The anti-saint faction’s assault came to an end without seeing much blood.
It was clear to everyone that the greatest achievement lied with the king and Saint Celiastina. Around the count of two hundred soldiers in that spot witnessed everything and, among the surrounding residents who stayed at home without evacuating, there were a number of those who secretly watched the situation.
They headed to the main gates of the royal palace.
At the front was the king, following him was Asyut, Milifaire, and then Jin. At the end was Neisan and Aeneas. During their walk through the corridor empty of people, no one opened their mouth.
The cold air in the corridor accelerated the tension in the area. Currently, the main gates were in the middle of a battle. How did the situation go when Celiastina appeared on the battlefield? Asyut thought over this matter as he moved out of the building with nervous legs. Was she safe or was the battle already reaching its conclusion? However, the tumult of that place couldn’t reach this place. And that just made Asyut feel even more stifled.
The anti-saint faction would soon arrive at the royal palace; Asyut, who received that report, was already heading towards the main gates in a formation along with the commander of the Order of Holy Knights, Vansaider, who was leading the army and the others.
At last the time has come, and Asyut pressed his lips tightly together.
Thus far, everything was moving within their range of expectations. The numbers of the anti-saint faction, their equipment, and their combat strength too, it was the same as the information they obtained beforehand. After all, it was only a small uprising by the common people. No matter how they struggled, they would not even be able to get a blow at the royal palace. However, the fact that they were literally “risking their lives” bore hard on Asyut’s heart. It must be the same for the soldiers who were about to clash swords from this time on.
What awaited Yuna when she woke up the next morning was the tremendous tension that had been here lately.
The royal palace was soon to be attacked by the anti-saint faction. That being said, she had been told a few days ago to try and not leave her room as much as possible. At that time, there was already more than enough of an atmosphere of being heavily guarded but Nasha still came every day to her room, as usual, and she participated in general ceremonies.
However, this morning, even that ordinary day was completely lost.
Andou Takafumi (安藤 貴文)
CV: Kitayama Kyousuke (北山 恭祐)
The Cursed Marriage of the Black House
Once, my father talked about a destined woman.
He probably became maudlin. I remembered this after I agreed to an engagement.
Autumn, at the village I visited I believed in fate.
You are the only woman I love.
Let our marriage ceremony of the Tani household be the last.
(Arguably one of the sweetest guys in this series but SUCH A TRAGIC END. This one in the series made me think about so many “what if” scenarios… As usual there is a WARNING: dark themes and it’s R18.)
Dark desires and cursed blood leads these men to that house–
The jet-black household called Tani, which had stood since the beginning, does not give birth to men.
Therefore it was a rule to take in a son-in-law from another household.
The daughter of the Tani household is beautiful.
Like moths drawn to the light, four men came forward.
And, once again, the seasons pass.
A jet-black house coated all over in the deepest black.
In a mountain village in a certain prefecture the Tani household was known to be wealthy; however due to a long-established custom, they were avoided.
After the death of the head of the house, the mother and daughter of the Tani household constantly searched for a successor.
What appeared there was–
Once again, continue to pay attention to the character profiles :’)). Also, it’s best to listen to this series in order to get the impact of the reveals.
Recently here, the number of guards had rapidly increased.
Asyut thought that as he briskly walked down a corridor wide enough to fit three carriages lined up side by side.
In the royal palace, a person was able to find soldiers carrying weapons no matter where they looked. Even this large corridor was the same. Here was one person, over there was one person, and further beyond was another person. This strict security was rampant throughout the royal palace.
Inside a dim room, the gathered people sat on their knees breathing face-to-face.
The light of the flickering lamp in the center of this windowless room was unreliable. If someone were to sigh, it would readily abandon its job for certain.
“… Everyone is gathered here, huh.”
“It certainly seems like even the royal palace has fallen into an uproar.”
Hearing Asyut murmur that Yuna was relieved that, contrary to expectations, he was calm.
In the corner of the complicatedly built palace; the two of them stood on a tasteless terrace.
