YnO39

So after thinking long and hard about the meaning of life the week following April 1st, I decided that MTLing was too hard… Happy April to all of you! sorry I couldn’t get this done sooner…

TN: Terminology change: if anybody has been paying close attention, the social classes in the world are:

  1. Leticia
  2. Royalty (lol)
  3. Nobles
  4. Knightly families → Chevaliers
    • Chevaliers related to cavalier or cavalry. an entomology tidbit.(xkcd)
  5. Commoners

 

Camp (Part 2)

AN:This chapter is shorter, since it is the continuation of the previous chapter.(TN: or something like that)

After five days, the Imperial Army’s advance party of 500 knights arrived at the area where the enemy was reported to have appeared.

Much less than coming into contact with the enemy, they weren’t even able to find any trace of them.

Rather, every time the small scouting platoon discovered traces of the enemy, when they rode their horses to the place, no trace of the enemy remained.

No matter how quickly they moved after receiving the scouts’ reports, they never found anything.They repeated this day and night, but no matter how high the morale was and their zeal, weariness inevitably spread throughout the army.

Originally, the advance party was made up of knights taken from the Knight Order’s main force. Compared to the main body, their morale was already a problem to begin with.

“…Hey, this time, signs were found to the east.”

“Wasn’t it to the west last time? What the heck are those scouts doing?”

“Could they have made some sort of mistake again?”

Each time a mobilization order was passed down, people started to complain.

However, they couldn’t disobey the mobilization order.

Leaving the transportation corps to pack up their tents, they set off on horseback immediately. However, unsurprisingly, when they arrived at the location, there was no enemy army to be found, only what seemed to be traces of an army there.

They blamed the scouting unit who had discovered the traces, but since they did actually found traces of the enemy, the scouting unit sent a messenger back to the main unit to report their findings.

 

“…The army’s tension has decreased significantly.”

Royce and Kelvin were in their tent.

Kelvin had come back from inspecting the whole camp, while Royce pored over the papers strewn all over his simple work desk, not touching his food.

“It must have been hard for you to quell the commotion last night.”

Kelvin shook his head, shrugging off Royce’s words of appreciation, and set his sword on the wall of the tent.

“If the expeditions keep coming to nothing, it probably can’t be helped.”

As the war-weariness spread, the discipline within the army slackened.

No matter whether they set off day or night, it all ended in a miss, so they began grumbling in discontent, and the knights of noble or chevalier[1] status began to criticize the commoners again.

Within the army, they began bullying the weaker commoner students and knights, and quarrels broke out. Members of Royce’s platoon were also involved in one such incident the previous night, but Kelvin, like before, had intervened.

“As you had feared, the morale has lowered. And their discontent becomes targeted at the weak link. The reason is the deep divide between the nobles and chevaliers, and the commoners.”

“Especially since all of the officers of this advance party, from the Commander to us lieutenants, are not mainstream nobles. It’s full of weak nobles with inflated egos. Well, I had expected this, but…”

Royce offered Kelvin a seat, then wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief while arranging the papers strewn all over his desk, and took out a small piece of crystal from his breast-pocket.

“Were you in the middle of a call?”

“It’s fine. I just finished the call.”

Magical Communication Crystals were crystals imbued with magic, then broken into two pieces. People who held the corresponding pieces would be able to speak to each other. It was a top secret item, but was also very expensive, so it wasn’t widely circulated. Normally, only the commanders of armies and the country’s VIPs would be allowed to possess such tools.

“The negotiations went well. To the other party, this discussion must have been a windfall for them.”

“I see. With this, You have obtained a trump card.”

“I will use whatever I can use. It is natural to aim for their weaknesses.”[2]

Royce took a sip from the cup of tea that Kelvin offered him, and then took a bite of the piece of bread that was his dinner, which had gone cold.

“This is unpalatable. Military rations aren’t meant to taste good, but this is disgusting.”

Grimacing, Royce soaked his rock-hard bread into his cold soup, then chewed into it.

Seated in front of him, Kelvin smiled bitterly, and ate a spoonful of his bowl of cold soup.

The soup was made of chicken and beans, but it was only lightly seasoned.

“It seems that the military supplies are being traded illicitly. There is no way that there aren’t injustices in the current Capital.”

It was also doubtful whether even the amount of rationed food met the army’s standards.

Royce and Kelvin sat there, eating in silence, when suddenly, an angry shout was heard outside the tent. Yet another quarrel had probably broken out.

Kelvin was about to get up, but Royce held his hand up and stopped him.

He judged that, by where the sounds of the commotion were coming from, their subordinates were not involved.

