#The Heavily Armoured Noble Girl Monette: How To Break a Curse You Don't Remember Casting

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Chapter 7: Witches are Fickle

“Well then, about Prince Alexis’ curse of bad luck and Percival’s curse of behaving eccentrically when he’s tired…”

“Shall we talk about your cursed drawing ability and the monsters you create as well, Lady Monette?”

“Cute kitty-cats!” Monette cries, “How rude!”

Percival snorts in a combative way. Alexis sighs in exasperation at the two of them… then from that slight movement, his chair breaks into pieces and he collapses to the floor.

It’s shortly past noon.

After sleeping soundly, Alexis and Percival helped themselves to her food for lunch. It’s shortly after Monette started gazing at her remaining food supplies in dissatisfaction.

Apparently statistically, the curse doesn’t seem to kick in as much in the afternoon, so she thought to talk about it now when they had a chance… and then this happens.

Monette can’t help but say, “Please sit on the floor.”

She holds out a cushion to Alexis.

“Lady Monette, there’s a limit to how rude you can be. Asking the prince to sit on the floor…”

“It’s fine, Percival. If I sit on a chair, it breaks, so I might as well just sit on the floor –“ Alexis’ voice cuts off as he makes to sit on the floor.

Needless to say, on trying to sit down, he fell into the basement for a second time, making a big racket. A loud, echoing crashing sound. Wood flakes fly up.

“Y–your Highness! Are you alright!?”

“Yeah, I’m fi– good morning, Robertson and your friend! I’m begging you, please don’t come this wa-!”

Alexis screams. At the sound, Percival hurriedly heads down to the basement.

Monette follows after Percival, all while urging the spiders, “Bite him, Robertson, Robertson’s fashionable friend!”

They go for a fresh start after the day’s first incident.

Monette can’t stand having any more holes in the floor, so she sets up a basic table in the wine cellar in the basement. For now, she’ll ignore Percival staring at the wine in interest, murmuring “This is…” and “Even wine from that period…”

“I shall give you a bottle for every chair you repair,” she says half-jokingly, but Percival just nods in response, looking rather serious.

Putting aside the wine, it’s time to talk about the curse again.

On placing an open book on the table, Alexis and Percival peer down at it, wondering what it contains. But they both just look confused immediately after glancing down.

After all, the book laid out on the table is not written in an alphabet they can read. No, they may not even be able to recognize the writing as letters. Even Alexis, who has learned several countries’ languages as a prince, is at a loss at the uneven lines of writing that look as though a worm might have wriggled them out.

“Monette, what country is this writing from?”

“This is witches’ script. Only witches can understand it and use it. It’s a special form of writing that only those from a witch’s bloodline can use.”

“You can read it?”

“It would be more accurate to say that I became able to read it,” Monette explains as she flips through the spellbook.

Witches’ script, only known in witches’ households. Normally, it would’ve been passed down from parent to child, but unfortunately, the House of Idira threw away their knowledge of the script long ago. If Monette showed the writing to any of her living relatives, they’d probably just end up saying, “What are these dirty lines?”

That’s the kind of spellbook it is. It had been stored away in the attic of their mansion.

When she moved to this old castle, she brought all the books like that she could find. Holing herself away in this empty castle, she learned how to read it one letter at a time, thus becoming able to use spells.

“Does this book have anything on curses?”

“There’s a few that might be relevant… nope, stop right there. You look like you’re thinking that it’s me after all. Prince Alexis too, please don’t lower your head,” Monette scolds, “Don’t treat me like the culprit.”

It would be an understatement to say that it makes Monette feel bad to be treated as the culprit after cooperating so much as well as providing meals and a place to sleep. After pointing this out to the two of them, their expressions change in an instant. They even bring the conversation back to the spellbook.

From the abrupt change in topic, Monette can’t help but say, “Don’t make me a participant in your farce,” and glare at them from in her helmet.

“If a witch’s spellbook has curses, then I was cursed by a witch after all. Just who did it…?”

“I’m not able to determine which witch exactly. While the House of Idira discarded their heritage as witches, there’s still many witch households remaining in the world. Either you did something to make one of those witches resent you, or someone requested one of them to curse you…” Monette goes silent.

Alexis is softly laughing as he listens to her talk. But his brow is furrowed, and his narrowed deep brown eyes are pained. Still, he’s forcing a smile onto his face.

“That’s true,” he responds, so thinly it almost sounds like a sigh. His voice is slightly hoarse – he looks indescribably pained.

Unable to bear it, Monette scratches her head. Her iron-covered finger makes a grinding noise against her helmet.

It looks like Percival’s expression is pained as well. He looks towards Alexis and almost says something… but shuts his mouth, looking irritated. He probably can’t think of anything to comfort Alexis.

Percival twists his expression, looking pained again at his cowardice. Monette lets out a small sigh in the midst of the heavy atmosphere.

Though, her sigh is absorbed by her thick helmet and isn’t heard by the other two.

But the fact of the matter is Alexis is cursed, and they do not know who the culprit is.

There’s a number of modern witch households in the world, and it’s almost impossible for a self-taught novice witch like Monette to investigate the spells they have.

Above all, the way Alexis’ bad luck shows itself bothers her.

He gets ill and becomes injured, but never dies or deals with lasting injuries or sicknesses. He gets into dangerous situations like being chased by wolves, but every time, he’s saved in the nick of time. He often breaks chairs or tables and such, but he only ever gets minor injuries.

It’s much too weak for a witch’s curse.

“Curses are the same as charms, they weaken if the one who cast it is far away or is sleeping. A talented witch may be cursing you from afar, or a weak witch may be cursing you close by, or perhaps a witch is suppressing the power of the curse to avoid suspicion, or it’s simply a toned-back curse…”

“You can’t investigate the curse with that cup last night like how you verified the curse was real?” asks Percival.

Monette shakes her head, indicating that it’s impossible. It must make a surreal sight to see a helmet turn from left to right with a grind, but Alexis and Percival don’t have the time to spare to notice that.

The two of them listen to Monette with strange expressions on their face, looking straight at her. Deep brown eyes and emerald eyes. Though they aren’t glaring at her, their gazes are piercing. Monette finds it hard to breathe – she flips through the spellbook to avert her gaze and additionally direct their gazes towards the table.

Her iron helmet hides her expression and her sighs… but she can’t wipe the bead of sweat that drips down her cheek. When she automatically lifts a hand to do so, a clank sounds out when the iron gauntlet and helmet meet.

How terribly inconvenient.

“While I cannot investigate the curse, I believe a witch in a neighboring country may be able to. Unlike myself in the House of Idira, she was born into a long, continuous lineage of witches. I shouldn’t be able to even hold a candle to her skill in magic and curses.”

