas."
"Does it really work out that well?"
"Most of the time, no. But the basic theories that give rise to new technology bloom because of countless failures. Given that, it isn't a waste. Not at all."
If one hundred investments ended in failure but the one hundred and first gives birth to a revolutionary new technology, that alone could change the world. The aircraft now common in the skies began with brothers who ran a bicycle shop. And it's well known how strangely people first looked at them.
"Wiltia won the recent Great War with the new weapon known as Hunter Units. That's probably why the government decided there is a value in investing with the promise of giving birth to new technology that may in turn lead to new weapons."
"Oh... I think I get it." Marissa spoke as if he hadn't fully convinced her. She still wondered what kind of revolutionary technology could come from a research facility located in the middle of a rural suburb. And then...
"... t!"
She heard a voice. "Hm?" Looking around, she saw a small human in the distance. It was waving a hand and shouting something.
"Someone welcoming us?"
The military had sent prior notice of their visit.
"Hmm... But something doesn't seem right." Meitzer put a hand to his mouth as he pondered, then he looked up. "Oh no... This is bad."
"What do you—gack!"
Meitzer tucked Marissa under his arm and took off running. He ran so fast it was difficult to believe he was carrying someone. He ran with such power that it churned the earth, and the next moment, they were several hundred meters away.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
"W-What the?! What happened?!"
"Miss Marisha! Don't talk!"
Just then, right after Meitzer spoke to Marissa... There was a huge explosion behind them.
"Why—ow!!" In shock, Marissa bit her tongue hard. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..."
"That's why I told you not to talk... Are you all right?" Meitzer spoke with concern to Marissa, who had tears in her eyes. "It didn't hit you, did it?!"
The human who had waved them away drew near enough that they could make out his face.
"No, and that's thanks to your warning."
"Um... sorry about that."
A full-bearded man in early old age looked at Marissa covering her mouth and moaning, and at Meitzer, who responded with a wry smile. "Are you... Professor Auguste?"
"Oh, do you know me? Are you the visitors the military mentioned?" The man was Auguste, and he answered with a surprised look on his face.
A short while later, Auguste led Meitzer and Marissa to the Association for Space Travel.
"Whoa... What a mess!"
The facility was spacious, but there were mountains of documents, presumably research materials, and various experimental tools scattered around leaving little space to walk.
"Please, right this way."
Auguste showed them toward the back, where the floor was barely visible and a sofa suggested they had been expecting visitors. It would be hard to reach it however.
"Some of this stuff looks expensive. If I break it, it'd wipe out my monthly pay!"
Marissa was walking carefully. At her feet lay some kind of experimental sample that looked like avant-garde art.
"No, not your monthly pay. More like your annual pay!"
"Hwaaah?!" Marissa cried out from the bottom of her heart hearing this comment from Meitzer, who was striding smoothly but carefully through the objects, despite his large frame.
A low-ranking soldier's salary wasn't high. Marissa was still repaying her loan from her student days, so she lived frugally. She had recently taken a relatively decent side job, but she still didn't have money to waste, and the loss of a month's pay was a hardship she could not afford.
"Please, wait a moment. I'll have someone make tea."
"No, that isn't necessary."
Having finally reached a place where the floor was clear, Marissa sat on the sofa, feeling exhausted spiritually and physically.
"Hey, Helmut! Make tea! Huh? There are no cups? Well, there are beakers, aren't there? I think so anyway! Use ones that have been washed!"
"Whoa..." Marissa exclaimed in a voice conveying concern over just what the beakers might have been used for.
"So what brings you here?" Auguste asked Meitzer with curiosity.
"It's hard to tell whether our group is a bunch of visionaries or just delusional. Luckily, thanks to my past life, the government arranged a research budget, but it isn't a lot of money."
Auguste was a former professor from Berun University. He was an unusual fellow, a former medical doctor who later became a physics scholar. He had a laudable history in medicine, so his name was influential with government big shots. That was what he meant by his past life.
"Actually... I've read your work, Doctor, and it was quite interesting." Meitzer offered praise to refute Auguste's humility. "I think it was called "The Path to the Stars." It described how humans could leave the earth's atmosphere and visit other planets. And how we could go to the moon. I had the impression that you were serious and had developed your theory considerably."
"Oh my... You read that? I'm much obliged."
A few years ago, after the conclusion of the Great War, Auguste published a paper. Most scholars dismissed it as little more than the summary of a science fiction novel. They believed it was impossible for humans to go into space.
"Many academics declared it impossible for human beings to live in a world without air, water or even gravity, and wondered how it would be possible to navigate a void. But I felt differently." Auguste's eyes sparkled in response to Meitzer's words. He was probably over fifty years old. But now he looked like a young boy.
"I'm so happy. It's been a long time since anyone said that."
"I'm glad, Professor."
Auguste's helper Helmut, who had brought tea, also laughed joyfully. As if second-guessing the wisdom of serving tea in beakers, Helmut had poured it into cups, albeit slightly chipped ones.
"Well? Is your research going well?"
"Actually, we're locked in a tough fight. When will the day come that we can head into space?"
"To me, it appeared to be going smoothly. That experiment earlier looked like a success."
"Hm?" Hearing Meitzer's astute comment, Auguste closed his mouth.
"Earlier? Um... what was that earlier? A bomb?" Marissa, who had nearly been caught in the mysterious large explosion, was eager to know. The government wouldn't look the other way if they were setting off mysterious explosions. She would have to report it through specific channels.
"No, you don't understand, Miss Marisha." Meitzer spoke to Marissa, whose face was now stern. "That was the experiment's objective. It's a rocket."
"Rocket?" Marissa had never heard the word before.
"There are various definitions, but in this case, it means a machine that ejects internal matter for thrust instead of taking in air from outside."
The word rocket was derived from a word meaning bobbin. That was because rockets had a similar shape.
"Traveling through a space with no air, water or gravity requires thrust from a reaction to an explosion caused by chemical combustion. We launched a rocket, and that explosion occurred when it fell."
"You appear to know all about it!"
Meitzer grinned at Auguste's surprise.
"That's why you have your laboratory out here in the boonies, isn't it? It'd be hard to perform such experiments in the middle of the city."
"Yes, that's it exactly."
The rockets Auguste was studying combined liquid oxygen and liquid fuel. Burning that fuel caused an explosion that provided powerful thrust. Such an explosion was more destructive than the blasts of crude bombs.
"The rocket reached the projected altitude, so the experiment was satisfactory. We were right about the blend ratio of liquid oxygen and fuel."
Sometimes science achieves productive results even when it appears that it has failed.
"Then if you make a bigger rocket, will people be able to go into space? Like, to the moon?"
"No, too many problems remain. With current technology, it's impossible to leave the atmosphere."
"Oh, is that so?"
"But..."
Meitzer unintentionally narrowed his eyes. "So long-distance flight is already possible within the atmosphere?"
"?!" Auguste's face tensed at Meitzer's words.
"The government isn't pouring tax dollars into the Association for Space Travel because it's drunk or handing out charity. They figured you would someday develop technology with practical applications. But, that's not true. You've already reached that point. Am I wrong?"
"....................." Auguste didn't answer.
Meitzer continued. "The military is paying the Association's bills because it expects the technology to carry over into military use. And you've already achieved results."
Under the cover of the Association for Space Travel, which sounded like something from Fantastica, was a test site for new weapons. That was its true function.
"You know the military occasionally plays a role in scientific and technological progress, don't you?" Auguste finally spoke back. "There will be temporary drawbacks. However, it will be a blessing to humanity."
"I suppose so. I can't deny it."
Meitzer was a military man. He even had the rank of general. So he understood the man's reasoning.
"The fact is that science made dramatic progress during the ten years of the Great European War. That technology trickled down to the average person and has enriched humanity. There's no doubt about it."
"In that case..."
"But it mustn't happen too fast."
Meitzer's eyes took on a glint of intensity. "You must halt this research. Such technology should never exist in this world."
"What... do you know?"
The technology developed by Auguste and the Association for Space Travel could be applied to one particular weapon. Even the mere fact that it existed could destroy the balance of world powers.
"Verne 1. The world isn't ready for that weapon yet."
Application of the rocket development technology could give birth to a very dangerous weapon. That weapon was the ballistic missile, and the only two people in the world who knew about it were Meitzer and the girl known as the Saint.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
"W-What kind of business does someone from Yamato have here?"
All embassy personnel in Berun had received instructions to refrain from leaving their office complexes. It wasn't mandatory. It was just a request. Disobeying it, however, would risk instigating an international incident. Nonetheless, it was just a request. The diplomats were sent to Berun by their own nations, so the Wiltian government had no right to restrict their movements.
"I've come to see Genitz. Take me to him."
Back inside the royal capital, Lud and Sophia were running through the long and intricate hallways.
"Oh... So the development bureau was attacked first, huh?"
"Yeah. That rotten lieutenant general! I'll never forgive him!"
They exchanged information.
"And that girl... What was her name? Sven? She got kidnapped?"
"Yeah. I don't know exactly how, but it was some kind of mind control."
In the subterranean jail, Hanussen had told him about the emergency control code.
"That infuriates me," Sophia muttered.
Her voice held anger, but there was more. Her words also expressed intense hatred for the person who had trampled where no one should ever set foot.
"Agh!"
A few soldiers appeared ahead. Reports of Sophia's escape and Lud's intrusion had already spread around the palace. Soldiers had been dispatched with orders to shoot and kill on sight.
"Fire!"
The soldiers prepared to shoot, but Sophia immediately fired the machine gun she had seized earlier, accurately taking out a few of the soldiers. Then, instead of slowing down, she ran faster and vaulted inside the group of remaining soldiers and, within seconds, incapacitated them with blows from her fists, gunstock and knee.
She hasn't changed! She's indomitable!
Like Lud, Sophia was an expert in military martial arts, and she had learned the eastern martial art bujutsu. Few men, even armed with guns, could stand against her in a hallway where movement is limited, much less in an open area.
