#ikeprince translation

[queen-dahlia]

𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦

"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿"

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Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation

The final dinner of the year finally came to a close.

The main character is a gluttonous prince.

The dinner party, which began in the kitchen in the morning with an extraordinary amount of food, was a success,

Before we even get to the main course, there's a disconcerting turn of events一

Gilbert: "I'm hungry."

Clavis: "Lord Gilbert, what were you doing a few seconds ago?"

Gilbert: "I was eating the food that the little bunny had cooked for me."

Clavis: "And?"

Gilbert: "I'm hungry."

Licht: "It's abnormal."

Clavis: "It must have been absorbed into another space, not the stomach. Next time I'll refer you to a good doctor."

Gilbert: "Thanks for your concern."

Gilbert: "Waiter, bring me more food."

Licht: "It's impossible."

Clavis: "Emma is not a superhuman. She's working hard to finish a dish for you."

Gilbert: "You don't have to elaborate that much, though."

Gilbert: "In general, it's a terrible miscalculation not to have the little bunny at the dinner party."

Clavis: "You have us instead."

Gilbert: "Do you really think you can take the place of the little bunny?"

Licht: "I'm... offended by the way you said that."

Clavis: "Well, well, well. I'm just the entertainment guy for when the guests are bored. You're up, Yves, Luke."

Yves: "We've been playing this for a while now!?"

Luke: "Don't you hear the violin and the harpsichord? Listen."

Gilbert: "Thank you for your wonderful performance, but I got bored."

Yves & Luke: "Can I go back now?" | "Can I go now?"

Clavis: "Wait a minute, boys, it's not fair to expect Emma to take on this beast by herself..."

Clavis: "Besides, I've already set up traps to prevent you from escaping from this room."

Clavis: "If that's okay with you, you can go back. Hahaha!"

Luke: "Screw you."

Clavis: "But I am at a loss. Lord Gilbert seems to want other pleasures."

Clavis: "I have no choice. I guess this is my moment to show off."

Gilbert: "Oh, yeah!"

Clavis: "Can you at least hear me out?"

Gilbert: "I've got a good idea."

Luke: "I don’t think there’s any proof that your good ideas were good things." **

Yves: "Lord Gilbert, where are you going?"

Gilbert: "Of course, I'll go to the little bunny."

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Emma: "一So, what brings you all to the kitchen?"

Emma: "And as for Prince Gilbert, he had a knife and fork in his hand."

Licht: "I don't suppose you're going to... eat every last bit of the finished product?"

Gilbert: "Correct."

Licht: "That's gruesome." // "That's pungent." **

Gilbert: "If we eat here, the waiters won't have to carry the food, and you can watch the little bunny, right?"

Gilbert: "It's good for everyone."

Yves: "The pressure on Emma is not half as great as it should be..."

Gilbert: "I'm surprised so many of them haven't been brought in yet."

Emma: "It's not ready yet! All the seasoning and decorations are incomplete一"

Gilbert: "Well, I'll have some."

Emma: "Aaaahh!? Seriously, Prince Gilbert, don't eat it!"

Clavis: "It's not good. If the Appetite Monster comes into its own, all the food and ingredients in this place will be lost."

Emma: "Please, please stop!"

Licht: "I get it."

Yves: "Whoaaaaah! Licht, don't pull out your sword! Your big brother won't allow you to stop him like that!"

Luke: "Then I'll hit him一"

Yves: "Are you crazy? We're dealing with a prince of a great nation! There's going to be a war!"

Clavis: "Well, then, I guess my一"

Emma: "Please don't do that!"

Clavis: "… Why can't people just let me say it all?"

Gilbert: "Mmm... it's delicious."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert... that's not… in good taste."

Emma: "... I've made it this far, but it's terrible."

Yves: "Emma... I know how you feel. The pain of having a delicious meal ruined in the process..."

Yves: "I get screwed over by Jin and Leon from time to time, so I know what it's like."

Licht: "… That's right."

Luke: "To see Emma so devastated and you keep eating, that's not human behavior."

Clavis: "He's a monster."

Luke: "… All right, Clavis, Licht. Gather all the ingredients in the kitchen."

Licht: "Why?"

Luke: "While you stall for time with the ingredients, Yves and I will help Emma finish up."

Luke: "Otherwise, Emma will go through the year with a lot of regret."

Emma: "Luke…"

Yves: "I agree. It's too early to give up!"

Licht: "Understood. Let’s do it, Clavis."

Clavis: "I agree. We need to get rid of the monster and bring in a happy new year for everyone."

Luke: "Hey, I brought you some food."

Luke: "You should be thankful that I put a bear and honey on the base that Emma was building." // "You should be grateful that I put the bear and the honeycomb on the foundation that Emma was building."

Gilbert: "Yes, yes, thank you."

Clavis: "Phew, I got one for you too."

Yves: "Hey, isn't Clavis in charge of the ingredients?"

Clavis: "I'm not going to be able to do everything I'm capable of if I'm just carrying food."

Clavis: "So I decided to switch to helping Emma in the middle of the process."

Licht: "… Unnecessary." **

Clavis: "Look at this adorable tiger, Emma was working on it, and I finished it?" // "Look at this adorable tiger! I finished what Emma was partially working on?"

Emma: "Ah! When did you...?"

Yves: "Is there something hanging out of that tiger's mouth?"

Clavis: "It's a delicious sauce."

Licht: "What's that stuck in its head?"

Clavis: "It's just a decoration."

Licht: "… With a high murderous intent…"

Gilbert: "Leave it for me, I'll eat it later."

Yves: "… I honestly respect Lord Gilbert for not being intimidated by the food arranged by Clavis."

Gilbert: "And by the way, little bunny, you really are a genius."

Gilbert: "The food here is good, and it's cute."

Gilbert: "Hey, how would you like to be my personal chef? I'll give you a great deal at Obsidian."

Emma: "I am honored, but I must decline."

Gilbert: "Too bad."

Gilbert: "It looks like I failed to recruit you, so let's have this little rabbit here heal me."

Emma: "Eh."

Gilbert: "Sugar Candy Story."

Luke: "It's confusing."

Gilbert: "Hehe… This little rabbit looks delicious."

