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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, 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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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 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
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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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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 11
Chapter Five: Trash and the Hakuko
The next morning, I ended up making breakfast, since the village slaves practically insisted on it. The cooking division slaves took care of all of the prep work, so all I had to do was cook the food.
"Alright, I made exactly what you asked for."
"Yay!"
They all cheered. Sheesh . . . This must have been what people meant when they talked about kids only looking grown-up. Raphtalia had been a lot more mature by the time she was their size.
"Oh, little Naofumi! It all looks so yummy!"
"Yeah, whatever. You better not start drinking this early."
"I won't!"
Hmm? Sadeena and I weren't the only ones causing a ruckus. Those voices . . . Ah, it was Fohl and Atla.
"It's Mr. Naofumi's cooking! I'm going to lick the plate clean!"
"Atla! No! You have better manners than that!"
I wasn't even going to go there. I went about putting the food on the slaves' plates, which they put on their trays and carried back to their seats. It reminded me of lunch back in elementary school. There were quite a few slaves now. That meant more helping hands, of course, but to think that three massive pots of food would disappear in a single meal . . .
"Huh? Who are you?"
There was a girl was standing next in line, waiting for me to serve her. She sure acted like she was right where she belonged, but I didn't recognize her at all. She looked . . . 15 years old, maybe? She was a human, as far as I could tell. She looked sleepy, like she was only half awake. Her eyes were silver, and her hair was a silverish color, too. She had pale white skin, and something about her made her seem delicate. Being a human surrounded by all of the demi-human slaves made her even more conspicuous. There were soldiers from the castle here, too, but she wasn't dressed like a soldier.
"Yeah, who is that girl?"
The slaves were looking at the unfamiliar girl and whispering.
"Raphtalia, do you know who this is?" I asked.
"No. She doesn't appear to be a soldier," she replied.
"Oh?" said Sadeena quizzically.
"Rafu?"
Filo came running up just then.
"Master! I'm back!"
"Hey, Filo. Are you going to eat, too?"
"Yup! I ate over at Mel-chan's place, but I'll eat again!"
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
I thought that the whispers around us were growing more excited, but it was nothing to worry about.
Raphtalia pulled the small toothpick flag from her chicken and rice and held it gingerly as she attacked the rest of her food.
"How is it?"
"It's great!"
I guess I was the only one that didn't find the food very good. Or maybe she was in league with the rest of them. Slaves wouldn't be able to get away with lying, though . . . due to that spell she was under. But what if it was all fake? What if she wasn't really a slave at all? I didn't know how to even start looking into it.
Anyway, I had lunch with my slave and thought about where to go next.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
"Argh?!"
The dog turned from Raphtalia and came rushing at me, howling.
One of the heads bit deep into my shoulder.
It hurt, and a spray of blood followed the pain.
"Master?!"
"Calm down! I'm fine!"
If it could overcome my defense rating, it must have been pretty strong. Its fangs were huge and sharp. I hope it wasn't going to do any permanent damage.
This must be thanks to the shield, too. It hurt, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
"Yes!"
Raphtalia threw all of her strength into the thrust. She'd found the heart of the beast and stuck her sword into it.
"Rooooaaaaarrrrrrrrr!"
It shouted in pain, and Raphtalia pushed the sword in deeper.
"Arrrrrhhhhhhh!"
The dog was stronger than I thought. It still wriggled in pain. Raphtalia stabbed the heart again and again.
Finally, the dog stopped moving and collapsed.
EXP 340
Raphtalia EXP 430
We were rewarded for the battle with a hefty amount of EXP points. We both leveled up.
Huff . . . Huff . . .
"You did it. Good work."
Both of us were covered in blood.
I rubbed her head.
"Master . . . Don't die, please . . . My . . . My place . . ."
She was having trouble saying what she meant. But I think she wanted to keep things as they were.
Life as a slave must have been tough. Of course she didn't want to return to that cage.
The situation was not bad at all. Is that why she wanted me to praise her?
Well I wasn't planning on selling her off any time soon. And all I wanted from her was her attack ability.
"Master . . . I don't think I know your name yet . . ."
"Yeah, you're right. It's Naofumi Iwatani."
"Mr. Nao . . . fumi? Pleasure to . . . meet you."
She looked sheepishly at the floor.
My . . . name?
Well it was better than being called "Master" or "hero" all the time.
Time to absorb that monster.
We butchered the beast . . .
It wasn't a fun experience . . . at all.
But we managed to do it.
Two-Headed Black Dog Shield conditions met.
Two-Headed Black Dog Shield
<abilities locked> equip bonus: alert shield
equip effect: dog bite
The shield looked like a two-headed dog. It was made from leather and so realistic that the heads almost looked alive.
They seemed like pretty good abilities. Not bad.
I wondered what the "alert shield" did.
I also wondered what the equip effect "dog bite" was all about.
I'd look it up later.
I brushed some of the healing medicine over the bite on my shoulder. It stung a little, but I could feel the wound healing instantly.
After we got back to the inn, I'd see if I could find a magic user to heal it for me. I figured I could pay them.
That reminded me. This was the first time I'd felt pain since I arrived in this world. Of course there was pain here.
It's not like we couldn't fight . . . But still . . . I didn't like being hurt.
The different parts of the dog didn't cause the shield to react. Either that or there wasn't enough—or my level was too low.
"Well, we defeated the monster. Now let's try to find some of that ore."
"Okay!"
She seemed chipper all of a sudden.
I changed to the Pickax Shield for its mining skill 1 and made for the place on the map marked with an X. I swung the pickax, and when I did so, a small X appeared on the wall, glowing. What was it? Was I supposed to look there?
"Yah!"
I swung the pickax as hard as I could.
The wall cracked. The cracks spiderwebbed out, and the wall collapsed.
"Whoa!"
The thing crumbled so quickly.
I kept an eye on the fragile surroundings and started digging around for ore.
But it wasn't very easy.
I kept on swinging, though, and eventually I unearthed a piece of shining ore.
"Light metal?"
A type of ore called "light metal," apparently.
Would it sell for a lot of money? It looked very pure.
There wasn't very much, but we kept digging until early evening and eventually ended up with around ten pieces.
It wasn't very efficient.
I let the shield absorb one.
It said that it needed more. I offered it another.
Light Metal Shield conditions met!
Light Metal Shield
<abilities locked> equip bonus: defense 1
equip effect: magic defense up
The defense rating was the highest one yet.
If I was going to fight strong monsters, this was the shield to use.
"How is it?"
"As expected, I guess."
"Right. Okay then, let's head back, Mr. Naofumi."
Raphtalia took my hand in hers and started walking.
"We have to stay alive."
"Yeah."
I thought that much was obvious. I needed to survive and get back to my own world. I didn't want to die in a world as shitty as this one.
We went back to Riyute and sold the ore.
We got a good price for it. I thought it should support our activities and equipment needs for a while.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 5
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Afterword
This is volume 9 of The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress!
I'm surprised. Only one year has actually passed in the story. But I guess that often happens. You know, battle movies and sports manga are like that. Martial arts tournaments and national competitions can go on for ten years if you aren't careful. Nonetheless, I get to keep writing, which makes me happy.
Anyway, this time my concept was to bring together characters that had little to do with each other before. For no particular reason, many characters who have all been part of the story since volume one had never conversed. Like Lud and Daian, and Sven and Blitzdonner.
And by the way, the bumbling soldier Marissa, who stands out in this volume, was a new character from the last volume, and she'll play a big role in the next volume, too. She gets caught up in the action.
On another note, human beings show different sides to different people. Not many people treat everyone the same. Parents, children, lovers, friends, senior and junior members of the same group, bosses and subordinates, et cetera, et cetera... Sometimes when two people talk about the same person, they have completely different opinions because that person shows each of them completely different faces.
There is no contradiction in the worst person from one's point of view being the best person from another's point of view. I think this will be an important theme in the next volume.
Now for my usual apologies and thanks and so forth. I'm deeply grateful to everyone who participated in publishing, distributing and selling this book, and to Zaza, who provided incredibly wonderful illustrations again this time. I know it isn't easy, so thank you very much!
Above all, thank you to everyone who has the book in hand at this very moment. Next time, we reach the ten-volume mark. See you then!
SOW
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 9
Chapter 1: A First Day of Mismatched Feelings
Tockerbrot had been damaged many times. Since Sven had come to the shop, windows had been shattered, there was a shootout, ruffians had barged in, and—to top it off—the shop had been totaled in a fire. Each time, the shop was rebuilt, remodeled, extended, and returned to life. In a way, the bakery was indestructible.
"Well now..." It was nighttime. Sven was mumbling in the dark as she surveyed the half-demolished shop.
Tockerbrot was in horrible shape, with toppled walls and a collapsed roof after the sudden attack by mechanical soldiers. This was better than the last time, at least. Only the sales space was destroyed. The oven room in the back of the shop remained mostly undamaged.
The repairs themselves won't be that hard.
A bakery's oven room is designed with the utmost care. When baking bread, a baker ferments the yeast, allows the dough to rise, and bakes it in the oven. To that end, the baker needs the right structure and environment for fermentation, and an oven suited to baking. And the baker's careful adjustments are necessary to maintain that environment.
In contrast, the main role of the sales space was to be the shop's public face. It could be repaired in the same way as fixing a private residence. Even a tent can provide protection from rain and wind.
"I'll have to summon the carpenters." It was late, so there was nothing Sven could do about the shop today. "Well..." Besides, she had another problem to solve.
"... sob... sob..." A man was crouched and sobbing in the corner of the half-destroyed shop.
"Excuse me. Would you mind getting out of here?" Sven spoke to Blitzdonner, the crying man, with a look of exasperation.
His son Jacob had rejected him and walked out, and he hadn't moved from that spot since.
"What are you saying, Svelgen Avei?! How can you talk to the major in his sorrow like that?!" Blitzdonner wasn't alone. Rebecca had stayed to console him, and now sounded accusatory.
"But he's in the way. I hate to point it out, but it was actually considerate of me to leave him alone until now."
Sven had dealt with the people who came to the shop after hearing the fighting and explosion, and she managed them without any difficulty. Blitzdonner had been weeping behind her the whole time, and it was quite... No, it was greatly annoying.
"You're cruel, Svelgen! Are you cold-blooded?!"
"My blood is just like yours. I don't have any," Sven replied calmly to Rebecca's accusation.
Sven and Rebecca were humanoid Hunter Units. They reproduced movement that closely resembled human musculature by storing enormous electricity generated by a rezanium reactor—the power source in their chests—in a condenser and delivering it through power conduits to fluid pulse mechanisms. If the simulacrum of bodily fluid flowing through those mechanisms was blood, then their blood was white.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 2
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress - Volume 04
Afterword
And now... thank you very much for reading Volume 4 of The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress!
This time, I really drew out the main story, so there's only one page left for the afterword.
So I'll keep this short.
Just to be clear... This isn't the end, okay?
I've constructed this arc to last through two volumes.
The archenemy Genitz is still out there, Sven has been abducted, Sophia is a prisoner, and Rebecca is on the verge of death.
Lud must face his past and struggle to win his future.
I hope you will read the next volume!
I hope you'll check out The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Volume 5.
See you then.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress - Volume 04
He was fast. But even more, he took instantaneous advantage of lapses in his opponent's attention and vision.
If the Wolf Man wanted, he could have killed her three times by now.
"Ha ha ha... Impressive, You passed the test."
Hilde was playing it tough, but she couldn't hide that her fist was shaking.
She played the consummate soldier, but she had never experienced battle.
So this is a real fighter who survived the Great War...
She had felt the same caution when she fated Lud Langart, the Silver Wolf.
"Um, First Lieutenant? I just remembered! We were supposed to leave behind anything that could serve as a weapon before approaching him!"
"It's too late to tell me that now!!"
Hilde yelled at the masked man who had also returned from the Great War but had no edge at all.
"Anyway, we can win now! I can get revenge against that man! Lud Langart, prepare yourself and wait for me! Wa ha ha ha ha!!"
Convinced of victory, Hilde laughed shrilly.
"Who are you guys?"
The Wolf Man wasn't sure what was going on.
"Um, please wait a second. Right now, she's in a transport of joy."
The corporal said this in a tone that made it impossible to determine his feelings through the mask.
And then...
* * *
"Achoo!"
Meanwhile, inside Tockerbrot, back in Organbaelz
Lud, whom Sven had permitted to leave his bed, sneezed once.
"Master! Have you caught a cold? I knew it! Your health is still... Let's get you back into bed this instant!"
Sven's overprotectiveness had escalated even further.
"No, I'm fine..."
Flustered, Lud responded with a troubled expression.
He wasn't sick. And he knew it.
But he had felt something... a strange, indescribable chill.
What was that? I hope nothing bad happens.
He possessed a kind of sixth sense that he had earned during his time on the battlefield.
It was warning of something yet to come, and it was sounding an alarm.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress - Volume 04
Chapter 02: Fake Blonde
In front of the main gate to the Weapons Development Bureau, located in a corner of Berun, the royal capital of the Principality of Wiltia...
"What's going on?!"
The bureau's head guard Major Sophia von Rundstadt raised her voice in fury.
She was so angry that one of the security guards, Private First Class Sariya Richter was on the verge of tears.
"S-Sorry!"
"I'm not talking about you! What's going on here?!"
It was midnight, when all work at the development bureau was drawing to a close. Suddenly, however, a Schutzstaffel force surrounded the bureau.
"It's not just ten or twenty soldiers! They've mobilized at least two companies!"
According to Wiltia's army regulations, a platoon had fifty soldiers and a company had two hundred.
The number of soldiers surrounding the bureau was at least four hundred.
"We have confirmed armed trucks and artillery units. Impossible! We're in the middle of a downtown location!"
PFC Sariya raised her voice in something like a scream.
"Have you contacted military command?"
"It seems they've cut our communications wires..."
"Tch!"
For a moment, Sophia imagined the worst an insurgency by the Schutzstaffel.
The leader of the Schutzstaffel was Genitz, whose desire for fame and success was insatiable.
In Sophia's opinion, he was capable of making the worst decisions.
"But... why here?"
Sophia was confused about the true intentions of the soldiers surrounding the bureau.
"Huh...?"
Meanwhile, a soldier who looked like a commanding officer approached with a few subordinates from the companies in front of the main gate.
"Are you Major Sophia von Rundstadt, head guard of the Royal Weapons Development Bureau?"