Monette spreads out a map next to the spellbook, then taps an iron-covered finger at the approximate location of the witch.

It’s right on the border between the countries. It would probably take about half a month to get there and back with a carriage. You would have to leave the forest bordering the countries, then continue on into the valley… it would be tough at times, but it’s not impossible to traverse.

Learning that there was a lead unexpectedly close by, Alexis and Percival’s expressions very slightly soften.

“However,” Monette says in warning as she reads the spellbook, “Witches are fickle. No matter who you may be, no matter what you may want, if it doesn’t suit them, they will not cooperate with you. They may not even reveal themselves in front of you.”

“Is that the way it is? Even if it’s a royal command?”

“Though human, witches have apparently always lived on a different plane of existence than others. And so, even if you’re royalty, everything depends on their mood. Depending on how you treat them, they may even go hostile. Supposedly no matter the country, people have struggled with dealing with these moody witches.”

“I see. So even if we go to meet her, we won’t know if she’ll even meet us, let alone cooperate with us…”

For some reason, Alexis and Percival exchange glances.

Ignoring them, Monette flips through the spellbook.

“Though that doesn’t appear to be the case between witches,” she murmurs.

… The words slip out accidentally.

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Chapter 6: The Bodyguard Knight’s Strange Midnight Activities 

“Would you prefer to sleep on the floor in the great hall or in the wine cellar in the basement? You may also stay in a shed outside,” asks Monette.

Percival glares at Monette, his eyes so very sharp. In response, Monette sticks out her tongue in her helmet. Naturally, no one can see it as she’s encased in iron, but Percival furrows his eyebrows, sensing something. He has sharp instincts.

“This castle is big enough that it must have guest rooms.”

“Oh, were you not aware, Percival? Guest rooms are meant for guests.”

After Monette explains bluntly that they were not guests, Percival understands what she means. His eyebrows furrow further. But he probably realizes that they did barge in on her. All he does is glance at her with a dissatisfied expression. At his frustrated look, Monette does a little victory dance in her heart –

“Prince Alexis is tired. Please hurry up and take us to a guest room… a quiet room, where the floor won’t cave in, the bed won’t break, a bird won’t crash through the window, the night section of a tap-dancing club won’t hold their tap dancing competition on the floor above, and a surprise clown won’t accidentally enter the room because of the late night party held in the room next to us.”

“Have you ever stayed in a room where the bed broke, a bird crashed through the window, the night section of a tap-dancing club held their tap dancing competition on the floor above, and a surprise clown accidentally entered your room because of the late night party held in the room next to you?”

“… Don’t ask me that, it brings back bad memories.”

Apparently the examples he gave were just a small fraction of what they’ve gone through. Percival murmurs that they haven’t been able to sleep soundly for the past year.

The only thing Monette can sense from his voice is exhaustion. She does another little victory dance in her heart. Her imaginary self finishes up her dance by tracing with her feet the words ‘Serves you right!’ with a flourish.

Monette can’t help but cheer up at their sorry state. Feeling generous, she lets them stay in a quiet guest room where the floor is not caved in. It’s the room she lends to the very few people who stop by the old castle.

Naturally, the bed won’t break and the night section of a tap-dancing club won’t hold their tap dancing competition upstairs. A surprise clown won’t accidentally enter their room instead of the room next door where a party is being held. But well, as they are inside a forest, it’s possible that a bird may crash through the window.

“Prince Alexis, please use this room. Percival, you may use the room next door.”

“No, I’m fine in this room as well.”

“… Ah.”

“What’s the matter?”

“No, I mean, I understand. D – do not worry about it. I am fine with it so long as you wash the sheets yourselves afterwards.”

“Don’t show us consideration we don’t want. I’m a bodyguard, just a bodyguard.”

Monette is berated for messing around and so she sticks her tongue out in her helmet again. Alexis, looking tired at their back-and-forth, approaches the bed and verifies its make and softness.

“The bed legs seem sturdy – the bottom shouldn’t fall out.”

“Milord, what about the mattress and pillow?”

“Mm, looks like there’s no ticks.”

“How rude.”

“Milord, I’ll verify under the bed.”

“No, it’s fine. There isn’t a man with a scythe or a woman with bloodshot eyes hiding under the bed this time around.”

“I’m telling you that you don’t need to– this time around!? People like that have hidden under your bed before!?” cries Monette, “What in the world!? That’s scary!”

Apparently they ran about quite a bit before coming to Monette’s old castle. At a certain inn they stayed at during their journey, a man whose wife was having an affair determined where the man she was having an affair with stayed. Aiming to kill this man, he snuck into their room by mistake. Another time, a woman stalking a man who had disappeared snuck into their room, again by mistake. From this trauma, they began to always check under their beds.

At their story, Monette is dumbfounded. This is enough to make even Monette feel sorry for them rather than think that they deserve it.

And so, she takes out a piece of parchment and a pen from the pouch on her waist and smoothly draws a cute kitty-cat with an experienced hand. She places the charm on the bed’s headboard.

“What a dreadful creature you’ve drawn… oh I see, you’re telling us to dream of being chased by this creature…”

“It’s a cute kitty-cat!”

“Look, Prince Alexis, half of this creature’s face has caved in. No doubt she’s telling us to go get our faces burned off in our dreams.”

“It’s a cute winking kitty-cat! It’s a curse ward!”

“A curse ward?” Percival and Alexis parrot in unison.

Monette lets out a humph and looks away from them. Though well, the sound of her humph is absorbed by her thick helmet – all they see is her suddenly looking the other way with a grinding noise.

On a side note, this cute winking kitty-cat charm is most definitely a curse ward.

Though well, despite being called a curse ward it doesn’t work indefinitely – it works for at most a half-day. And if Monette sleeps or goes away, the effect lessens.

Even with magic, there’s nothing that works universally no matter where you may be in the world. This goes double-fold for those of the House of Idira, who had nothing to do with magic for so long.

As she doesn’t know anything about who cast the curse or how it works, the only thing she can do is ward off the disasters as they come.

“Still, it should protect you enough to let you sleep soundly tonight.”

At Monette’s explanation, Percival lets out a small sigh of admiration and some slight relief, while Alexis’ expression softens… and he falls onto the bed like he fell unconscious.

Immediately after, his breathing slows, seemingly sleeping. He must have been very tired – in both mind and body.

“As that’s the way it is, I would suggest that you sleep in the room next door, Percival.”

“No, I’ll stay here,” Percival declines firmly.

Monette shrugs, thinking him obstinate, then leaves the room.

Two hours later, after finishing some research she had been doing in her room, she puts on her armour on top of her dressing gown and heads to Alexis and Percival’s room again.