Gilbert: "I'll taste every bit of it, chew it up so it won't go anywhere, and keep it in my stomach to cherish for a long time一"

Luke: "… Don't say anything meaningful. Emma's pulling back." // "… Don't say anything meaningful. I think Emma is the one who pulled it off."

Emma: "I'm not pulling away. It just hurts to imagine…"

Clavis: "Lord Gilbert, this tiger cake is delicious, too. Come on, it's time for cannibalism."

the cake with spicy sauce

Yves: "… Clavis wants to feed you whatever he wants."

Licht: "I don't care if Lord Gilbert eats it."

Gilbert: "By the way, I like it spicy and sweet."

Clavis: "What…"

Gilbert: "I'll taste it for you."

Emma: "Ah!"

Luke: "What's up?"

Emma: "Now... Now all the dishes are done!"

Luke: "Oh, you did great, Emma."

Licht: "Somehow we managed to stop the monster."

Yves: "Licht, you're dealing with a guest of honor, right?"

Clavis: "Then we'll carry it out of the kitchen."

Gilbert: "Well, I don't mind if I stay."

Luke: "It's only natural that you respect the food Emma made."

Luke: "It's not something you can eat in the kitchen."

Luke: "You move, or I'll carry you. Or do you want me to carry you?"

Gilbert: "… I used to be the one carrying you."

Luke: "Shut up." // "It’s so noisy."

Gilbert: "Luke has a point. Fine, I'll take you back to the venue."

Emma: "… Hehe."

Yves: "What's wrong?"

Emma: "I thought it would be more fun to do the preparation together than to do it alone."

Clavis: "Haha, of course. Good thing you sent me a distress signal early, huh?"

Emma: "That's not the only thing."

Clavis: "Oops, that smile is so sweet..."

Gilbert: "If the little bunny laughed like that, then I guess I was right to get into the kitchen." // "If the little bunny smiled, then I made the right decision to get into the kitchen."

Luke: "… You're just talking about consequences, aren't you?"

Licht: "The dinner is just the beginning."

Emma: "I agree."

Emma: "Let's end this year with a smile!"

[goofysimpleton]

Keith Howell

Main Route Chapter 10

~This translation is not 100% accurate. Just here for you fellow impatient friends.

N=Narration

⬛️=whenever the next text showed up

I have the characters address Belle as MC for main character

Italics for flashback scenes

Choices are bold. The 4+/4+ is blue.

Scene 1

N: The day after Sonia’s party…

Keith: “Regarding refugee protection, which I spoke about earlier, it looks like some of them will be accepted into Vis’ territory.” ⬛️ “He also said he wanted medicinal herbs for the development of new medicines, so as soon as I received the application form, he said, ‘Tell me.’”

N: Keith gave instructions to Liam who was sitting across from him while being shaken by the carriage. ⬛️ he single-mindedly read through the pile of documents.

Keith: “Also, it seems that the embezzlement of taxes in the Southern Earldom has been resolved.” ⬛️ "However, for him, he was very good at listening. Just to be sure, please continue to monitor him. Then..."

Liam: “…”

N: Unable to endure Liam's piercing gaze, Keith smiled wryly.

Keith: “You're still thinking about last night." ⬛️ "Thanks to him, it was good to know that MC was in the court as 'Bell'." ⬛️ "It would have taken me longer to pull that information out." ⬛️ "...But the death of the king honestly surprised me."

Liam: “Are you going to do anything?”

Keith: “No way. It has nothing to do with why we're here." ⬛️ "I know that the information I obtained could also be used as a weapon to put Rhodolite in a predicament.” ⬛️ "But I don't want to be in a country where people's deaths are used as a bargaining chip." ⬛️ “…”

N: A shadow falls on his face for a moment, but soon he smiles again.

Keith: “For the time being, I’m glad that the rumors going around in Jade have nothing to do with MC.” ⬛️ “Ah. So we don't need to get involved with her any more?" ⬛️ “Liam. Thank you for your help last night." ⬛️ "And I'm sorry I made you do this all the time." ⬛️ “Don’t worry about me. My physical condition is as usual, to the extent that I am shocked.”

N: Keith looked out the window as he spoke so quickly that he didn't even give Liam a chance to talk.

Keith: “No matter who I hurt, I’m used to it.”

N: He says it’s nothing. ⬛️ However, only the last words sound like they are telling themselves strongly... ⬛️ His eyes peeking out from his heavy bangs had the danger of collapsing at some point. ⬛️ The shop where Sonia's party was being held deep inside the floor…

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N: Keith and MC, who were chatting on the balcony, sat side by side on a sofa in a room.

Bad Keith: “MC.”

MC: “…hm?”

N: After noticing that my name was called, I slowly looked up. ⬛️ MC’s expression was so different from what she had on the balcony, she was euphoric and empty.

Bad Keith: “Say your name.”

MC: “…MC.”

Bad Keith: “What is my name?”

MC: “…Keith?”

N: Instead of his usual politeness, a bit of abusive words were said. ⬛️ Keith squinted as if he had found a new toy...

Bad Keith: “Well then…”

Scene 2

MC: “Uh….”

N: He stroked the rim of my ear with his fingertips and tickled the bottom of my chin. ⬛️ My sensitive body trembles a little and I catch my breath. ⬛️ My eyes were more watery than before.

Bad Keith: “How did it feel?”

CHOICES:

…It felt good

•••••• It tickled

・・・It was embarrassing

MC: “…It felt good.”

Bad Keith: “You’re an obedient and cute girl. I want to try many other things."

N: He picked up a glass by his side and looked at the pale pink liquor that remained at the bottom.

Bad Keith: “It's pretty good considering it's made with only plants."

MC: “…”

N: He lightly shakes the glass in front of me, who shows no reaction.

Keith: "This is alcohol, but it's not alcohol."

MC: “…”

N: I tilt my head not knowing what he means. ⬛️ Placing the glass on the table, he grabbed my wrists with one hand and threw me onto the sofa. ⬛️ It's like a small animal attacked by a beast, with its body completely hidden behind its large body.

