Meerkat Localizing Literature
Chapter 3: The Holy Theocracy
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Upon returning to the Duke Sakuragi’s main residence to report the incident with the evil serpent, the head butler was utterly astonished.
“S-So, you’re saying you defeated the legendary Jörmungandr—!?”
“Ah, so that’s its name?”
According to the butler, the legend had been dismissed as too fantastical to be taken seriously, and there had never been any reliable eyewitness accounts.
“And were you injured?”
“Not at all.… Read more
“This [Philosopher’s Stone] has the property of recording and storing specific magical power, then generating magical power that reproduces it. If we record and store the family heads’ magical power with this, the problem will be resolved.”
“…Hmm, an application of the magical inheritance performed by Eisenhud.”
“Yes. However, currently it’s extremely difficult to make contact with the Six Ducal Houses, particularly the family heads, and if we fall into a situation where we must take action, we’ll likely be crushed by overwhelming military force.”… Read more
I am weak. I think so. I’m weak. I’m receiving training from Hero Dan, but nothing has changed.
There’s a childhood friend named Dia. I have never once beaten Dia. Maybe a life of tilling fields as he says suits me.
“Goblins have appeared!!”
It’s noisy around me. When I go outside the village, there was a horde of goblins. Dia and the others were fighting at the front.
It’s already too late, at this point it’s too late.… Read more
(Perhaps… I misjudged Nanase Nanao.)
She’d seen her as a villainess—a homewrecker who’d swooped in to steal Izumi away.
But now, that rigid image was melting away, like ice under warm sunlight—
“Well, I’ll still win in the end, though~”
“…………”
—Only for that sunlight to ignite into hellfire.
Hakua’s smile darkened as her eye twitched.
“Ugh, hehe~. Nanase-san, you’re quite the joker, aren’t you?”
“Hakua-san. For my wedding with Izumi-kun, I’ll be counting on you to prepare the most delicious wedding cake, alright?”… Read more
“Ah, Kanbara-kun, you pervert.”
“Sorry!”
It’s because you pressed against me.
That’s what I said in my heart, but all the real me could do was apologize while flustered. Pathetic, even to myself.
While holding her chest with her hand, Kazama looked at me with half-lidded eyes.
“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?”
“No, it was an accident!”
“Really?”
“Really!”
I forgot we were in the middle of class and raised my voice.… Read more
“Excuse me. I’ve brought the guests.”
Taking one step inside and announcing this, Louis stepped aside to the side of the door as if to clear the way.
Then, a spacious room came into view. In the front, there was a pair of large sofas with a low table in the middle. Beyond that was a simple-designed desk with a chair with a large backrest. A middle-aged man sat alone in that chair.
He was a somewhat plump man with brown hair parted in the middle.… Read more
Actually, was she about to say “Mama” just now?
Looking at her fingertips holding the lunch box, her nails are neatly trimmed. I wonder if she does martial arts or swimming.
…No good, I’m unconsciously observing her. I continue the conversation to sound natural.
“Well, if someone can make it for you, that’s fine, isn’t it? Both my parents work in Tokyo and leave early in the morning. So I prepare things myself.”
“Oh! I see!… Read more
“A genius-level discovery?”
“Yeah. An incredibly miraculous commonality between you, Delta, and Iwama-san. Want to know?”
I didn’t particularly want to know, but Mizusaki wanted to talk about it. I jutted my chin to prompt him.
“First, recall the origin of the surname Delta.”
“Well, my actual surname is Izuta, though.”
Delta is a nickname stemming from a certain incident in middle school. There’s no historical background of my ancestors living in the Mississippi Delta or anything.… Read more
Chapter 6: True Strength
The testing period had come to an end.
Normally, most students would be basking in the relief of being freed from the pressure of exams, heading to the markets or theaters to refresh themselves in their own ways.
But today was different.
A large number of students made their way to the coliseum. The stands were, of course, filled to the brim with students, and even outside the coliseum, many gathered to watch the match through projections created by spirits.… Read more
Spring is such a frivolous season.
Just when you think lush greenery has suddenly sprung forth from a world that had been dried brown throughout winter, flowers begin popping open here and there. It’s as if the earth’s vitality, suppressed by frost, can no longer contain itself the moment it detects the north wind relenting and comes gushing out.
The earliest bloomer is, of course, the plum blossom.… Read more