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!)
CV: Saitou Souma (斉藤 壮馬)
(Um, this guy doesn’t have a great personality either… LOL I PROMISE THEY GET BETTER. MY HUSBAND IS UP NEXT SO!! But, to be honest, Judah is a good boy; he just likes to act strong and bluff. He loves his girlfriend even though, at the same time, he’s conscious of the awful personality he has. Also, please look forward to his second season CD because “I Can’t Say Goodbye” is his love song and it’s so good).
Story premise is that these 6 boys have bands that are managed by Climax Records and though they have talent they have… their own problems. One day, the music executive (or executive producer) tells the boys that this is their last song. And so they’re all betting their survival on these last songs. Can you, as their girlfriend, support them? (Each boy has a different girlfriend).
CV: Kakihara Tetsuya (柿原 徹也)
(Much like Kagiha’s CD please make sure you’ve read most of the Psychedelica posts, especially the ones related to Karasuba, because there are SPOILERS in his character song and in the following drama tracks. Enjoy!)
Kondou Isami (近藤 勇)
CV: Inoue Kazuhiko (井上 和彦)
(HAPPY BELATED VALENTINES! I ridiculously missed the date but I wanted to share this as a Valentines gift to everyone. Kondou is one of my favorite characters from the Wasurenagusa series and his Kekkonroku track makes me bawl every time I listen to it. It was really surprising how much I liked him in the second series since I didn’t give him much thought in the first series (translated here by saki). Below will be somewhat of a TL;DR as I gush about why I love this guy).
Sakamaki Kanato (逆巻 カナト)
CV: Kaji Yuuki (梶 裕貴)
Sakamaki Reiji (逆巻 レイジ)
CV: Konishi Katsuyuki (小西 克幸)
(We made it everyone! The last round of the VERSUS series! Everyone who has stuck with me up until now deserves a cookie and hugs… and maybe a blood transfusion, haha. Before you ask, I don’t think I’ll be translating More Blood because I have too many projects going on already ;;; but Doropyan has been doing some!).
Sakamaki Kanato (逆巻 カナト)
CV: Kaji Yuuki (梶 裕貴)
(Here’s Kanato.. the psychotically insane screaming satanic demon baby Σ(＾∀＾;).. while I loved Kaji Yuuki’s voice and range in the CD, I absolutely loathe Kanato’s character. I wish I could have set his teddy bear on fire and kicked it out a window.
Also, I’m sorry for the lower quality of this translation but his long monologues were really difficult to understand Orz. His way of speaking is really difficult to get across as well, it’s like sarcastically polite).