Bad Keith: “A drug that makes you want to tell the truth. It makes it harder to lie." ⬛️ "You’re going to be in a state where you’re drunk with alcohol like now, and during that time you’ll honestly spit out what I ask." ⬛️ “Of course, you won’t have any memories of that time, and I tested safety myself, so there is no problem.” ⬛️ "As expected, it can't be made into a product."

MC: “…”

N: I shut my mouth and just look up at him. ⬛️ My eyes wavered slightly, searching for something, and Keith’s lips drew an arc.

Bad Keith: "If you have something to say, say it." ⬛️ "Come on, open that little mouth."

N: He grabbed my chin and forced my lips apart with his thumb. ⬛️ MC, who had been unresponsive up until now, moved her body as if resisting.

MC: “……Who… are you?”

Bad Keith: "'Keith', you said it yourself, didn't you?”

MC: “But... you’re different from the usual, Keith." ⬛️ "The scent, the eyes, the voice, everything...”

Bad Keith: “Which one do you think is the real me?"

MC: “Which…”

Bad Keith: “Is it the hesitant me who loves apologizing? Or is it the me who's pushing you down now?"

MC: “…”

Bad Keith: “Thinking? I like teasing, but I don’t like being teased."

N: When pressed his thumb to play with my lower lip, I turned away in rejection. ⬛️ I glanced sideways, my vacant expression tinged with caution.

Bad Keith: "The medicine is working, and your reason is still dead." ⬛️ “You're tough with a cute face, aren't you?"

MC: “…I don’t know.”

Bad Keith: “Mm?”

MC: “The normally calm you and the scary you now... are the same person, but they don't look the same.” ⬛️ “Neither look fake." ⬛️ "Is it strange that 'both' rather than 'either' looks like the real Keith?"

Bad Keith: “…”

N: The turmoil stifled his words, but an exasperated breath soon escaped Keith's lips.

Bad Keith: “Ah, that’s strange.” ⬛️ "It's strange that you've been holding on to such feelings and not trying to leave until now."

MC: “Uh…”

N: MC’S face distorted with a faint pain as her wrists were squeezed.

Bad Keith: "The pleasant chat is over. Let's get down to business." ⬛️ "Please hurt him a lot with that beautiful heart."

Scene 3

N: I heard the sound of pens writing in the distance. ⬛️ The next thing I heard was a small sound like something was being put down... ⬛️ It was after that that my consciousness was raised at once.

Keith: “Nn…” ⬛️ “…?”

N: Frowning his brows out of focus and blinking a few times, Keith realizes he's grasping something. ⬛️ Still unconscious, I traced my outstretched hand and gasped at the sight ahead.

MC: “…Keith?”

Keith: “…”

N: MC, who has a completely different expression than usual, is laid down. ⬛️ Both thin wrists are grasped together. ⬛️ Keith let out a frightened, trembling voice at the thought of doing all that.

Keith: “Ah… I…”

N: If I let go of my hand in a hurry, the white skin turns slightly red and painful.

Keith: “I… you… what happened?”

N: When he looked around the room with his dizzy head, there was a piece of paper on the table. ⬛️ It was full of scribbled letters about MC. ⬛️ "Bell'''Demise of the King" ⬛️ In two words, Keith understands everything. ⬛️ He immediately turned his gaze back to MC and called out to her while making a desperate smile.

Keith: “MC, how are you? I'm sorry, let me touch you a little."

N: He took off his gloves and timidly touched MC’s eyes, forehead, and neck to see if there are any abnormalities.

Keith: If you feel sick or have a headache, no matter how trivial, please tell me.”

MC: "I don't feel bad, but I'm a little sleepy."

N: MC’s eyes fluttered like a child, and Keith let out a sigh of relief.

Keith: “I see… That’s good.” ⬛️ "You’re not forcing yourself to wake up, so that's good." ⬛️ “If you're sleepy, just...just...just...”

N: Deep wrinkles form between Keith's eyebrows as if desperately suppressing feelings that have nowhere to go.

Keith: “Uh... what's good....." ⬛️ "... I didn't mean to know in this way."

N: A hoarse voice echoed in the quiet room. ⬛️ Keith's hand leaves MC’s cheek, but her hand grabs it to hold it back.

MC: “Keith, are you alright?”

Keith: “…Hm?”

N: MC looks at Keith worriedly.

MC: “You look in like you’re in pain. Did something happen?"

Keith: “…Nothing. Nothing bad.”

MC: “But…”

Keith: "You're sleepy right now, so that's what it looks like. Really, nothing."

MC: "But you look like you’re about to cry." ⬛️ “I saw a face like that on you before.” ⬛️ “I want you to have something like that—”

Keith: “Wait, that’s all there is.”

N: Keith's voice interrupted MC’s words, which she desperately tried to make while her drowsiness was trying to steal her consciousness.

Keith: “Don't say kind words to me right now." ⬛️ “…Please, MC.” ⬛️ “Please…”

MC: “…”

N: Hearing his earnest, clinging voice, MC hesitated but immediately nodded.

MC: “Okay. Then…”

Keith: “…”

MC: "When I wake up... let me worry a lot."

N: MC’s drowsiness had finally reached its peak, and her eyelids slowly fell, and he soon heard her breathing.

Keith: “…” ⬛️ “Those are… kind words, aren’t they?”

N: He combed his long bangs and let out a deep sigh. ⬛️ After a while, Keith twisted the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

Keith: “What are you hurt by deceiving me from the beginning?"⬛️“…”⬛️ “It looks like it didn’t work out this time too.”

Scene 4

A few days after Sonia’s party… ⬛️ I was attending an evening party held regularly at the imperial court. ⬛️ It can be called a treasure trove of information, and the conversations that fly around are all informative, and one can't help but listen. ⬛️ Starting with Rhodolite, I turned my gaze to the bustling people while learning about the current situation in other countries.

(Amazing. In a blink of an eye, a wall of people is forming around Leon.)

N: One by one, the aristocrats who gather one by one have bright expressions, and anyone can see how popular Leon is.

(He’s like the sun.) ⬛️ (If Leon is the sun, Chevalier seems to be the moon.)

N: The other day, I participated in a meeting with Chevalier as a helper, ⬛️ I remember that it was so brutal that I had the illusion that I had come to a land of extreme cold from beginning to end.