Not long after, they recognized shouts from other lieutenants, and the uproar gradually subsided.

“Frankly, I am also against commoners becoming knights.”

Royce muttered.

“Wars should be fought by us nobles and experienced knights, not by the civilians. The people should just work and live happily with their families, spending their time in peace.”

“Are you referring to Knight Cadet Wynn?”

“I am truly happy that the populace admires knights so much. Likewise, he had always admired these knights… but commoners don’t need to be involved in killing people as knights do.”

Putting down the bowl of soup, Royce left the tent, and looked in the direction of his subordinates. Although campfires were lit all over the camp, Royce was unable to see the tents that his subordinates occupied.

He had checked on their tents a few times, and even though he had seen the surrounding knights grumbling in discontent, he had seen no such signs from his subordinates.

They must have endured so much abuse and backbiting from the other knights.

Even though the atmosphere was tense, Wynn and Locke still remained calm. Even at the point Kelvin was forced to step in and defuse the situation, they remained calm.

The other commoner knights and student knights reacted to the knights’ provocations, but since Wynn and Locke had survived battles against other humans in that coup d’état incident, it gave them more composure than the other rookie knights.

“I will end up using him. Even though he should be one of those who just live in peace, since he aspires to be a knight, I will use him.”

When he noticed Wynn’s name in his unit roster, Royce was struck with an idea. He then thought of a plan.

“It is inevitable if you want to achieve success.”

Royce responded to Kelvin with a cynical laugh.

“If the Brave finds out what I’m thinking, then I will be killed by her.”[3]

He recalled the time he met the girl who was the Brave in the palace.

Believing that Royce had unfairly picked a fight with Wynn, her wrath had erupted.

“Success, huh…Only when we manage to protect a country where its people live in happiness, will I consider it a success. That is why I will use all the pieces that are available to me.”

The Empire had not yet realized Wynn’s true value.

Rather, the empire’s nobles and chevaliers, who looked down on commoners, refused to accept his value.

The words the Brave, Leticia van Mavis, had said that day:

“I will return to my Master, Wynn Byrd’s side.”Anybody would be interested in the person who taught her both swordplay and magic.

The name that “Divine Sword Princess” Leticia van Mavis, who was recognized as the Brave of legends, was spread all over the continent by the ambassadors in attendance.

Unlike this country, they were enthusiastic about it.

A fraction of the prominent nobles who controlled the country disliked the fact that a commoner threatened their position, under-evaluated him and never publicized his name.

Despite clearly having played the most significant role during that coup d’état by anybody’s reckoning, because of the precedent, and the emphasis on the Knight School’s grades, he remained a Knight Cadet. The merit-based system had been twisted by that faction of nobles.

However, the other countries were different.

The name Wynn Bryd was well-known.

However, the people of other countries had no influence at all on the nobles of the Empire.

How would he be treated in those other countries? There would probably be nobody who didn’t know of him.

Royce will make use of this fact.

Even if he faces the wrath of the Brave, Leticia van Mavis, in order to achieve success, as a noble who aimed to protect the peace of the people, it was Count Royce van Elstead’s duty to carry it out.


Translator Notes

  1. Credit to Solistia for suggesting the word! Think of it as an honorary noble status for the knight families — back
  2. This seems really vague… I will have to edit it when I figure out what Royce is plotting — back
  3. Royce has guts. And has atypical reasons for his opposition. I like him. A complex character… more complex than Wynn? Maybe… orz — back


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Hello! Sorry for not getting this chapter out sooner! Anyways… Happy April! I’m not sure why I’m trying to speak in circles here, but I’ll keep circumlocuting what I want to say about April…

Anyways, I have test days and a lot of work to do this coming week… Though the workload subsides at the end of the week. I will try to get a chapter out this weekend (or else my release rate has effectively become 1 chap/2 weeks…)

I have an unfounded conspiracy theory. The telephone crystal Royce has? He’s a spy. He also wants to purge this rotten empire from the outside. That’s why he knows that Leti would kill him if she found out what he was planning. That’s why he spent the end of the chapter talking about how foreign countries recognized Wynn’s worth.
Completely random conspiracy theory. I should set up a paypal account for each and every one of you readers to give me a penny if I somehow get that completely right… (not really)

Good night… I’m feeling drunk on sleep deprivation…

YnO 35

Gdoc here.

I feel compelled make a PSA. Abuse is bad. If you or somebody you know is being abused, seek help. I know the USA has hotlines, and I am willing to find resources for other countries if asked (through google…).

Birdcage

 

When she heard that Wynn had received dispatch orders from the Knight Order, Leticia had naturally wanted to go with him.