"Lieutenant Langart, why did you hold your fire?"
Sophia questioned him while knocking out a still-conscious enemy soldier with a kick.
"Well..."
Lud had a machine gun he had seized from an enemy soldier. It was loaded and he knew how to use it. Nonetheless, he had hesitated to shoot. Or rather, he hadn't even tried to shoot.
"So you still can't do it, huh?"
People who suffered traumatic experiences in war often became incapable of violent action. Sophia had seen many such former soldiers. However, Lud was different. He wouldn't let himself kill as a matter of self-discipline.
"I saw what was on your mind during the Defairedead incident. I'm not blaming you for that. But can you hold to that and still save Sven?"
Sophia had met Sven during the Defairedead affair, and they had only spoken a few words. Nonetheless, it was enough to see Sven's strong feelings for Lud.
"I'm someone who cherishes my beloved master, to whom I've offered both my heart and my body."
That was how Sven had described her feelings.
"She admires you with her whole being. Can you save such an earnest heart without risking your life and fighting?"
"I—"
"Not just your own life, but the lives of others, too."
Before Lud could reply, Sophia continued.
"You know very well what kind of man Genitz is. He controls desperate women and uses them."
Sophia loved Lud. And because they loved the same man, Sophia could understand how Sven felt. She didn't know much about Sven, but she knew Sven truly loved Lud. And she knew how Genitz's hopelessly degenerate actions ran roughshod over Sven's feelings.
"I'm telling you. This isn't a situation that you can handle with a lot of high-minded talk."
Genitz would kill Lud unless Lud faced him with the readiness to die. And Sven feared Lud's death more than her own.
"I..."
Lud made a pained sound.
"............"
Sophia had been hurling words at him, but now she too made a pained face. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to, but she had no choice. As his former superior officer, as his older sister, and as a woman.
"The Royal Weapons Development Bureau," Sophia said. "Go there. That's probably where Genitz will take her."
"What?"
Sophia was captain of the development bureau guard, and she had been Bureau Director Daian's supervisor. She didn't know everything, but she did know some of the organization's secrets.
"There's a Door beneath the development bureau. And it's Genitz's last resort."
Genitz had used force to occupy the development bureau and had taken the risk of establishing martial law in the royal capital because there was something he wanted there that he believed would compensate for the dangerous risks. Lud had guessed that much before, but not that it was a Door under the development bureau.
"There's a Door in the royal capital?" Lud asked in surprise.
During a previous incident, Lud had seen a Door in Organbaelz. It had been the relic of an ancient civilization, and even a blast from a tank wasn't able to destroy it.
Sven can open the Door!
At last, Lud understood Genitz's true purpose. The relic of an ancient empire would demonstrate a strength that exceeded human knowledge. Behind the Door on Organbaelz, there had been an ancient food production facility. What's more, that facility had caused a miracle, returning a dead person to life.
"What's beyond the Door?"
"I don't know. But I heard the director of the development bureau once say that the bigger the Door, the greater its importance. And the Door under Berun is the biggest of all the Doors whose existence has been confirmed."
By now, the regular military would have moved to recapture the royal capital after the monarch's denunciation of the rebels. The regular military and the Schutzstaffel would be staring each other down somewhere near the royal capital, but it would be some time before they drew near the royal palace. Meanwhile, Sven would open the Door with her power. If the thing inside could reverse the war's balance of power...
"That's definitely where Genitz is headed."
"Sven will be there, too."
To get Sven back, it was necessary to prevent Genitz's ambitions. Lud hadn't known what Genitz's final aim was. But it all made sense now.
"Perhaps Genitz will abandon the royal palace and... No, he must already be on his way there. Either way, you can seize the initiative if you leave now."
"Captain..."
"Tch!"
Sophia clucked her tongue after these revelations.
"But remember! This is top secret!"
Lud was a former soldier, but he had retired, so now he was just a regular citizen. Either way, this information must never be leaked.
"Do you know why I told you this?" Sophia asked with a glare.
"Because I want you to come back alive. You want that girl back, right? If that information helps, then there's no choice! So hurry and go!"
"But what about you?"
Even without Genitz, the royal palace was currently the Schutzstaffel's base.
Lud couldn't bear to leave her alone in such a place, but Sophia returned a wry smile.
"It seems I have to deal with her."
A girl was standing at the end of the hallway.
"Enemy... eliminate... eliminate..."
The girl looked about 14 or 15 years old. She looked scarcely older than Hilde and Milly. And she had red eyes like Sven and Rebecca.
"Can you feel it, Lieutenant? She looks like her," Sophia said in a cold sweat.
It was the strong sense that something was wrong when Sven and Rebecca exercised physical abilities unimaginable given their dainty figures. The girl in front of them had that—but it was ten times more intense. The phrase to describe it was "uncanny valley."
The more that the appearance and behavior of artificial things resemble those of human beings, the more people are attracted to them. However, at a certain point, the resemblance becomes so close that the parts that don't appear human stand out, causing discomfort. This girl was a perfect example.
"Eliminate... Annihilate..."
Lud and Sophia didn't know what Rebecca knew, but if she had been here, she would have cried out in surprise. This girl was the "third body"—the third humanoid Hunter Unit. She was the machine that had attacked Rebecca on the night the Schutzstaffel took over the development bureau.
"Hurry, Langart! Without a gun, you'll just be in the way!"
Sophia picked up another machine gun from the floor, pointed her two weapons, and shot at the girl. She didn't try to hit a particular spot so much as a whole area, unleashing a swathe of fire in hopes that at least one bullet would hit. However, the girl was faster than the bullets, and kicking off the walls and ceiling in geometric patterns, she evaded them all.
"You monster!"
Sophia spat the words with hate and laid down more fire to stop the girl.
"Captain..."
Lud was at a loss. The girl was strong. Certainly as strong as Sven and Rebecca—maybe stronger. She had the strength to overwhelm even an armed human. Even if both Lud and Sophia took her on, their chances of winning were slim. Even if they did win, the fight would eat up too much time. And that would ruin their chances of getting the drop on Genitz.
Sophia had considered all that before telling him to go. She had said that he must be willing to risk not only his own life, but someone else's as well. That was exactly what she was ordering him to do now. By leaving her.
"I'm sorry, my sister Sophia!"
With these words, Lud turned his back and ran.
"That's better, Lud."
Sophia heard Lud's words and smiled. After inhaling as much air as she could, Sophia issued an audacious challenge: "C'mon, monster! Big Sis is strong!"
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
Chapter 6: Lud Langart's Decision
Meanwhile, at Twelve Comm, in the urban district of the city...
"A monster..."
Delz murmured the same word Sophia had used, but against another humanoid Hunter Unit with unimaginable strength. Lieutenant Delz was an officer in the Schutzstaffel and the commander of the force that had conquered the city.
"Call me what you want. I don't care."
Rebecca answered him, tired from the bottom of her heart from incapacitating over fifty Schutzstaffel soldiers, including reinforcements. She had killed about half of them, and had broken the arms, legs, ribs, and ruptured internal organs of the rest. They were barely conscious. In comparison, Delz had suffered only a light injury by having one leg broken.
"S-Stop... Help..."
"Not a chance."
Delz cast aside his pride as a Schutzstaffel soldier and begged for his life, but Rebecca denied it without mercy. She made a tight fist and drew it back to hit his face. At that moment, her raised right arm was silently blown off.
"What?!"
She couldn't immediately ascertain what had happened. A fraction of a second later, she heard the monstrous boom of a cannon and realized that a supersonic warhead had removed part of her body.
"Y-You guys are late!" Delz shouted.
He was looking at men dressed in black army fatigues with no badge of rank.
"Don't get the wrong idea. We are not your subordinates."
They were Werewolves, the secret special ops unit and Genitz's private force to which Lud had once belonged.
"Ungh!"
Rebecca had lost one arm, but she still had the other. Even if she lost both arms, she could still kick them to death. But, in the next moment, when Rebecca tried to attack the Werewolves, cannon fire blew off her right leg faster than the speed of sound.
"Aagh!"
Humanoid Hunter Units felt pain. However, pain was only to alert the body to a threat. Unlike a human being, she wouldn't die from shock, and severe pain didn't disrupt her thinking. Rebecca was able to calmly identify the source of this attack.
"Impossible... A Gerlich?!"
This weapon wasn't just fast. It was enormously powerful. And it wasn't originally designed for attacking human beings. This was the sound of fire from an anti-tank Gerlich.
"We got it from the development bureau, along with only two shells."
It was a prized weapon, even for the Werewolves. And they had been waiting for the right opportunity to use it. They had waited for the perfect moment as they watched Rebecca level fifty Schutzstaffel soldiers and shatter Delz's right leg. When Rebecca's attention was slightly diverted they attacked.
"What a surprise. I thought you fought like a monster, but you really aren't human!"
The leader of the Werewolves sounded intrigued. A pseudo-skeleton and artificial muscles were visible where Rebecca's right arm and leg had once been.
"You're one of that genius scientist's toys. Cool!"
Because the Werewolves routinely killed people, the soldiers sounded delighted to confront someone inhuman.
"Oh, she isn't a human being. She's a... doll?"
Slowly, Delz stood.
"You puppet! How dare you!!"
Angrily, he kicked Rebecca in the face.
"Gah!!"
However, he used his broken right leg, so he screamed in pain.
"Dimwit," the leader of the Werewolves spat.
"Shut up and give me a gun!"
Delz grabbed a gun and in a fury, shot repeatedly at Rebecca's body.
"Argh! It won't break! It's incredibly strong!"
Delz had failed. The area was now subdued, but that success was substantially due to the Werewolves. If Genitz saw Delz as incompetent, then someday Genitz would abandon him. Frustration and fear turned to anger and motivated him.
"What about here?!"
He aimed at Rebecca's face and shot her in the eye.
"Agh!"