(The nobles I saw at that time seemed to be in awe of Chevalier.) ⬛️ (Influence on others and ways of thinking are polar opposites. However, the feeling of thinking about the country is the same.)

N: I looked down at the glass I was holding in my hand.

(Pale pink liquor…)

???: “We found the young lady who passed out and returned to the castle while being carried by Keith."

MC: “!?”

N: When I hurriedly looked up, I saw Nokto with a smile on his face.

MC: “Nokto… What is it?”

Nokto: “Were the servants chatting with great interest?”

N: I suddenly felt dizzy. ⬛️ What crossed my mind was the morning after I went to Sonia's party...

Flashback N: What Rio told me was my failure that made me want to scream.

Rio: "Medicinal tea, I remembered Mr. Liam brewing it. It's good for the body to drink too much alcohol."⬛️ "You got drunk at Sonia's party and Keith delivered you to your room." ⬛️ “I was surprised because you rarely drink until you fall asleep.” ⬛️ "I thought you were forced to drink, but your complexion isn't that bad, so maybe alcohol just doesn't suit you..."

(I remember up to the point where we watched the stars together on the balcony and drank alcohol.)

N: My memory after that seems to have disappeared, and not even a fragment can be found. ⬛️ The thought of being so drunk made me feel dizzy again.

Leon: “Ah, so he told you.”

N: Leon, who finished talking with the nobles, came over with a deep laugh.

MC: "When did you find out, Leon?"

Leon: "The day after you came back from the party.”

(Now I feel like I could happily fall into Clavis’ pitfalls.) ⬛️ (No, I want to apologize to Keith before than that)

N: A heavy sigh spilled out of my mouth as nothing but guilt welled up in me.

Nokto: "Hey, Keith, hasn’t been here since the party. Have you seen him?"

Scene 5

MC: “Yeah…I can’t quite remember.”

(Unusually the guide is several days later and he is always absent when I go to his room.)

N: Neither an apology nor a word of thanks have yet been conveyed, and the party has yet to see his face. ⬛️ Just seeing it every day made my heart swirl with anxiety.

(Did I get drunk and do something to Keith…?)

Nokto: “Well, it's only natural that we haven't met." ⬛️ “If I remember correctly, it was related to refugee protection, exchanges with plant collectors and pharmacists, and training tours of various knight orders.”

MC+Leon: “…”

Nokto: “…what”

Leon: “I didn't think you knew that much about Keith's plans."

Nokto: “I happened to talk to Licht, and he asked me about it at the time, so I just did some research.”

MC+Leon: “Heh… for some reason.”

(Maybe it's because of Licht... I rarely see them together, but they're really good friends...?)

N: Nokto furrowed his brows with a somewhat uncomfortable look at his naturally relaxed cheeks.

(Does that mean Keith is busy now?) ⬛️ (…I probably shouldn’t go see him.)

N: The next guide is in 3 days, so just wait until that day comes. ⬛️ Yes, I can wait, but for some reason I feel restless, like I'm complaining, "I can't wait." ⬛️ Amber eyes drew close.

Leon: “Are you missing Keith?”

MC: “Eh…”

Nokto: "I heard that you've been seen in the infirmary and training grounds."

Leon: "Me too. It's a difficult place to pass by by chance, isn't it?"

N: Their mean smiles warmed my cheeks, and at the same time, I was taken aback.

(This feeling of restlessness is more than wanting to apologize as soon as possible... Is it because I miss seeing you?)

N: It fell on my chest as if telling me it was the answer.

MC: Yeah, I guess I’ve been lonely"

Leon+Nokto: “Definitely.”

MC: "I think you're always honest."

Nokto: “Oh, you mean it's easy to understand?"

(….I want to deny it, but I can’t.)

Nokto: “Good news for you.” ⬛️ “Keith, it seems he's already returned to the castle."

MC: “!”

N: The unexpected information made my heart jump.

Nokto: "I hope you enjoyed the party enough, should you go see him now?" ⬛️ “So, let's heal the tiredness of work with you." ⬛️ "It's a common practice, but isn't it the most honest and least costly strategy?"

Leon: “Is it honest?”

MC: "...I wanted to say thank you honestly."

Nokto: "Huh? Who was the young lady who said, 'You're always so honest'?"

MC: “"Thank you for the useful information.”

(Putting aside the strategy, I'll heal you from the fatigue of your work, huh...) ⬛️ (…That’s right.)

[I’m gonna try and get enough diamonds for the premium story since I’m very close. Hang tight!]

[yukina-otome]

Chevalier Michel: Show we a new side of you (his pov) Translation Part 1

Hello everyone! I come back with yet another translation of Chevalier election reward story. The story is very long and entirely in his pov as well as fully voiced. (Even his inner thoughts were voiced, it truly was a delight to the ears.) It also comes with its own cg.

Since the story is quite long and naturally divide into 3 parts, this translation will also be done in 3 parts.

Thank you very much to @jenaiea, who gave me the story so that i could translate it. I hope everyone enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed translating it.

Please give a like and a reblog or comment so that I'd know my work is appreciated. (Could motivate me to release the other parts faster hehe)

NB: If you wanna be tagged for the next parts please say so in the comments.

I never had something that could be called a hobby in my life

I do love reading books but that also has a practical side to it. So I do not do it entirely for pleasure.

I never had anything I did just because I liked it.

That is, until I met MC.

Chevalier: I do not like to dilly dally so today’s training will be in the form of directl combat.

This is the training grounds, where Knights usually have their training sessions.

Usually, the training of soldiers was managed by Clavis and the red-head

But If I don't train my body from time to time, I might become rusty.

(That’s the reason I've been telling everyone but…)

Chevalier: Try to make me go down on my knees. I do hope you’ll entertain me a bit.

The knights pick up their wooden swords and start their usual formation.

It seems they had come up with a plan, but they were all too predictable.

(Well, I do hope some remains standing by the time the simpleton comes.)

The most powerful knights attacked first.

+Sword clashing sounds+

Chevalier: ……Too slow.

I kicked the knight that attacked me from the front, then turned around and hit the knight who sneaked up to attack me from the back.

(Their attack is a little bit more organized than the last time but that’s it.)

(It would be enough to deal with small fry, but it does not work on me.)