The badge on the man's chest suggested he was a Schutzstaffel captain.
"I am Captain Rudolf Delz. Thank you for your service."
His tone was polite, but he wore a slight grin.
Tch! How typical of the Schutzstaffel!
Sophia glared at him with contempt.
Thirty percent of soldiers in the regular army had retired due to post-war downsizing.
Most of those soldiers were then reinstated as members of the Schutzstaffel.
Many members of the Schutzstaffel glorified their backgrounds and held a warped pride in themselves, as if they were the chosen ones.
Or perhaps the Schutzstaffel selected such people on purpose.
Those who take excessive pride in belonging to an organization will loyally obey any orders. They're perfect pet dogs.
"What in the world are you doing?! Since when has the Schutzstaffel become a rebel force sending troops to the development bureau, which belongs to the royalty?"
Sophia intentionally condemned him with words that would hurt his pride.
"There is a problem, Major. You misunderstand."
However, it didn't appear to have worked on Delz, since the annoying grin still showed on his face.
"We received information that terrorists who support a rival monarchy are active in the royal capital. We are merely fulfilling our duty to preserve order."
"Rival monarchy? Terrorists?"
Sophia had heard nothing about this.
"What kind of force is it? What sect and what faction are they from?!"
There were many anti-state groups, each with its own beliefs.
The intelligence agency of the regular army had discovered over one hundred so far.
"We are currently investigating."
"Where and how are they active? How many of them are there? What weapons do they have? What damage has been done?"
If entire companies had been mobilized, the trouble must be substantial.
However, there was no sound of gunfire in the royal capital.
"We are currently investigating."
"The development bureau's communication lines have been cut. Did you do that?"
"We are currently investigating."
Delz's mouth loosened into a grin as he looked down on her.
"Why you...!"
He looked smugly into Sophia's eyes, whose angry gaze was feared as the Dragon Slayer.
"We rushed here to protect the people of the development bureau. Security enforcement within the royal capital is the Schutzstaffel's jurisdiction."
The regular army's headquarters were inside the royal palace, but the army itself was stationed outside the royal capital.
The purpose was to maintain civilian control and prevent the military from taking over, but the arrangement backfired in this instance.
"Oh... Then this is easy to solve. Get lost! Nothing is happening! As long as our guards are here, there's no need for your help!"
Sophia yelled at Delz, but his grin remained.
"I can't let you do it, Major Rundstadt. A state of emergency is currently in effect for the royal capital. All public authorities are under the Schutzstaffel's command. Do you know what this means?"
"No way... You..."
"You must leave here right now."
Removing an active unit in the name of security enforcement was tantamount to calling them traitors.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... I've never been subjected to such humiliation!"
Sophia was laughing dryly.
PFC Sariya, standing next to her, was now close to tears.
"Let's fight then. Bring it on."
Sophia's voice was quiet.
"Huh? What are you—"
"I'm saying that if you can do it, then do it, you dogs of the lord lieutenant general!!"
Before Delz could finish his question, Sophia interrupted as though she didn't care.
"Fine. I'll give you a thirty minute extension. If you reconsider and leave, I will forget what you just said. Good-bye."
Delz left, keeping his pleased grin until the very end.
"W-what have you done? What are you going to do, Major?"
PFC Sariya was panicking.
Sophia's emotional words were in defiance of authority.
"They're treating us like terrorists!"
"But we're not of course!"
Sophia scolded PFC Sariya.
"Remember, they cut our communication lines. And that's risky action. This could turn into a debacle for them if we call up command headquarters!"
The Schutzstaffel's soldiers were under direct command of the royal family, so technically they only followed orders from the monarch.
The Schutzstaffel's soldiers were under direct command of the royal family, so technically they only followed orders from the monarch.
However, Wiltia had a constitutional government.
Royal authority was not absolute.
There must be political reasons... No... There's something I don't know. If I could just get hold of information that would foil this reckless action!
The fact that that Schutzstaffel had mobilized two companies was proof that it was trying by any means, even by force to suppress the development bureau.
And from that she could make an inference...
Was there something inside the development bureau that could upset the current order in the principality?
Sophia was the head guard, but no one told her what was in the depths of the development bureau.
Sophia couldn't interpret the situation any other way.
"Anyway, summon all the guards! Put up barricades! Gather weapons! They won't get away with this nonsense! If we can hold out until morning, victory is ours!"
"Y-yes, Ma'am!"
"I don't think it'll be that easy."
Someone else was suddenly standing next to Sariya, who saluted in response to Sophia's rapid-fire orders.
"Uwaaah!! Who're you?! And how long have you been standing here?!"
"Calm yourself, Private. That man is just a pervert! And he's the director of this development bureau."
Sophia calmed Sariya, who looked like a small, startled animal.
"Sophia? Is it normal to introduce me first as a pervert, and then by my position?"
It was Daian Fortuner, the director of the development bureau.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress - Volume 04
Chapter 04: Likes Repel, or Like Attracts Like
Two hours had passed since the Schutzstaffel started its attack on the development bureau.
"Y-You...! The Rundstadt girl!"
The previously relaxed smile on the face of Captain Delz, commander of the Schutzstaffel companies, had already disappeared.
"We have succeeded in breaking through the front barricade!"
This report from an adjutant did nothing to improve Delz's bad mood.
"The damage... How bad is the damage?"
"Ahem! The dead and injured total approximately one hundred!"
"This is disgraceful!"
Breaking through just the front gate of the development bureau, which had only fifty soldiers, had taken a quarter of their troops.
"The personnel inside are still resisting?!"
"Yes. They have sealed every entrance to the facility except the front gate, where they gathered their forces for resistance."
Gunfire thundered from the direction of the development burea, apparently from the resisting guards.
"What happened to the men who climbed the wall and approached from the rear?"
"They hit land mines, one after another."
"Argh!"
Delz had no words in the face of this situation, in which their opponent seemed to be toying with them.
"C-contact headquarters and request reinforcements."
"Um, but..."
Attacking with a force of four hundred soldiers and asking for further reinforcements would ordinarily suggest that the commander was incompetent.
When faced with an enemy that was stronger than expected, a brilliant commander wouldn't hesitate to add battle power without a care for how it looked, but unfortunately, Delz wasn't that type of commander.
As Sophia had realized, he was a typical member of the Schutzstaffel who only possessed a strong sense of elitism.
"Doesn't matter! The lieutenant general told me to ensure success without concern for loss of lie. He has permitted me any means!"
Delz requested reinforcements for a simple reason.
He had permission to cause as much damage as necessary, so he feared failing to complete his mission, and incurring blame for himself.
So it didn't matter to him how many soldiers under his command would die.
He would seize control of the development bureau no matter what.
"What are you doing?! Get moving!"
"Y-yes, Sir!"
Delz raged at the adjutant.
Meanwhile, the sound of gunfire continued, and every time, a few soldiers died.
It didn't concern Delz.
Meanwhile, inside the development bureau, there was fierce fighting between the Schutzstaffel soldiers and the guards.
"That's enough here! Everyone, retreat to the fifth block!"
Sophia ordered her subordinates to retreat.
The building that housed the development bureau was usually called the Snail.
The main area was in the center, with compartments around it in a spiral.
Each area was equipped with strong bulkheads separating them.
"If they penetrate any further, we won't be able to hold them back."
Leaning against a closed bulkhead, Private Sariya spoke breathlessly.
"Well, at least they'll only come from one direction. That makes them easier to engage."
Sophia answered as she replaced an empty magazine.
"The development bureau has many secrets that must be protected. Having just a few entrance and exits is best for maintaining security."
Daian appeared, Even now, he seemed completely relaxed.
"What do you want? I told you to stay in back. Non-combatants will just get in our way."
"You're always so cold, Sophia. But I like you that way, too."
"You nauseate me."
"Whoa..."
Given the circumstances, Sophia was even more blunt than usual, but Daian didn't care.
"If they get inside, even your new weapons will be taken."
"What are you saying, Sophia? I have even more new weapons. And this bulkhead is one of them."
As he said this, Daian rapped the wall with his fist.
The Schutzstaffel was spraying the other side with a hail of bullets, but to no effect.
"It's made of a newly developed alloy. It can stand against not only shoulder-launched firearms but also a direct attack by dynamite."
And not only that...
The shutters for every window of the development bureau were made of the same impenetrable material and would close automatically. Furthermore, a reticulated alloy was embedded in the walls.
"This place is more like a submarine than a building. It's completely enclosed and wouldn't leak."
Even if the royal capital were submerged in water, the development bureau was so airtight that it wouldn't flood.
"Wait a second... What about the vents?"
As Sophia asked, she imagined the worst.
"What if they enter through ventilation shafts or use some kind of gas? Then the building being airtight would increase the danger."
There would be no escape if the Schutzstaffel used a poisonous gas such as tear gas, chlorine gas, phosgene, or mustard gas.
"Oh, that's no problem."
Such concerns had not escaped Daian, who might be a pervert but he was also a genius.
"When I realized we were under siege, I sealed the emissions system. Didn't I tell you? This place really is like a submarine. There's an underground air circulation system that will last for three hundred hours under hermetic conditions without any problem!"
"Then it's perfect!"
"Indeed, it is."
Sophia's expression was a mixture of admiration and annoyance at Daian's ability to see far into the future.
"Well, it'll take at least two hours for their weapons to breach one bulkhead. And we have fifty-three more, Wa ha ha ha!"
Dawn would break before the Schutzstaffel could even reach the central area of the development bureau, much less clear all the bulkheads.
The regular army's headquarters would then noticed the disturbances and send rescue troops.
It was possible that Genitz would lose his standing before then, on charges of overstepping his authority.
"It's not that easy to enter my castle! Ah ha ha ha!"
Daian was laughing, filled with confidence, but at that moment...
THOOM!!!
Fierce rumbling resounded, and a big dent appeared on the bulkhead slightly above center.
"What the... What?!"
For the first time, Daian's smile froze.
He was chief of the development bureau.
He knew immediately what made that sound.
"That's why I hate those idiots!"
He quickly opened a terminal housed in the wall and switched the video feed from a security camera to a small monitor. It now showed the other side of the wall.
"Is that... a tank?"
Looking at the feed, Sophia tilted her neck in surprise.
She could tell that the vehicle had heavy armor and a massive firearm.
However, it wasn't propelled by tracks—commonly known as caterpillar treads—but by wheels.
Other than Hunter Units, tanks are the strongest weapons for ground combat.
A tank has tough armor and powerful guns. It's equipped with anti-personal weapons, can travel over any terrain, and annihilate enemy lines, However...
"Tanks have more weaknesses than you might think. There are limitations because they're heavy and large, and they lack the ability to turn in cramped confines. They work well on open land but not in urban areas."
Tanks were fine for occupying an enemy city, but they didn't work for protecting one's capital, where it was impossible to indiscriminately blow holes in buildings, roads, and bridges.
"So combat vehicles were developed from the need for a tank-like vehicle that would protect a city. It's called a Kentaur."
The vehicle had six tires with high suspension, and it was mobile enough to turn in small spaces like an armored vehicle. Moreover, it was armed with fifty-millimeter and high-speed self-propelled artillery weapon.
"Hey, wait... This can't be!"
Sophia was trembling.
THOOM!
Meanwhile, a second attack put another dent in the bulkhead.
"Did you make that Kentaur?!"
"I can't help it. It's my job!"
Sophia grabbed Daian's collar accusingly.
"Major! It's dangerous here! We must retreat!"
Private Sariya spoke urgently to Sophia, who was about to strangle Daian in rage.
"Urgh! There's no choice... but I don't like it."
"I agree. With the Kentaur's heavy artillery, it'll take less than five minutes to breach one bulkhead."
"I'll get you one of these days! Fall back, fall back!!"
In this situation, it was very possible that the development bureau would fall before dawn.
The Schutzstaffel's steamroller strategy was gradually driving back the bureau's guards.
* * *
Six days had passed since Hilde and Heidrig started work at the bakery.
"That's an egg tart and an apricot tart. You can enjoy the harmony of a crunchy biscuit and soft dough."
Chomp chomp... munch munch...
"And that's a malasada doughnut. It's a fried bread with a rich cream or chocolate inside. It's a food from the Alhadra region."
"Ulp... mm-mmm-mmph!!"
"And this is a cinnamon-roll pie. It's swirled pie dough mixed with cinnamon and coated on top with caramel sauce."
"Okay, Lud. That's enough."
It was the afternoon at Tockerbrot, and Lud had lined up prototypes of the new menu items for the Thanksgiving festival. Jacob signaled him to stop.
"It isn't a good idea to make Milly eat these all at once."
Jacob pointed at Milly, whose eyes were spinning in spirals.
"She's gorging herself with too much good food."
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 2
Copyright
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 2
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
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
Chapter Seventeen: The Princess's True Strength
A few days had passed. We spent the days traveling, having Filo in her Filolial form pull the carriage, and we did the best we could to avoid towns and villages on our way to the northeast. We usually slept in the fields or forests. Finally, we were nearing the border.
"Gweh!"
Filo's cry came shrill and sharp.
Was it an enemy?! Mel and I peeked out from the bundles of straw to get a look.
"Heh, heh, heh . . . Leave your valuables and be on your way."
I'd heard that voice before. Sure enough, it was the same group of bandits that attacked us back when we'd traveled with the accessory merchant.
"Can't you hear? I said LEAVE YOUR VALUABLES! Wait now. What's this? She's kind of pretty . . ."
They were looking at Raphtalia in her new, dirty clothes. But once they got closer to see her, their faces went white.
"You guys never learn, do you?"
There was no point in hiding anymore. I jumped out of the carriage.
Filo, sensing it was okay for her to show her true form, morphed back into the Filolial Queen.
"Are you going to fight?"
The young princess looked very worried.
"We'll be fine."
"What? What's wrong with you guys?"
About two-thirds of the bandit group hadn't been there the last time we met up. They were looking around at their pale friends and wondering what all the fuss was about.
"Uh . . . uh . . . uh . . . This guy has a bounty . . . on his head. If we kill him . . . we'll . . . be heroes."
The man at the front of the group was trembling and muttering in falsetto.
He looked very shaken, very uncertain.
"Back on your feet already? Considering you lost all your equipment, you've really made a quick comeback."
After hearing what I had to say, the curious members of the group started checking their footing and getting ready for battle.
"You . . . You just shut up! This is all your fault! We're working for someone else now, and we're at the bottom of the barrel!"