On knocking on the guest room’s door, after a while, the door slowly opens. Percival peeks his head out.

“My apologies for interrupting your fun.”

“… Hm? What’s the matter?”

“Er, that is… I found a stronger curse ward than the one I used originally, so I thought I would swap it out for the new one.”

“… I see. Alright, then I’m counting on you,” Percival responds slowly, opening the door.

Monette had thought that he would glare at her and hurl an insult or two – what a disappointment.

“This is kind of disconcerting,” murmurs Monette.

But she still enters the room. She hears Alexis’ steady breathing as he sleeps. It seems like he’s sleeping really deeply – he’ll definitely sleep soundly until morning. At this rate, Monette just hopes that he wakes up in the morning rather than after it.

“With this charm, Prince Alexis should be fine even if he sleeps until the afternoon… Percival? Are you listening?” Monette asks.

After a ten second interval, Percival, resting on the sofa, responds.

“Yeah, I’m listening.”

From his slow response and the tone of his voice, Monette realizes he hadn’t been listening in the slightest. She glares at him. What a rude person.

But the next moment, Monette’s eyes widen. Percival is gesturing for her to come over.

Gesturing her over after ignoring her – how terribly rude. But Monette still approaches him… only to have her arm – or to be more precise, her gauntlet – gripped tightly to pull her forcibly into a hug.

Monette’s body… or rather armour is pressed against his chest. His sturdy arms envelop her.

“Percival!?”

“Lady Monette…”

“W- What are you doing!?”

“Lady Monette, you’re such a good girl.”

“… Excuse me?”

“You even researched for us – Lady Monette, you’re really a kind and good girl.”

“U- um, Percival?”

He pats her helmet with his large hands. Monette is bewildered – she has no idea what’s going on.

His current behaviour is completely different from how he acted during the day. Not only is he saying positive things like “You’re kind,” and “Thank you,” he’s also embracing her and patting her helmet.

There’s no way she wouldn’t be shocked by this.

On a side note, although she’s being embraced, the iron armour doesn’t let any body heat through, so her heartbeat doesn’t increase in the slightest. Rather, the more Percival praises her, the colder Monette feels. From the slightly cold air, naturally.

“Lady Monette, thank you. You’re really a kind person.”

“Percival, please return to your senses!”

“You redid the charm for us too, huh? It really is a cute kitty-cat, you’re good at drawing.”

“What happened to you, Percival, are you going to die!? If you’re going to die, die somewhere else!” Monette screams.

But Percival continues to happily shower her compliments, ignoring her scream. He embraces her tightly and continues patting her on the helmet.

--

Fifteen minutes later.

“… It happens sometimes,” explains Percival. He’s sitting on the sofa, looking downwards, face covered with by hands. The air was thick around him.

“Sometimes?” asks Monette, standing right in front of him.

“… Like when I’m tired.”

“Please sleep.”

“No, but the prince-“

“Sleep. Right. Now.”

Percival murmurs “A bodyguard…”, but after glancing at Monette he obediently heads to the room next door.

No doubt after coming to his senses and calmly looking back at his actions – a brief moment of clarity for him - along with realizing his wrongdoings at the sight of Monette, he decided to obediently go to sleep.

… After seeing Monette covered in fingerprints from all his patting.

T/N:

Today’s fun phrase: 祝杯をあげる

Literal meaning: A celebratory salute done by firing guns into the air.

I translated this as ‘do a victory dance’ as I felt that would flow better while conveying the same ‘celebratory’ meaning. Later on, she mentions:

紙吹雪と共に垂れる幕にはファンシーな文字で『ざまぁみろ』と書かれている

This would be literally translated as “’Serves you right” is written in fancy script on the curtains that are closed as confetti flies about.” I presume that since it mentions closing curtains, this is just supposed to evoke the imagery that the celebratory salute concludes with a fancy declaration of Serves them right!

So I transposed the ‘fancy script’ to ‘with a flourish’ and had imaginary Monette finish her dance by tracing the words in question.

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T/N:

So Saki’s The Daughter of the Albert House Wishes for Ruin is one of my favourite shoujo web novels - it’s a comedy about a girl who tries to be a noble girl villainess, but fails miserably and only ends up becoming closer friends with the protagonist, much to her ire. It’s as funny as it sounds.

I noticed that Saki had written a number of other stories, so I decided to check them out. I’m planning to translate the first few chapters of the stories with summaries that interest me and I might pick one up permanently if I still like it at the end of the chapters.

This will not affect my Destruction Flag Otome release schedule.

Chapter 1: Armoured Girl 

“As if I’d marry an ugly woman like you!”

Those were the first words he uttered the first time Monette Idira met him face-to-face.

Those were also the last words she heard from him.

What ugly words. To make things worse, those words were uttered by her fiancé, Alexis Radoll. Monette, still young, was very hurt by his words – and before the wound could heal, the very next day, she despaired when she learned that her younger sister had become his fiancée instead. She began to fear the gaze of others since she didn’t know what part of her was ugly. And fearing their mockery of her ugliness, she stopped appearing in front of others…

And eventually, she decided to wear iron armour from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.

Monette looks up at the sound of the birds chirping.  A blue sky peeks out from behind tree leaves criss-crossing above her. Every so often sunlight brightly shines through the canopy, but Monette just keeps looking upwards without closing or squinting her eyes.

It’s bright enough that it would normally hurt people’s eyes… normally.

“I planned to get back before the sun rose…”

After muttering that she stayed too long, Monette starts walking again.

Enough food supplies to last her a week are in the paper bag she holds with both hands. She bought food that would last for a while, but it’s probably still not sanitary to walk for many hours in sunlight holding the bag. Most importantly, if sunlight hit it for too long, it would begin to hold in heat… and by ‘it’, she meant the armour.

Wanting to get back quickly, Monette speeds up a little. In this quiet forest where the chirping of birds echoes, her iron armour clatters loudly…

She’s covered from head to toe – so naturally, her fingertips are too. She covers her entire body with armour. A long while back she started to be known as the ‘Heavily Armoured Noble Girl’, or just the ‘Armoured Girl’ for short. What an ironic name. But it’s true that given how she hid not only her face, but every inch of her skin, there was no way to describe her but ‘heavily armoured’. It’s also true that she was a noble girl. Though naturally, given that Monette was living alone deep in the forest in the old castle, she didn’t really benefit from her nobility. It’s been a long time since she was a noble’s daughter.

And so that nickname of hers was terribly ironic, but Monette had no interest in correcting the name or in tracking down the person who thought it up and berating them. Her reasoning is probably something like this: They can say what they want, I only talk with people once a week to buy food anyways.

“I’ve got bread, jam, and meat jerky. Maybe next week I’ll bring them some wine to make some more money.”