I trusted my sword with great precision toward their vital point and all the knights fell one after another.

The knight exhausted bodies piled up on the ground as they usually did when training with me.

(If this keeps going I can’t achieve my other goal.)

(.....Or maybe not, i guess luck is with me today.)

I felt another presence and when I glanced toward the entrance, I saw her familiar face.

Usually, even when she comes to watch, all Knights are down so there is nothing more for her to see.

Chevalier: Is that all?

I dared to provoke the knights, who were all wiping the floor with their bodies.

One knight stood up and picked up his fallen sword.

Knight: Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

(If this was the battlefield, attacking dumbly like this would have him killed, but it seems there is room for improvement.)

I kick the knight before his swords get to touch my body.

Chevalier: I acknowledge your spirit, at the very least.

Cyril: I am extremely sorry, King Chevalier.

The knight who was able to stay standing amidst the other fallen knight, was the red-head, Cyril.

Chevalier: If this was the battlefield, you would have been the only surviving soldier. But would that have any meaning?

Cyril: It wouldn't. All I would be able to do is cry for my fallen comrades.

Chevalier: So instead you’d choose a meaningless death?

Cyril: Of course, How could I go back to my lord if I failed his expectations?

(I would have agreed with this mindset before, but now….)

The red-headed kept a firm hold of his sword, his whole body tense as if he was really on the battlefield.

For a few minutes, our sword clashed.

(As expected, he does have quite the potential.)

Red-head attacked my vital points accurately and without waste.

Anyone not skilled enough would not be able to keep up with him.

Chevalier: Your movement has become more precise since the last time we fought.

Cyril: Yes. If I keep losing, I’ll drag my lord’s face into the mud.

Chevalier: ……….. (smug laugh)

(Well, I too, can’t afford to lose in front of my simpleton.)

The fight was fierce, and he was looking for any small opportunity so that he could strike me.

After a while, I parried his attack and his sword fell to my feet.

Cyril: Well, in the end I ended up losing pathetically.

Chevalier: Still, that was a good match.

Chevalier: And I advise you to change that mindset of not going back alive.

Chevalier: Even if you were to be the only one left standing, it is your duty as a Knight to return to your master.

Chevalier: As the strongest of the knights, try to bring back as many alive Knights as you can including yourself. If you can’t even do that, then you're incompetent.

Cyril: I’ll keep that in mind….

Red-head is specifically capable amongst the knights, he will not disobey his lord’s orders unless he has no other choice.

(The fact that I started thinking that the knight's lives were as important as victory is thanks to the simpleton’s influence.)

Chevalier: Now, all the fools who died on the battlefield, do not come back until you have done 100 laps around the castle.

All the knights: Whaaat?! 100 laps?!

Chevalier: There is no mercy for the losers.

Cyril: Thank you very much! Everyone! Do not complain! Go!

The knights rushed all out of the training grounds at once.

Now that the hindrances were gone, there was only me and MC there.

(Or maybe not.)

Outside the training ground, I could feel the presence of many knights, along with red-head and I could see them peeking through the door.

MC: King Chevalier, well done.

Chevalier: I don’t think there was anything worthy of you purposely visiting.

MC: I’m sorry for disturbing you.

Chevalier: The knights were the one in the way.

I put my arms around her waist and hugged her awkwardly.

Chevalier: By the way, the loser got a penalty, but isn’t it also natural for the winner to get a reward?

MC: A reward?

(I am being….ridiculous.)

The need for a reward was part of human nature, so I approached my face to hers without looking away.

And quickly sealed her lips with mine.

She seemed to completely forget about where we were before she suddenly became aware and pushed my chest gently.

I expected this sort of reaction from her.

Chevalier: What is it?

MC: Why don’t I give you your reward after we go back to your room?

Chevalier: Then it will be too late.

MC: Really?

When I glanced toward the entrance, MC followed my gaze and became speechless.

(Do you not realize that even your cute reactions are part of my reward?)

MC panicked and started moving her mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet not a single sound would come out.

It was rare for her to make such an expression these days, because she always tried to look calm and dignified.

Chevalier: I really want to show them who exactly you belong to, but….

I hugged MC so that her expression could not be seen by the knights.

Chevalier: I have no intention of letting them see this adoringly foolish face expression of yours.

(I really seem to have developed quite the wicked hobby.)

As I thought that, I saw MC’s red ears as she buried her face into my chest, and my heart skipped a beat.

Yuki's note: That's it for part 1! If you didn't get enough of Cheva pls check the other translation that i did for him as well as clavis 2022 birthday as well as my own story that i wrote. You can check all that from my MASTERLIST

[ezxthan]

TWO ENGAGEMENT EVENTS IN A ROW ARE TOO MUCH, I ALMOST DIED

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Prince - Silvio Ricci

I'm not an expert at this, so my translations are gonna be pretty janky. Expect mistakes.

Slightly suggestive.

Translation under the cut.

Emma visited my room on Valentine's Day night and was dumbfounded by what she saw.

Emma: "Prince Silvio."

Silvio: "Yeah?"

Emma: "What's with all the jewelry and clothes?"

Benitoite Valentine's Day has the custom of devoting oneself to the person one loves.

(I get that she prefers feelings over stuff, and to be honest, I think I went too far, but一)

Silvio: "Well, today is Valentine's Day."

Silvio: "Still, I tried my best not to overdo it."

In response to my statement, I looked again at the gifts piled up in my room.

I think I deserved some praise for making enough room for two people.

Emma: "Um, I'm surprised at the sheer volume, but I'm happy."

Emma: "Thanks, Prince Silvio."

Silvio: "Well, you deserve this."

Emma: "Do you still think this is not enough?"

Actually, there were more potential gifts than I could fit in the room.

Emma: "Wait, no. Don't tell me."

Emma: "Even if you don't do this, I can still feel your love for me."

(She probably said that on purpose.)

(Also, she doesn't have to tell me that because I can see it every time she gives me a stupidly obvious response.)

(But looking at her, I don't think I'm telling her enough.)

Silvio: "I don't care what you say. Just accept everything quietly."

I picked out the clothes and jewelry from the pile of gifts that would suit Emma.

(Since I chose it, it will look good on her.)

Silvio: "You're so cute."