The surface of a humanoid Hunter Unit was covered in a skin very like a human body, but underneath was a special alloy Daian had created with the greatest care so that even gunshots could not penetrate. However, the eyes were different. They were stronger than human eyes, but they weren't that strong. Rebecca's right eye popped, spilling artificial biological fluid.
"Argh! Arrrgh! It won't break easily, will it? Hey! Destroy it with the Gerlich!"
"Like I said, we only found two shells. We don't have any more."
If the soldiers wanted to break Rebecca, the weapons they carried weren't enough. They had to either blow her up with explosives or smash her under the treads of a tank.
"Tch! Oh well... Let's kill her after we have a little fun."
"What? You're going to rape her?"
"No."
Delz wore the cruelest of smiles.
"Hey, doll... You've got one eye left, so let me show you hell."
He yanked Rebecca's hair, forcing her up.
"I'm going to kill all your friends here and then break into Billions Trading to get them, too!"
"What...?"
Rebecca's features hadn't changed even when her right arm and leg had been blown off and her right eye destroyed, but they showed desperation now.
"You better not..."
"Huh? What? A doll with emotion?"
Delz took sadistic pleasure at the sight of emotional anguish in the one who had backed him into a corner.
"Do not touch Jacob! Just kill me!"
"Not kill. I'll break you, you doll!"
Excited, Delz smashed Rebecca against the ground as hard as he could.
"Jacob? All right, I promise to kill him last. I'll smash out his brains right in front of you!"
"N-No..."
Rebecca was usually without emotion—expressionless and cold—but now she was trembling. She shook with the fear that she couldn't prevent harm to someone so important to her.
"Gya ha ha ha! I like that look on your face!"
"That's enough!"
A new voice called out. Delz, the Werewolves, and even Rebecca, hadn't sensed him. That was because he had flown down from the sky.
"Who—"
Before Delz could finish his sentence the man's fist bashed into his face.
"Goff!"
Delz made a foolish sound and tumbled away like a battered ball. Smashed to the ground, face down with his broken neck at an impossible angle, he quickly died.
"Wh-Who are you...?"
The Werewolves were a highly trained special ops unit but they were confused by this strange man. No one knew where he had come from, and he was dressed oddly. He wore an expensive but otherwise unremarkable trench coat. And he wore a metal mask.
"That's... the Corporal's mask," the Werewolves' leader uttered a moan.
Genitz had used the mask of the so-called Corporal to disguise himself. It was left in Organbaelz, and later Lud used it to pass inspection and then dropped it in the train. Now the man standing in front of them was wearing it.
"You... Who are you?!"
Without waiting for an answer or issuing a signal, the Werewolves attacked.
"You pitiful pawns!"
The man wasn't frightened.
"Unlike the Silver Wolf and Black Spear, I can't use anything awesome like bujutsu."
He swung his arm to knock away an approaching Werewolf with a knife. Then he kicked off to smash another soldier who was pulling a gun.
"But I'm very good in hand-to-hand combat!"
He didn't have any technique. He relied on brute force, like a rogue in a back-alley brawl, but his devastating strength and sheer destructiveness finished them off in one attack.
"What the...?! Are you a doll, too?!"
The way he fought closely resembled Rebecca's attack rather than regular human combat. It was far beyond a typical human's potential.
"You are... That voice..."
For Rebecca, his superhuman strength and disguise didn't matter. It was his voice that delivered the shock causing her to tremble.
"How dare you hurt my girl!"
He then mowed down the attacking Werewolves, one after another. Rebecca also recognized his style of fighting. He controlled the battlefield simply by his presence. Without hesitation, he defeated his opponents with accurate and powerful blows. He was like a hawk diving for prey from on high.
"You!!"
In minutes, all but the leader of the highly trained werewolves had fallen. One attack per person had felled them all.
"What's going on? Who are you?!"
The Werewolves weren't weak. They had shown unparalleled strength against fellow human beings. When Lud, a former Werewolf himself, had fought against an exceptionally strong soldier from Greyten during the fight inside the airship, his techniques had been ineffective. Specialized in killing human beings, they were incapable of handling the inhuman.
"It doesn't matter, so go ahead. You're the only one left now."
The man in the mask of the Corporal emitted a faint sound. He was a mechanical soldier, and it was the sound of a cybernetic warrior who had obtained superhuman strength by replacing human body parts with machinery.
"Ugh!!"
A hand chop to the stomach killed the last Werewolf, their leader.
"Is that you... Major?" Rebecca asked shakily.
"..........................."
The man didn't answer. The mask hid his face, but his guilty demeanor was like that of a child whose mischief had been discovered.
"It is you, is it not? Major Blitzdonner?"
Rebecca noticed that much of his body was now made up of cybernetic enhancements. But there was no way Rebecca could mistake that voice. He always told bad jokes, grinned like a fool, and was a womanizer... and he was Rebecca's beloved, the person she held most dear. Before Rebecca became a humanoid Hunter Unit, when she was still a weapon, Erich Blitzdonner, a.k.a. the Crimson Hawk, had been her pilot.
"It is I... You gave me the name Sharlahart!"
Daian had given her the name Rebecca, along with her girlish figure. Blitzdonner had named her Sharlahart, which only those important to her were allowed to use.
"I'm sorry, Sharlahart. It seems you've had a hard time."
The man didn't remove his mask. However, he spoke with a sweet voice as if addressing his own daughter.
"You've been watching over my father and son. Thank you."
"Major..."
Rebecca was weeping. She hadn't once shed a tear or cried out when her arm and leg were blown away, her eye smashed, and her body riddled with bullets, battered, kicked, and slammed to the ground.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
Chapter 7: Then the Door Opens
She was drifting in total darkness. Her consciousness wafted softly. It was an eerie sensation to float on a warm, black sea.
Who am I?
She was aware of herself. But she didn't know who she was. A philosopher said the innermost self knows, "I think, therefore I am." Right now, all she had was that uncomplicated ego. She had once been known as Sven, but she had lost all such memories.
I... I... Me...
She could question herself, but she couldn't answer. She didn't know where she came from, where she was going, or who she was.
"So we meet again."
She heard a voice in the darkness. She had heard it somewhere before, but that might be her imagination.
"It isn't your imagination. We have talked like this before."
The voice sounded a little disappointed.
"Oh, I see. You've forgotten everything. That's why you don't know."
The voice now had an edge of mirth.
"What will be taken from you? You have been entrusted with everything."
She hadn't the slightest idea what the voice was talking about. She didn't know, but something bothered her.
"Everything is right in front of you," the voice said.
Then a light appeared. It was an immensely reassuring light, with a shine that awakened fond feelings.
"Just like I told your ancestor, everything is yours. No one can take it away from you. So..."
The light entered her.
"You may do whatever you like according to the dictates of your heart."
The light entered her, but now it shone brighter than before. No. She was shining. The glow expanded and drove away the darkness.
"... HUFF... HUFF... HUFF..."
"You've sent quite a thrill down my spine!"
Lud was breathing heavily. In a cold sweat, Genitz smiled fearlessly. It had been only minutes, ten at most, since they had started this fight to kill or be killed. However, in this intense exchange of ongoing attack and defense, a loss of focus for a moment could mean death.
"Lud, it's still not too late. Come back to me."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"I'm serious."
Genitz estimated it would take another ten years to achieve his goal. If Lud joined him, however, it would take half that.
"Come with me! Together, we can rule the world!"
"I refuse!"
Again, Lud and Genitz pointed their guns at each other. Both prepared to shoot, but Lud got the drop.
"Uagh!!"
Lud's shot sent Genitz's Walther 38 flying.
"That's it, Genitz," Lud said quietly.
Genitz thought it was a pity to destroy Lud, even though he was trying to do just that. That difference in their feelings toward each other had created an imbalance in the final moments.
How ironic. Genitz, who had manipulated others like chessmen, had lost the game because he had doubts about taking his opponent's life.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"Yes."
Lud's Walther PPK had one bullet left. If it hit, it would kill.
"Do you understand what that means? It will be the end of everything—even of you and me."
"Yes."
Lud had sworn not to kill because of his principles and beliefs, but also from fear. If he burdened himself with a murder, he could never again bake anything that would make people smile. He could never go back to being the owner of Tockerbrot.
"I know."
Quietly, Lud pulled the trigger so he could end this whole affair. A gunshot rang out.
"What...?"
Lud spluttered in astonishment.
"I can't let you do that."
Someone had suddenly grabbed Lud's arm, and forced it up. The bullet missed Genitz and struck the ceiling.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
"Master, it's all right now!"
Lud opened his eyes and turned around. The Door was closed again.
"Where's Genitz?"
Lud looked around. Genitz was nowhere to be seen. What remained was a pile of salt shaped like a man opening his arms as if receiving everything the other side of the Door had to bestow.
"It seems... he shouldn't have opened the Door."
Quietly, Sven simply acknowledged what she saw.
"Genitz, you..."
Lud had approached the chunk of salt on unsteady feet, but he was overcome with surprise and had to kneel. The vibration broke the salt statue. Maximillian Genitz died without leaving a trace.
"You idiot!!"
Lud hit the ground and shouted. His eyes were full of tears.
"A long time ago, he saved my life," Lud gasped through his tears.
"When I first became a Werewolf, there was an error in my orders."
The command to protect his comrades and kill the target had been switched around. Lud's order instructed him to protect the enemy and kill his comrades. If he had thought about it even for a moment, he would have realized there was a mistake. However, Lud never doubted his instructions.
"I was taught never to question orders, only to carry them out, no matter what they were. So I did what it said."
He had killed every last one of his comrades and let the enemy live.
"Superior officers took me into custody. They were going to dispose of me as a threat."
"Dispose of"... not "punish" or "execute."
They were about to end his life, as if getting rid of a dog or a defective tool.
"But then Genitz showed up. He protected me and insisted I wasn't wrong. On the contrary, he said that I was an excellent soldier who had been loyal in following orders."