They could see the royal palace’s west side plaza, one of the places where the names of the members of the anti-saint faction was posted, clearly from here. Once again, she realized that there were many of these elevated places built into the royal palace where one could see movements below in one sweep. Even now, there was no one – amongst those who were standing in front of the bulletin board – who noticed them here.
A room, lined with extremely luxurious furniture.
There were ten men, including Asyut, seated around a large round table. Their serious expressions were reflected on top of the diligently polished table. Four tall gilded pillars surrounded the men at a distance and looked down on them– the ceiling was far off. Complex patterns were drawn on that ceiling, as if representing the tangled relationships between the men.
Asyut massaged the furrow between his brows with his left hand, elbow resting on the table. Fortunately, the deep sigh that leaked out didn’t seem to enter anyone’s ears. But that wasn’t surprising, something like a single person’s sigh would disappear under the vigorous exchange of opinions happening in front of him. Vigorous opinions– yes, that expression sounded nice, but honestly several people were especially insistent on their own opinions.
Yuna walked around her own room in circles, unable to calm down.
She couldn’t bring herself to sit down quietly. She had to do something, anything– this thought pushed her own without meaning.
Two weeks have already passed since she learned of the fact that Ron was waiting eagerly for the anti-saint faction’s royal palace attack. There, Yuna had declared “I will go down the path that I believe in” but, in actuality, she couldn’t find anything for herself to do. Just by stepping out of her personal rooms she came under care of a bodyguard, so there was no way she could rush out into the town and persuade the anti-saint faction.
The sunlight, which seemed to pierce, shone mercilessly on the young lady’s back.
While gritting her teeth, the young lady carried a basket on her slender shoulder and walked at an even, unbroken pace. When she finally reached the building that was her goal, she opened the door with her body and dropped the basket she had been carrying with a thump. At that impact, an undersized fruit rolled out of the basket which was full of vegetables. It rolled to another young person. A muscular body bent to pick up the fruit and then, while throwing it into the basket, he gave a deep sigh.
“How many times have I said that you don’t need to do this kind of work, Mille.”
“And I’ve said many times that I’ll do it, even if you tell me not to, Jin.”
The young lady, called Mille, gave a chilly glance at the tall man before she poured water into a cup from the water jug beside her and drank it all at once.
The next morning, a letter was delivered to Yuna who was having breakfast in her room.
It was an exceedlingly fine-looking envelope, with an imposing wax seal. Because the messenger purposefully carried it to her on a golden tray, she could tell that the letter came from someone of status. However, for Yuna, who hadn’t received a letter in this life up to now, she had no idea who the sender could be.
In any case, nothing would start if she didn’t open it.
Finshing her breakfast and drinking her after meal tea, Yuna placed her cup on the table and then took the envelope in hand.
“Wow, it looks amazing on you, Lady Celiastina!”
Yuna, who was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her room, sent a wry smile back at her maid, Nasha, who looked at the mirror and exclaimed in delight.
Right now, Yuna looked more like a fashionable aristocratic lady than a saint who served God. She had on a light pink dress, layered with delicate lace, and a necklace with a large jewel; her makeup was also applied more carefully than usual.
“No, really, for this dress to be worn so splendidly…”
The dressmaker beside Nasha had a wide smile as he said this with admiration.
It was recent that he, an expert dressmaker, made a request to present his own work to the saint Celiastina. In less than a month, when the royal palace gave consent, the dress and the person himself entered the royal palace. And, because he wanted to check if there were any measurements which didn’t fit, it became a dress fitting session right there.
What is a miracle?
Sometimes, it might be the glittering stars in a black, night sky, which moves a person’s heart.
Sometimes, it might be the flower blooming in the wide desert, which comforts a person’s heart.
But in time the night will end and the glittering stars will disappear.
But in time the sand will dance and the colored flowers will be scattered.
It is only the human will that raises a miracle.
Even if one thinks it is lost, they must not give up.
If it is a miracle that cannot be lost, then one must never stop.
Only move forward.
As long as the flickering light beyond the road’s end is within sight.
(T/N: Updated the page list with 3rd book details!)