Emma: "R-Really? This is a bit embarrassing."

Silvio: "..............."

(Damn, my voice slipped out.)

I coughed to cover it up, but...

Emma: "Can you say that again?"

Silvio: "Don't get carried away."

Emma: "It's Valentine's Day, and I want you to spoil me.”

Silvio: "Fine, if you're going to insist that much, I'll tell you."

Emma: "Whoa!"

I roughly pushed her down on the bed, her eyes sexily shimmering as she looked up at me.

(I always go crazy when I'm with her.)

Silvio: "Everything I saw looks good and cute on you!"

Silvio: "Are you satisfied now? Or do you want me to say it one more time?"

Emma: "Once is enough! And please don't say that while blushing. You're making me even more embarrassed!"

Silvio: "Shut up! You ask me to do it!"

Emma: "Tyrant!"

Silvio: "So what!?"

As soon as she looked away, I felt my rationality slip away again.

(It's your fault for reacting so cutely.)

Instantly, something snapped inside me.

I kissed her roughly and pushed the tip of my tongue between her lips, causing her to let out a sweet moan.

Emma: "Mnn...ngh...Silvio..."

Silvio: "What? You became much quieter after I kissed you."

Silvio: "What happened to the energy you had just now?"

Emma: "If the person I love does this to me, of course, I'll become quiet!"

Silvio: "I take it back. You're not quiet at all."

(She should know that she only looks cuter when she argues with me like this.)

I quickly blocked her lips with a kiss and started taking her clothes off.

As soon as I stripped her naked, I cupped her breast, and she moaned even louder.

Emma: "I would be more obedient if you were honest with me."

Silvio: "Look who's talking. You're not always honest, you know?"

Emma: "I'm pretty sure I'm always honest."

As I put another mark on her skin, Emma smiled at me.

Emma: "I love you."

Emma: "Even though you're obnoxious, not honest, and a big tyrant, I still love you!"

Silvio: "What is this all of a sudden?"

Emma: "You said I'm not always honest, so now, I'm being honest."

Emma: "It's Valentine's Day, so love is in the air."

(It really throws me off when she suddenly acts like this.)

(And yet, I don’t hate it.)

I could frustratingly feel the heat gathering on my face as she spoke.

Emma: “Are you embarrassed?”

Silvio: “I’m not embarrassed.”

Emma: “But your face...”

Silvio: “Ah, geez! Shut up! I’m not embarrassed!”

Silvio: “You want me to be honest with you? Fine! Make love to me until I’m satisfied.”

Silvio: “And don't think you'll get away with this.”

Emma: “Ah!”

I clutched her hips and thrust harder as she wrapped her arms around my back, her chest hitting against mine.

(I feel so happy when I’m with her like this.)

(I can’t get enough of her.)

Silvio: “I love you.”

Emma: “Prince...Silvio...”

Silvio: “I ain’t gonna say it twice.”

Emma: “Hehe, Okay. I’m so happy.”

She was breathless, but Emma still smiled softly.

Emma: “My gift is not as many as yours, but I’ll give all my love to you instead.”

Silvio: “That's a bold thing to say.”

Silvio: "I'm going to hold you so tight you won't even have time to chat, so get ready, Emma."

(I can't say the words easily, but this is my way of loving you.)

On Valentine's Day, many lovers made sweet love to each other.

Emma was smiling so much that I couldn't help but be embarrassed at her clumsy words and touches.

-END-

[viatagrinner]

Keith Howell. Mean and awkward love for you. His POV

Mean Keith's POV.

February is not a good month for Mean Keith.

(Will there be a private meeting today after class?)

Getting a progress report from Liam, he finds MC on her way to the greenhouse.

He often sees a thick notebook in her hands lately.

Suddenly he feels a painful blow on his back.

Keith: Don't hit your master in the back with your fists.

It's Liam, asking if the prince heard him.

Keith: I was too busy watching my beloved to listen. Next time you hit me, I'll take a pay cut.

Liam sighs disappointedly, but remains silent as the prince watches MC disappear into the greenhouse.

(.....While she was walking, her head was full of Keith's birthday.)

Liam: She works with enthusiasm, doesn't she?

Keith: Yeah.

Liam: But you're not too happy about it.

Keith: .... Of course I'm happy. I never get tired of seeing my lover think about me.

Liam sighs irritably, Keith hasn't managed to fool him.

Keith doesn't like that MC is so immersed in thoughts of his birthday. But that's selfish of him. The prince can hardly contain his irritation.

(But thanks to MC, it's good that the other self can genuinely enjoy the holiday).

Liam: Are you really going to invite Lady MC to the birthday party? You know that some aristocrats still dislike the "imperfect prince."

(This guy, even though he's tough, worries.)

He pisses off the aristocrats.

(I pity the timid and gentle "me" who is looked down upon).

Keith: It doesn't matter what other people think. He became a different person.

(Because sometimes he gave up his goodness to protect MC, what's important to him.)

Keith: I know that the likelihood of some nobles doing something stupid to MC is not zero.

Keith: That's why I'm asking you to weed out the nasty guys from the party.

The prince wants the heroine to get used to life in Jade, and troubled guys get in the way.

However, he needs to talk to the girl right now. Before he leaves, Keith tells Liam that it is important that people in the castle know how devoted Keith is to MC.

(MC is kind to everyone. There are quite a few people with strange expectations.)

Liam realizes that mean Keith won't show up at the party.

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Greenhouse

Keith has been standing next to MC for several minutes now. While she is passionately reading notes in her notebook, he is trying to do her hair.

(I wonder if I'll be seen soon.)

Finally she pays attention. To her indignation, he replies that he was waiting for her to notice him.

Keith: I hope you like it? My cunning.

MC: ......I like it.

Keith: It's so nice of you to answer me honestly.

The girl asks you to stop teasing her.

(I think it's your fault that you're reacting in a way that makes me want to tease you.)

The girl's small hand closed the notebook.

When asked how much he saw, the prince replies that he wasn't looking, just playing with her "beautiful" hair.

He knew as soon as he met MC in the greenhouse that he would want to torture her.

Keith continued to play with her hair.

Keith: That way the hair on the side won't get in the way when you write.