From that time on, Lud had served directly under Genitz. He carried out his orders without hesitation or question. Genitz had been seeking someone like him. A man whose aim was to restore an ancient empire and become emperor needed a servant who wouldn't call this task "ridiculous."
However, was that the only reason? Did Genitz want Lud because he was an excellent tool? Or did he want a friend or companion who would walk that path with him?
"If he had just called me friend, I might have joined him."
But now no one would ever know the truth. Because that man no longer existed.
"You idiot..."
No one lives completely alone. Someone will shed tears over the death of even the most despicable scumbag. Perhaps in future generations, the history of Wiltia will speak of the traitor Genitz as the epitome of a demon. Nonetheless, Lud mourned his death.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
Copyright
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
by SOW
Translated by Ari and John Werry / HC Language Solutions, Inc.
Edited by Hope Matthiessen
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 SOW
Illustrations Copyright © 2016 Zaza
Cover illustration by Zaza
All rights reserved.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
Introduction: An Encounter
I was 12 or 13 years old when I encountered the man for the first time. I don't remember the exact date, but it was after I completed my mission. I was assigned the mission by the people who had picked me up as an orphan, raised me as a soldier, and inducted me into the Werewolves. I carried out all their orders so I could stay alive. I endured their grueling and inhuman training. On their orders, I relentlessly killed any opponent. And yet, they were now on the verge of killing me.
"This punk is dangerous!"
I don't remember whether they were majors or lieutenant colonels, but soldiers with numerous stars adorning their shoulders had tied me to a chair and pointed and yelled at me, as if at a beast.
A beast? Only now? Wasn't it a little late to say that about a Werewolf—a wolf disguised as a human being?
"I can't believe he didn't hesitate to kill his superior officers and fellow soldiers!"
"Then he came back alive all by himself! What a devil!"
The soldiers were disgusted. They were the leaders of the Werewolves. They were my owners.
"It would be bad if he did something like that again."
"Yeah. A watchdog is useful, but only when chained. Anyway, this guy's a wolf, so he might bite our hands at any time!"
I realized they intended to kill me.
Why was this happening to me? I had simply carried out orders. But I didn't feel like resisting them or defending myself. Instead, I found myself accepting it as the natural course of events.
I had lost my parents and my reason for living. I had been sleeping on the backstreets like a wild dog. Then, for some reason, the military had picked me up and trained me. But that was a mistake.
I should have died sooner. But it wasn't that I was giving up. It would be more accurate to say I had grown tired of defending myself.
One of the senior officers cocked his weapon with a click.
Aw, man... I wasn't even fit to send to an execution site. I would meet my fate here in this highly soundproofed room.
The muzzle of a gun pressed against my head. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was somebody else's problem even though I was the one facing imminent death. My only thought was that I wouldn't be in this situation if I had been able to shed a single tear.
"Wait."
Suddenly, the door to the room opened and that man entered. Immediately after he appeared—an officer who wore more stars than the man pressing the gun against me—every soldier in the room saluted so hurriedly that it was comical.
"Is that him? Is that the boy?"
The man was young, about 20 years old, but he behaved with more confidence and calm than anyone else in the room.
"Yes, Sir! We were just about to execute him!"
As one of the senior officers said this, he showed the gun in his hand.
"Why? He carried out his mission and obeyed his orders. What's wrong with that?"
There was no rancor in his voice. He spoke as if asking an ordinary question, casually and without accusation or criticism—like asking a servant why he served coffee today when he usually served tea.
"This brat is dangerous. If ordered, he'd kill his own comrades without blinking. He isn't human! He's a machine!"
"Yeah! If we let him go, he'll just cause trouble later! Better to execute him now!"
I didn't feel any strong emotion when faced with these senior officers and their accusations. They could say whatever they wanted about me. They could do whatever they wanted to me. I could easily imagine what would come next. This man who had appeared would say...
"I see. Then there's no choice."
And that was exactly what he said.
"I see. Then there's no choice."
All over again, I keenly felt that I was the kind of person whose fate could be decided by the exchange of a few words.
"C-Colonel?! What?!"
Huh?
What had happened while my eyes were lowered? When I raised my head, two gunshots sounded.
"Agh?!"
"Agh!!"
My body wasn't the target. Instead, bullets struck the foreheads of the senior officers who had been foully cursing me just moments before. The man who fired the shots was the officer the others addressed as Colonel. His face was expressionless and placid even though he had just killed two men.
"He kills when ordered to? He kills like a machine? Wonderful. He is the ideal Werewolf!"
The other soldiers in the room were frozen in surprise.
"He'll cause trouble later? Ridiculous. Tools, technology and human beings all behave according to how you use them. Fools who can't see when they're only proclaiming their own incompetence bring harm and no benefit."
Slowly, the man approached me after holstering his Walther P38, the representative handgun of the Principality of Wiltia's military. Then, as if untying the ribbon of a gift box, he removed the belt that was binding me.
"Don't worry. I will wield you effectively. You merely need to faithfully carry out my orders."
After saying this, he told me to stand. Then he held out his hand. After a moment, I realized he was offering a handshake. Such behavior toward Werewolves was extremely uncommon.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Maximillian Genitz."
Nonetheless, I extended my hand in fear.
"I'm... Lud Langart."
He gripped my hand firmly. I was filled with a strange feeling.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
The Shield of Rage.
A great outpouring of emotion came from the shield, and the shield emitted a strong red-black light as it changed form.
The shield was covered in ominous-looking flames, and it was blood-red.
Thump . . . Thump . . .
My whole being was covered in anger, steeped in anger . . .
The last time, when I lost to Motoyasu and they were threatening to take Raphtalia away from me . . . when I had only hatred for everything in the world . . .
Everything in the world had looked black and seemed to be made of shadows . . . shadows that mocked me and hated me.
I was overcome with that emotion.
"Gaooooooooooooh!"
An enormous black shadow turned to me and howled. It was reaching for me . . ..
"Haooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
Epilogue: As a Shield . . .
"Yes, it's a curse."
We returned to the village and rushed to the doctor to see if we could get treatment for Raphtalia.
"It's also very strong. The mountain dragon was in possession of such a powerful curse?"
"Well . . . No . . . Actually . . ."
I wasn't sure if I should be honest about what happened. I was at a loss.
"Yes, I accidentally let the dragon's meat touch me, and it burned me like this . . ."
Raphtalia spoke out and caught my eye as if to confirm that it would be our secret.
"Can you do anything for her? We can pay whatever you need."
Raphtalia was a girl. She didn't deserve to go through life covered with these dark, horrible scars.
"Well, there is one thing . . ."
The doctor went back into his room and returned with a bottle that was filled with a clear liquid.
"This is very strong . . . I don't know if it will heal her though."
"What is it?"
"Holy water. Curses are best removed by holy power . . ."
"Oh . . ."
The Shield of Rage would not only hurt its victims; it would curse their wounds so that they wouldn't heal.
It was sounding more and more dangerous. It was imbued with a counter-attack that didn't distinguish between enemy and ally.
And I'd seen the shield's tree, and it had not progressed at all.
It had only been for a short time, but now I knew that I couldn't unlock that shield.
"We'll soak these bandages in holy water for now . . ."
He did so, then took the sopping bandages and wrapped them around Raphtalia's dark scars.
"I can't say for sure if this will work . . . If you are able to, you should go to a large city and procure yourself some holy water made by the church."
"How much would we need to heal her?"
"Honestly . . . the curse is very strong. I don't know if you can cure it . . . How did the dragon . . .?"
It had been me . . . It was my fault. But apparently the curse was strong enough that people would believe that it was done by a dragon.
"Okay . . . How much medicine have you made?"
"I've just made a little. Beloved Saint, please help the sick."
"Sure."
I left Raphtalia with the doctor and went to the building that was filled with sick people.
You could tell that the medicine had been made by a professional.
It completely healed the disease that I had been unable to take care of with my own medicine.
I watched the patients there, sleeping soundly, and felt relieved.
I wanted strength . . . I wanted to be strong enough that I wouldn't have to depend on that shield.
I wanted to be able to heal people, not curse them! It was because of my weakness. That was the root of it. I hated my weakness.
Filo had survived. She was fine. But there would be a time when she wasn't, when she would need me. When she vanished from before my eyes, I completely lost myself.
I let the thought linger in my mind. This was no game.
If someone dies, they won't come back to life. I found myself staring at the cemetery behind the building.
They'd betrayed me . . . tricked me! That was even more reason for me to . . . to protect the people who believed in me.
I went back to the doctor's and found Raphtalia sitting there, wrapped in bandages. I apologized.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"But I . . ."
"I was more afraid of you leaving . . . of you going somewhere far away from me."
"What?"
"That power . . . It wants to take you somewhere far away. That's what I felt, anyway. So if I was able to stop you, to keep you here, then these scrapes are a fair price to pay."
She smiled, and I felt a sharp pang of emotion.
I had to protect her. I HAD to. I made up my mind never to lose myself to that shield.
And then . . . I realized that running from loss . . . that running from loss was a kind of loss itself.
"Raphtalia . . . You jumped into battle to prevent this, didn't you?"
"What?"
"When we fought the dragon, I ordered you to retreat. But if you had, you couldn't have protected me."
I'd been wrong. Just protecting . . . just running . . . wouldn't be enough.
All I could do was protect.
But . . . But as I protected them, I needed to make sure the enemies were defeated . . . so that I wouldn't lose my friends.
All this . . . all this pain was because I wanted to run from loss.
"You're wrong! I . . . I ran ahead for you to satisfy myself."
Raphtalia leaned forward and forcefully rejected my theory.
"Courage and recklessness are not the same thing. I've been reckless, and you kept trying to reign me in to protect me . . . But I . . . But I . . ."
Without even thinking about it, I reached out and touched her cheek. A tear raced over my fingers.
"Just like courage and recklessness are different, so are caution and cowardice. You're no coward. No one can protect a coward."
So I wanted to lead the charge. I wanted to stand at the front so that I might protect Filo and Raphtalia.