"What a shame. Your little group was absorbed into a big, bad bandit group?"
"Our boss went back to the countryside!"
"Good for him. He managed to wash his hands of your dirty profession."
"Shut up! We'll take care of you!"
Everyone readied their weapons and ran at us.
"Filo! Raphtalia!"
"Yes!"
"Okaaay!"
I fell back to protect the princess.
Neither Filo nor Raphtalia was weak enough to be actually threatened by a group of mere bandits.
"Take that!"
A bandit brandished his sword at Filo.
"Filo!"
The princess jumped from the carriage, threw her hands out before her, and began chanting.
What? Could she fight?
"I am the source of all power. Hear my words and heed them! Shoot a ball of water at them!"
"All Zweite Aqua Shot!"
A large ball of water materialized before her and then split into a number of balls before flying into the enemy. They were all knocked back.
Zweite . . . I think that meant it was a medium-level spell, and the "all" must mean it was plural.
"Ugh!"
"Uwa!"
"Huff . . ."
All the enemies that were preparing to attack fell to the ground. The attack must have been very strong.
"I am the source of all power. Hear my words and head them! Attack them with a blade of water!"
"Zweite Aqua Slash!"
The princess immediately cast another spell. A ball of water appeared, then elongated into a sharp blade that flew through the air and sliced through the group of men with a satisfying swish. The men didn't fall, but a tree behind them split in two and fell with a loud crash.
"I'll make sure it hits you next time."
She was breathing hard. It must be difficult to cast magic in succession like that.
"They . . . They have a witch with them! And she's powerful!"
"Filo!"
"Okaaaay!"
The bandits were momentarily stunned by Mel's display, and Filo took the opportunity to rush over and kick them.
"I'm done over here."
"Not yet!"
I turned to see a pale-faced bandit had snuck behind us in the confusion. He'd climbed onto the roof of our carriage and was about to leap down onto the princess.
"Air Strike Shield!"
"Ugh!"
He jumped, but the shield appeared below him in mid-air, and he fell right into it.
"One more!"
The last bandit standing, probably the weakest among them, ran for the princess.
"Second Shield! Change Shield!"
I called for another shield to appear, used them to stop the running bandit, and then used Change Shield to turn them into Bee Needle Shields. They had a poison effect, which wouldn't kill the bandit but would paralyze him.
"Ugh . . . Uh . . ."
He fell to the ground, twitching.
"They're still coming."
Bandits were crawling toward the princess for a surprise attack.
"Nope, we're done here."
"Ah . . ."
Filo's large shadow fell over the bandits. They must have noticed too. They started crying.
In their hearts, they were probably thinking of their last words or waving white flags.
"I'll save you, Mel!"
Filo plopped down heavily on the bandits.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
Chapter Nineteen: The Tools
Bitch swayed, and Raphtalia stepped out from behind her.
As I distracted them, she had apparently used magic.
Her timing was perfect. We were in the middle of a crisis. Did this fix it?
"Y . . . You! Do you have any idea who you just stabbed?"
Bitch was inflamed. Demon-like, she shouted at Raphtalia.
"Ms. Myne! Are you all right?!"
"Wait. Ren! Ugh!"
Ren flew over to Bitch and locked swords with Raphtalia.
I tried to run over also, but the rain of arrows and magic kept me back.
The sword was still stuck in Bitch. It must have gone in the wrong way, as Raphtalia couldn't pull it out. Once she realized it wasn't coming out, Raphtalia immediately switched to her backup sword.
"What are you doing?!"
"You are all teaming up to attack Mr. Naofumi! I have to stop you!"
"That doesn't matter!"
The clattering of the swords against one another filled the area. Ren had more experience with the sword. He parried and knocked Raphtalia back.
This wasn't good. She was practically unarmed.
Filo was still fighting with Motoyasu, and the princess was busy supporting her.
Little by little, Ren and Itsuki's party members were sneaking closer to the princess.
This wasn't good at all. Desperate, Raphtalia reached for the magic sword the weapon shop guy had given her. She pulled it from the sheath and it released with a pop. The hilt was empty—there was no blade.
"Ahaha! What do you have there? How cute!"
Bitch had been healed with magic by now. She pointed a finger at Raphtalia and laughed. But Ren and Itsuki had a very different reaction.
"The sword doesn't have a blade? Everyone, be careful!"
"Okay!"
"Wh . . . What's happening?!"
Ren's party members were confused.
"That might be a magic sword. It can form a blade from the user's magic power. It might be very dangerous."
"He's right. I don't know where she could have come across such a thing . . ."
Thinking back on it, the old guy at the weapon shop had given us a note that said something similar.
"After we read his note, I couldn't just ignore what he'd said. It had to mean something. So I did a little experimenting."
Raphtalia whispered, and she wrapped her fingers around the hilt, holding it tight. When she clamped down on the handle, a blinding light shot from it.
Bitch looked upset.
"Here I come!"
Raphtalia pointed the sword forward, then ran for Ren and Bitch.
"Damn! Shooting Star Sword!"
Ren used his best skill.
Shooting Star Sword was a skill that shot stars from the arc of his sword swing. I imagine that if it hit the target directly, it was very strong. Even still, Ren wasn't fighting with all his strength. He was fighting to stop us. He would probably hold back.
Even if he held back, if he connected with Raphtalia, it would probably do fatal damage.
What could I do?!
If I went over to help, I'd draw the soldiers' attacks toward Raphtalia.
But Raphtalia dodged the stream of stars and moved in.
"Your moves lack conviction!"
"Ugh . . ."
Ren wasn't sure where he stood in the fight, and it was affecting his attack strategy. Raphtalia dodged his sword, and her own sword flashed.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero/The-Rising-of-the-Shield-Hero-Volume-03-[One-Peace-Books][Kobo]/c19_3.txt
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
Ren looked suddenly dizzy. He held his head in his hands and stumbled toward Raphtalia. Then he fell to his knees.
"Now I understand. He gave me this sword to cut things that aren't physical. So when you cut a person with it, this is what happens."
Raphtalia seemed to understand something. She turned from the fallen Ren and ran for Bitch.
"You think a criminal like you can stand before the likes of me?!"
Bitch readied her sword and swung it at Raphtalia.
"Please be QUIET!"
Raphtalia's blade disappeared just in time to avoid clashing with Bitch's. It would not be a duel. Raphtalia pivoted, turned, and let Bitch's sword skirt by her, missing her by a hair.
The magic sword's blade reappeared and slid forward effortlessly, straight through Bitch's chest.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bitch screamed.
Then, as if she had fainted, she dropped her sword and fell forward against Raphtalia.
Raphtalia used her foot to flick her own sword up into her hand. Then, using Bitch as a shield, she turned toward Ren.
"Myne!"
"Myne!"
Ren and Itsuki, then Motoyasu, all shouted.
"Sword Hero? I'm sure you realize this, but she is not dead. I've simply put her to sleep for a moment."
Raphtalia held her sword against Bitch as a threat.
"Do you think you could listen to all Mr. Naofumi has to say?"
"B . . . But . . ."
"Release your hostage! If you do not, you will be in danger. You had better stay back from Naofumi!"
Itsuki screamed, but Raphtalia regarded him coldly.
"You'd say that after taking Filo hostage? He took Melty hostage too. And you'd believe all that on a flimsy story about a supposed Brain Washing Shield?"
"Um . . ."
"And besides, can't you see? Mr. Naofumi can't move right now."
With Bitch unconscious, the tables seemed to have turned. I still couldn't risk getting too close to Raphtalia though.
The reason was the relentless rain of arrows and magic falling all around me.
"Stop that right now!"
Ren shouted to the soldiers, but they didn't seem to be listening.
"Please stop! Commander, please!"
"No! You call yourself soldiers of Melromarc?! Oh, hey! You're the one that fought with the Shield Demon!"
The soldier that had called out for the Commander to stop was one of the soldiers who'd helped me during the last wave.
"Take your punishment now!"
Everything happened in slow motion.
Slowly but absolutely, a sword was slicing through the air straight at the soldier that spoke up for me.
It was just like with the younger princess.
I was lucky enough to have saved her, but this time I was too far away. I couldn't make it in time.
"Stop!"
The Commander swinging his sword at a subordinate set me off. I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I felt like I might explode.
Just then, the little tool the weapon shop owner had given me, the cover for my shield's jewel, cracked and fell.
"Whoa!"
I didn't know what was happening, but I was aware of a great volume of light expanding around me.
What was it? It was a circle of light centered on me, about three meters across. It was pretty big.
What . . .
The attacks raining down from the soldiers could not penetrate the light. They clattered off of it and broke, ricocheting.
"Whoa!"
The sparks and flying ricocheted attacks rained down on Ren and the other heroes—including their parties. Luckily, the sparks avoided anyone associated with my party. Raphtalia, Filo, the princess, and the soldiers were not harmed.
The broken shards fell on the enemies as blackened chunks. But then they began to burn. There were so many of them, scattered so randomly, that no one could get away from them.
The tool the old guy had given me must have reacted to my shield. The black flames suggested that it had instilled my shield with a counter-attack based on the Shield of Rage II. That was the only explanation I could think of anyway.
"Wh . . ."
"U . . ."
Ren and Itsuki were both suffering from the flames. The only one who could still fight was Motoyasu, and he was locked in combat with Filo.
"Hiya!"
"Everyone!"
"Damn! Naofumi! Don't you run!"
Motoyasu understood that the situation had turned against him. He stepped away from Filo.
"Everyone regroup!"
"Okay! C'mon, Mel!"
"Okay!"
What unexpected good luck. This was our chance to escape.
But Motoyasu was still up and kicking. How could we get away from him?
Filo was still stuck in human form because of that hoop. We couldn't get away on her. And it wasn't like Ren and Itsuki weren't capable of fighting anymore. The black flames had burned them, but that was just a surface wound.
"Let Myne go!"
Motoyasu threw a spear at Raphtalia, who was still using Myne as a shield.
"I don't think so."
"Mr. Naofumi."
I was in front of Motoyasu in a flash, but just before Raphtalia could swing back and maneuver behind me, she lost her grip on Bitch.
Motoyasu's gaze immediately went to Bitch.
She'd been our major advantage, and now we'd lost that.
I reached out to see if I could grab her again . . .
"Myne!"
But Motoyasu had already swept her into his arms.
Damn. She was out of our hands.
Our situation had grown steadily worse since we ran into everyone. We couldn't fight much longer.
Honestly, if we tried, we'd lose.
I was thinking it over when something rolled up against my foot.
A bomb? I immediately raised my shield to block the blast, but the bomb just emitted a stream of smoke with a soft hiss.
"Uh . . ."
"Wh . . ."
The whole area filled with smoke, and we couldn't see anything. I took a single step and couldn't tell anyone apart anymore.
With everyone in such close quarters, how were we supposed to tell friend from foe?
"This way, Zir."
"That voice! Shield Hero, follow the voice."
Mel called out to me.
"Is it okay?"
"I think so. Just in case, have Raphtalia use her illusion magic!"
"All right!"
Mel was leading me along, and I ran behind her.
"Wait! Where did you go?!"
Before we escaped, I called out to Ren.
"Ren, I'm sure you understand all this. After using all this force, can you really say that I'm the criminal here?"
". . ."
"I'm using wind magic! Anyone else who can use it—help me!"
"Wait, Itsuki."
"What is it?"
"Now we should . . ."
Itsuki was about to use wind magic to clear away the smoke. It sounded like Ren was trying to stop him.
Would we make it? I didn't know, but we all ran after the voice.
When the smoke cleared, we had put a lot of distance between us and Ren. And just in case, Raphtalia had cast magic back there. They were still looking for us.
That meant . . .
"Zir, better use this cloak too."
The mystery voice spoke and threw a cloth over me.
"Will we make it?"
"Quiet . . . Let's get moving—quietly."
Mel took Filo's hand and ran of silently. We followed after them. And so we were able to escape from the heroes. A short while later, the force field around me vanished. In the end it was clear that we had only been able to escape because of the gifts the old guy had left us.
This wouldn't be the last time though. How would we escape next time? The heroes weren't stupid. They would learn from this and come up with a new plan.
And yet it looked like Ren was starting to suspect that things weren't as they'd seemed. I had to hold out hope for that.
Anyway, it wasn't any time to dwell on things. We needed to focus on running.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-03-Extra-Chapter-[BookWalker][OCR_chocolatkey]/copyright.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, Vol. 3: Exclusive additional chapter
The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress
Volume 3
Exclusive additional chapter
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/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-06-[J-Novel-Club][Premium]/afterword.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
Afterword
Thank you for reading The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress, volume 6! This is the first time I have structured the book as a series of short episodes. The last volume concluded some important events, so I threw in random episodes as preparation for launching a new arc.
There are a lot of characters now, so I wanted to create a lot of situations in which they could appear, and I also wanted to focus on the pasts of some characters that I hadn't yet fully addressed.
Furthermore, a few fairly eccentric characters have appeared. I hope you'll keep reading to see how the facts revealed here and the new characters intertwine!
Now for thank-yous and apologies...
Again, many apologies to the illustrator Zaza this time, too. And thank you!
Editor O, please treat me to some kind of meal!
Thanks as usual to the proofreaders, printers, designers, distributors and everyone at the bookstores!
And thank you to everyone who sent fan letters, came to autograph events, and sent neat presents. I'll take them with me to the grave.
Above all, heartfelt gratitude to everyone who picks up this book. I pray from the bottom of my heart for your good fortune and happiness.
We'll meet again in volume 7! Now I'm off to do research at the holy sweet factory Juchheim!♪
SOW
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-06-[J-Novel-Club][Premium]/chapter1.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
Chapter 1: Hildegard Von Hessen Case File
Dangoltinoza Officer's School was located in a suburb of Berun, the royal capital. A busy, international city, Berun was celebrated as the center of the world. Just twenty kilometers away from the royal castle, however, the bustling, populated landscape became rural and peaceful.
"... sigh..."
In the corner of a classroom, Hildegard von Hessen, also known as Hilde, exhaled deeply.
"Mumble mumble mumble mumble..."
"Whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper..."
"Chatter chatter chatter chatter..."
Other girls of Hilde's age whispered as they glanced at her.
"..............."
Hilde looked tired as she returned their stares.
"Yikes!"
Acting as one, the girls made small cries and looked away.
How long will this continue?
Hilde sighed again, but this time only inside her head.