The heroine apologizes for not noticing it right away.

Keith: I don't forgive you.

The prince gently bites MC on the back of the head. She wanted to avoid it, but the prince wouldn't let her. However, a large hand grabbed her shoulders, and many kisses fell on the heroine's skin. Just to touch her.

(I'd be happy to put a mark on her neck and show the others that she's mine, but I don't want anyone to see MC's flushed face.)

The prince had to restrain himself.

The heroine's small body trembled, and the corners of the prince's mouth naturally lifted at the sight of her trying to suppress her voice.

MC: What if someone comes?

Keith: No one will come. I don't want to be disturbed.

Liam's face flashed in the distance... But he didn't come any closer.

Keith: The punishment is over. Please don't mind me next time, okay?

There is a cake on the table. Keith realizes that she made it.

(This just keeps getting better and better.)

He's not interested in sweets, but he likes what MC does.

(Oh yes, I've been eating a lot of sweets lately.)

Keith: Are you learning how to make birthday candy?

She should learn how to make sweets better than she does now. Because everyone will notice at once that it is handmade.

The prince replies that the other Keith will only be happy about it.

MC asks not to say such nice things, because she is immediately pleased.

Keith: Don't worry about it. It's too late.

Human emotion is contagious.

The sight of her desperately pursing her lips made him feel a tickle in his heart.

However, the prince has a thing for the heroine.

(Go ahead and say that sooner....)

Keith sees that if he doesn't tell her, he will make the girl feel lonely and guilty, and he will regret it.

It's a common human emotion, but he doesn't want to experience it.

Keith: ...Sounds like you and the guys at the castle are busy getting ready for the birthday party.

When she asks about the cake, he replies that it's okay.

Keith: He loves sweets, so he'll gladly eat anything you make.

Keith: I also like what you make, regardless of the sweets.

Keith's golden eyes turn to the bright flowers in the greenhouse. His index finger tapped the table with a slight thud.

(It is strange to be uncomfortable with MC.)

Keith: I'm not going to show up on this day.

Keith: It shouldn't be that surprising. Don't worry about it. I can see you all right through him.

MC wants to know why he won't be there.

Keith: I'm glad you're putting up with it for him and me, but.. I hate being congratulated.

(I might regret saying that.)

Needless to say, his heart squeezed at the upset MC.

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Gentle Keith POV

February was a guilt-filled month for Keith.

In the hallway, the prince saw his beloved in the dress he had chosen especially for her.

Keith: You are beautiful, Miss MC.

Keith: Even though I bought this dress for the party, I don't want anyone to see you now.

Keith: It's so sweet and elegant that I think I'm going to stop blinking.

MC: Your eyes will get dry, so please blink.

Keith: Naturally. If I damage my eyes, I won't be able to see you completely.

( ..........So, I said what I wanted to say again without thinking.)

(What if she's sick of me? I don't want her to hate me.)

He felt a little embarrassed, but when he saw MC's flushed cheeks, he was relieved.

(Good you're embarrassed...... No, what do I mean, I'm glad you're embarrassed?)

(It was so embarrassing for MC, but what a cute reaction she has... I'm disgusting.)

The girl thanks the prince for the dress. She looks forward to wearing the outfit and standing next to Keith.

Keith: .... Me too.

He notices MC's anxiety.

(Is it normal to be anxious?)

He remembers the conversation between the other Keith and MC.

Wanting to respect her feelings, both Keiths don't want to give up the celebration.

(At times like this, I don't know what's right.)

Even Keith doesn't know why his other personality doesn't want to celebrate.

Keith doesn't understand why he confided in MC and told her honestly?

(I'm not a "he," but I'm still Keith.)

(If I were in his shoes, I probably would have done the same.)

Because Keith wants to cherish the girl, that's the only reason. But she won't talk about the other Keith herself.

Keith wants to take a walk with his beloved.

(.....But please forgive me for causing you a little trouble from now on.)

It was the moment the prince realized how much he simply and inexplicably loved her.

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Mean Keith POV

He wasn't going to come out, but he was pulled out by that guy who was too good-natured.

It's at times like this that gentle Keith becomes so insufferable that he forgets he's weak.

Mean Keith almost curses him for annoying him, but when he sees the relief on the heroine's face, he doesn't care.

Mean Keith admits to himself that he is very weak against MC.

She does wonder why he didn't want to celebrate.

He notices that he starts tapping his fingers on the table again.

(This habit must have been noticed by MC, too.)

Keith: I was half lying when I said I didn't like it. I figured if I told you that, you'd be convinced, no questions asked.

Keith: ........The day he was born is different from the day I was born as a person.

Keith: I was born because of his misfortune.

Keith: I don't think you want me to celebrate my birth instead of his unhappiness.

Keith: Even if my birth kept him alive.

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Flashback:

Mean Keith was born on a rainy, dank day. The rain trampled his body into the ground. And there was pain in his heart.

The tragedy in front of him made him sick with pain and anger that tore his heart apart.

Alter Keith knew the meaning of his existence from the moment he was born.

He endured and clung to life. And the first sound from him was laughter.

In that moment, he felt a slight relief in his body and knew for the first time in his life that fun was what made him feel at ease.

The flashback was over.

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That's why he loves lively places. Lively places are often fun.

(But right now I like being around MC more.)

The prince saw that the girl could hardly hold back her tears.

He likes the heroine's tears, but he hates the tears she sheds when she feels pain.

Keith: That's why I didn't want to tell you. You're going to cry.

The girl denies it.

Keith: Your cheeks aren't wet yet, so you're not crying? Stubborn and sweet.

He soothes her by stroking her cheek with the back of his finger, running his finger through her hair and rubbing her back.

He asks her not to apologize for crying, she did not see it.

MC says he cries for more than that. Even if he thinks he was born out of misfortune, the girl still wanted to celebrate the birth of the man she loves. And she wants the prince to accept it.

Keith knew in his heart that MC would say that.

(I expected that, but when you really say it, it's hard to react.)

His heart is restless. Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to accept these feelings.

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The cake was delicious. Keith couldn't get enough of his lover's happy smile every time he ate, and before he knew it, the plate was empty.

He wants MC to wish him a happy birthday. He decides that he will accept this day as the day he was born.

