#alfons sylvatica chapter 11 translation

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Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 11

Chapter 10 Premium Story

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In the end, after getting soaked in the shower, we stood before a different kind of mess – our clothes.

Alfons: "Don't you hate the thought of putting these back on?"

Persuaded by his words, we spent the night in that room, naked.

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By morning, new clothes had been delivered, somehow arranged overnight.

While dodging Alfons' mischievous hands that tried to play another prank, I got dressed, and we returned to the castle.

Alfons: So, how was it?

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: Did I look like I was having fun while indulging in pleasure with you?

Kate: ......What!?

The direct question made my face flush instantly.

All I could recall were his sighs, his lips, the feeling of our skin rubbing together......

Kate: I-I couldn't tell.

Alfons: That's a shame. Then we'll have to do a lot more naughty things.

Kate: What......!

Alfons: Well then......I'm going to sleep now. I won't wake up until tonight, so feel free to do as you please, my exclusive Fairytale Keeper.

Alfons: You must be sleep-deprived too. Why don't you get some rest?

As always, Alfons left me abruptly.

(...Alfons' goodbyes are always so one-sided.)

I felt like I wouldn't be surprised if he disappeared like a phantom tomorrow.

That's how much Alfons seems unconnected to anything.

Not to his partying friends, not to Crown – and certainly not to me, whom he just met.

(...I feel like I shouldn't dwell on Alfons' "truth" any longer.)

It would only lead to pain.

That certain premonition suppressed the sweet ache that had sprouted in the depths of my chest.

(Just like Alfons said – "It's a relationship that won't last even a month.")

(If I let my heart be captured too...)

Kate: ......It will only hurt.

The words I coughed out to convince myself made my chest tighten more than I expected.

Pretending not to notice my wounded heart, I quickened my pace.

(It's okay. I... I don't like Alfons.)

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Roger: ...Didn't you say you were going to bed?

Roger entered just as Alfons finished his first glass in one gulp.

Alfons: ...Eavesdropping on other people's conversations, as always, what an unpleasant ability.

Roger: I just happened to overhear it while passing by. I didn't use my ability to listen in.

Alfons, still frowning in displeasure, glanced at Roger's hand.

Alfons: Beer in the afternoon? A doctor neglecting his health is deplorable.

Roger: I was up all night. It's better than you drinking gin in the afternoon.

Roger lightly shook his beer mug and poured it down his throat.

After a satisfied gulp, he looked at Alfons again.

Roger: ...So, how is it? You like Kate, don't you?

Alfons: Of course.

Alfons: A straight, pure robin who has fallen into a den of evil and has never done anything wrong...

Alfons: Such an interesting toy is hard to come by.

Roger: ...Really?

At the suggestive tone, Alfons narrowed his eyes sharply.

Alfons: ...What?

Roger: It doesn't look like you're just interested in that kind of formal amusement anymore.

Roger: Don't you just simply like her?

Alfons: Is that a medical opinion? Unfortunately, you're wrong.

Alfons: I don't have the capacity to love.

Roger: Is that so? She seems to like you.

Alfons: Haha! Of course she does.

Alfons: This relationship is just a one-month entertainment.

Alfons: Even without love, it's bound to be fun.

Roger: ...Then don't let her get too serious.

Roger: Perhaps this is the fine line where you can look back and say, "That was a bad form of entertainment."

Alfons: ...Ha.

It was probably the most parched sigh he had ever let out.

Alfons: Since when did you become such a good person?

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The day after returning with Alfons, there was a meeting to share the progress of our mission.

It seems they had been investigating the commonalities between the workhouse manager who led the gang of thugs and the orphanage manager where the bodies were first found. The name of a certain gentleman's club came up.

Kate: A gentleman's club... It's a members-only social club where only those recognized among the upper class can join, right?

William: Yes. It has accommodations, restaurants, bars, libraries... all of which are exclusive to members.

William: Important figures from various fields gather there to test each other and build connections.

Victor: It's highly likely that one of those clubs is directing the massacre of the poor happening in the East End right now.

("Purification"...?)

London, with its burgeoning population, has a stark divide between rich and poor.

Hunger leads to conflict, and conflict leads to tragic events.

Having caught a glimpse of the darkness of this city that makes headlines, some people brandish eugenic ideas, claiming that "the poor are born criminals."

(But... no one deserves to be killed just for living.)

People in the slums, fleeing in terror as knives are indiscriminately wielded.

People clinging to the illusion of Alfons.

The images that surfaced in my mind tightened my chest.

(If they are indiscriminately killing innocent people like that... and think of it as "purification"...)

(...That's cruel arrogance.)

**flashback to dining room**

Alfons: There are children in this world who die without anyone knowing.

Alfons: And there are people who think of it as nothing more than clearing away bothersome garbage that has piled up on the street corner.

**end of flashback**

(...Alfons has known about the existence of such people long before this incident occurred.)

(Has he lived in a place where he could feel it firsthand?)

I was afraid to face the cruel incident happening in the East End.

(But now I want to face it properly...)

That feeling welled up in my chest.

Victor: To catch the mastermind, we need to infiltrate the 'Purification' club... but it's not easy to get in there.

Victor: Most gentlemen's clubs are exclusive, and they'll be even more vigilant since they have something to hide.

William: ...So, Alfons, we'd like to ask you to infiltrate.

(...!)

Alfons: Leave it to me. I'm good at deceiving people and infiltrating.

Despite the dangerous mission of venturing into enemy territory, Alfons accepted with a nonchalant smile.