Back on the mountain, had I been at the front, I could have sent out an Air Strike Shield, and Filo could have used it as a springboard. Then the dragon wouldn't have eaten her.
I was afraid of losing her.
"So don't worry about it. Look at how much practice we got, and we didn't lose anyone. We can use what we've learned in the future. We're stronger today than we were yesterday."
Raphtalia's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded along.
"Yes . . . Don't rush too far ahead . . . Don't hang too far back . . . It's a difficult balance."
"It is, but I think we can do it. Just remember that the Shield Hero, that's me, stands at the front of the line. Protect yourself, and if you find yourself free, protect others. That's easy."
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol. 2
(c) Aneko Yusagi 2013
First published by KADOKAWA in 2013 in Japan.
English translation rights arranged by One Peace Books
under the license from KADOKAWA CORPORATION, Japan
No part of this may be reproduced or transmitted in anyform or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher. For information contact One Peace Books. Every effort has been made to accurately present the work presented herein. The publisher and authors regret unintentional inaccuracies or omissions, and do not assume responsibility for the accuracy of the translation in this book. Neither the publishers nor the artists and authors of the information presented in herein shall be liable for any loss of profit or any other commercial damages, including but not limited to special, incidental, consequential or other damages. Corrections to this work should be forwarded to the publisher for consideration on the next printing.
Written by Aneko Yusagi
Character Design Seira Minami
Cover Design by Yusuke Koyama
English Edition Published by One Peace Books 2015
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
"I don't care about the Saint or the Devil anyway!"
Fran yelled to reinforce her point, then turned her back and bolted away.
"That girl!!"
Milly looked like she was having trouble swallowing her anger.
"Oh dear! It's exactly as you told me!"
Children these days didn't believe in either the Saint or the Devil. This scene illustrated Marlene's fears.
"Um... and there's more."
Marlene's slightly shadowed face suggested another problem.
"The children at the orphanage came here with other issues. Most of them lost their parents in the war."
And Milly was one of them.
"Most of them don't have any relatives. But that girl, Fran, has family."
"Is she here because her family works away from home?"
"That's right."
After the Great War ended and the military economy subsided, Wiltia poured enormous funds into redevelopment of the recently acquired Pelfe region. The policy was in part for war reconstruction to assist people who had lost their jobs during the conflict. Many people had left their rural homes for the city to work.
"Fran has an older sister. She's an old acquaintance of mine, so I agreed to take care of Fran."
"And her sister hasn't returned yet?"
"She hasn't even contacted me."
Apparently, Fran's sister had left, saying she would be back by the next year's Holy Festival. That was one year ago but she hadn't returned. Marlene had sent a few letters, but they were sent back as undeliverable. Marlene didn't know where Fran's sister was now, or even if she was still alive.
"I haven't heard from her for a whole year. I hate to think it, but..."
"It doesn't sound good."
Sven remembered the face of a certain soldier. He had always regretted abandoning his only sister and had lived in desperation, never able to dispel his demons.
"Lud puts effort into his sweets, but they may not reach that girl's heart."
What Fran wanted most was neither sweets nor expensive toys nor cute stuffed animals. She wanted her only remaining family and the assurance that she hadn't been abandoned. And that was more than one baker could provide.
"I see... So that's what happened?"
The next day, the morning of the Holy Festival, Lud listened to Sven with complicated feelings as she told him about Fran.
"Yes, it's a sad story."
Sven also seemed extremely troubled.
"Sven, you've changed."
"What?"
Sven was surprised at his sudden comment.
"When you first came here, you never wore that expression."
Sven was deeply affectionate, respectful and loyal toward Lud. She wouldn't hesitate to give her life for him. At the same time, she had considered everyone other than Lud to be basically unimportant. She greeted Tockerbrot's customers with a smile, but only because treating them politely was important to Lud. For her, the world only existed with Lud at its center.
"You feel sorry for this girl Fran. You want to do something for her, but you can't and it pains you."
"I'm... No..."
Sven was confused. If someone else said the same thing, she would have laughed and said, "Don't be ridiculous!" But Sven knew that Lud understood her better than anyone else in the world, just as Lud felt about her. And it wasn't blind belief. When she was still a military weapon, and a Steel Giant, Lud had ridden inside her and shared her fate.
"That feeling is very important, but I once lost sight of it. And I did something that I couldn't undo."
Lud was arching his broad back and assembling something with a clink-clank. Sven could sense his difficult past through his back. And she recognized his regret over that past in which he had suffered death, and theft and loss... and in which he also had stolen and become a killer.
"Um, M-Master?"
She started to say something, but her mouth, which usually spoke so clearly, was now refusing to cooperate, so she was frustrated.
"Good morning, Lud. Hm? What are you doing?"
Meanwhile, a visitor had arrived. It was Jacob, who had helped with the tool Lud was assembling.
"Oh, is that the thing for making the whatchamacallit?"
"Yes."
Lud's face was the same as usual as he answered Jacob.
".................."
He wasn't smiling. Someone who didn't know him would have thought he was suffering from the hard work. Sven had a sudden thought...
I want to see Master smile again.
When she was still Avei, a Hunter Unit, she only saw him smile once, and that was when they parted. As Sven, she had now stayed with Lud for nine months, and had yet to see that same smile again. It was painful to want this and not have it. Perhaps Sven was sympathetic toward the girl Fran because they were both frustrated by unsatisfied desires.
"Sven, what's wrong? You're crinkling your face."
"Oh no... Um... Ha ha ha..."
As Jacob spoke to her, Sven snapped out of her thoughts. Flustered, she chuckled dryly.
"Lud's going to use the machine now."
"Oh, that..."
Lud was assembling a device to make sweets. A metal pipe was extended between two thick metal poles. The pipe wasn't long, no more than one meter. It was about two or three centimeters thick. An L-shaped handle was attached to one end of the pipe's axis.
"I was hoping to heat it with electricity, but it's easier to cook like this, so I'll manage the old-fashioned way."
Under the pipe, there was a small wood-burning fire. The firewood was beech and white birch, which wasn't very fragrant.
"The fire heats the metal pipe, and little by little, we'll put dough on the pipe."
Lud was holding cake dough of eggs, flour, sugar, melted butter and a little rum for fragrance.
"Jacob, turn the handle at a steady speed or it will bake unevenly."
"All right."
Jacob turned the handle as Lud instructed. As it moved, Lud pressed dough onto the oil-covered pipe. The dough baked quickly because of the hot pipe and the fire, causing a sweet smell to rise, but...
"Jacob, turn a little slower or the dough won't bake thoroughly."
"Umf!"
The boy slowed his pace to turn the handle as Lud wanted.
"Jacob, now you're too slow. The dough will overbake."
"Urgh!"
Jacob began turning more quickly.
"Jacob, that's too fast."
"Argh! I don't know how fast to do it! Why don't you do it, Lud?!"
"I wish I could, but I have to apply the dough."
Spreading the dough evenly required more precision than turning the handle.
"Here, I'll take over."
Sven took the handle from Jacob.
Based on a calculation of the degree of heat, the amount of protein in the dough, as well as of the milk fat and sugar, what is the most appropriate rotation speed and number of rotations to... Sven rapidly calculated the best speed for optimal baking and began turning the handle accordingly.
"Yes, Sven! You've got it just right!"
There was more to it than turning steadily at a moderate speed. The dough was baked in layers, so each time it turned, a different part of the dough was baked. Accounting for that change in her calculations, she adjusted the rotation speed so each layer would receive the same amount of heat. Sven performed this task perfectly, with a machine-like accuracy that a human being could only acquire after long professional experience.
"Now I'll shape it with a spatula..."
While applying the dough, Lud used two spatulas—one small, one big—to smooth out the uneven areas. After a while, the dough was baked into a log-like shape.
"And now I'll remove the cake from the fire and let it thoroughly cool."
When Lud confirmed that the cake was cool enough, he removed the metal pipe.
"Then I'll cut the left and right ends, shape it, cut it to an even thickness, and..."
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
Copyright
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
by SOW
Translated by Ari and John Werry / HC Language Solutions, Inc.
Edited by Hope Matthiessen
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 SOW
Illustrations Copyright © 2016 Zaza
Cover illustration by Zaza
All rights reserved.
Original Japanese edition published in 2016 by Hobby Japan
This English edition is published by arrangement with Hobby Japan, Tokyo
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
Epilogue: The Sorcerer's Memories
After finishing dinner, Sophia and Daian left the restaurant. Sophia's car was waiting for her.
"What about you?"
Sophia didn't know where Daian lived. She asked in case he was going in the same direction and needed a ride.
"Uh, no thank you. I drank a little too much. I'll get some night air and sober up as I walk home."
"Wait, wait, wait... Are you..."
Sophia was surprised at his answer. Or rather, she was worried. Daian was, without a doubt, the world's greatest mind. He was one important reason that Wiltia won the recent war. She couldn't let such an irreplaceable person walk the streets alone at night.
"I'm head of the development bureau's security. I may be off-duty at the moment, but I won't allow this."
The usual etiquette was for the man to see the woman home, but the circumstances were a little different with these two. Defeating Sophia without wicked fighting skills would be difficult. She wielded combat techniques capable of defeating Greyten's mechanical soldiers barehanded.
And today, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, she was wearing her beloved short sword at her hip. And a holster inside her coat held her trusted firearm.
"You... Your brain may be powerful, but you're below average physically."
Daian had less than half of Sophia's physical abilities and about one-fifth her skill.
"Don't worry. I've got guards galore."
"What does that mean?"
Daian wasn't suggesting he had personally hired security.
"Special ops soldiers, Apuvea operatives... plus folks from the recently established Security Department."
During Genitz's rebellion, the first location to fall under attack had been Daian's base of operations, the Weapons Development Bureau. At that time, Daian requested protection from the Yamato Embassy, as well as cooperation in reclaiming the royal palace.
