Meerkat Localizing Literature
“Were you deliberately saying it wasn’t related to make the culprit slip up? What a nasty personality for a detective.”
[Guh! A trap to catch the culprit by deliberately not mentioning fishing line! As expected of a great detective!]
(No, I was just being mean because I was annoyed, and I simply didn’t know the word ‘fishing line’…)
Who would have thought my malice and ignorance would work so well together? I was more surprised than anyone.… Read more
“So that’s why you were investigating the cemetery.”
“Right. Whisper was a bomber who operated from the graveyard. Even if the scent of gunpowder faded for most, you’d notice it. Wouldn’t you?”
“Well, yes, but… what if he changed his methods?”
“Then we’d just expand the investigation.”
Shrugging, Lonzder exhaled a plume of smoke.
“Detective work is a tedious pile of small observations. The excitement comes when they click together and reveal the truth—but getting there is mostly wasted effort.”… Read more
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be so stiff. Just relax.”
The other student—seated at the desk—spoke in a gentle voice.
He wasn’t wearing an armband, but there was only one person in the entire school allowed to sit in that chair.
“Nice to meet you.”
I said.
Though I’d seen him from afar, this was our first conversation, so it felt appropriate.
He responded:
“Yeah, nice to meet you. I’m Tokimoto Kazusa, the student council president.… Read more
Chapter 2: In the Sakuragi Duchy
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Our visit to the valley of maids ended up being a bust for gathering information.
That said, the maids promised to share any future leads with us, so in that sense, it was still a worthwhile trip. After all, maids have strong lateral connections.
With that settled, the question became: Where to next?
“Hey, how about visiting my family’s place?”
“Huh? What do you mean—”
“N-No!?… Read more
Chapter 8: Various Intentions
Several days had passed since the departure of the heavyweights. Stroman was running through the village after being called by the guards at the south gate. The sun had already begun to set, and the time was transitioning from evening to night.
When Stroman arrived at the south gate, one of the guards was talking to three individuals who appeared to be adventurers.
“What’s going on?”
“Ah, Stroman-san.… Read more
“Well, whatever. I’ll take it. 300 coins, right? Just a sec.”
The girl pulled a large leather pouch from her coat and the jingle of gold rang out.
But I couldn’t let that slide.
“Hey.”
“What is it?”
“How much do you think this sword is worth?”
She froze like a pigeon hit by a peashooter, but after a brief moment of hesitation, she crossed her arms and gave it some thought.… Read more
The Zervis before him was no inkling of his household’s noble dignity remaining.
Eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled in a ghastly visage
no different from starving urchins scrapping over scraps in the slums.
“A pathetic sight, Zervis Ornament.”
With a tone almost pitying, Kurtz spoke:
“As one who calls himself a Duke of the Six Great Households, standing at the empire’s apex…you should remain unwavering and steadfast in the face of any hardship befitting the head of a Ducal line.”… Read more
“Ever since a moment ago, these incomprehensible words have been flooding my mind! What is this!?”
“Incomprehensible words are flooding your mind?”
Owen furrowed his brow at Rourke’s explanation.
Beside him, Gareth was equally confused, wondering what Rourke was talking about. But Owen decided to focus on understanding Rourke’s situation.
From what Rourke described, it sounded like telepathy—a means of communication between a spirit and its contractor without words.
Normally, the spirit’s thoughts would be translated into understandable language within the contractor’s mind.… Read more
“Izumi-kun’s lunch was made by a girl, you know~?”
“H-Hey—!”
Meina’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Wow~ How enviable~”
She said it without a shred of shame.
(Jeez, she didn’t have to say that… Wait—?)
Opening the lunchbox Shiragiku had prepared, Izumi froze.
It was unusually extravagant—
packed with premium ingredients like a New Year’s feast.
Nanao and Meina peered in, eyes wide.
“Whoa, is that… Ise lobster?”
“Amazing~ And this looks like simmered abalone~”
A spread fit for a celebration.… Read more
……How much time had passed? After sinking into sorrow, a creeping dread began to seep into Yufia’s heart.
The grove stretched endlessly around her, thick with underbrush. There was no sign of people nearby.
Her body was still weak, her limbs bound. Even when she tried to use magic to free herself, for some reason, she couldn’t summon it as usual.
Her parents were away in the royal capital for work一no one was home.
Which meant… even if she never returned, no one would notice.… Read more