Reaching the old castle in the forest, Monette spreads out her purchases on a table. As she confirms that she hasn’t forgotten to buy anything, she takes off her helmet. She lets out a rather deep sigh of relief as her navy blue hair is freed.

It’s incredibly tiring for Monette to go shopping in the nearest city district once a week. It takes several hours to reach the district from the old castle – it’s a long journey as it is, but given that she wears a full set of armour, it’s naturally impossible for her not to get tired. To make things worse, once she reaches the district obviously there are people around, and she always breaks out in a cold sweat at the idea that they look down at her even though she’s covered in iron.

She thinks that she hears a young boy saying ‘How ugly,’ but even when she accepts that those words are just an auditory hallucination, she hears people actually saying ‘Armoured Girl’ behind her back. She’s too afraid to verify whether those mocking voices she hears is real or not.

The only thing Monette can do is to take shallow breaths in her helmet and quickly finish up her shopping. Then she runs away to the forest, clanking all the way.

In direct contrast to the city, the only person in this old castle is Monette. Naturally, no one sees her and no one speaks. She even has animal repellant set up.

How relaxing – even if she takes off her helmet and the rest of her armour, no one sees her. It would be so nice if she could live in this old castle for the rest of her life. But in order to live, she needs food. She could make do if all she needed was vegetables, but she can’t make goods like bread and other processed food by herself. In order to buy food like that she needs to go to the city…

“Should I pay them to deliver it here…? But I don’t want people to come here too... Hm?”

Monette goes quiet at the sudden sound of other people’s voices. She sneaks up to the old castle’s entranceway. People are talking on the other side of the door. From their voices, it’s two men… as she was listening closely to verify that, they knock on the door. In a panic, she first puts on the helmet before putting on the rest of the armour that had been left outside. She twirls around in front of a mirror to make sure that no skin is visible.

Either they had followed her in some kind of fascination with the Armoured Girl, or they got lost in the forest and want help.

They’re probably not salespeople – she doubts that anyone would come this far just for that. Maybe she forgot her change when she bought her bread, and a nice clerk came to return – nah, no way. If something like that happened, they’d probably want a tip that was greater than the change she forgot.

As she muses, she cautiously reaches a hand out to the doorknob before slowly unlocking the door…

Her eyes widen at the person standing on the other side.

A young man with dark brown eyes and hair and sharp features. He’s wearing a ratty robe and is putting up his hood in an attempt to hide, but he can’t hide the elegance that seeps through what little that can be seen. The moment Monette sees the young man, a young boy’s words echo clearly in her mind, the memories returning.

As if I’d marry an ugly woman like you!

… and so, she slams the door back closed.

She slams it so hard that the door might’ve warped. So hard that it may have hit the noses of him and his companion…

… she hears a strangled cry, so it’s possible that she actually hit one of them.

Humans are pretty good at bouncing back from things, so Monette returns to normal soon after slamming the door shut. She’s mastered repressing her unconscious mind. But the two on the other side of the door don’t seem to want to go home just because of what she did. They begin to bang on the door, louder than before.

“Monette, it’s you right!? Please open up!”

“I think I’ll have some bread.”

“Lady Monette, please, just lend us a small amount of your time!”

“Perhaps I’ll brew some tea. Oh, I had some new tea leaves – I should try them out.”

“I know that you resent me, but Monette – wolves! Oh no, Percival, wolves!”

“Maybe I should have some pastries first… wolves?”

“Lady Monette! Forget about talking, please just give us shelter!”

They begin screaming in between calling out her name as they bang on the door.

“I suppose my animal repellent wore off,” says Monette, tilting her head to the side.

…Though, since she’s wearing an iron helmet, all that can be observed from the outside is a grinding noise and a slight tremble.

Even as she tilts her head, she reluctantly puts her hand on the doorknob. She really doesn’t want to let them in, but at the same time, she doesn’t want them to be killed and eaten right on her doorstep. She wouldn’t be able to sleep if they were eaten as they screamed and panicked.

And so, with no other choice, she opens the door. The two men run inside in a panic. She slams the door closed so the wolves can’t get in.

It looks like they were really panicked – though, that’s a pretty normal reaction to wolves closing in – so the two of them were breathing shallowly and making sure that they were both alright. They then look up.

That elegant and intelligent face reminds Monette of his young self… though she barely remembers him from back then anymore. Monette lowers her head. Though she’s covered head to toe in armour and living in a forest, she has to lower her head to him.

“It’s been a while, Prince Alexis,” says Monette.

Her iron armour makes a grim grinding sound as her head lowers.  

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Chapter 5: Who Cursed the Prince?

“What does this mean, Lady Monette? Why is Prince Alexis the only one to say that the water tastes bad?”

“That’s because he’s cursed, of course,” replies Monette, throwing a piece of chocolate in her mouth as well.

Alexis and Percival exchange glances.

They don’t ask out loud what she means, but their expressions are clearly questioning. Seeing their expressions, Monette chugs down the remaining water and begins to talk. Naturally, it’s water. It’s neither bitter nor sweet.

“The water from earlier that had the charm dissolved in it reacts to curses. It’s just water for people who aren’t afflicted with a curse, but those who are taste it as terribly bitter.”

“That drawing of that ugly creature has a power like that...?”

“It was a cute kitty-cat! Anyways, the point is that since Prince Alexis tasted the water as bad, someone must have cast a curse on him.”

“… I see, so as expected, I’m cursed.”

Alexis lets out a small breath of air, then slowly lowers his gaze. His exhaustion and grief is clear as day from his expression – anyone who was unaware of his words on that day or his current reputation would no doubt feel for him. Perhaps it’s due to his normal grace, but it’s painful just watching him.

But anyone would feel downhearted on learning that they were cursed, that someone wanted them to suffer.

Alexis’ gaze remains lowered for a while, his emotions probably battling it out on the inside. Finally, he weakly raises his head. His face looks exhausted and his deep brown eyes look pained. He stares at Monette with those deep brown eyes of his.

At his stare, Monette swallows inside her helmet.

She wears the helmet so others can’t see her. So, their eyes can’t meet – but still, she stands defensively at his straight gaze. His eyes are spiritless and haggard, and yet she breaks out into a cold sweat at the idea that she’s being stared at.

“Monette…”

“Y – yes. What is it…?”

“I understand that you hold a grudge against me. Little wonder, after what I said to you. I will do anything it takes to make it up to you, so please, break this cu–”

“– Like I said before, it wasn’t me!” Monette says, raising her voice on sensing the start of another endless back-and-forth.

“Monette! Who could it be other than you!?”

“I don’t know! Maybe you angered some random witch somewhere!”

“After realizing how terribly I treated you, I worked as hard as I could to be a good prince. I should’ve had good interpersonal relationships!” Alexis insists before lowering his gaze again.