(If it's Alfons' mission... then I too–)

(As his exclusive "Fairytale Keeper," I have to see it through to the end this time and record it.)

Alfons: Oh... by the way, what about Kate?

William: If she's your "exclusive Fairytale Keeper," you'll have no choice but to take her along.

Kate: ...Yes.

For a moment, the atrocities I had witnessed at the "Purification" club flashed through my mind, and fear almost crept up from my feet, but I scolded my weak self and raised my face.

Kate: Um, how do we get into the gentleman's club? Women aren't allowed, are they...?

William: With Alfons' ability,

William: It's easy to make them believe that non-members are members, or that women are men.

Kate: ! I see...

Alfons: You don't have to push yourself, Kate.

The voice came from right behind my ear.

Even without turning around, I could sense Alfons' presence beside me, his lips close as he chuckled.

Alfons: If you're scared, you can just kill time at a nearby cafe and we'll match our stories later.

---CHOICES---

I don't want to run away

I have a responsibility

I want to help

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Kate: This time, I don't want to run away. I'll be careful not to cause any more trouble, so please...

Kate: Let me go with you.

Alfons: It seems you are prepared to face death.

William: Haha, you've become quite a brave robin, haven't you?

Kate: Alfons, I'm counting on you.

Alfons: ...Goodness, you're really something else, aren't you?

His troubled, exasperated, yet gentle smile made my heart leap–

(I don't like him, I don't like him.)

I chanted like a mantra, pushing away the sweet emotions that welled up inside me.

Alfons: It can't be helped, then. I'll take you with me.

Alfons: It'll be fun, infiltrating enemy territory with just the two of us.

Alfons: I'm already excited to see what kind of trouble we'll get into.

And then, on a moonless night--.

-

(...We really got in easily.)

At the reception, Alfons used his ability, and we sneaked into the Purification Club's members-only hotel as members ourselves.

Elbert and Roger were waiting outside in case anything happened inside.

Kate: Let's go, Alfons.

As I stepped forward with determination, I felt a light tap on my shoulder...

Alfons: You look good in menswear, Kate.

Kate: !

He whispered in my ear teasingly.

Kate: Wh-What are you doing...?

I was wearing a pantsuit with a heavy overcoat to hide my figure.

I had also tied my long hair, which couldn't be completely hidden by the hat, and tucked it into my coat.

If anyone who wasn't under his ability realized I was a woman, the plan would be ruined.

(If I scream or anything, they might realize I'm a woman!)

Alfons: Hehe... you were so tense, I thought I'd loosen you up.

Kate: That's too dangerous!

It seems the word "tension" doesn't exist in his dictionary.

Kate: You do understand why we're here, right?

Alfons: Yes. To confirm that this club is behind the series of incidents. It would be best if we could identify the ringleader as well.

Alfons: If we can get evidence of them giving specific instructions for the incidents, we can mobilize the police.

Alfons: If we don't have that kind of evidence, we'll have to give up on the orthodox extermination, and...

Alfons: ...The Crown will have to carry out a bloody judgment, I suppose.

Kate: If you understand, then good!

I couldn't argue when he explained the plan so smoothly.

Seeing me like that, he narrowed his eyes in amusement and straightened his posture.

Alfons: Well then, let's get started--

Alfons: Shall we have a drink?

Kate: What? We're on a mission!

When I hurriedly stopped him as he headed towards the bar lounge, he turned around with a smile.

Alfons: Shh... it's for the mission, of course.

Alfons: Whether it's a slum like a garbage dump or a tidy social circle, humans have common habits.

Kate: Habits...?

Alfons: Yes. People get loose-lipped when they drink.

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Chapter 12

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ALFONS SYLVATICA MAIN STORY. — 🪞𓏲ּ꩜

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ please be aware that alfons’ route contains themes of dub- and (perceived) non-con, and suicide attempt(s) / near death experiences of the love interest, among others, so please take care of yourself when reading. i will list cws liberally in each chapter.

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if you’re curious about alfons, but cannot handle the aforementioned themes, i made a post that notes down details about his past, relationships with others, etc. as gleaned from his main story.

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┊ chapter 1 🪻 ┊ chapter 2 ┊ chapter 3 (with letter) ┊ chapter 4 ┊ chapter 4 — premium story ┊ chapter 5 ┊ chapter 6 ┊ chapter 7 ┊ chapter 8 ┊ chapter 9 ┊ chapter 10 ┊ chapter 10 — premium story ┊ chapter 11 (with letter) ┊ chapter 12 ┊ chapter 13 ┊ chapter 14 ┊ chapter 14 — premium story ┊ chapter 15 🪻 ┊ chapter 16 (with letter) ┊ chapter 17 ┊ chapter 18 ┊ chapter 19 ┊ chapter 19 — premium story ┊ chapter 20 ┊

┊ chapter 21 ┊ chapter 22 ┊ chapter 23 (with letter) ┊ chapter 24 ┊ chapter 24 — premium story ┊ chapter 25 🪻 ┊ epilogue (with letter) ┊

┊ chapter 21 ┊ chapter 22 ┊ chapter 23 (with letter) ┊ chapter 24 ┊ chapter 24 — premium story ┊ chapter 25 🪻 ┊ epilogue (with letter) ┊

┊ both ends clear story ┊

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┊ chapter 6 ┊ chapter 9 ┊ chapter 13 ┊ chapter 15 ┊ chapter 18 ┊ chapter 21 (b. l.) ┊ chapter 21 (m. l.) ┊ chapter 25 (b. l.) ┊ chapter 25 (m. l.) ┊

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