The coup d'état in Berun, which Genitz considered a rebellion, was three months ago. The principal offender in the incident, the Schutzstaffel, had disbanded. Authorities had stripped half the participants of military rank and arrested the first- and second-tier leaders. However, 30 to 40 percent of the soldiers had been reassigned—with restrictions—as common soldiers, since they had only been following the orders of their senior officers.
Hilde's situation was difficult. She was from a noble family, and had been a first lieutenant in the Schutzstaffel, serving directly under Genitz, at just fifteen years old. However, after her encounter with Lud and Sven, and especially after Genitz rejected her, she had effectively betrayed the Schutzstaffel and joined the effort to liberate the royal capital. Through the king's good graces, she did not face charges of treason. But she wasn't completely cleared either.
I'm a soldier, so I know I have to accept this decision.
Nonetheless, she found herself in circumstances that made her sigh in resignation.
Hilde had carried the burden of being alone in a family of warriors, and had tried to become a soldier. In pursuit of that goal, she had become narrow in mind and warped in spirit. But through her encounters with others, she had started to seek new possibilities.
She had grown tired of familial obligation and was looking for a new way of life when she became involved in the recent commotion in the capital. She had been cleared of the charges, but Genitz's ideas had influenced her. She was now free of his control, but the military wouldn't simply overlook her actions and say, "Oh, that's all right." She had to go through military training again and then decide whether she wanted to continue military service. In short, her probation included reentering military academy.
It's a hassle, but there's nothing I can do since so many people have gone out of their way for me.
Supreme Commander Elvin and even the king had been involved in the decision. It was actually a compassionate measure, so she should be thankful for this punishment. If she had been ten years older, she would have gone to prison. She understood that. But still...
"She looks terrifying! No wonder she was in the Schutzstaffel!"
These were the types of comments she now heard.
"... sigh..."
She sighed a third time.
Dangoltinoza Officer's School was also known as the Preparatory School for Young Ladies. But that didn't mean it was a girls' school. In all of Wiltia... No, in all of the European continent, no military school was as undemanding as this school. The graduates would become mere functionaries assigned deskwork. The school's nickname had come from graduates of the more macho and rigorous military schools as an insult to the students at Dangoltinoza, whether they were men or women.
Elvin and the king showed consideration for me.
They must have thought the students at other schools would bully her for being former Schutzstaffel. So they arranged for her admission to this much quieter, less competitive school. Hilde was keenly aware of the thoughtfulness shown by the adults involved.
"Hilde, what's the matter? You're making that scary face again."
"Oh... Lillie."
The good-natured girl speaking to the frowning Hilde, was named Lillie.
"As usual, you're being unfriendly again. You're pretty, so you should smile more!"
"I can't be nice because things are as usual. Besides, I'm not pretty."
Hilde wasn't in a good mood, but her reply wasn't cold enough to push Lillie away.
"You can't help it. You know our school's reputation. This is the Prep School for Young Ladies."
Lillie found this funny and laughed.
"If you have something to say, then say it."
In the three months since Hilde had entered school, Lillie was the only person to really speak to her. Other students, the instructors, the old ladies in the cafeteria and old men in the school shop all tensed when they saw Hilde. It frightened them that she had been in the Schutzstaffel.
"Let's go have lunch. You haven't eaten, have you?"
"Um... no."
At Lillie's invitation, Hilde stood and they left the classroom. She could hear the chatter pick up behind her as soon as she closed the door. As she set off down the hall, she tried to ignore the vicious talk.
Dangoltinoza Officer's School was more like a vocational training school than a military training facility. Most of the students were from middle-class families in Berun. Lillie's family owned a restaurant in Berun's business district. It was spacious enough to host a fairly lavish wedding if all the seats were reserved. They weren't nobles or merchant princes.
Parents who wanted to provide their children with a sufficient education sent them to Dangoltinoza. While Wiltia had been fighting a ten-year war, it spent its education budget on cannon shells. So during the war, in order to increase the number of schools, many became military schools in name only. Less than half the graduates would ever actually see military service.
"Is it hard, Hilde?"
After entering the cafeteria and finding a table, Lillie began poking at her lunch.
"Um..."
After thinking a moment, Hilde answered.
"To be honest, it's not so bad."
"Really?"
Lillie looked impressed, but Hilde wasn't trying to sound tough.
When Hilde was growing up, people had called her a fallen noble and a black dog, and her own father had called her a child of Polpora. Compared to such open ridicule, discrimination, and contempt, being feared was nothing. At least no one was throwing rocks at her.
Above all, during the months leading to her reenlistment in school, she had almost died several times. Compared to those days, school was peaceful.
"But it's annoying to hear everyone whispering about me."
"Well, the way you first reacted didn't help."
"Ugh..."
On the first day of school, Hilde had grown so angry at all the whispers mixing fact and fiction, she had yelled out, "You got some kinda problem with me?!" Then she had glared at one girl who was especially loud.
That girl was the leader of the female students, and Hilde's ferocity caused her to burst into tears. But Hilde's current situation wasn't because she made the leader her enemy. It was because she had behaved like a rabid dog from the Schutzstaffel who was beyond the reach of even a class leader at a school like Dangoltinoza Officer's School. At this rate, there was no chance of a normal student coming near her.
"Your glare is too sharp."
"That's not true."
Lillie looked impressed, as well as astounded, but Hilde meant what she said.
"I know a man whose eyes are so fierce, even as he goes about everyday affairs, that women, children and even grown men freeze with fear!"
Hilde had suddenly recalled the baker in Organbaelz.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-06-[J-Novel-Club][Premium]/chapter2.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 6
Chapter 2: A Certain Maintenance Worker's Monologue, Part 2
My name is Daian Fortuner. In a world abandoned by its god, I continue polishing his throne even though he will never return to it. Of all the maintenance workers in the world, my existence is the most absurd. I spent hundreds of millions of seconds in pointless activity before I happened upon that baby.
He was a miraculous survivor of the lost European Empire. I had neither the obligation nor the authority to raise him. However, in addition to my maintenance and inspection responsibilities, I have a duty to protect any human being inside the tower. I could have reported it to the tower manager and let him handle it. However, I am the only machine in the tower that moves. Thus, I had an obligation to protect the baby until someone arrived who could be entrusted to do so.
Thus, I needed to supply the baby with the necessary nourishment for life support. Thus, I had an obligation to clean his excretory organ after he defecated, because he could not manage it himself. Thus, I had an obligation to dress him in clothes to keep warm and prevent him from dying in the cold temperatures. And, I had an obligation to induce a sound sleep for the preservation of his mental balance by humming music to him when he cried from loneliness.
I prepared everything. The factories still ran. They were the fruits of an ancient empire. With water, air and light, they could create any substance. Food, beverages, clothes, beds, sheets, and toys that would rattle when shaken... I needed designs to fabricate those things, but fortunately I had the data for that. I could perform the necessary duties for his protection without any difficulty. I had spent 315,360,000 seconds—about ten years—during which no one came to take him in.
To be honest, raising him was a little... No, it was a lot of fun. For a long, long millennium, I had done nothing but steadily perform maintenance. Compared to that, a human baby was surprisingly entertaining. After one year, he stood up. After two years, he spoke. After three years, he was able to communicate with me. And after five years, when I left for my tower maintenance rounds, he followed me.
Such fun! He never tired of watching me. So I decided to discharge one more duty. In case someone finally came to retrieve him, I decided to impart knowledge to him so he might easily form relationships with others. However, I could only use data stored in the tower to give him knowledge of ancient Europea, which had perished long ago. I taught him all the knowledge I had: science, math, physics, engineering, chemistry, medicine, pharmaceutics and astronomy.
Europea had perished, but what had happened outside the tower since? Were they beginning history all over from the beginning? If so, perhaps this child was the only recipient of the knowledge that was the pinnacle of progress and which no one else inherited. Well, that didn't matter.
"Why did Europea perish?"
He asked me this question one day. It was an honest question. I imparted more knowledge and he greedily absorbed it. Why had the empire perished despite its omnipotence? It would be strange not to wonder about this.
"Europea sought a god. Do you know what a god is?"
I taught the boy by directing questions back at him. The computer banks said this was the best way to insert knowledge into a human being.
"Something absolute?"
He answered correctly and to the point. Such a god was different from the gods of religion. A god was something absolute and infallible, and capable of judging everything correctly.
"Europea sought the absolute. To be correct, it sought something that would secure the absolute."
Something that would make right what it deemed to be right. And make wrong what it deemed to be wrong. And separate light from shade and white from black. Furthermore, it was a being that would make the people obey.
"People cannot rule themselves. Conflict arises and wars occur because division and reunification are the nature of life."
Nonetheless, the people of Europea would not give up. They sought the absolute, longed for god, and for the honor of being god's people.
"So the Europeans decided to become gods together."
"What do you mean by together?"
The boy was tilting his head in incomprehension. It was understandable. To be honest, this had even been hard for me to understand.
"The part of human beings that makes them human is surprisingly small."
Genes are the blueprints within the human body that determine the human form. Only 3 percent of those genes are different from other creatures and make human beings what they are. At the same time, the people of Europea believed something purely human existed inside the spirit.
"What is a god? It is something that transcends humanity. People who are purely human are no longer human. They are superhuman. And the Europeans concluded that the superhuman was god."
The people of Europea cybernetically enhanced their brains and synchronized their spirits. More than ten million people were joined into one, as if thereby summoning a god. They connected the god-like component that existed within each human being to finally create a god.
Inside this tower existed a dense body of information believed to be a god and enshrined in a giant server. And it provided all human beings with accurate, complete, and absolute answers. The people of Europea, "God's people," acquired perfect stillness and absolute peace by living in all ways as God told them, from morning to night, and from birth unto death. Thus, the people finally obtained the ultimate freedom.
"The freedom to renounce freedom." Release from the necessity of making a choice.
"Their god decided everything and they lived accordingly to their last breath."
"That's right."
The boy looked as if he had heard something horrible.
"How could such a country perish?"
Once again, the boy asked. However, its meaning sounded slightly different this time.
I purposely answered him as if offering a riddle.
"That's easy. They incurred God's wrath."
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Lovestruck Prince!/Lovestruck-Prince!-Volume-02-[Cross-Infinite-World][Kobo]/body25.txt
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Epilogue: Happiness Forevermore
Epilogue: Happiness Forevermore
THE day we celebrated our second-year graduation was in the middle of a beautiful autumn. There wasn't so much as a cloud in the sky, to the point that the heavens seemed open to us. It was as bright as Elizabeth and my future together, and it felt as though I could soar.
As my mind wandered, the carriage completed its short course along the cobbled roads to the la Montlivere Mansion, Elizabeth's home. Harold ushered me to the front gates, where my fiancée was already waiting with one of her maids.
"Thank you very much for visiting, Your Royal Highness."
Her words were standard and formal as always, but her smile seemed especially gentle. She led me through the gate and into the atrium, revealing the duke's mansion in all its grandeur. The vaulted ceilings reached as high as the heavens themselves.
Finally, we arrived in the front foyer, where I found the duke and duchess—both of whom seemed nervous—as well as Elizabeth's two older brothers awaiting us. I knew that the brothers were often busy maintaining the realm. If even they were here, His Grace clearly meant business. My palms began to sweat.
"Thank you for receiving me so cordially," I managed to say.
"Of course!" His Grace said with an equally nervous smile. "I consider it a pleasure and a privilege to see you."
"I brought you a gift," I said, reaching for the parcel in Harold's hands. "The palace pâtissier put a great deal of effort into—"
I cut myself short as I realized my critical error. The package contained a custom variety of sweets and confections, including cakes, macarons, chocolate truffles, and more. It was an assortment of all Elizabeth's favorite things, carefully chosen from the desserts she enjoyed most during her visits to the palace. In other words, it was a perfect gift for Elizabeth, whereas courtesy dictated I bring a gift for the whole House la Montlivere.
Harold, noticing my troubled look, narrowed his eyes.
"I had assumed you chose this willingly," he whispered. "Was it not your intent?"
"It wasn't," I whispered back.
"I see."
Despite our low voices, Elizabeth's entire family could likely hear our every word. Elizabeth herself blushed and averted her gaze. She was pleased by my gift, but more than that, she was embarrassed by my blunder.
It's not that bad, is it? I hope it's not.
I was there to formally ask for Elizabeth's hand in marriage as well as to codify our engagement anew. I'd been planning to do so ever since the morning of Lars' first appearance.
With a gift like this, I was off to the worst start imaginable. Ignoring her family so pointedly was like openly declaring that I loved Elizabeth to the point that I'd lost my mind, and most self-respecting families would show a suitor like that to the door.
To be fair, I do love her to the point of insanity and beyond.
"Today is truly perfect weather for—"
"You must be thirsty! We've prepared some light refreshments for you."
I tried to change the topic, but the duke had the same idea, and we ended up interrupting each other. The duke seemed bothered that he had interrupted me when I was trying to get straight to the point, but it wasn't the time or place for that. Manners dictated that we move to a parlor first.
"Let me show you the way," His Grace finally said, standing to lead the way out of the room. He seemed as composed as before, but I knew that he was still as flustered as I was.
Oh, how am I such a mess?! I've been engaged to her for nine whole years now. How am I this nervous?!
Fortunately, I'd recomposed myself by the time we relocated and started a bit of small talk with Elizabeth's brothers with my dignity intact. The table the drinks were on was a tad too far away from the seats for us to sit and talk, but the room was arranged so that we could stand and chat without difficulty. The duke knew I would be too tense to sit down during our conversation.
I fixed my eyes on His Grace at Elizabeth's side, the man who would soon become my father-in-law. On her other side was the duchess, and behind them, her brothers. Elizabeth's posture was as flawless as always, but her cheeks were more flushed than usual, and her smile was strained enough to suggest she was nervous.
Her eyes met mine, and she gave me courage. I wasn't the smitten little boy who cried himself to sleep over her beauty anymore. There was only one thing I had to say.
"I swear I will make Lady Elizabeth—your fair daughter—happy. Rest assured, I'll care for her with all my heart and soul."
The kingdom had been stable for years. Our political influence was slowly on the rise, but that was no excuse for me to grow complacent. I had to work all the harder for her.
The duke's face reddened slightly, and I caught a hint of a tear in the duchess' eye. Letting their daughter marry had to be a herculean feat, even if it aligned with her own will. If she happened to give birth to a daughter, we would surely—
No, I can't. I swear I'm about to cry.