Despite his insistences, he was currently cursed.

“They should’ve been good…” he murmurs finally, trailing off into a sigh.

The fringe of his hair sways. His hair is slightly damaged – Monette can tell how tough this past year must’ve been for him.

At Alexis’ state, Monette shrugs with a grinding noise. As she shrugs, she thinks that she agrees with his statement that his interpersonal relationships should’ve been good…

She knows that he was a good prince.

Although she’s cooped up in the old castle, she still goes to town once a week to shop. When she’s in town, she does often hear stories of Alexis, even if they’re nothing more than gossip.

He interacts with people kindly (never abusing his position), he’s gentle, and most importantly he thinks about what would be best for his citizens. If he ascended the throne, the country would no doubt take a turn for the better… everyone talked about this as they laughed in a friendly manner. Not wanting to ruin everyone’s fun, Monette always just obediently listened to their stories and occasionally made noises of agreement.

Now that she thinks back, people stopped talking about him at some point.

In exchange, they started talking a lot more about his little brother, the second prince, but perhaps that was the beginning of the curse.

She had zero interest in the second prince so she had ignored all the stories about him, but now that she thinks back, she feels like the stories had some insults towards Alexis mixed in.

“It’s been about one year since people starting saying this and that about you, correct?”

“This and that, huh… Monette, what did they say about me?”

“Do you want to hear?” says Monette before continuing concernedly, “Won’t it hurt?”

Alexis nods his head with a pitiful expression. He probably wants to face the reality that baseless rumours are spreading, lowering his reputation.

That’s why Monette decides to tell him everything. She thinks back to her memories of going to town. If she recalls correctly…

“They said that you played around with women, that you were showing your true self, that you were foolish compared to your brother, Prince Rodell.”

“I – I see…”

“They even said that you should renounce your right to the throne. That they were tricked, that the only thing good about you was your face…”

“Prince Alexis, are you alright? Lady Monette, leave it at there.”

“Oh, and that you were an unlucky bastard who broke chairs.”

“That’s got to be something you said.”

Monette had intended to casually slip in the insult, but Percival caught it and berated her. In her mind, she clicks her tongue.

As she’s feeling refreshed after informing Alexis of some of the abuse hurled at him, Alexis lets out a deep sigh.

“Thank you for telling me,” he thanks her – but she doesn’t think that he’s actually that grateful. He looks like he’s about to cry – or even collapse.

At the sight of him, Monette murmurs, “It’s a curse.”

Monette didn’t think that he would do anything to make others resent him either. This was due to his reputation before it did a one-eighty, and most importantly the gifts of apology sent to her on a regular basis.

The gifts came with letters, none of which she had read. They probably were filled with apologies. As she continued to not reply to his letters, he eventually stopped sending them, probably not wanting to burden her. Instead, he began to send just the gifts of apology. She didn’t even want to see them so she sold them as soon as they arrived, but he probably understood that she was doing that – everything he sent sold for a high price.

A good prince loved by everyone. He even sincerely apologizes for things he did in the past.

That’s why Alexis thinks that Monette was the one to curse him.

… No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he wants Monette to be the one who cursed him. After that thought crosses her mind, Monette scratches her head, thinking that it can’t be helped. On scratching her helmet with a gauntlet-covered finger, the loud sound of iron scraping against itself echoes out.

“I understand. It can’t be helped – I will help you break your curse.”

“… Monette?”

“I don’t like being treated as the culprit, after all. There’s only so much I can do with my charms, but I am a witch. I believe I will be able to help you a bit.”

At Monette’s words, Alexis’ expression brightens in an instant.

There’s nothing that the two of them can do to break a curse when they can’t use magic. No doubt Monette’s words were like a ray of sunshine in a sea of despair for them.

In fact, at this very moment Alexis is expressing his sincere gratitude from the bottom of his heart. He even stands up to try to shake her hand, thinking that words aren’t enough… that’s when…

Crash!

He crashes through the floor and falls down into the basement. Dust and wood shavings poof upwards.

“Your Highness!” cries Percival, peering down into the hole in a panic.

“I – I’m fine, Percival. I just fell a little… wait a second, Robertson! Your friend too! Ah – AH-H-H-H!”

Alexis’ indescribable scream rings out.

Monette hears the sound of several bottles of wine breaking.

She wonders which will be first – this old castle collapsing, breaking Alexis’ curse, or perhaps even Alexis succumbing to the curse and dying – and sighs.

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Chapter 3: The Armoured Girl and Her Friends from the Ceiling

The old castle Monette lives in may seem like it’s deteriorating given that no one’s cared for it in a while, but it’s still a well-constructed building.

It’s pretty convenient to use since there’s lots of space, and as it is an old castle, it has a unique atmosphere thanks to its olden feel. At night, you can see a night sky full of stars from the balcony, and in the morning, a refreshing breeze carries along the scent of the forest. If the path to the castle was properly maintained and the inside was cleaned up, it would no doubt become a fancy inn.

Monette was having dinner with Alexis and Percival in one such room of this castle, a large hall.

Naturally, her armour is still on. Obviously, her face is covered by her helmet as well. Her mouth is all properly covered up by iron, but she’s still eating in a dispassionate manner.

“… Lady Monette, how do you work?” says Percival, looking at her suspiciously.

“What do you mean by that?”

“How does your body work?”

“I will not answer any questions pertaining to sex.”

“What are you talking about?”

At Monette’s response, Percival’s brow furrows. It’s obviously an expression of confusion, but Monette just cocks her head to the side with a grind. She doesn’t know what he’s asking.

Regardless, Monette manipulates a fork with a silver gauntlet-clad hand and brings a mouthful-sized piece of meat to her mouth after dipping it in sauce. After she fills her mouth with the food, Percival and Alexis seem to be staring at her.

She doesn’t understand them at all. It doesn’t feel good to be stared at. Her hand naturally begins to tremble – the trembles reverberate through the gauntlet to the fork, which begins to slightly tap against the plate, making a tapping sound.

“It is rude to stare at someone while they’re eating.”

“Oh, I’m so very sorry. It’s just that the only thing I saw was a bizarre spectacle - a lump of iron absorbing food,” says Percival flatly.

Alexis, who eats next to him, lets out a sigh at his words. He internally laments that his underling and the noble girl who resents him don’t get along well.  

“Monette, I want to ask you about how you’re eating,” he says, as if he’s acting as a mediator.

“How I’m eating?”

“Yes. We cannot see your mouth at all – and yet you’re eating normally.”

At Alexis’ explanation of what they found strange, Monette nods in understanding. So that was what they meant, she thinks.