But, since she wasn’t a knight, she hadn’t received permission to join the Imperial Army on its military movements. As a result, she chose to join as Wynn’s follower.

There were many cases of nobles and knights having their soldiers and followers accompany them to battle.

Of course, it was unprecedented for a lady of high nobility to become a follower.

 

However…

 

“Leticia, you can’t go to a battlefield!”

 

As she made preparations to go to Wynn’s side, her father, Lecter van Mavis[1], called out to her.

Lecter grimaced at the sight of the noble lady who wasn’t dressed well and wore no makeup.

 

“You want to become the follower of some plebeian brat!? What are you, a member of the Ducal House, thinking!?”

 

“I am not acting as a member of the Ducal House. Is there anything improper about a disciple following their master?”

 

“It’s completely improper!”

 

Lecter stood up from his chair, pounding the ebony desk with his fist.

Lecter remained in that position, glaring at Leticia for a while. He eventually let out a sigh and sat back down in his chair.

 

“You see, you are now the Brave, and everybody in the world has their eyes on you, Leticia.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Naturally, there is nobody in the surrounding countries who doesn’t know who you are. Even countries who have isolated themselves, and those of other races would know your name. As your father, I am proud that our family name has spread all over the world.”

 

 

“Therefore, it is important that you remember that you are the third daughter of the Remulshil Empire’s Duke Mavis. I don’t mind the fact that you have a commoner as your master. There’s no alternative, if it’s true. But you should spread the name of the Baron-dono who was your tutor far and wide as your master.”

 

“I have no Master other than Wynn Byrd.”

 

In the first place, she had no memory of being taught anything by that Baron.

In the first place, the young Leticia was a child who couldn’t stand staying still.

More than other people, she was inquisitive, wandering towards whatever caught her interest. Whenever she studied, whether it was reading books with the tutor, or practicing her writing, the birds flying outside the window and the flowers blooming in the garden would catch her interest.

The tutor would scold her harshly every time her eyes left the book.

He spouted abusive words towards Leticia for lazing around, and in the afternoon, during the basic swordplay and martial arts training, he beat her severely with the wooden sword.

It must have been him venting his pent-up frustration from acting as her tutor, since he never got her during the lesson.

Whenever they sparred, she was knocked to the ground— or rather— it would be more accurate to say that she was beaten to the ground.

Her whole body would be covered in bruises.

He broke Leticia’s bones, and gave her cuts and bruises only in places that were not easily visible; The Baron was surprisingly skilled.

As a result, Leticia was labelled a dunce in comparison to her older siblings, and was treated as a black sheep of the Ducal House.

When Leticia’s attending maids, who washed her body and changed her clothes reported her wounds, the tutor just said that it was his carelessness.

Under the tutor’s guidance, her brothers and sisters could carry themselves with pride for being a member of the Ducal House, so Lecter believed the tutor.

 

“For a Duke’s daughter to call an unknown nobody the Master of the Brave, it is doing a disservice to high society for you to follow that young commoner boy. Our honour would be stained!”

 

“Unknown nobody… even if you’re my father, for you to call Onii—my master that, I would never forgive you!”

 

Leticia was incensed at Lecter’s words.

If the tutor had patiently taught Leticia slowly from the basics, in her studies, in her swordplay, in her martial arts, she may have awakened as the Brave faster.

However, it was with Wynn that she enjoyed reading books, learning magic, and moving her body.

In Leticia’s isolated world, only one person gave an unwavering light.

Feeling Leticia’s rage-filled gaze, Lecter flinched, but trying to keep up appearances as a father, he squeezed his voice out.

 

“Li-Listen, Leticia. You and this commoner boy you call “Master” live in completely different worlds. Are you willing to face the unhappiness of the surroundings not being able to accept it?”

 

“Not able to accept it?”

 

Leticia showed a faint smile.

 

“Why does it have to be recognized by somebody? Apart from me and Master, who else’s opinion matters?”

 

“A-anyways, I will not allow you to join the campaign. Certainly, you were chosen as the Brave, and you have the status to be able to not bow down to the Emperor, but you are still my daughter. You have to obey the words of the head of Mavis House.”

 

Lecter rung a bell on his work desk.

The Ducal House’s attendants opened the door and filed into the room.

They held in their hands excessively decorated frames, with what appeared to be portraits.

A total of six attendants entered.

Each person carried five or six drawings, making a total of 30 to 40 paintings.

 

“These are all portraits of your marriage interview candidates.[2]

 

“Marriage interview…!?”

 

Leticia’s mind recalled the time when Cornelia showed her portraits of various young aristocrats a few days ago.

 

“Not only from our country, but even royalty and prominent families from neighboring countries. You can choose a suitor from any of these.”