I bit my lip as the duke nodded readily.
"I was always so proud of the letters she would write you as a child," he said. "I know well that you've likewise treasured her for many years."
Between his wording and the look he was giving me, the subtext was clear. He knew my affections for her had been purely one-sided until recently, and he pitied me greatly for it.
This is far more painful than I thought it'd be. Her parents understood all those love poems I wrote her, then, but she didn't? That stings.
He cast a sidelong glance at his daughter. She was blushing embarrassedly, but I could tell from the smile on her face that she was genuinely happy. He then made eye contact with me and pointedly cleared his throat.
Suddenly, it clicked.
What if, between the many years I took to confess my love to her and Elizabeth's failure to sort out her own feelings for me, her parents were also troubled?
It was a passing thought, but the duke and duchess both seemed genuinely happy. Her father turned to me and said the same thing he told me when I was a young boy.
"Please take good care of Elizabeth, Your Royal Highness."
The duchess pressed a kerchief into the corners of her eyes, overcome by emotion. Elizabeth smiled at both of her parents in turn before looking at me.
"Just being by your side is all the happiness I'll need, Prince Vincent."
"Likewise, Elizabeth."
Our future stretched infinitely before us as the light of the setting sun cast its rosy spell. The refreshing breeze that drifted in from the open window carried with it a hundred hopes and dreams.
Oh, I wish I could marry her tomorrow, I thought before composing myself and taking her hands in mine.
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Afterword
Afterword
HELLO again, Shakushineko here. How did you enjoy volume two of Lovestruck Prince: I'll Fight the Heroine for My Villainess Fiancée!? I feel like I once again wrote something to appeal to my own tastes, but I hope you enjoyed it.
I was content with this volume since I was able to use both an evil dragon plotline and have the "villainess" play the villain. I also enjoyed writing about the villainess getting along so well with the heroine—though I realize the second half of the title doesn't quite fit the story anymore. After all, I initially only planned for the story to be a single volume.
As I was writing, though, I felt sorry for poor Vincent, having to react so fully to not only Elizabeth and Raphael this time around, but also Lecia and Leohardt—and that's without even mentioning Harold or Lars. Speaking of Lars, I originally planned on having him speak when he got enough mana, just like the black cat did in the first volume, but I knew he'd be a little too talkative for his own good, so I silenced him. Sorry, little guy, it's for the best.
Lars and Leohardt were written to be foils for Vincent. In the first volume, Lars fell in love with Elizabeth just like Vincent, but he tried to make her life worse instead of improving himself. Leohardt was different in that he actively worked on his persona as Vincent did, but he failed to balance that with his inner obsessions. I feel like they both improved somewhat through their relationships with Elizabeth and Vincent, though.
This time around, I'd also like to announce the manga version's release through MAGCOMI's website through the talents of Mimu Oyamada. New chapters are slated to release on the 15th of each month. The characters are all drawn so charmingly, and they're even more lively than in my novels! The first volume was released in June 2022, and Vincent is certainly put to work! If you read the manga version after this, I'm sure you'll be moved by how much Vincent and Elizabeth have grown since then. I certainly was. If you're able to check it out, I highly recommend it!
To cap things off, I'd like to thank everyone involved in the production of this volume. Once again, Yukiko's art was spot-on, and my editor was always able to put a smile on my face when I was feeling discouraged. I'd also like to thank the publishing staff and readers alike. Whether you've been here since the first volume or are new to the story, I really appreciate you.
Well, then—until we meet again!
April 1st, 2021
Shakushineko
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 04
Chapter Three: Tyrant Dragon Rex
"Oh… Oh…"
A huge dinosaur appeared in the sky. I didn't call it a dragon on purpose. It looked exactly like a dinosaur.
To be more specific, it looked like an overgrown Tyrannosaurus Rex, but meaner and scarier.
It wasn't like a normal monster in the field. It was a dinosaur. A rift opened in the sky above us, and the massive beast came crashing down into the mansion.
"Ha, ha, ha! For the glory of God!"
The mansion collapsed under the weight of the dinosaur. Then, with insanity still in his eyes, the nobleman was instantly crushed under the foot of the advancing beast.
He was crazy all the way until the end. And he did crazy things until the end. How were we supposed to defeat such a huge monster?
"We're all escaping together! Filo, you understand?!"
"Yeah!"
Filo ran back to the courtyard entrance, and picked up Nice Guy and Keel before running away.
Raphtalia, Melty, and I all took off running in unison. We made for the property exit.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 04
Attempting to scoop her into his jaws right then and there, he ran forward.
"No avoiding it then…"
The enormous Filolial Queen raised her foot and kicked the dinosaur.
But she seemed to have been holding back, as she didn't put much of her weight into it.
Regardless, when the kick connected, the Tyrant Dragon Rex went flying like a kickball.
The Tyrant Dragon Rex came crashing down in the dirt and then rose shakily to its feet.
Then it quickly turned and attempted to swing its powerful tail at the Filolial.
"Weak."
The Filolial raised a wing to block the tail easily. The Tyrant Dragon Rex roared in anger, bared its fangs and rushed at the Filolial Queen.
"Hiya!"
The Filolial Queen reared back and kicked the dinosaur's jaw hard.
Flipping backwards like a rag doll, the dinosaur crashed to the ground.
In a flash, the Filolial was beside it, kicking at its torso. The dinosaur flew into the air.
The huge beast was suspended in the air!
"Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!"
Without touching down, the Filolial delivered a series of kicks that kept them suspended. She was blindingly fast.
What the hell?! I considered myself an experienced gamer, but I'd never seen a combo like that.
It was like a fighting game. It was like an aerial combo. A counter indicating the number of successive hits appeared before my eyes. At the end it read 35 HITS!
The difference in strength was apparent—overwhelming.
With a final slam, the dinosaur came crashing down. The combo was over. The beast rose on unsteady legs.
Immediately afterwards, a large magical seal appeared in the air.
"Is it going to cast a spell?"
The Filolial Queen readied herself.
Then the beast leaned forward. I thought it was going to cast a spell, but instead it opened its mouth—and a massive pillar of flame came roaring out of it.
Whoa. I could feel the heat on my skin from across the field.
Had I been hit with an attack like that, I don't think even the Shield of Rage could have withstood it.
The Tyrant Dragon Rex was running at the Filolial and breathing fire. No matter how large she might have been, if the pillar of flame hit her she'd be roasted alive.
"Lukewarm."
The Filolial raised a wing, or I thought she did, and stopped the pillar of flame without blinking.
What was this? Some kind of monster battle? We were standing in the field and watching but didn't have anything to contribute.
"Let's end this."
The Filolial raised her wings and crossed them before her.
I've seen something like that before.
The second I thought that, the massive Filolial Queen appeared to blur before immediately reappearing behind the Dinosaur.
Yup, that was Filo's trump card, a magic attack called Haikuikku.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Her claws tore through the monster time and time again until, finally, the dinosaur fell to pieces and died.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 04
"Well…"
I pointed to Filo's head, and Filo herself followed my gaze. She reached up and…
"What's that? There's something weird on my head!"
Filo screamed and nearly jumped. She grabbed the clump of hair and…
Rip!
"Wh?!"
She pulled it right off.
Filo was really something. It looked like it must have really hurt.
"Ouch!"
It must have hurt, but Filo seemed proud of herself for getting rid of it.
Boing!
But after she'd torn it off, another strand of hair popped up to take its place.
"Another one?!"
"What?!"
Filo's eyes filled with tears as, time and time again, she ripped the cowlicks off of her head. A new one always popped up to take its place though, and so she eventually gave up and hung her head.
It was a weird little cowlick,
"It'll only keep growing back, so you'd better give up. The more you grow, the more cowlicks you'll have."
"What? But I don't want…"
Filo was looking at the cowlicks on Fitoria's head.
What did the Legendary Filolial have in mind by giving something like that to Filo?
I decided to have a look at Filo's status screen.
Her stats had improved.
It seemed like the tiara had conferred some abilities and status improvements.
Considering that, for the time being anyway, Filo had maxed out her level up potential, it was a good reward.
"And for the Shield Hero…"
"Huh? I get something too?"
Fitoria pointed in my direction, then curled her finger up and beckoned for me to come over.
Wait a second. If I walked over there, was she going to give me cowlicks too?
"I don't need a new hairstyle."
"Hairstyle?"
I didn't explain further. It would only cause a fuss if I did.
"It's better than that. And it will heal your wounds."
"Well, then…"
I didn't know what she was going to give me, but I hoped it wasn't anything too weird.
I probably couldn't have refused anyway, so I walked over to her. She reached out and touched my torso, healing my wounds. I hadn't been able to completely heal them, so there had been a dull pain in the area. She took the pain away.
"Show me your Shield."
She pointed to the shield and motioned for me to hold it up.
"Like this?"
I held the shield up. Fitoria pulled out her cowlick and held it up to the center of the shield.
The shield immediately reacted and absorbed the hair.
Filolial Series Forcibly Unlocked!
"Forcibly unlocked?"
I checked the tree, and there was a "Filolial Shield" glowing on it.
It had a bunch of equip bonuses that all seemed to benefit Filolials, like power and growth adjustment (large, medium, small), detailed growth stat adjustment (large, medium, small), and others.
One that immediately jumped out at me was called Ability While Riding (large, medium, small). It must have meant that Filo would fight better with someone riding on her back.
Still, my level wasn't high enough to use most of the shield's abilities. Luckily the shield was unlocked, so if I just met the requirements I'd be able to use its powers.
It looked like the requirements had been met to unlock any shield related to Filolials.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome. However I still have something I would like to discuss with you."
"What's that?"
"I'd rather talk in private."
This was becoming a rather strange reward.
Hey—did this mean that all of the Filolial's powers were concentrated into those cowlicks?
Filo couldn't level up anymore, at least for now. So I suppose it was a good thing.
"Um… Uh…"
Melty was hesitant, and somewhat embarrassed, to speak to Fitoria.
"What?"
"That was just to test Filo, right? You weren't…using me?"
"Of course not. Isn't there anything you want, Meltan?"
"Um… Can you become a really big Filolial and let me ride on your head?"
Oddly engaged and passionate, Melty made her request.
"…Very well."
Fitoria seemed a little put out, but as she pat Melty on the head, she started to grow larger. Then she smiled deeply.
"Wow…"
Then, just as she'd promised, she set Melty onto her head.
"It's so high up here!"
Melty was very excited.
"Shield Hero, please back up a little."
"Okay."
I stepped back as I was asked.
And… Fitoria soon grew to be about eighteen meters tall.
Just how big could she get? She was like a building.
"Wow! Wow!"
Melty's voice came down on the wind. Was it okay to take her so far from the ground?
But seriously, just how big could she get?
Or maybe that was her real size, and she had just transformed to match our size.
"Wow…"
Melty seemed very relaxed.
"It's like a dream…"
"Too bad it's not."
Filo was powerful enough to defeat a dragon, and that girl had used her like a toy… that wasn't a good sign.
"Now then. The day has only just started. I'd like for you all to get a little more rest."
"Sure—if you'll take us to where we want to go later."
"We'll talk about that later. For the time being, just try to relax. My friends here also extend their greetings."
"GAHHH!"
"What? Celebrate the birth of a new queen? You mean me?"
"Congratulations Filo! Ah, ha, ha! Look how happy the Filolials are!"
The other Filolials all crowded around Filo and lifted her up.
"M…Me?"
They had picked up Raphtalia as well.
What was going on? We were suddenly very popular.
We spent the rest of the day with the Filolials. It was a festival-like atmosphere.
So there we were in seclusion. But once we left, how long would it be until the rest of the world believed in us too?
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 04
Chapter Eight: Judgment
Filo's wings were standing up straight. She quickly reverted to her Filolial Queen form and ran back down the path she'd come up. She plucked Melty up and set her on her back. Raphtalia was about to duck to the ground, but Filo reached out for her.
"What?!"
"Me!"
"Wh… What's happening, Filo?!"
"AHHHHHH!"
"I… I'm the princess. I don't care what your emotions might be doing to you. You cannot just pick me up and…"
She must have used Haikuikku, because she was just a blur. She ran through Motoyasu and Bitch, kicking them left and right as she ran for me.
Huh? Who would have thought Motoyasu would be so easily defeated?
Then I noticed that I was clearly out of breath.
Furthermore, it looked like neither Motoyasu nor Bitch had taken any damage.
"Hey, Filo…. Ugh!"
Suddenly Filo, and everyone else, friend and foe alike, were lying in a pile at my feet.
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Astrea Record: Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? Tales of Heroes, Vol. 2
It was a gesture of love. Innocent, childlike love for the members of her familia. Aiz was young and shy, awkward with words and expressions. She simply stated exactly what she was feeling.
Riveria closed her eyes in thought for a moment, then kneeled on the ground, bringing her jade-green eyes in line with Aiz's golden gaze.
"…I'm happy you care about me, Aiz, I really am," she said, choosing her words carefully. "But do not forget that I feel the same way about you. I worry about your safety, even more than I do mine. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"…Okay."
At last, the young girl nodded. To anyone else, the pair would seem a perfectly ordinary mother and child.
"Now, come," said Riveria. "Let's get that blood cleaned up."
"Mm…"
Sensing she was no longer angry, Aiz trotted over to Riveria. Like a docile kitten, she submitted her face for a cleaning from Riveria's snow-white scarf.
Riveria couldn't help but smile at the girl as she scrubbed Aiz's cheeks clean, but her smile vanished when she looked down at the crimson stains on her neckerchief.
"Aiz…don't ever get used to the smell of blood. To kill another person is something that should be abhorred." She looked down with despondent eyes. "Remember that. Never forget that it's people you're fighting, not monsters."
In the tone of her voice was something rarely heard from the mouth of one so wise and noble as she. Aiz didn't answer this earnest plea at first. Perhaps she didn't quite understand. She simply stared back with big, round eyes.
"Riveria…" she said at last. "Why do people kill each other?"
"…!"
Riveria's eyes flew wide.
"I know about the Evils," Aiz went on, "but…don't we have other things to fight?"
From the mouths of babes came the pure and ugly truth.
"Shouldn't we be fighting the monsters instead of each other?"
A chill wind blew through the shattered city streets. Only after a long silence did Riveria open her mouth to speak.
"…You're right, Aiz. You're absolutely right."
She looked to the sky, for she could change nothing here on earth.