It’s true that it can’t be helped if they think it’s strange that her food is disappearing even though they can’t see her mouth at all. As Monette barely ever eats in front of others – in fact, she hasn’t for years – she forgot about how bizarre she looks when she eats.

“My armour was made in a special way. And I’ve also cast magic so others can’t see.”

“You’re very thorough,” notes Alexis. His voice is somewhat subdued, almost like he feels bad.

He probably thinks himself responsible for making Monette go this far. So in front of her thoroughly hidden appearance, he probably feels guilty.

Monette feels no need to make him feel better. She returns to her meal. She has no desire to tell him not to worry about it and saying that it isn’t his fault would be a lie.

So as Monette continues eating, ignoring Alexis’ dispirited state. Perhaps worrying about Alexis’ mood, Percival speaks up and changes the subject.

“Are there no maids in this castle?”

“Yes, there are no maids or even gardeners. Naturally, no guards too.”

“There really is no one but you, Lady Monette.”

“That’s right. I’m all alone. Occasionally people who are lost in the forest stay the night, but that only maybe happens once a month at most.”

“I see.”

“Oh, but my friends often come over to hang out,” says Monette, glancing up as if she had just suddenly remembered this fact.

“Friends?” Percival and Alexis say in unison at the unexpected statement.

Apparently it comes as a shock to them that an armoured girl cooped away in the old castle has friends. Their reaction does make her fairly angry, but she tells herself that she won’t complain, calming herself down… then at the soft scuttling noise she hears from the ceiling, she looks up.

Speaking of the devil, it looks like one of her friends has arrived.

“Since you’re here already, I’ll introduce you,” says Monette, extending a hand upwards with an open palm. It’s almost as if she’s introducing someone on the ceiling.

But obviously, no one is there. Percival and Alexis look confused.

At that moment, a single spider smoothly descends down from the ceiling.

“This is my friend Robertson.”

The instant she introduces him, a shrill scream echoes through the hall. Alexis stands up, looking pale, and Percival draws the sword at his hip.

The two had become defensive in a moment. Monette glances between them and Robertson, making a clanking noise as she does. The way her iron helmet turns from left to right at an even tempo makes for a rather surreal sight, but sadly no one sees it.

“What is it? You don’t like spiders?”

“It’s a s – spider… A poisonous spider!”

“How rude. Robertson is not poisonous. Right?” says Monette, addressing Robertson. At her words, he slightly sways at his stationary position at a reasonable height.

A plump body and eight legs – he’s most definitely a spider. It’s true that his appearance may be frightening, but he’s not poisonous.

When Monette makes to tell the two of them that he poses no danger because of that, a second spider smoothly descends down from the ceiling.

“A friend of yours, Robertson? Pink and yellow stripes – what a fashionable friend you have.”

“It’s obviously a colour pattern that means that it’s poisonous!”

“How rude, Prince Alexis. No matter how fashionable its colours may be, that doesn’t mean it’s poisonous… wait, it is? It is? Apparently it is poisonous.”

“Lady Monette, please go take that spider somewhere else! The prince will be bitten!”

“Percival, you’re being rude as well. No matter how fashionable its colours may be and no matter that it’s poisonous, that doesn’t mean it’s going to bite… oh, it is. It is going to bite. Oh I see,” Monette says, now talking with Robertson and his fashionable friend.

Hearing that, Alexis lets out a scream and Percival readies his sword with an even grimmer expression than before. The atmosphere from back when they were having dinner has disappeared.

“It’s alright. It looks like it doesn’t really feel like biting right now,” says Monette, trying to calm them down.

But Alexis, who has evacuated to the table, just shakes his head vigorously, still looking pale.

“Listen to me carefully Monette, my bad luck is out of this world…”

“Is that so.”

“In this past year, I’ve been bitten by non-lethal poisonous creatures once every three days!”

“It’s impressive that you’re still alive.”

He’s pretty tough despite his bad luck.

Even as Monette admires his toughness, she glances at Robertson and his fashionable friend. They had descended down from the ceiling with their silk and were still stationary midair.

At this rate, dinner would be put permanently on hold.

“I’m sorry Robertson, but could you and your friend go to the basement today?” asks Monette apologetically, lowering her head.

Understanding her words, Robertson and his fashionable friend smoothly return to the ceiling, climbing up their threads. Then they scuttle over the ceiling and the wall to leave the hall. They’ve probably headed to the basement. Monette mentally apologizes to them for having to go to the basement even though they came all the way to the castle. She hears Alexis and Percival’s relieved voices as they think that the danger has passed.

“If only Prince Alexis and Percival went to the basement instead,” she mutters without thinking in her helmet.

“I can hear you, you iron lump,” a resentful voice shoots back.

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Chapter 4: A Charm, Water, and a Cute Kitty

They ate not only her dinner, but dessert as well. Monette was sick of them already. What an unruly, noisy meal. In the middle of the meal, Robertson and his fashionable friend who wanted to bite someone came to visit, and when Alexis screamed and jumped up, his chair broke… calling it ‘lively’ would be a severe understatement. What a terrible experience.

… On a side note, Monette had tried her best to urge Robertson’s fashionable friend to bite them.

“Just bite them, Robertson’s fashionable friend! Right there! Go!” she had said.

But sadly Robertson’s fashionable friend had been satisfied with just capturing some bugs flying around. What a gentle spider. It’s enough to make her want to literally shove the fashionable friend in Percival’s face to show him just how much better it is compared to him... especially if some of its poison rubbed off on him while the friend was brushing against his face. After all, Percival had glared at it very viciously…

After that dinner is finished and Monette is able to take a breather, she places a single cup on the table. It is a completely ordinary cup, half-filled with clear water.

“Lady Monette, what is this?”

“I thought that I might investigate whether you’re truly cursed or simply a scummy bastard who’s really unlucky.”

“Monette, I apologize for destroying the chair, but could you phrase things a bit nicer?”

Ignoring Alexis’ pained plea, Monette takes out a piece of paper and a pen.

It’s a piece of parchment cut down to the size of a palm. The pen appears to be specially made as well. Small letters are carved onto its fat body and its tip is pitch black, made from special ingredients. It’s clear just from its appearance that it is not a normal pen. Alexis and Percival stare in its strangeness.

Percival in particular looks rather cautious. After passing his eyes over the parchment and the pen, he turns his gaze back towards Monette. His teal eyes seem to ask Monette what she plans to do with these items.

“I will create a charm.”

“A charm?”

“This pen’s ink has been mixed with my blood. I will draw a spell on this paper with it.”

Monette puts her pen on the paper. The blood-mixed ink sinks into the parchment. While it is black, it can seem red depending on the lighting. It’s a colour that may seem sinister to some.

As Monette slides the pen across the parchment as she draws, Percival tilts his head to the side distrustfully.