That worked out. But what if he had seized that opportunity to flee to another country? It would have been a massive loss for Wiltia. Reminded of the danger this posed, Wiltia's various organizations started keeping an eye on Daian. With all that surveillance, a group of bandits could attack and his guard detail would crush them before they could lay a finger on him.
"I'm quite popular! I get invitations from all sorts of countries!"
"You... You shouldn't say that out loud!"
Sophia paled as she cautioned him against such casual bragging.
Wiltia didn't want another nation to steal Daian. Not only would that be a loss for Wiltia, it would be an enormous gain for another nation. To prevent that, Wiltia would take decisive action.
"Yeah. They'd rather kill me than see me go somewhere else."
"You know that?!"
In disbelief, Sophia shook her head.
"After all, I'm not a Wiltian citizen. No matter what happens, they won't trust me. But I'm not currently thinking about defecting to another country."
Undoubtedly, he was telling the truth.
"That's because you're in Wiltia, Sophia!"
"You..."
Even now, Daian was flippant, but Sophia wasn't angry.
"Hey, tell me one thing. I know you're not a Wiltian. So where were you born?"
She at least wanted this one clue to this mysterious man.
"I was born and raised in Europea."
"Which explains nothing!"
Sophia was exasperated all over again. He said he was born and raised in Europea, but that applied to almost everyone.
Sophia, the waiter in the restaurant, the driver, the special ops soldiers watching Daian, the people of the August Federation, the people of the Greyten Empire, the people of the Republic of Filbarneu, the people of the Kingdom of Haugen... They were all born and raised on the continent of Europea.
"I was born on this same continent. The details don't matter!"
"Details? You are so..."
The world had just been at war for ten years over such "details" as where one country began and another ended. Sophia herself had fought in that war.
"Oh, right. Sophia! Here!"
As if just now remembering, Daian handed her a small box.
"What's this? A ring?"
When she opened the box, she saw a silver ring decorated with a rainbow-colored gem.
"This kind of thing is..."
Sophia had a tough personality, but she was also a beautiful woman. She was from a noble family, so countless men flocked to her. She received scores of presents, and jewelry was among them.
"I don't want you to do things like this!"
Sophia didn't like it when admirers gave her gifts. She thought they were attempting to buy her affection. And she didn't want this goofy sorcerer to join their ranks.
"Don't worry. The stone isn't really a gem. It was a byproduct of my research. If I sold it to a jeweler, it would fetch no more than a glass bead."
Daian smiled wanly as if guessing what was in her heart.
"It's all right. It won't harm your health. It'll just sparkle prettily. I thought it would look good on you. That's all."
As if alive, the ring's gem radiated seven colors. It was like a crystallized rainbow.
"By the way, I also made the ring's setting, so it's one hundred percent handmade."
"What?! This is very delicate work!"
"I told you I'm good with my hands!"
During dinner, he had said that he could approximate something just by seeing an example—and he hadn't been exaggerating.
"Would you please take it?"
"Hrmm..."
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
Introduction: A Certain Maintenance Worker's Monologue, Part 1
My name is Daian Fortuner. This name is all I have. Nothing else is mine, and there is nothing else I control. It is the same as having no life or death. This place, which used to be known as the Holy Tower, is deep underground, beneath the mountains.
Once upon a time, a god resided here. I am sure of it. There can be no doubt. A perfectly complete being once existed here. This god was made that way. And I was made to serve it. But the god is no longer here. Thus, my life has no meaning, and a meaningless life does not even deserve death. My role never changes. I inspect and repair the tower. The purpose of my existence is to maintain this place, lost by my master and home to no one.
One day, I was wandering the tower as usual. Despite being deep underground, the walls themselves emitted light, so I walked corridors that shone as if in daylight. I inspected the illumination and air conditioning within the tower, and discovered no problems. However, one of the apparatuses in Plant 2 had deteriorated over time and required replacement. I also checked and adjusted the power reactor on the lowest level.
I am well aware that no one will come here again. But I was created for this purpose so I perform these actions. It is like a human child pumping its lungs even though it didn't come into this world with the purpose of breathing.
The stock of consumables was running low. I needed to use the plant to replenish it, but it was a pointless gesture. I was keeping the place ready for people who would never come. How long had I been doing this?
When 31,030,072,029 seconds had passed, I noticed an immense change in the earth's crust. I had never experienced such a massive earthquake before. By my assessment, several mountains on the earth's surface had crumbled.
However, this was of no great concern. A few months earlier, the tower's internal electronic calculators predicted such an event. Furthermore, given the tower's strength, I determined that the earthquake was not a problem.
But expectations are often overturned. The estimation of the tower's strength rested on the premise that the tower was whole. The calculations for that estimation did not take the section of the tower damaged on the day of its burial into account. The area deepest underground.
Since it was always underground, to describe it as buried is strange. In any case, this area is usually outside my administration and inspection. However, this was an unusual circumstance. In a case when there might be survivors, it is possible for me to enter the affected area for a limited time.
Survivors? The idea was ridiculous. There was no reason to suspect survivors. No one could have survived in the regions even deeper underground than the tower, buried a thousand years in the past. There was no way... But I was interested. Even if no person was there, something may have been.
I had performed maintenance for what seemed an eternity. A human-like sense awakened within me. You might call it a whim. Yes, it was a whim. I passed through a hole opened during the earthquake and descended deeper underground. That underground area's automatic repair functions were not operational and there were no maintenance workers, so it had remained dark and unused for a millennium and had fallen to ruin.
I advanced inside. No life readings. Still, I advanced. And further yet. No life readings. Nothing was there after all. But what area was this? I repeatedly used my sensors, but still no sign of life. However, former living things were all around. Countless human remains. A multitude of skeletons inside cases. Many, many... Tens... No hundreds, all lined up.
A graveyard? At first, this is what I thought. I cannot experience death, so it was of no personal significance to me. However, humans treat and lay to rest the remains of their dead, and they do this in various ways.
It did not make sense to me. As enshrining something forever is impossible, it is better to recycle it for the benefit of the ecosystem. But that wasn't the truth of this place either.
I decided to try counting the number of cases housing the bones. One, two, three... fifty... one hundred... And more. I reached one thousand... And I continued counting.
Even a single floor of the tower was vast and spacious. But that was not all. There was a deeper floor, and another beneath that. Each floor held one thousand cases with one thousand skeletons. And there were ten underground floors. One thousand multiplied by ten equals ten thousand sets of bones, bones, bones...
When I reached the bottom floor, I finally understood the purpose of this place. More precisely, I found a control device that was still running, if only barely.
This was no graveyard. It was the opposite. It was what had become of people who had clung to life. The cases were cryogenic chambers from the European Empire that had fallen to ruin thirty billion seconds, or one thousand years, earlier.
People say it crumbled overnight, but the truth is they had a little more time. After the disappearance of their god, the empire's disintegration accelerated, causing its people to gather their remaining power and entrust their hopes to the future.
Entrust? Hope? That was just wordplay to beautify the truth. They were unable to avoid the destruction, but they believed their god would return, so... No, that is not right either. The only thing they could think of doing was to rely on a being who might return.
They were pitiful, miserable and comical... Like me, as I tend this tower to which no one will ever come. Unlike me, however, they would die. And that meant they could not wait for their god.
I estimated that the control device could only preserve their lives for one hundred years. I did not know if they thought their god would return within that time or if they had only been able to scrounge together enough power for one hundred years.
The control device, however, had determined that the god would not return within that time. If it could preserve ten thousand people for one hundred years, then it could preserve five thousand people for two hundred years. Or it could preserve twenty-five hundred people for three hundred years, or twelve hundred people for four hundred years.
I doubted there had been any criteria for selecting who survived. The device must have selected them at random, then ceased supplying power to the rest. I doubt the calculations were that simple, but each time power ran low, the ark eliminated some of its passengers, directed power to the rest, and extended life a little longer, and a little longer... In the end, however, it had all been for naught.
Hm? No, wait. If it was all over and all had died, then why was the control device still operating? The control device would reach the very end of its power and stop only after depleting the power needed to start it. Which meant...
"Someone is still alive..."
I spoke for the first time in billions of seconds. A voice is for communicating with others. It was pointless for me as the sole unit in a tower with no people.
Was I... excited? Excited at the thought of someone who would break the silence of billions of seconds? One by one, I checked the cases on the lowest level.
Then I found it. At the deepest point, a case was faintly glowing and inside was an infant. Of course. A child, and an infant at that, would require the least power to preserve life.
The baby was asleep in preservation fluid. Its body temperature was low, its heart did not beat, and it did not breathe. The control device had reduced its life functions to the minimum and brought the child to a state resembling death in order to maintain life for the long wait through time.
I operated the control device to open the case. The preservation fluid drained, exposing the child's skin to external air for the first time in a millennium. Using the revivification device, I might be able to breathe life back into the child. I was under no obligation to do this. My responsibility was the preservation and administration of the tower. However, I had entered this area outside my customary purview and discovered a survivor, so it was permissible to preserve its life.
Static briefly coursed through me. That too was probably a whim. The insignificant whim of someone who had been around for a long, long time.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 2
Afterword
This is SOW. I would like to thank all of you very much for reading volume two of The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress.
Thanks to all of you, the story continues!
This wouldn't have been possible without all of you, the readers♪.
When the first volume went on sale, I wondered whether you all would take to the main heroine, Sven.
I know it's a little strange for the person who created her to say this, but she's a little, well, a slightly strange character, so...
I was particularly anxious about her, so when many of you reacted by saying how cute Sven was, well, do you have any idea how happy that made me? How incredibly happy I was to hear that?!
In one of the early proposals I sent in, she was a more robotic and aloof girl, actually.
Incidentally, the character from that initial proposal was reborn as the other Humanoid Hunter Unit, Rebecca.
I'd certainly like to give Rebecca more opportunities to show up.
I'll try to make it work in volume three! At the very least, I'd like to have her show up in one of the illustrations.