"What fools we are…to spill the blood of our brethren."
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Astrea Record: Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? Tales of Heroes, Vol. 2
PROLOGUE A City Shrouded in Darkness
Somebody said, "Remember the stars. They have not forgotten how to shine."
Somebody cried. "How can we see the stars when dark clouds gather and hide them from us?"
Somebody sneered, "Just like how evil swallowed the justice everyone took for granted."
It was raining. Water fell like tears from the clouds above. The color of the sky didn't seem real. An all-encompassing gray, neither light nor dark, like a rotting lichen spread out across the heavens, trapping those who still walked the earth in the crevice between night and day.
It could have been mistaken for limbo, teetering on the precipice between this world and the next, if not for the presence of graves—countless graves that lay unmoving beneath the pounding rain. No, this was very much the world of the living. And this was a garden of the dead, a bleak cemetery located within the walls of the Labyrinth City.
"………"
A handful of gods stood together, vastly outnumbered by the graves. Even calling them graves was a stretch, for many were little more than holes in the ground, covered with dirt and simply marked with broken weapons or wooden sticks. No coffins, no headstones. Nothing but the cold earth to entomb the soulless bodies of their fallen children.
All of them lost their lives in a single night. The night that evil was born in Orario.
"This tragedy has claimed the lives of many adventurers and innocent townsfolk…"
Her walnut hair glistened with tears. Astrea, goddess of justice, addressed her fellow deities with a profound sadness in her eyes, which were the same color as the sea of stars. She stood, as they all did, exposed to the pouring rain while staring across the field of death that stretched far into the distance.
"Even now, their numbers grow," she added.
The never-ending burials. Ceaseless blood and tears. Even the First Cemetery, where adventurers were usually buried, was not enough to house them. Instead, the congregation stood in a hastily constructed extension.
The atmosphere was beyond dismal. Astrea stared down at her feet, while the god beside her let out a wail.
"Oh, my children, my children, I have failed you! No words can possibly express how sorry I am!"
It was Ganesha. His loud, booming voice was almost enough to dispel the gloom, and his tears nearly outpaced the rain. They poured from under his elephant mask, staining his clothes.
"It is pathetic! Pathetic! That I, the god of the masses, can do nothing but scream and holler!!"
Today, no one begrudged him his tears. No one told him to shut up or be quiet. In fact, they envied him for his ability to grieve so openly. They all wished they could do the same.
A little off to the side, Hermes spoke to the graves of his fallen followers, so numerous he didn't have the luxury of visiting them one by one. "The souls of our children are long departed," he said cynically. "There is no one beneath the earth to hear our pleas or ease our regrets."
The ways of an eternal god could seem callous to mortals, yet as he thought of those he'd lost, Hermes pulled the brim of his hat down over his eyes.
"This is just a mortal custom," he told himself. "A meaningless gesture, and yet…"
"And yet, if we do not pray for them, who will?"
Astrea finished his words with a firm nod, her sad indigo eyes now set on the uncertain sky.
"Our other children fight on, even now. Evil denies them their moment of grief."
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Afterword
Afterword
This work is a novelization of a scenario featured in Wright Flyer Studio's mobile game Danmachi: Memoria Freese. There have been revisions and amendments in order to make it suitable for publication. I hope this makes it enjoyable for those who have previously played the game, as well as those who have not.
One day in 2020, I was taken to a room and sat down in front of the GA Bunko editorial department's latest assassin, Mr. Usami, for a nice, quiet Talk regarding a new project in the works.
"Mr. Omori," he started out. "How would you like to novelize Astrea Record?"
"No, thanks," I quickly replied. Then, after a moment's thought, I added, "I can't."
The idea of picking up my pen and returning to a project advertised as being equivalent to one-and-a-half cours of anime made my head hurt. I also didn't understand the point of rewriting a script I had already nearly died finishing for the game.
"But you can't not release a book."
"It's an important part of the setting."
"The fans will riot."
"You will do it, won't you?"
"Won't you?"
Before I knew it, I was locked in a room as dark as the Orario of seven years past, forced to revisit that harrowing tale of good and evil.
So if you read this book and enjoyed it, you have only one person to thank. Once per day, you must clap your hands and shout at the top of your lungs, "Thank you, Usami!!"
Astrea Record. A tale I have steeled myself to tell once more. There will be three parts. If you have made it this far, then I know my efforts were not for naught.
Now for the acknowledgments. To my lord and master Usami. Though I may have sullied your name in the preceding paragraphs, this work would truly not have been possible without you. Thank you for all your help and support. To my illustrator, Kakage. Thank you for gracing this volume with your beautiful and adorable designs! The first time I saw your depictions of Alize and the girls, my heart leaped out of my chest. I very much look forward to working with you again in the future. And finally, I express my deepest thanks to Wright Flyer Studios and everyone else who assisted in the adaption of this story.
Stay tuned for Volume 2, Fall of Justice.
I hope you will follow these girls' struggles to their bitter end.
—Fujino Omori
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
Chapter Ten: Traveling Merchant
The next morning we went to the tailor, and that Otaku girl was waiting for us at the door, a wide smile on her face.
"It took me all night, but I finished! I think you're going to like it."
She'd stayed up all night, but she was still chipper—practically bouncing off the walls. She ran back behind the counter and returned with Filo's new clothes in hand.
It was basically a white one-piece dress, but there was a large blue ribbon in the center. It was fringed here and there with blue ribbon for contrast. You could tell with one glance that it was well-made and made full advantage of the materials.
It had a "simple is best" esthetic, the sort of clothing that chooses its wearer.
"Master! Am I supposed to wear this?"
"Yeah."
"Yay!"
She threw off the cape and stood there completely naked.
"Stop that."
"But . . ."
Raphtalia stopped her and led her into the back of the shop.
"Okay, so try transforming into your monster form."
I could hear the tailor's voice echoing in the back room.
"Why?"
"If you don't, the ribbon will dig into you."
"Oh no!"
That was an odd threat to make.
"Okay!"
I heard a loud thump as she transformed, and then . . .
"Yup . . . I knew it would look good."
She sounded rather self-satisfied.
"Okay, let's get going!"
"Yay!"
All the girls came out from the back room together, and I got my first look at Filo.
She was already a cute girl. But with the clothes and her white wings, she really did look like an angel. She was in a white one-piece dress with a large blue ribbon on her chest as an accent. She was like a little 2D child angel heroine!
"Master!"
"Huh?"
"How do I look?"
"It suits you well."
This Otaku girl really knew what she was doing. Who else could have come up with a design that worked so well with Filo's appearance and specs.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 02
Chapter Eighteen: Diseased Village
We ended up camping that night.
We had left all the food just sitting in the carts, but Filo seemed to be having her way with it, so we'd just leave it like that for a while.
During the time we had spent on the road, we heard rumors of another famine in the north. We decided to take a detour to the southwest to pick up more food. They would have trouble keeping it anyway, and we could probably sell it for a good price.
"I'm hungry!"
Filo stuck her head under the tarp we'd covered the carts with and started fishing around for food.
"Oh, yummmmmmmmies!"
I'd heard that before.
Filo had finished with her growth spurt but still ate a ton of food. The amount she went through every day was pretty unbelievable. She paid for it by pulling us all down the road at a brisk pace. It was almost too brisk, really. We had to stop and make repairs to the carts relatively frequently.
"What happened?"
I thought about changing out the wooden parts for metal ones. Filo was always complaining about how light things were. But thinking about the improved durability made me wonder just how much it would end up costing.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
Epilogue: As a Shield…
"It's nothing."
"Weirdo."
I was positively surrounded by crazy people.
Even if she had thrown a fit, I decided to just chalk it up to a mood.
"What do you say we get to sleep early and get a fresh start tomorrow?"
These last few days, really ever since we met Melty at the diseased village, it's all been so busy. So much had happened.
We'd almost died a few times. Lots of bad things had happened, but if our current travels were successful, then it would all be worth it.
Plus, I had another party member who believed in me. Honestly, I was glad.
I was still shocked that I'd been able to trust Bitch's sister, though.
If we trusted each other, we could prove my innocence. At the end of my journey, I felt like there was a little spark of hope.
As for tonight, I would sleep soundly.
I had to—I had friends that were relying on me.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 03
The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol. 3
© 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.
Written by Aneko Yusagi
Character Design Seira Minami
Cover Design by Yusuke Koyama
English Edition Published by One Peace Books 2016
One Peace Books
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www.onepeacebooks.com
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
Epilogue
The feast was long over. We found a room that hadn't been used—a dusty servant's room—and rested there.
It was nothing like the last time I'd stayed in the castle. That piece of trash of a king seemed like he would do whatever he could to heap misery on me.
That's what I'd call him. Trash.
As for Myne, I'd already decided to call her Bitch . . . And it was only fitting, considering her behavior.
As for Motoyasu, I'd call him Man Whore . . . or no . . . Clown.
Then again, I suppose it was possible that he was just being used by Bitch, so I decided to hold off with his nickname for the time being.
Raphtalia saw that I wasn't eating much and went out for a while.
"The cooks gave me some food from the kitchen that was going to be thrown out."
"Ah . . . Thanks."
She gave me something like a sandwich, and I ate it.
"I'm afraid it's probably not very good . . ."
I couldn't taste it anyway, so it didn't matter what I ate. I took a bite.
"Huh?!"
I'd been expecting something flavorless and gross, but it reminded me more of the first meal I'd had here.
Was I imagining things? One more bite.
"What is it?"
"It . . . I . . . I can taste it."
"Hm?"
"Ever since they framed me, I haven't been able to taste anything."
But why? Even though I'd done all that crying, I felt tears welling up again.
I didn't know that being able to taste food would feel so . . . so warm, so good.
"Good, I'm happy. You always made such delicious food for me, and I was sad to see that you were unable to enjoy it yourself."
She smiled and took a big bite of her own sandwich.
"Let's eat all kinds of yummy things together."
"Sure."
Someone believed me. Just that fact made me feel . . . lighter.
My sense of taste vanished when Myne betrayed me . . . but it was back.
It was all because she believed in me, all because of Raphtalia.
Who knew that being trusted and believed in would make your heart so light?
"What should we do tomorrow? Want to level up? Or make money?"
"Right . . . I want to get new equipment with our reward money. We're a month behind the others, and so that's where we need to start. Let's find a good place to work."
Now I would have to fight to save this world again. But this time, I'd be with the one person who understood and believed in me.
I didn't want to. I was afraid so many times, but I made up my mind to stay positive, if only for Raphtalia. How else could I repay her trust?
"Mr. Naofumi?"
"What?"
"Let's do our best."
"Right on!"
I didn't want to just stay alive anymore. I wanted to actually move forward because she believed in me.
It was a whole new world, full of dreams and adventures, like an anime or a game. But it was a horrible place as well. But I . . . I still wanted to try.
I wanted to try for myself—and Raphtalia, too.
"Raphtalia."
"What is it?"
It might have been rude, but I leaned over and kissed the cheek of the girl who believed in me.
"Thank you."
"Ah . . . ahhhhh . . ."
"Um . . . Sorry? I guess you don't like that kind of thing."
"No, I . . . I . . . Oh . . . Um . . ."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. That was rude. I won't do it again."
"It's okay!"
I got it. She was filled with purpose, and it was rude to do something like that to her, so she got angry. I learned an important lesson.
Had this been an anime, they would have depicted us in a physical relationship. But in the real world, that wasn't going to happen.
There it was—that bad habit of mine. That way of thinking wasn't going to work.
This wasn't a dream world. It was reality, just a different reality. If I treated it like a fantasy game or anime, I was going to end up hurt. We needed a solid plan if we wanted to survive.
Raphtalia squeezed my hand, and I squeezed hers back.
We'd be okay; we could overcome whatever we were faced with. If I was with someone who believed in me, I could take the first step.
My fight was only just beginning. I didn't need to rush, just take one step at a time.
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Navigation
Table of contents
Chapter One: A Royal Summons
Chapter Two: The Heroes
Chapter Three: A Heroic Discussion
Chapter Four: Specially-Arranged Funding
Chapter Five: The Reality of the Shield
Chapter Six: A Backstabber Named Landmine
Chapter Seven: False Charges
Chapter Eight: Ruined Reputation
Chapter Nine: They Call it a Slave
Chapter Ten: Kids' Menu
Chapter Eleven: The Fruits of Slavery
Chapter Twelve: What's Yours is Mine
Chapter Thirteen: Medicine
Chapter Fourteen: To Take a Life
Chapter Fifteen: Demi-Humans
Chapter Sixteen: The Two-Headed, Black Dog
Chapter Seventeen: Preparing for the Wave
Chapter Eighteen: Barbarian Armor
Chapter Nineteen: The Dragon Hourglass
Chapter Twenty: The Sword
Chapter Twenty-One: The Wave of Destruction
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Clash of Spear and Shield
Chapter Twenty-Three: All I'd Wanted to Hear
Epilogue
Special Extra Chapter One: The Spear Hero's Buffoonery
Special Extra Chapter Two: The Flag on the Kid's Meal
Colophon
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 01
(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
One Peace Books
43-32 22nd Street STE 204 Long Island City New York 11101
www.onepeacebooks.com
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 10
Chapter Four: E Float Shield
"Now then . . ."
I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to talk to the queen about my plans going forward. I was already planning on getting some old equipment from her anyway. We returned to the castle and asked where she was. She had just finished a meeting and was still in the room, wrapping up some paperwork. That's where we found her, behind a desk with mountains of paperwork piled up on top.
"Queen."
"Mr. Iwatani. What is it?"
"It's alright if I take some equipment out of the storeroom, right?"
"Yes, that's fine. Just be aware that much of it is damaged from the recent battle."
"I know. I just figured I could use it at my territory if you don't need it."
Now we just needed to go and see what was there.
"Alright. Raphtalia. Filo. Rishia."
"Yes?"
"Start loading up some things onto a carriage. We'll be using it at the territory, so look for lighter equipment, preferably. Filo, I'll be counting on you to make regular trips to transport the stuff by carriage."
"Okaaay!"
Raphtalia and the others nodded and headed for the storeroom, leaving me behind. Filo was still in a weakened state due to the effects of the curse, so I wasn't actually sure if she could carry anything too heavy. That made me think that maybe I should raise another filolial.
"Ah, yes. I was actually just about to summon for you, Mr. Iwatani. I've had the Spirit Tortoise materials rounded up at the training grounds in front of the storeroom, so please take what you need."