“All I see is a drawing of some ugly creature, but is it some kind of special writing?”

“Amateurs will not comprehend the appeal of this adorable kitty.”

“… Lady Monette, have you perhaps been afflicted with a curse that left you unable to draw?”

“... But Percival, it seems that you have been afflicted with a curse that stole your manners away.”

“Both of you, I’m begging you, don’t fight.”

Alexis stops the two of them right before they begin to fight. In her helmet, Monette clicks her tongue and glares at Percival. Naturally, since she’s glaring in her helmet her gaze doesn’t reach him, but coincidentally he happens to be glaring at her too, his teal eyes looking sharp.

What an infuriating man. If only both of them were cursed… but even as she muses about that, she continues to slide her pen across the parchment.

And so, her drawing of an adorable kitty is completed. If there were a third party here, they would surely praise her for how adorable and lovely it was, for how it looked like it were actually living. Either that, or they would recommend her a good psychiatric hospital.

Anyways, she places this charm on top of the cup and takes a deep breath in her helmet.

The House of Idira has long since lost their right to call themselves witches. Currently, she has no living relatives that can use magic.

Thus, Monette learned magic by fumbling her way through the documents that had survived the years. She didn’t know whether she had any talent, but luckily she had plenty of time.

Recalling the days she spent learning magic, she slowly lets out the air in her lungs… then murmurs:

“Search.”

This simple word is naturally a spell that activates magic.

At that moment, the parchment on top of the cup makes a popping noise and burns up, as if it were given an order.

It twisted around as it dissipated, disappearing in an instant. All that was left was the cup, filled with clear water, just like before. The cup held no traces of ash nor smoke – the water wasn’t even rippling.

“Wh – what was that!?”

“That was magic. Very well then Prince Alexis, please drink this.”

“… I’m sorry Monette, I may be a little scared after all.”

“Milord, if you drink water that has a drawing of that cursed creature in it, you’ll lose the ability to draw.”

“It was an adorable kitty! Fine, then I’ll drink it first. Just watch.”

Monette takes the cup in her hand and drinks it with no hesitation. Naturally, it has no taste or smell. It’s just water. She doesn’t feel strange after swallowing it either. After all, Monette had gone herself to draw it from a well just beforehand.

She drinks a mouthful to prove that, then returns the cup to the table.

“See,” she says, shrugging.

… Though her armour did nothing but move with a grinding sound so she’s not sure whether they could tell that she was shrugging.

“It’s not harmful, it’s 100% authentic water.”

“… Very well then, I’ll drink it first.”

Is he the Prince’s food taster or something? Percival reaches out to the cup.

“Go on, feel free,” she urges, even as she thinks that they’re being terribly suspicious.

Percival holds the water in his mouth with a terribly serious expression, as if he’s testing whether there’s any strange tastes. Finally, he swallows the water with a gulp.

“… It’s true, it’s just water.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying. Go on, here you go, it’s your turn, Prince Alexis.”

“Y – yeah…”

Alexis takes the cup in his hand. Perhaps seeing Monette and Alexis drinking from it alleviated his worries.

He then takes a sip from the water just like the other two did… then moans and begins violently coughing.

“Urgh, ugh, what is this!?”

“Milord, what’s the matter!?”

“It’s so bitter, I’m impressed you two could drink this…”

Alexis looks rather pained as he drinks tea and talks. He can probably still taste it on his tongue.

His pain and disgust is clear to see on his face. He takes a sip of his tea after saying a word, then takes another sip after saying a word, and so on… it seems like it was incredibly bitter.

Percival, who had just drunk the same water and deemed it ‘just water’, finds this strange.

“Bitter? But when I drank it, it was just water.”

“Water? That? … Ergh, no good, I can still taste it. Monette, do you have anything with a strong taste? Like wine or cheese – preferably high-quality aged wine and cheese on a cracker,” requests Alexis even at a time like this.

“What do you think you’re doing, kicking back and relaxing!?” Monette retorts bluntly.

She picks up a box she had prepared beforehand.

It’s a cute jewelry case adorned with beautiful stones. In it lies carefully wrapped chocolate.

Seeing its contents, Alexis gives his thanks and takes one, throwing it in his mouth. At the taste, he finally lets out a sigh of relief. It must’ve been pretty bad.

Percival is gazing at the cup quizzically as he gingerly drinks the water. He cocks his head to the side in confusion.

Monette shrugs her shoulders, making a grinding sound.

Sure enough or maybe not, as expected, Alexis is cursed.

T/N:

There’s another fun idiom in this chapter.

爪の垢を煎じて飲ましたいくらいである。……爪の垢にも毒があるのなら尚の事—

Literally, it would more or less be “It’s enough to make me want to make Percival drink medicine made from the dirt underneath the fashionable spider’s nails… especially if that dirt was poisonous as well.”

In Japanese, the phrase 爪の垢を煎じて飲む basically means to learn from your betters. So since the literal meaning of the phrase includes drinking medicine made from the dirt under the better’s nails, it’s a play on that idea by saying that she hopes that he’s poisoned by this dirt.

I couldn’t really think of an equivalent idiom, so I just went with an expansive ‘shoving in his face’ as she is kind of trying to flaunt how much better the spider is to him.

I kinda fudged things near the end when Monette mentions “kicking back and relaxing”. What Monette actually mentions is him trying to enjoy 食後のひととき, a Japanese concept referring to a quiet moment you have after a meal. I could’ve probably shoved that in there, albeit by making Monette sound a little strange, but as this sentence was a funny bit I didn’t want to ruin the humour by ruining the flow.

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Chapter 2: The Unlucky Prince

Alexis Radoll is the First Prince of this country who lived a blessed, easy life anyone would envy up until one year ago. With his dark brown eyes, tall height, and limber hands and legs, he was handsome enough that any woman would let out a soft breath in desire at the sight of him. He was also talented as royalty – he aggressively threw himself into his studies of subjects he needed to know in order to ascend the throne.

He was earnest, hardworking, and easy to get along with. He would treat people equally in good faith while remaining as dignified as you would expect royalty to be. He was an ideal prince – loved by the people, held dear by his retainers. Everyone dreamed of him ascending the throne and talked about how the future of the kingdom was secure.

… Up until one year ago.

Now, for some reason or another, his stable life had made a 180 and was filled with bad luck. No, “filled with bad luck” is putting it too lightly. “Rife with bad luck” would be more like it. After all, it’s just that horrible.

Running a mysterious fever or getting mysterious injuries became an everyday occurrence. When he tries to sleep, something or someone always gets in the way and he ends up unable to rest. It’s taking Alexis everything he has just to get through each day – no matter how talented he is, it’s natural that his concentration would waver and he would start making mistakes.