 

“Father. Why are we doing this? I do not wish to have a marriage interview. I have already dedicated my heart to somebody.”

 

“Is that the commoner you call ‘Master’?”

 

Leticia hung her head at Lecter’s words

From her anger to her bashfulness, and seeing her completely flushed face, her attitude was fitting for her age, but Lecter merely scowled upon seeing her attitude.

 

“There is also the proposal from Prince Alfred that His Majesty mentioned. His Majesty is very enthusiastic about the idea. Rather than some foreign nobility, Prince Alfred should come first. Of course, you can decline if he doesn’t interest you. It would normally be unacceptable to decline the Crown Prince after having the marriage interview, but your circumstances are special. At any rate, the Brave is an existence outside normal common sense.[3] The title of Brave is that important. I am proud of you as my daughter.”

 

Lecter’s gaze moved from Leticia to the attendants in the room.

 

“Leticia. You’re a member of the Ducal House. Please be aware of the status you hold. You all keep watch and keep her from leaving.”

 

“We will humbly obey, Master.”

 

“You’re not thinking something stupid as trying to force your way out, right? For your sake, and for the sake of the commoner brat you call ‘Master’.”

 

“If you lay a hand on Onii-chan—!”

 

Leticia’s voice was once again filled with rage. However, Lecter didn’t flinch. He merely looked at Leticia with a grim face.

 

“Take them with you.”

 

With one sentence, Lecter looked down at at the papers spread across his desk. His voice showed that it was final.

Leticia glared at Lecter, but at the urging of the attendants, she rose and left the room. In the doorway, she looked back for a moment, but Lecter paid her no heed, his expression showing that he wasn’t going to say any more.

 

‘What do I do, Onii-chan?’

 

If she used her power, nothing in this world could suppress Leticia.

However, apart from simple strength, Leticia was bound by the chains of her own status, as the Brave, and as the third daughter of the Duke.

More than the difference in status between Wynn and the nobles, Leticia and Wynn’s status were as different as night and day, just as Lecter had said.[4]

 

‘You and this commoner boy you call ‘Master’ live in completely different worlds. Are you willing to face the unhappiness of the surroundings not accepting it?’

 

She couldn’t respond to those words. Leticia’s status, which she had never desired, was a tall wall looming between Wynn and her.

She returned to her room, and looked out the window. She saw a single bird flying in the sky.

She wanted to throw away everything.

Her title as the Brave, and her status as a Duke’s daughter.

However, it was impossible.

Her exploits and achievements would be handed down for generations.

If Leticia desired, she could take Wynn and flee to another country. If she did that, she could leave behind the title of Brave and her status as lady of a Ducal House. Unlike any other noble lady, she believed she could live in any sort of environment.

But that would mean that Wynn would have to give up his dreams of becoming an imperial knight.

If Leticia begged him, that kind youth would accompany her. However, Wynn would end up abandoning his dreams. Leticia didn’t want that.

Just like a bird which had once again lost its freedom, Leticia stared enviously at the birds flying freely in the sky.


Translator Notes

  1. Expletive you レクトール… I was going to call you Lector, but considering your actions, I’ll call you Lecter. I don’t care if google comes up with Lecter being a last name. You deserve it. —back
  2. omiai… I rage-quitted here for a long time… —back
  3. Lawyer A will record this sentence against you for the trial. You have been notified. —back
  4. Translator’s liberty of idiom… —back



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I ended up ragequitting partway through the chapter. That’s why it’s late. In consolation, I named Leti’s father Lecter instead of Lector, as I had originally transliterated(is that the word?) it. Also, I learned that there was an Animesuki forum thread for this series… There is a spoiler-ish thing somwhere there that may console the rage. I won’t directly link to it in public.

I am opening up the World Turtle Translations server to the public. I’m just trying to circumvent the traditional media(WordPress), and get a more direct connection to the public. I’ll keep governance simple. I’m not going to be too picky on what happens in it, but do read the rules (not long). If it becomes too much for me to manage, I’ll purge the server, just as Stalin purged things. But feel free to rage as much as you want on the server. I’m not sure if how much tolerance I have for trolls. I only have one channel for people to chat on, for now.

In summary, the server is an experiment in anarchy, under the staff’s dictatorial oversight. If that even makes sense. Maybe it’s closer to model of an unlimited monarchy, except I’m not sure how the subjects can rebel, and how oppressive the monarchs will be. Here’s the invite.

BTW, Kuro Kishi(Black Knight) is still being edited. Xant’s group is facing a shortage of editor minions, and they also hold their multiple projects to a higher standard than I do with this one project(rightfully)