"Understood."
I left the queen and headed to the grounds in front of the castle storeroom. When I got there, I started going through the mountain of Spirit Tortoise materials that literally did cover the entire training grounds.
"Oh, come on!"
Eyeballs and brains came tumbling out of the pile, startling me. I mean, this had basically been a friend of mine, so . . . it just felt wrong. And then, all of a sudden . . .
"Wh . . . what?!"
A pale light emanated from the Spirit Tortoise materials before they were absorbed into my shield, seemingly of their own accord.
Spirit Tortoise Carapace Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Skin Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Flesh Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Bone Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Blood Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Body Fluid Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Immune Cell Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Muscle Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Cardiac Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Myocardium Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Blood Vessel Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Eye Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Pupil Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Sacred Tree Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Familiar (Bat Type) Shield conditions met!
Spirit Tortoise Familiar (Yeti Type) Shield conditions met!
Etc. . . .
Merging with Spirit Tortoise Heart Shield!
Forcibly unlocked!
An absurd number of shields scrolled by—probably enough to complete the Spirit Tortoise series. They all had high defense ratings. Wait a second . . . The Spirit Tortoise shields had all unlocked on their own . . . That Spirit Tortoise Heart shield was really something. An image of the Spirit Tortoise appeared as a backdrop to the Spirit Tortoise series listing on the status screen floating in my field of vision.
Now to check their stats . . . Oh? I noticed a shield that had been unlocked had a usable skill.
Spirit Tortoise Carapace Shield 0/40 C
<abilities unlocked> equip bonus: skill "E Float Shield"
equip effects: gravity field, C soul recovery, magic defense up (large)
mastery level: 0
E Float Shield, huh? Was that related to the Air Strike Shield? What kind of skill was it? I tried changing to the new shield and called out the skill.
"E Float Shield!"
The letters "ON" showed up in my field of vision and a shield appeared in mid-air. So it was something like Air Strike Shield, after all? Thinking so, I walked toward the shield, but it moved away the same distance that I had walked.
Huh? Was it a shield that appeared with me as its axis? Distance-wise, the skill seemed to place somewhere between Air Strike Shield and Shooting Star Shield. I was timing how long the skill lasted while I analyzed it, and it still hadn't disappeared. It lasted a long time.
Hmm . . . As I stood there, deep in thought, the E Float Shield started to spin around right in front of my face. What was going on? And why was it in my face? Get away!
The instant the thought crossed my mind, the shield moved away. So it was a magical shield that moved wherever I wanted it to? Now that would be convenient. It would be even more convenient than Chain Shield. That one had a restraining aspect that differentiated it from this skill, but still . . .
The effect's range was around one meter. Considering it could be turned on and off, it would classify as a semi-passive skill. As for my SP . . . It was dropping a small amount every thirty seconds. Not bad fuel efficiency at all. As long as I didn't use any other skills, it wouldn't even outpace my natural SP regeneration. I guess I should have expected as much from a shield that came from Spirit Tortoise materials.
"Change Shield!"
I used Change Shield and the E Float Shield changed its form to match. Oh! This was a convenient skill, for sure. Only being able to produce one would be the limiting factor.
As for the other shields . . . They were all good, numbers-wise, but most of them just increased stats or resistances. Being linked to the Spirit Tortoise Heart Shield seemed to have upgraded all of their stats. On the other hand, the stats of the Spirit Tortoise Heart Shield itself had dropped a bit, as if to say it had served its purpose and was finished. Then again, I couldn't complain after all it had done for us.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 08
Chapter Nine: Shikigami
It was the next afternoon.
I cooked up the herring that Kizuna caught the previous night, and we had it for breakfast before returning to the castle to meet this person that was supposedly going to help us search for Raphtalia.
"They'll be here soon."
"Are you sure?"
Rishia stood there muttering to herself as she read something off of a sheet of paper. I was getting tired of waiting.
But I didn't have to wait for long. Kizuna shouted to the people in the castle, "Ah, they're here! Let's go."
"Finally. You heard her, Rishia. Let's go."
"Alright."
Studiousness was good and all, but what was she reading? From what I could tell, she was just repeating simple phrases like "good morning, good morning," over and over.
Rishia and I followed Kizuna to the throne room and found someone there dressed like a black wizard with a circlet on his head.
He looked like a young boy in heavy robes, and he held an ornate staff in his hand. His hair was light, bordering on silver. He had clear, clean skin, and his sharp eyes left a strong impression. They were red or maybe black. It was hard to say.
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Der Werwolf: The Annals of Veight Volume 2
Everyone's eyes were glued to Gomoviroa. They were hanging on to her every word.
"This goal is not something a single Demon Lord can achieve on her own. I require the aid of all who are gathered here today. However, I will not force you to join me. Only those who wish to finish what Friedensrichter started should remain in this army. But know that if you fight with me, you fight for the creation of a nation where demons may live in peace!"
As Gomoviroa ended her speech, the demons raised their fists and cheered.
"All Hail Lord Gomoviroa!"
"Glory to the demon army!"
"We'll follow you to the ends of the earth!"
"We'll carry on the Demon Lord's dying wish!"
Gomoviroa waved in response to the overwhelming applause. Once she gave them a good show she turned back to me, blushing. That must have been really nerve-wracking. Good job, Master. We'll follow you to the ends of the earth too.
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Der Werwolf: The Annals of Veight Volume 2
Copyright
Der Werwolf: The Annals of Veight Volume 2
by Hyougetsu
Translated by Ningen
Edited by Meiru
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Copyright © 2015 Hyougetsu / Nishi(E)da
Illustrations by Nishi(E)da
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Original Japanese edition published in 2015 by Earth Star Entertainment
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Der Werwolf: The Annals of Veight Volume 2
Table of Contents
Cover
Color Illustrations
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Map
The Story So Far
Chapter 2
Extra Story: Veight's First Defensive Battle
Afterword
Bonus Short Story: The Dragonkin Champion and the Immortal Sage
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Copyright
Lovestruck Prince! I'll Fight the Heroine for My Villainess Fiancée! Volume 1
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 1
© Shakushineko 2020
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First published in Japan 2020 by MAG Garden Corporation
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First Digital Edition: April 2023
ISBN: 979-8-88560-056-9
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Lovestruck Prince!/Lovestruck-Prince!-Volume-01-[Cross-Infinite-World][Kobo]/body10.txt
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Chapter 2: Yulisse's Secret
Chapter 2: Yulisse's Secret
MY weekend with Elizabeth opened holes in my soft heart, but I nonetheless made progress on the case. It was official: Edward Norden was acting strangely. Since he had yet to confront Elizabeth or her entourage directly, he likely had some vestige of common sense remaining, but he visibly lost control in Lady Yulisse's presence. Particularly when she was reporting her supposed bullying to me, he was far too persistent.
Not only that, but his treatment of Lady Yulisse, particularly the ways he touched and gawked at her, was highly improper. No self-respecting knight would act so crassly, and thus I decided to investigate.
So the day after my meeting with Elizabeth, I summoned the most fitting man for the task.
"Hey~! I never thought you'd call me. Today must be my lucky day!" He stepped forward to give me a big hug.
Harold caught him just in time and glowered at him. "Watch yourself, Lord Raphael. If you wish to avoid the chopping block, you'll show His Royal Highness proper respect."
"Oops!" He shrugged and smirked. "I was just too excited to help myself."
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Chapter 4: Behind the Scenes
Chapter 4: Behind the Scenes
BY the end of the next week, rumors of Lady Yulisse had spread throughout the Academy, despite nobody being bold enough to discuss them openly. It was only natural that word would spread—despite being a mere baron's daughter, three higher nobles' sons were constantly by her side. Future Marquis Lucas Enhandt, future Marquis Raphael Marshall, and future Count Edward Norden were the children of some of the most powerful men in the kingdom, and each was all but guaranteed a place at the future king's side. Some spoke of the so-called Star Maiden in whispered awe, while others exchanged theories about the crooked means she'd used to gain such an entourage.
The only thing that could be said for certain was that Lady Yulisse herself wore a dour expression. None of her schoolmates had the courage to approach her, instead observing from afar. I couldn't blame them—any lower noble with such palpable influence fostered an air of lofty unapproachability. Plenty of noblewomen held her in the highest regard, but they knew how keenly Lady Yulisse was at the center of attention, and their upbringings had instilled in them the importance of avoiding controversy. None of them dared approach her.
There was something else grating on her nerves just as much. As I passed the group, I spied Raphael smirking as Lady Yulisse's smile grew strained.
"I've got a new spell I'd love to put on you the next time we're alone together!" he whispered intoxicatingly.
Ah, so he's in full playboy mode when he's with her as well.
From the way the corners of Lady Yulisse's mouth were twitching, she was regretting having ever strung him along. Edward and Lucas were more conservative with their expressions, but they were every bit as disgusted with his manners as she was. They could not in good conscience leave the two of them alone, and so they clung together as a bunch of grapes might.
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The Rising of the Shield Hero/The-Rising-of-the-Shield-Hero-Volume-07-[One-Peace-Books][Kobo]/c11_3.txt
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The Rising of the Shield Hero Vol 07
We had no choice but to try.
"Got it. Filo, we're falling back!"
"Okay!"
"Shadow, I'm going to need your help. Just like we talked about." It was going to be a rough battle, but the shadow nodded as if he'd been waiting for it. "Underztood!"
"Sorry."
"It iz my job."
We retreated. Running back down the tunnel, we left the heart behind.
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Lovestruck Prince!/Lovestruck-Prince!-Volume-02-[Cross-Infinite-World][Kobo]/body19.txt
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Chapter 6: Saint Versus Dragon
Chapter 6: Saint Versus Dragon
PRINCE Malius' gaze moved from Leohardt to Lady Lecia and finally to Elizabeth at the head of our group.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Elizabeth's back was ramrod straight when I glanced at her. Her amethyst eyes were fixed firmly on the crown prince before us. Only she, Leohardt, and Lady Lecia were visible from his point of view; Harold and I were intermixed with the servants in the doorway. From the way he stared at Elizabeth, I knew he hadn't spotted me yet.
"You…You look…" he stammered.
From the looks of it, Marquis Vilienne's turncoat servants had done their job—the sequel to Star Maiden had reached him and left him shaken. The king and queen of Orion, knowing our plot, looked at Elizabeth with feigned unease. Their acting was so perfect, they left no doubts whatsoever.
Lady Lecia put on a concerned expression. Around her, the servants grew uneasy. Her return should have been cause for celebration, but something was amiss. Inevitably, they too turned their attention to Elizabeth.
The "villainess" smiled. While she was supposed to be smirking evilly, she looked the very image of innocence. We had practiced for hours on end, but that was one thing we failed to improve upon. The only thing practice taught me was that she was incapable of even acting evil. Prince Malius was dumbfounded, no doubt believing the supposed evildoer in front of him could do no harm.
She was, however, our plot's villainess through and through.
Elizabeth threw her arms wide. "I stole your foolish brother's heart, and now I will steal this very kingdom!"
"What?!"
Leohardt nodded, a genuine grin of malice creeping across his face, shadows and all. "I've offered this kingdom and everything in it to Lady Elizabeth. The throne will never be yours, dear brother. Interfere, and we will eliminate you."
"P-Prince Leohardt?!" Lady Lecia called out to him in futility. "Not you, too, Lady Elizabeth! What's gotten into you?!"
Nobody answered them, of course. We had Vilienne's former agents with us as well, but they didn't even bat an eye—Count Norden's training had given them nerves of steel, and they knew maintaining their poker faces was how they could best fulfill their duties.
"Hahaha!" Elizabeth laughed cheerfully. "It's no use! Prince Leohardt's heart is mine!"
Ugh… Those words hit harder than I was expecting them to.
I gritted my teeth in frustration. Harold noticed my plight and surreptitiously held the basket in his arms out to me. He was signaling for me to use it as support. I gratefully leaned on it, letting the wicker creak under my weight.
Orion's rulers held their heads in mock despair—though between Elizabeth's out-of-place lightheartedness and Leohardt's genuine malice, they might have been flummoxed. Most people wouldn't be able to tolerate such a disconnect.
"No… Whatever is the matter with you, Lady Elizabeth?!" Lady Lecia cried out. "Th-There must be something horribly amiss!"
It was only natural that she'd panic—they'd spent too long together to believe otherwise. Neither of our actors replied to the poor girl.
Prince Malius only stared, dumbfounded, at Elizabeth, though there was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. "Vilienne was right, then?" he muttered.
I tapped the lid of the basket, signaling to move on to the next phase of the plan.
Elizabeth gave Lady Lecia a small shove, sending her stumbling towards Prince Malius. He tried to catch her but only succeeded in falling to the ground with her. Instead of getting to their feet, they stared up at the duke's daughter in horror.
"You heard me!" Elizabeth repeated loudly. "This kingdom shall be mine!"
Maintaining our momentum was crucial. If they stopped to consider the details of Star Maiden—for instance, the prince's brother was never engaged to the villainess in the novels—it could all fall apart. If we gave the plot twists enough impact, nobody would question how or why.
"S-Something must be—" Lady Lecia tried to protest again, but Elizabeth cut her off.
"Enough! Heed my call, O Mighty Ivliess! I release thee from thine bondage!"
It was the same line as the villainess in Star Maiden's sequel. Right on cue, I opened Harold's basket, and out flew Lars. Releasing the energy stored in his manacite, he grew rapidly.
"GROOOOOOOOWRRR!!"
His massive, scaly body towered high enough that his head grazed the vaulted ceiling. Every scale sharpened to a wicked point, and miasma poured from his gaping mouth. He spotted his targets, and his eyes went blood red. The guards scrambled to defend their charges, but even they seemed terrified at the sight of Lars. For good measure, I cast binding magic so that it'd seem like they were petrified with fear.
Sorry about that.
The king and queen put on a show of suddenly realizing something.
"She's being controlled by the fellwyrm's miasma!" His Majesty shouted on cue. "Leohardt, too!"
"But what can we do? Only holy magic can fend off a fellwyrm!" Her Majesty cried theatrically.
Lady Lecia started and looked down at her hands. "Holy magic…?"
Good. Just a little more, now.
"I'll remove anyone and everyone in Prince Leohardt's way!"
At the sound of Elizabeth's voice, Lars glared at Prince Malius. All eyes were fixed on his massive black body as the scales glowed scarlet.
"La…er, Ivliess!" Elizabeth corrected. "Eliminate them!"