Now then, this time, Sophia Von Rundstadt has a prominent role in the story.
She also made her debut in volume one, but since her appearance in that volume was minor, I was happy for volume two to go on sale with her having a proper role in the story.
The fact that Sophia carries the Luger P08, also known as the Parabellum Pistol, is purely my personal preference!
Her role in the story isn't finished, so I think that she'll become more involved down the line, as well.
It would be far too cruel to just have her play along with that perverted, mad scientist, after all...
With every bit of gratitude I have to offer, let me say once again, thank you all very much!
Now then, I hope with all my heart that we will have a chance to meet again.
SOW
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The Rising of the Shield Hero/The-Rising-of-the-Shield-Hero-Volume-03-[One-Peace-Books][Kobo]/c12_1.txt
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
Chapter Twelve: Iron Maiden
Red dragon flame . . . The Shield of Rage II had grown into something else altogether. I turned it on the black shadow.
"Aaaaaarrrhhhhhhhh!"
When I screamed, the air around us seemed to crawl and tear—like it was screaming with me.
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
The inter-dimensional Soul Eater took its eyes from Filo and turned them on me.
This wasn't good. Compared to the last time I used the Shield of Rage, the emotion was much stronger. I felt like I was losing myself.
Was it because of the shield's growth? This "grow up" that had been mentioned?
Ugh . . . My vision was wavering.
"Mr. Naofumi."
Suddenly, a kind touch. It must have been Raphtalia.
I couldn't . . . I couldn't lose her here.
There were people out there—people depending on us to stop the wave. I couldn't let myself be swallowed by rage and hate. I couldn't let them down!
I threw off the dark shadow and shook my head to steady my vision.
The enemy was there before me. I stared at it and readied myself.
"U . . . Uaaaahhhhhhh!"
Ugh?!
I turned, and for whatever reason, Filo was engulfed in dark flames.
"Gaaaaaaah!"
Her eyes were sharp like a bird of prey. She ran at the enemy and kicked it hard.
It might have been because she'd eaten the dragon core that I'd used on my shield.
Filo turned on the Soul Eater and kicked it again.
"Yaaaaaa?!"
It looked like her attacks were successful.
But it also looked like she was unable to distinguish the real enemy. She turned on another random monster in the area and started to attack it instead.
"Ugh . . ."
The shield was threatening to absorb me.
I ran at the inter-dimensional Soul Eater and pressed it back with my shield.
It gnashed its teeth at me, scratching my shield—but I wasn't taking any damage.
Perfect.
The Shield of Rage II had self curse burning. It was a counter-attack that answered an enemy's attack with a powerful curse, one that would burn the enemy to ash.
I felt the cursed flames rising within me. They roared throughout my body and engulfed the Soul Eater.
"Yaaaaaaaa!"
The inter-dimensional Soul Eater screamed in pain, but the self curse burning wasn't powerful enough to completely burn it.
The skeleton captain, kraken, and ship's cannon all turned to focus their attacks on me.
"I don't think so! Shooting Star Sword!"
"Shooting Star Spear!"
"Shooting Star Bow!"
Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki had recovered their footing, and they all unleashed a barrage of skills at the enemies before them. Then they turned to the inter-dimensional Soul Eater.
They were trying, and their attacks connected and worked—but none were powerful enough to defeat their targets. The enemies healed themselves too quickly.
Wasn't there some other way?
I remembered that there was another skill. One I hadn't tried yet.
Change Shield (attack) and Iron Maiden.
Both of them were skills from the Shield of Rage II. I didn't know what they did, but it was worth the risk to find out.
I'm pretty sure it was Shield Prison to Change Shield (Attack) to Iron Maiden.
It might have meant that performing the skills in order would lead to some kind of chain reaction. Could it be some kind of combo skill?
"Shield Prison!"
I turned to see the enemy encased in a cage made of shields. Luckily enough, maybe because Ren and the others had drawn its attention, the Soul Eater had left itself wide open.
Now it was caught in the Shield Prison.
The monster was now attacking the cage directly, and it seemed ready to crumble at any moment.
I wouldn't let it escape. I couldn't let my chance slip away.
"Change Shield (attack)!"
The command was the same as my normal Change Shield skill.
I was presented with a number of new shields to choose from.
A needle-covered shield seemed like the obvious choice. There was the Animal Needle Shield and the Bee Needle Shield to choose from.
I chose the Bee Needle Shield.
"!"
The shields that made up the Shield Prison all suddenly turned into Bee Needle Shields, their needles facing the interior of the cage, and the monster took damage.
The walls were pressing in on the monster inside.
Iron Maiden!
I was ready to use the skill when a paragraph appeared in my head.
"The punishment I have chosen to inflict on the foolish criminal before me is called the Iron Maiden. They will be pierced through from every direction, enveloped in their own screams, and will taste true pain!"
"Iron Maiden!"
I shouted to activate the skill, and a giant iron torture device appeared in the air. Its door swung open, and the entire Shield Prison was pulled inside.
With the door open, I could see the interior was filled with large spikes, and the victim inside would have to prepare himself to be stuck through by them.
When the door closed, whoever was inside would be impaled in every direction.
The Shield Prison disintegrated, the door slammed shut, and the enemy was impaled before it was even able to scream.
There was a loud clang, and the door of the Iron Maiden swung open. The Soul Eater inside was stuck through so many times it looked like a honeycomb. Weakened, it turned to escape.
But . . .
The door slammed shut again, and the Soul Eater was once again impaled on the spikes.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
At the same time, my SP meter dropped to zero.
The skill used up all of my SP?
The Iron Maiden either ran out of time or power or whatever. The torture device vanished.
"Huff . . . Huff . . ."
"Whoa . . ."
Everyone was whispering, breathless.
The inter-dimensional Soul Eater was riddled with holes and clearly dead.
"We won!"
I tried to control my ragged breath and changed my shield back to the Chimera Viper Shield. I would have to find some way to control Filo. She was running around violently.
With the shield powered up, I apparently wasn't able to use it for very long.
"Huh? Whew . . ."
Probably because the Shield of Rage II had disappeared, Filo slowly came back to normal. She sat down, exhausted.
"Whew . . ."
"You did it."
"I guess."
"Oh boy! What happened?!"
I turned around in time to see Raphtalia run up to me and Filo collapse in exhaustion.
"Did we stop the wave?"
"I'm tired!"
Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki were all glaring at me. They looked envious.
"We lost this time, but things will be different next time."
"What was that? After all you said about not knowing anything about the world, that was some fighting you did."
"You didn't join the fight for so long that you still had all your energy."
Itsuki had the nerve to say something like that? He traveled the world and tried to not stand out, doing all his adventures in secret, and he had the nerve to call me lazy?
"Regardless, now we've . . . ?!"
Wh . . . What the hell? I suddenly had the worst feeling. Every muscle in my body was tense.
It looked like Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki felt it too. They were feverishly looking around the ship.
One of Itsuki's party members was overcome by fear. He fell to the ground. There was an overpowering sense of dread. It was so powerful that the Soul Eater we'd defeated was nothing in comparison.
What was going on?
There was a shuffle, and a person's shadow fell over us all.
Was it another enemy? This was getting ridiculous. I didn't have any energy left!
"Are you all so threatened by these little monsters? It seems there is but one true hero among you."
She was wearing a deep black kimono that was embroidered with silver. In my own world, it looked like the kind of clothing a wealthy relative might wear to a funeral.
This whole world had seemed to be like the European Middle Ages, so it was weird enough to see someone in a kimono.
Her hair was long and jet-black.
She looked Japanese but also somehow ghostly.
It was like . . . It's hard to describe, but she occasionally shimmered, like she was semi-transparent.
She held a fan-like weapon. Without warning, a stream of light burst forth from it, flying over our heads.
We all turned to see what was happening, only to see the light collide with another inter-dimensional Soul Eater that had been creeping up behind us.
"I would prefer to fight without your interference. The approaching battle is of sublime importance."
"Wh . . ."
The Soul Eater fell to the deck, dead, from her single attack.
It couldn't be true. We'd spent all our energy and time on a Soul Eater, and she'd just killed one with a single attack!?
The girl narrowed her eyes and looked directly at me before she spoke again.
"Well, from what I saw of the last fight, it seems that you are a hero. The others seemed unable to fight at all, but you are different."
"Maybe."
"And what is your name?"
"You'd ask my name without giving your own?"
"Pardon me. My name is Glass. If I must elaborate, it wouldn't be wrong to consider me your enemy."
I wasn't about to consider her my friend.
"Naofumi."
"Naofumi then. Shall we begin the real battle of the wave?!"
The girl named Glass opened her fan and rushed at me.
Dammit! I'd just used the Iron Maiden, and I wasn't in any position to start a new fight!
If I used the Shield of Rage II, I would have to contend with its poison. I was barely able to hang on. Thanks to Raphtalia, I'd been able to control the poisonous emotions from the shield, but I felt my limit approaching.
"I won't let you!"
Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki all readied their weapons and aimed their skills at Glass.
"Shooting Star Sword!"
"Shooting Star Spear!"
"Shooting Star Bow!"
The three skills were flying at Glass when she looked down and let her lips curl, ever so slightly, into a smile.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
Chapter Seven: Transformation
"Hey! Open up in there!"
I was banging on the door to the weapon shop, which had already closed for the day. Eventually the owner slowly opened the door, looking groggy and upset.
"What is it there, Little Hero? I've been closed for hours."
"We don't have time for that!"
I'd covered Filo with my cape, and I pushed her forward so the owner could see her.
"Little Hero Boy, don't come bragging to me about your new slaves."
"That's not it at all!"
What kind of person did he think I was? If I met the guy he seemed to think I was, I'd punch him in the face.
"Master? What's wrong?"
"You shut up."
"I don't wanna!"
What the hell was going on?
