Meerkat Localizing Literature
Yo.
It’s me, the guy who poked his nose in and kicked the bucket.
The world tends to think that bandits live freely, but in reality, it’s quite the opposite. You can’t just wander off wherever you want, and the Boss’s orders are absolute. If you don’t follow them, your head gets cracked open. I think the ones at the polar opposite of that restriction are free travelers or adventurers.… Read more
Another day, another shift spent putting my heart and soul into rom-com observation. Today, during homeroom, a major event was announced. Yes, the notice about summer vacation. Starting this month, we’re diving headfirst into the summer holidays.
Summer vacation—it’s paradise for high schoolers. Whether you want to lounge around at home, throw yourself into a part-time job or club activities, or best of all… yes, it’s the season where rom-com events are packed tighter than a rush-hour train.… Read more
Past noon, Eve showed up at the classroom just as planned. I met up with her in front of the classroom entrance and headed around back.
I guided her to a bench and had her sit there, looking like she couldn’t wait for the upcoming lesson.
“Did you sleep well last night?”
“Yes.”
“I see. You completed a solo request today, right?”
“O-Of course. I strictly followed what you told me, Sensei!”
Looking into her eyes, I confirmed she wasn’t lying.… Read more
“You called Reite-jou a damn woman? It seems your brain needs to be crushed and remade.”
“You said Ojou-sama is a lord by luck alone!? I’ll kill you seventy percent! I’ll make your body one that lives by luck alone!”
The prince and butler started kicking Koenelicht.
I opened my mouth in shock at their outfits—then snapped back with a “Stop it!” and intervened.
“Both of you, stop, stop!”… Read more
“T-That can’t be…! T-Then! What on earth should I do!?”
“That is the problem…”
Just because we know the cause, it doesn’t mean there’s a simple solution. After all, she cannot release mana properly. There is no way she can make her skills as a Saint function in such a state.
Technically, there is a method to make it better than it is now, but it’s very much a stopgap measure and can hardly be called practical.… Read more
“[Ater] Ater-Nanoir. Step forward.”
Inside the imperial castle of the Fortem Empire.
In the chalk-white castle towering at the center of the imperial capital, tension ran high in the throne room.
The cause was the information brought back by the Level 8 explorer, Ater-Nanoir.
Without even bringing her party members, Ater knelt alone before the Emperor.
Sitting on the majestic throne with his head resting on his hand was a handsome man who could still pass for a young youth.… Read more
“—Young Master! The item you requested!!”
Gurba’s loud voice reached the Corpse King’s ears clearly.
Instantly.
“Fu-chan, the location!”
“The Guild! The Guild!!”
“I knew it!”
Confirming the location of the source, the Corpse King glided just inches above the ground.
“Garm, we’re going to save them!”
“~~! Yes!!”
He picked up Garm, who had been worried about “that child”—who seemed to be a Primordial Species—and then asked:
“Nifl, how much time?”
“Only about five minutes until reconstruction is complete.”… Read more
“But I’m relieved. Even for you, [Living under one roof with a cute step-sister ♪] is impossible. God has not abandoned us!”
“You read too much manga. What’s with this obsession with step-sisters…?”
“You just don’t get it! The romance of being called ‘Onii-chan ♡’ by a cute sister who adores you unconditionally!”
“As someone who actually has a sister, I seriously don’t even want to understand…”
Izumi was thoroughly put off by the hidden fetish of a male friend he thought he was quite close with.… Read more
“–Ahhhh… it’s been a while since I’ve come near the imperial capital…”
Swaying in the carriage, Lucia stretches her back with a long groan.
Hearing Lucia’s words, Kurtz turned away from the window to face her.
“That’s right. Though now we’re based in Felmund, and the imperial capital has the duke’s house’s influence and many watchful eyes, making it difficult to move around freely. Unlike before when I had no position or power, now I have the status of Viscount Achimenes’ heir.”… Read more
Gurba walked leisurely down the street filled with agonizing screams, moving against the tide of fleeing people.
Thunder roared. The Corpse King was trampling the demons.
Seeing the armaments he himself had forged become the King’s power, and watching him wield those weapons to their absolute limit, was a source of supreme bliss for Gurba.
Though the King remained humble, Gurba marveled at his skill—convinced that no one in human history would ever make his weapons dance more perfectly.… Read more