"GWAAAAAARGH!!"
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Lovestruck Prince!/Lovestruck-Prince!-Volume-02-[Cross-Infinite-World][Kobo]/body21.txt
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Chapter 6: Scene B
The force of his roar rocked the chandelier. Fortunately, Lady Lecia was quick to respond.
"Flikker Licht!"
With that, a shining wall of light formed between Lady Lecia and the rampaging dragon.
"You can use this kind of magic?!" Prince Malius' eyes flew open in shock as he was protected by the love of his life.
Lady Lecia's Divine Wall was bigger than I'd ever seen her make it before, and it gave off a steady, reliable glow. It even encircled the king and queen to keep them safe from Lars' attacks.
The dragon's gaze darted from target to target. Lady Lecia sufficiently protected herself and her three charges, and all the guards were paralyzed out of the way.
Good. Nobody is in danger.
"GREEEEEAARGH!!"
Lars' howl tore through the hall, the discordant cacophony rattling windows and hurting ears throughout the room. Mana pulsed and built within his massive maw, and Lady Lecia, sensing an incoming attack, extended her arms to redouble her barrier.
FWOOM!!
A ball of fire flew out of Lars' mouth. It was deliberately sized so that even if it hit someone or landed on the lush carpet, it would leave nothing more than a few burns. It hit its mark and was hungrily absorbed by the Divine Wall. He peppered it with fireballs, like tossing pieces of bread to ducks, and one by one they were harmlessly absorbed. The important thing was that a creature of his size was actively attacking them—the shock of being the target of such an offensive was rattling enough. Prince Malius was pale and trembling like a small child.
After firing off a dozen or so shots, Lars paused. His shoulders slumped slightly in relief—he was nervous about our plan. Elizabeth readily filled in the gap.
"A saint's power? Oh, how very troubling! But how will you fare against this next attack?!"
That was, again, a line straight from Star Maiden.
Lars slowly oozed miasma from all over his body, letting the dark mana tangibly flow out. The important thing was that he was buying time.
"A saint's what?" Prince Malius blinked dumbly before turning to Lady Lecia.
She was literally wielding the power of miracles to save him and his family from what appeared to be certain death. Her eyes were still fixed on her opponent, her feet planted firmly on the floor. None dared call out her unladylike posture.
Leohardt smirked evilly. "Precisely! Lecia acquired those powers to become worthy of you. Unfortunately, this is where y-you…" he faltered, "y-you… you die, dear brother! Her efforts were in vain!"
That was somewhat lacking impact, though I suppose that was rather hard for him to say. You did well, friend.
Worse yet, Leohardt drooped visibly when Prince Malius turned to Lady Lecia with wonder in his eyes.
Don't try to fight him. Love is blinding.
Prince Malius shakily rose to his feet. "Is that true, Lecia? You're the Star Maiden?" His voice was frail, and there was an intense loneliness in his eyes.
She met his gaze and firmly shook her head.
"No. I'm not." His eyes flew open in shock, but she continued, "I'm not a character in some novel, and Lady Elizabeth isn't a villainess, either. That goes for you, too. You're nobody but yourself. You're not a storybook prince or a white knight. You're the same man I met so long ago—the gentle soul who listened to me. The man I fell in love with." As soon as she said it, she dropped her gaze. "I'm glad I could finally tell you."
Not even Lady Lecia could maintain a positive outlook all the time. She only came to our country in the first place because of Leohardt's deception. Back then, she was nothing more than a terrified, ignorant young lady.
Oh, how she's changed.
"But don't worry, Prince Malius! I'll protect you!"
She rolled up her sleeves, ready to go. All traces of her lessons in etiquette were forgotten, but not a soul could doubt her strength now. True rulers didn't need perfect manners—they needed the resolve to stand on their own two feet and defend their subjects to the death. All a king's power and authority were for that purpose alone. That was what the crown prince in Star Maiden's sequel said, at least.
Wondering if he'd recognized the significance of her actions, I cast a glance at Prince Malius, but my worries were for naught. A similar determination burned in his eyes. It was the look of a true king, without a doubt.
Tears brimmed in Leohardt's eyes. "Oh, dear brother! I knew it!" The evil was gone from his face, replaced with elation.
Hey! Don't stop the act now! You'll give everything away!
Fortunately, Prince Malius didn't notice. He stepped forward to be at Lady Lecia's side, grasping her hand to offer her his mana. I could feel the flow of energy between them. She turned to him, surprised, and he steadily met her gaze.
Leohardt's going to be jealous.
"I… I've been a fool," Prince Malius confessed. "I was afraid that we were drifting apart, but you never stopped caring for me, did you?"
"N-No, Your Royal—"
"Now, I can feel your love directly. I want nothing more than to protect you in turn. Won't you let me fight alongside you?"
"Of course!" Lady Lecia wiped away a tear, and her Divine Wall glowed with renewed splendor.
She truly has grown, I thought, paying no mind to my increasingly small role in my own plan.
If she was the same bumpkin who'd first visited the Academy, she would've been unable to stand any part of this. Even though she was far from perfect in her studies, she now had the confidence to stand by her man's side. Not only that, Raphael's little love-into-mana trick was producing fantastic effects for them. The rest of their lives would likely prove no different. She would make a wonderful queen and achieve great things along with Prince Malius. They overcame every mishap and misfortune in their paths and were only stronger for it.
All right, time for the emotional climax.
Elizabeth blew her nose into her handkerchief, trying not to let her happiness for them overwhelm her. "You fools! Go, finish them, Ivliess!" she thundered.
"GWEAAAAAAARGH!!"
On her mark, Lars took a titanic step forward, shaking the entire room. He let loose another volley of fireballs. This time, they were much larger spheres that burned with a cool purple flame. Once again, Lady Lecia's Divine Wall took the attack head-on. Fortunately, the flames were sucked harmlessly into her barrier.
Within the wall, Lady Lecia tightened her grip on Prince Malius' hand.
"Arrows and Agape!"
With that, she unleashed a volley of countless arrows at the mighty wyrm.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress/The-Combat-Baker-and-Automaton-Waitress-Volume-08-[J-Novel-Club][Premium]/intro1.txt
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 8
Introduction (Part 1): The Man Who Fell From Heaven
In the sky, over Wiltian territory in the former Republic of Pelfe, on the continent of Europea...
"We can't gain altitude! Engine No. 3 has stopped! Output has fallen below 30 percent!"
"Do something! Find someplace for a crash landing!"
Inside an airborne transport, fierce cries rang out. The words exchanged between the captain and co-pilot in the cockpit were practically screams.
They were not inexperienced pilots. They were trained aviators with considerable skill and many flight hours between them. These pilots wouldn't raise their voices unless the situation was desperate.
There was a high possibility in the air—compared to on land or sea—that an accident would lead to immediate death, so the slightest difficulty could throw the other crew members into confusion. They knew that. Yet they didn't hide their own fear, which showed how dire the situation was.
"This isn't good." Another man sighed as he spoke. It wasn't because he didn't understand the situation. Comprehending it all, he continued softly. "That's enough, men. Out you go."
"Huh?" The crew didn't understand and responded with surprise. "Please, stay seated! We'll handle this somehow!"
"No, that isn't necessary." The man appeared calm in the face of the captain's shouts. He wasn't just calm. He was expressionless, and spoke with no emotion. "Use the parachutes to bail out. At this height... Well, you'll break a few bones, but you won't die."
"Um..." The aircraft was so low they could clearly see the trees below. "That's not the point!"
"Whatever. Just go." The aircraft was violently shaking and rumbling, but even now the man spoke gently, shoving parachutes at the pilots and physically picking them up.
"No, wait!"
"I'll take care of the aircraft. I'll take her down safely where it won't cause damage."
Then he opened a sliding hatch and tossed the resistant pilots out, as if he were a father seeing his children off on a holiday, saying, "The weather's nice, so go play out front!"
"—!!!" The pilots were shouting something, but their forms rapidly grew smaller as they fell.
Confirming that their chutes had opened and they were slowly drifting down, the man muttered, "That'll do."
"Now what? Where am I?" He threw switches to silence the emergency alarms. Then, while depressing the control stick, he pulled out a map. "Hmm... We were almost to Berun. But apparently it's still dangerous around Pelfe. Let's see... Oh... Yes, that's perfect." He stabbed his finger at a spot on the map marked "Organbaelz."
And with that, the curtain rose on another incident.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 8
Introduction (Part 2): The Woman Loved by All
The August Federation was a vast nation with territory covering two-fifths of the continent of Europea and one-third of the continent of Aesia. This nation was founded approximately ten years ago.
At the beginning of the Great European War, August was an imperial nation—and one of the strongest. However, revolution had suddenly erupted and the royal family and others in power were massacred, and the country had raised its flag as a "nation without a king."
No monarch ruled August. Attending to the needs and opinions of a population of over one hundred million people was difficult. Councils were composed of representatives, and those representatives selected regional representatives, and those representatives selected ministers for the various affairs of state. As a result, people who were considered equal to the king administered the nation without a king.
This council of six members was called the Soviet Six and its decisions were final. Again today, its six members gathered to haggle over the essential problems of national management.
"Well, what should we do?" asked an elderly man seated at Chair One of the Soviet Six's table.
"What should we do about what?" responded the man in Chair Three. He was middle-aged and had a military demeanor.
"He must mean you-know-what. Her ladyship is highly displeased," said the slender man in Chair Six.
"And what is you-know-what? Have we done something to anger her?" asked the man with long hair in Chair Four.
"Indeed we did. In Wiltia. Or rather, in Pelfe." The elderly woman sitting in Chair Two glared with eyes surrounded by wrinkles.
"Are you talking about Vissario?! That moron! I heard he was conspiring with some Wiltian boy! Where is he anyway?!" The man in Chair Three spat insults about Vissario, who was supposed to be in Chair Five.
"I never liked him!!"
"Settle down, Comrade Kalinin!" The elderly man in Chair One attempted to calm him, but the man in Chair Three—Kalinin—didn't stop.
"How can I be calm, Comrade Ulyanov?! That man is trying to steal your position as chief secretary!!"
There were no class differences in August—officially. Everyone was equal, whether minister or peasant. However, Ulyanov was the head of the Soviet Six. He sat in Chair One, in the position of chief secretary who "bundled the national opinion." He was the highest authority in August. At least officially.
"Don't worry, Kalinin. Vissario is no longer among the living." Another voice spoke up. It was a young woman... Or rather, a girl's childish voice.
"—?!" The atmosphere in the room froze. And at the same moment, an object was dropped onto the meeting table.
"Yikes!" The slender man in Chair Six shrieked.
The rolling object was the bearded head of a middle-aged man.
"V-Vissario?!" Kalinin's stiff military countenance twitched in fear.
The political enemy he had just been cursing was now a chunk of meat.
"W-Why?!" Ulyanov—the chief secretary in Chair One—was speechless.
How could anyone kill someone like this? He had seen decapitated heads many times. And all of them wore expressions of terror, gripped with the pain of death. But, Vissario's head looked as if he had been shouting in his usual aggressive manner.
"He was behaving like an imbecile. So, since I no longer need him, I fired him—and then lopped off his head while I was at it. Tee hee hee!" The girl jumped on top of the meeting table as she spoke.
She had violet hair and red eyes, and wore a black and white dress. She possessed a cold, inhuman beauty that inspired chills of fear.
No one but the Soviet Six could enter this meeting room. It looked as if an angel had descended among six priests. However, one of the priests was now a severed head and, in any case, August forbade religion. Nevertheless, the girl was menacingly god-like and made the others forget that.
"The Wiltian boy who played at being the emperor of the Holy Empire... Was his name Genitz? Vissario joined him and plotted something absurd." The girl lightly pranced atop the table, her shoes clacking as she spoke to the five council members beneath her.
".................." No one could speak—neither Ulyanov in Chair One, nor Kalinin in Chair Three, nor the old woman in Chair Two. The slender man in Chair Six seemed pale and about to faint.
She wasn't a normal girl. She was the actual decision-maker in the nation. And not only in August. She had been the most powerful in the monarchy that existed before August. Even the king had kneeled before her and resigned himself to licking the bottom of her shoes in front of his wife and daughter.
After many years, the kingdom fell into decline. In the end, it lost a battle against a young remote nation. So the girl gave up on the monarchy. To reinvigorate the nation, she created a new August with a new political system.
And to that end she used the Soviet Six—now only five—as her representatives and official statesmen. Even if they heard of it, the intelligence agencies of the other nations wouldn't have believed the truth without some kind of evidence.
"Miss Saint..."
"Yes, Trikus?"
As if beseeching God, Trikus—the long-haired man in Chair Six—asked a question of the girl they addressed as "Saint."
"What was Vissario doing? I hear Genitz's coup in Wiltia failed and he died. What in the world was he doing?"
Trikus's eyes—and the eyes of the others—shone with awe as they looked up at her. It was awe composed of both fear and reverence for the superhuman girl who had changed them, mere third-rate politicians, into leaders of a great nation.
"Haradin. Vissario was causing trouble there. He was a real pain!" As she spoke, the Saint used the toe of her shoe to roll Vissario's head. She looked like a cat playing with a ball.
"I'll have Chair Five clean up this mess."
"Huh? But..." Trikus raised his voice in confusion.
The person who had occupied Chair Five was Vissario, who was now just a head.
"What?!"
But Trikus's confusion was soon dispelled. Chair Five was suddenly occupied by an unknown woman.
"I brought someone new for Chair Five. Everyone will cooperate with her." The Saint spoke to the five with a pert smile.
And that was the end of the conversation. When she made a decision, no matter what it was, they would act accordingly. Within the great nation of August, crossing her will was forbidden.
"As you wish."
Whether it was Ulyanov or Kalenin or Trikus who responded, it certainly wasn't Vissario, because he was dead.
"Miss? Um... what should we call you? Tell us the name you prefer."
The Saint had brought her so they could not refuse. But they needed to know the name of their new member.
"............" The woman did not answer Trikus's question.
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The Combat Baker and Automaton Waitress: Volume 8
They did not even know whether she had heard.
"Go on, answer. They're your friends."
Prodded by the Saint, the woman finally opened her mouth.
"Mary. Mary Ville Mehl." Mary, the woman newly assigned to Chair Five, answered with the lifeless eyes and expressionless features of a doll, and her voice sounded like an automaton.
And so the curtain rose on yet another incident.
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