Everything went crazy after that. The slave trader kept thrusting his finger at me. His assistant was speechless. Raphtalia too. As for Filo, she wanted to get closer to me, so she became a girl, and before I knew it I'd taken her with me and was banging on the door of the weapon shop.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
Tear! Riiiiiip!
She transformed before our eyes, and the cape was torn to tatters.
She'd turned into the Filolial Queen (tentative name).
That damn bird! You know that cape isn't free?
"Wh . . ."
The owner was at a loss for words. He looked up at the giant bird. Filo suddenly turned back into a little girl and held my hand. The cape fluttered down from above and covered her head.
"See what I mean?"
"Oh . . . Yeah."
The guy twisted his face in confusion and led us inside.
"So why did you come here? You want equipment for her?"
"Are there any clothes that could survive this transformation? Or hey—why is she transforming in the first place?!"
"C'mon, kid. Settle down."
That's right. Why was this happening? Why was Filo suddenly a little girl?
There were small wings on her back, left over from the transformation probably, and she had blue eyes. She looked like a little angel. And her face was so little and cute—she looked like a drawing. She looked to be around 10 years old. She was a bit smaller than Raphtalia had been when we'd first teamed up.
GRUMBLE . . . A classic sound of hunger came rumbling from Filo's new human stomach.
"Master! I'm hungry!"
"You'll have to wait."
"I don't wanna!"
"All right then, you can have some of my dinner."
The shop owner went to a back room and came back with a pot of soup.
"Now you'll have to . . ."
"Yay! Yummy!"
She snatched the pot from him and poured the contents down her throat in one quick movement.
"Hm . . . Well, it wasn't the most delicious soup ever . . ."
She handed the pot back to him, and he accepted it in silence and then shot me a glance.
"Sorry about that."
"Hey, kid, you better buy me some dinner someday."
She was already costing me a fortune!
"But now that you mention it, I do think I had some clothes for demi-humans that were capable of transforming. Which reminds me; go to a normal clothes store if you want clothes."
"You want me to barge into a store I don't know with a naked girl at this time of night? One that turns into a monster?"
"You got a point there. Anyway, hold on."
He went into the back of the shop and I could hear him shuffling various boxes around.
"I don't know if these will fit, and they are seasonal clothes anyway—so don't get your hopes up."
"Fine."
It took him quite a while of hunting back there before he eventually returned.
"Sorry, but I don't think I have anything big enough to survive the transformation."
"What?!"
But that was my only idea . . . No, I . . . What should I do? There was this little naked girl hanging off of my arm, and I couldn't find any clothes to put on her. I was finally starting to repair my horrible reputation, and now this! This wouldn't help one bit.
"Master!"
"Don't you dare transform!"
Even if I could set certain rules for the monsters I controlled, there was no setting to prevent the monster from turning into a human. Monsters turning into humans! It must have been rare.
"But I wanna . . .!"
What would satisfy this girl?!
She refused pretty much everything I said. Was she in a rebellious phase? She'd only been born a few days earlier, so that didn't seem very likely.
"Because if I stay the way I normally am, you won't sleep with me, will you, Master?"
She squeezed my hand hard and smiled, looking up at me with beaming eyes.
"What? I have to sleep with you now?"
"I'm lonely . . ."
"Oh boy . . . You're in for it now, Hero Boy."
I wasn't summoned to this world so that I could babysit. Even still, I guess I had decided to watch out for Raphtalia.
"That reminds me. Where's Raphtalia?"
"I finally caught up."
The door swung open and Raphtalia came in, nearly out of breath.
"You ran off so quickly . . . I've been looking for you."
"Sorry about that."
"Yay! Raphtalia!"
Filo waved excitedly to Raphtalia.
"I'm not giving Master back!"
"What is this kid saying?"
"You won't give me back? You know I'm not yours!"
"Because Master is my papa!"
"No, I'm not. I'm your . . . owner."
"You're not. Then what about Raphtalia?"
"Raphtalia is like my daughter."
"That's not true!"
"Huh? I don't follow . . ."
"Anyway, I don't have the clothes you wanted. I'll look around for you, but you should go home for now."
"Right . . . Sorry."
"Thanks for the soup!"
"I swear, kid . . . You're always showing up and surprising me."
We left the shop and made our way back to the inn, but once we were on our way, Raphtalia stopped.
"Um . . . the slave . . . I mean monster trainer was looking for you."
"Huh? Oh. Okay."
We changed course and returned to the tent, where the slave trader was waiting for us.
"Well that was certainly unexpected. Yes sir."
"Sure was."
He pointed over at Filo, who was wrapped in the cape.
"Filolial Queens are capable of very advanced feats of transformation. I think they do this so that they may hide out among the other Filolials without interference from humans."
I get it now. So these kings and queens were able to change how they looked to hide out among the other Filolials. Filo used that ability to turn into a human.
"I am very surprised and excited to have the opportunity to see and study one of these. They are very rare, you know. Your ability with monster training must be very impressive. Yes sir."
"Huh?"
"That you could raise a Filolial so well, and so quickly, that it became a queen is very impressive. How were you able to do it?"
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The Rising of the Shield Hero/The-Rising-of-the-Shield-Hero-Volume-07-[One-Peace-Books][Kobo]/p-colophon.txt
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 07
The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol. 7
© Aneko Yusagi 2014
First published by KADOKAWA in 2014 in Japan.
English translation rights arranged by One Peace Books
under the license from KADOKAWA CORPORATION, Japan
No part of this may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher. For information contact One Peace Books. Every effort has been made to accurately present the work presented herein. The publisher and authors regret unintentional inaccuracies or omissions, and do not assume responsibility for the accuracy of the translation in this book. Neither the publishers nor the artists and authors of the information presented in herein shall be liable for any loss of profit or any other commercial damages, including but not limited to special, incidental, consequential or other damages.
Written by Aneko Yusagi
Character Design Seira Minami
Cover Design by Yusuke Koyama
English Edition Published by One Peace Books 2017
One Peace Books
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www.onepeacebooks.com
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The Rising of the Shield Hero/The-Rising-of-the-Shield-Hero-Volume-12-[One-Peace-Books][Kobo]/c01_3.txt
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 12
"Hiya!"
Raphtalia closed in on Atla rapidly and swung her wooden sword down. Atla dodged the attack by a hair's breadth and jabbed at Raphtalia sharply. Raphtalia bent backward and dodged the jab as she followed through with her swing, swiping sideways. Atla crouched down and thrust at an opening in Raphtalia's guard, but Raphtalia swiftly blocked the jab with her wooden sword. A loud thud echoed out.
"Here I go!" taunted Atla.
Atla gave another sharp jab, which Raphtalia redirected to the side with her arm. Then she countered by swinging her wooden sword down once again.
"Tsk! You don't give up!" Atla snapped.
Atla did a backflip to put some distance between them.
"As soon as one of my attacks lands, this match will be over. Of course, I will see to Mr. Naofumi's training afterward. You can spend that time recovering quietly," she said.
"That's not going to happen! You're the one who's going to experience the impact of my blade, Atla! Then you can watch me and Mr. Naofumi train!"
Raphtalia placed her hand on the back of the wooden sword's blade. I was guessing she was channeling something into it. I still couldn't see life force, so I wasn't sure.
"It looks like you can't afford to hold back," said Atla.
"I could say the same about you!"
The two exchanged glances and then swiftly charged forward. They clashed, and sparks flew. Were they really just pretending to be serious? They were putting on a real performance considering they were only sparring.
"Impressive, as usual," said Atla.
"Still not as impressive as you," Raphtalia responded.
Their matches were always unusually spirited like this. The old lady mentioned that observing them fight was also part of my training. My mind wandered and I gazed on as the two continued to battle it out.
Eventually midday rolled around, and I made lunch. It would have been nice if I had the time to just train all day long, but that wasn't the case.
"Your cooking is delicious as always, Bubba Shield!"
Keel got so excited that she turned into a dog and started wagging her tail. Did my cooking really make the little loincloth pup that happy? Whatever. If it motivated her, that was a good thing.
"Alright, we've had lunch. I guess we should go give the old guy a visit at his weapon shop."
"Agreed," responded Raphtalia.
"Understood!" Atla replied.
We wrapped up our training and used my portal skill to teleport to the castle town.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 11
Chapter Three: Alps
It was night. I'd come to the village infirmary to continue Atla's treatment. She was complaining of itchiness, which probably meant the medicine was working.
"Mr. Naofumi . . . Umm . . . I'm sorry to ask this of you, but could you please change my bandages?"
"I can do that!"
Fohl jumped in front of me. There was that sister complex again.
"I have an ointment for skin diseases that we could apply, too. My hero abilities will make it more effective if I'm the one that applies it, but it's up to you."
"I'd like you to do it, Mr. Naofumi."
"Ugh . . ."
Fohl backed down upon hearing Atla's decision, so I stepped forward to treat her.
"Oh? The patches of skin that looked like burns before seem to be growing back new."
"Wh . . . what?!"
Fohl was staring at Atla's skin in amazement. Was it really that astonishing? I mean, she did seem to be healing surprisingly quickly, but still . . . I removed the bandages from her face to see if there was any change.
"Oh my!"
Raphtalia had been watching and gasped in response, clearly startled. I had expected there to be improvement, but even I was amazed when I saw Atla's face. Let's just say the result was more impressive than I had imagined.
The Atla I was looking at now was easily one of the most attractive among the village slaves. Her hair was shiny, and she had clear, pale white skin that seemed unfitting for a slave. Her brother looked like he might be 12 or 13 years old, so I'd figured she was even younger, but once the bandages were removed she looked even smaller than before. She was around the same size as Melty, I guess.
The slave trader's suggestion had certainly been evil, but with a slave this attractive he could've gone a whole different direction of evil and really cashed in. That was assuming her skin condition healed completely, of course. Still, I was at a loss for words. I could objectively say that Raphtalia and Filo would be considered attractive, but Atla's beauty belonged to a different category. She had a childish look, and yet there was a delicateness to her that reminded me of a fragile glass sculpture or something.
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