To make things worse, terrible rumours began to spread – about how he’s using the country’s funds for his personal use, how he’s taking bribes to unfairly promote his subordinates, and so on. The people and his retainers began to flip their view of him. Even though they’re ridiculous rumours with no shred of truth to them, everyone unanimously believes them for some reason.

Eventually, people started saying that he got some random woman pregnant and so he has a bastard child – and even that he was keeping his fiancée’s mouth shut about this through violence.

Why, the rumours grew so out of proportion it’s as if they managed to escape the atmosphere and call over their friends from Planet Bad Luck.  

If it had just been one or two things, Monette would’ve probably just said “Serves you right.” But hearing this much made even Monette do nothing but knit her brows in her helmet.

“You have no leads on where these rumours may be coming from?”

“Yes, not one.”

“That story about a bastard child – could it be because you frequented the red-light district or had some kind of thoughtless love affair in the past?”

“I’ve never done anything like that, absolutely not even once. If you were talking about how I can make women fall for me just by making eye contact it would be a different story, but I have no experience with everything you mentioned.”

“I see, you’re pure then,” shoots Monette, sugar-coating the fact that he’s a virgin, “Do you have any other ideas then?”

“So then…” someone cuts in.

Monette turns her attention towards the new voice. It’s the man who came in with Alexis. He’s taller than Alexis and is sturdily built. He’s blond-haired and has a severe expression. His sharp green eyes give him an intimidating air. From his casual-looking clothing and sword at his hip, he’s probably Alexis’ bodyguard.

“Who are you?” Monette asks him bluntly after staring at him for a bit.

It can’t be helped if she’s a teensy tiny bit rude. They’re the ones that forced themselves in her home – she has no responsibility to be nice to them. Really, they’re all being rather ill-mannered with each other.

“Percival. Percival Galette. I work as the prince’s bodyguard.”

“Mr. Percival. I see. Very well, continue.”

“The way you talk really gets on my nerves.”

“Oh, I’m so very sorry. I’m just a little irritated because I’m being forced to welcome some ill-mannered visitors without any advance notice.”

“Says the lump of iron.”

Percival glares intently at Monette. Monette glares right back.

Of course, Monette’s face is hidden by her helmet, and her helmet is made so even if she can see others, they can’t see her eyes. Glaring is quite literally useless. She’s a lump of iron, just like he says.

After the sturdy man and the lump of iron glare at each other for a while, Alexis, reaching the end of his patience, sighs and tries to stop them.

“Haven’t you had enough…?”

Then his chair collapses.

It collapsed rather dramatically, making a very loud noise as it crashed down.

“Prince Alexis?!”

“Milord, are you alright?!”

Panicked, the two of them run up to Alexis, who’s sitting on the ground on top of the collapsed chair. He waves them away, saying that he’s okay… the very next moment, tea spills over his head. His teacup had been knocked over when the table had tilted thanks to the shock of his chair falling to pieces.

What a beautiful sequence of events.

“Ooh, combo attack,” murmurs Monette in spite of herself.

“Well, one problem’s been dealt with.”

“More importantly, could you fix the bathroom? Hot water stopped coming out of the taps after Prince Alexis used it.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll fix itself once we leave.”

“Get out, you pair of pests!”

Ignoring Monette’s angry yells, Percival and Alexis start talking to each other. At their reaction, Monette doesn’t really feel like yelling at them anymore.

“Maybe you’re cursed?” Monette says half-ironically, unable to resist taking one last jab.

She then decides to get the conversation back on topic… but instead, her eyes widen in her helmet. Alexis and Percival are staring at her. Though she’s wearing iron armour, it doesn’t feel good to be the centre of attention. Sweat beads on her forehead. Dark brown eyes and green eyes. Her heart constricts in pain at their direct gaze – it’s like they’re seeing right through the armour.

“W – What is it?” Monette asks, voice trembling. But since her voice echoes in the armour and can’t be heard well, they probably won’t notice.

“Lady Monette, you just said that Prince Alexis was cursed, did you not?”

“Y – yes, I did. What of it?”

“Who do you think cursed him?”

“Well, I hadn’t thought that far,” says Monette.

Alexis rises forcefully with a clatter, and with that force, takes her hand – to be precise, her armoured gauntlet – in his. Monette’s next words – “I don’t know,” – are swallowed down at Alexis’ actions.

He’s strong… maybe. She unfortunately can’t really tell through the armour. But his serious expression has strength in it.

“Monette, so you really did hold a grudge!”

“Prince Alexis?”

“I’m so sorry about what I did back then. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. So please…”

“So please?”

“Please break this curse!” pleads Alexis, his voice almost a scream.

Monette tilts her head to the side, her armour making a grinding noise.

This is what Alexis Radoll has to say.

I hurt Monette in the past. I hear that she’s cooped up in the old castle, researching the House of Idira’s ancient magic. I’m sure that she still holds a grudge against me and cast this curse on me when she saw her chance! That’s what put me in this sorry state!

This is what Percival Galette has to say.

Unfortunately I didn’t witness their first meeting myself, but I can’t deny that milord’s words were cruel. That’s why I’m sure that Lady Monette cast a curse on Prince Alexis because she held a grudge against him. I’m the only retainer milord has left after his reputation fell to tatters. We need to stop Monette before things get any worse!

This is what Monette Idira has to say.

You’re completely off the mark so please hurry up and go home.

Naturally they wouldn’t be able to carry on a decent conversation in a situation like this. “You cursed me!” - “No I didn’t.” - “Please forgive me.” - “Please don’t break the chair,”… the conversation continued in this fashion, and before anyone knew it, the sun had set.

Monette let out a heavy sigh when she was forced to split half of her weekly food supplies with the two of them for their dinner.

T/N:

One line that was… fun…translating was this:

噂話に尾ビレどころか背ビレ胸ビレまでついて、不運の海をふわふわ泳いで仲間を連れてきたかのようではないか。

Directly translated, it would be something like “The rumours grew not only casual fins, but also dorsal and pectoral fins – as if it began swimming in the sea of bad luck and brought along its friends.”

In Japanese, the phrase 尾ビレが付く (lit. growing fins) roughly means to grow even bigger and more fanciful than the truth. 尾ビレis a type of fin, so the author is making a play on that by saying that the rumours not only grew this type of fin, but also other types of fins, allowing it to swim in the sea of ‘bad luck’ like a fish.

I chose to translate this as “The rumours grew so out of proportion it’s as if they managed to escape the atmosphere and call over their friends from Planet Bad Luck,” because I figured that evoking the imagery that the rumours grew unbelievably big enough that they could contact their ‘friends’ from a fantastical location was similar enough to the original metaphor.

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