A little worried, the heroine congratulated him on his birthday.

Keith's heart clenched. He put the excited girl between his legs.

The prince blindfolded her. He hugs her tightly to keep her from escaping and feels the girl's body temperature.

Keith: I knew you were cuddly. You're small and soft and I want to torment you...

As Keith put his lips to the girl's cheek, the body in his hands trembled slightly.

Keith: It's fun not knowing what I'll do to you.

MC admits that instead of fun, she's even more nervous.

Keith: Then I'll take your hand.

Keith: When we hold hands, you always look happy, like a baby.

Keith kissed the back of her neck... Kissed all over and enjoyed the heroine's reaction.

Keith: Hey, MC. Let you congratulate me again.

MC: Happy birthday, Keith.

Keith: One more time.

MC: ? Happy Birthday.

The words of congratulations have accumulated in his heart over and over again.

When MC congratulates him, he doesn't feel bad.

Even though he was born out of misfortune, MC's words about wanting to celebrate may be the reason they have such an effect on him.

Keith: Keep celebrating, keep congratulating me, and keep making me happy, okay?

Keith: Really, you and that guy are both softies.

*A passionate kiss*

Keith: MC...

(I was born to protect, but MC saved me again.)

Keith and MC's intertwined fingers gently strengthened their grip, as if to express their mutual feelings.

There was no way to extinguish the flames anymore.

Now Keith is looking forward to February.

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Keith's Masterlist

[elleplaysotome]

Learned the kanji for gold/money (金) in Japanese class I think I'm ready for Silvio's JP route now

no I'm not I know like maybe 30 kanji total I've been taking Japanese for like 6 months we learned this one because it's used in the kanji for Friday

[dododrawsstuff]

"Saudade" Ikepri OC comic - Melinda

I had this idea about on the times Melinda misses her world, Chev does things that reminds her of her country/ home (I think he shows a lot of his affection through actions). So have this comic.

The food Chev cooked for her are coxinhas, kibe (idk if there's a translation) and bread with egg (it's just something she used to eat a lot ahdhah)

I can't seem to stop drawing Melinda and Chev, someone stop me, please

OC taglist: @olivermorningstar @keithsandwich @bicayaya @scummy-writes @aquagirl1978 @sh0jun @mxrmaid-poet @violettduchess @floydsteeth @lorei-writes @ikeprinces-stuff (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist)

[ceruleanwhore]

I wanted to make another set of childfree headcanons like I did for ikevamp but for ikeprince this time. For the record, when I do it like this where I’m going through all the characters in this way, I’m doing that for all the cf folks out there who maybe want to be able to think of their fave as being compatible with them or whatever else. This isn’t me being like ‘I believe every character in this story would genuinely be cf,’ this is me coming up with ways to justifying whoever out there might want to believe that any of these characters could be cf, potentially. I’m not doing all the characters, though, since Silvio, Keith, and Gilbert haven’t been released yet and I have all my knowledge of them from Tumblr translations that not everyone has seen.

Also, this is going to be more dark and serious than the last one, so TW for talking about ptsd and also a mention of suicide. 

Jin — He has a very complicated relationship with his parents and with his childhood that I think would get in the way of him consciously deciding that he wishes to have kids. I also could see him doubting himself and his ability to protect any potential kids after that one time he couldn’t protect some children 🙃 Regardless, I see him readily agreeing to a cf lifestyle if prompted by a cf partner.

Chev — I get the vibe from him that he has no real, genuine desire to have children and also that his own complicated relationship with his mother might further dissuade any such desires, but I do also think that he sees procreation as part of his duties as a prince or as king. I believe that having his partner come disclose to him that they do not desire children would in a way be liberating for him because then he could let go of feeling the need to force himself to do so anyway and come up with a different solution if he’d need an heir as king.

Clavis — He’s said it himself that what he wants more than anything is for someone to love him above all else and, as both my parents have explained to me, once children come into the picture you do love them even more than your partner, and I think he’d struggle with that. Also, he’s so much better suited to be a fun uncle than to actually be a father and I genuinely think that’s also what he’d want for himself more than actual fatherhood.

Leon — The strongest impression he gave me in his route is that, once he’s interested, he is 100% dedicated to making his partner happy, so that’s where he strikes me as one of those guys who would go with whatever his sweet baboo desires.

Yves — I mean, I don’t see him doing well with the mess and the noise, not to mention that he has his infamously bad luck that actually could prove harmful to a baby. More than that, though, he already has tremendous amounts of stress from all the added pressure he puts on himself with his work for perfectionism as well as all the criticism he constantly receives from everyone else around him who isn’t Sariel or the other princes, so I just don’t think he has the capacity for the additional stress that would come with a child. Also, beyond the normal stress of having kids, he would then also suffer additional stress from the constant criticism he would receive from people around him every day about how he is as a parent or even about his kids and I genuinely don’t think he could handle all of that, all stacked up.

Licht — This man is so traumatized from his childhood that there’s no way he’d let himself even consider it. If he ever had a partner end up pregnant, it would massively trigger his PTSD and might push him to leave or even die by suicide, given his mental health history. I think he’d be positively delighted to skip that part of marriage and just enjoy his relationship with his partner, without any stowaways.

Nokto — Also heavily traumatized, also not getting over that trauma any time soon, would likely do horribly with having children. The other thing you need to remember about the twins when it comes to kids is that it isn’t just how much they’d panic about the idea of having children, it’s also that massive, unprocessed trauma like they both have can get triggered by said children and come out in some pretty awful ways. I was lucky enough that, in my personal experience with such things, all I got from my dad being blindsided by suddenly having all this trauma he didn’t know he had being triggered by me was yelling and, when I was younger, some spanking. With the twins, yes, we can all agree that they’re good people, but if they were genuinely triggered by a child in a way they never would have expected to experience, they could do something worse than yelling or it could even send them back, mentally, to their childhood so now the baby’s crying because it’s hungry but Nokto’s now in the middle of a PTSD episode and is also crying and yelling about how his mom needs to leave Licht alone. Like I cannot express how bad it could be for these two to have kids without YEARS of therapy at least.

Luke — He has that really interesting attachment style where he gets so singularly attached to one person, so with as much as he talks a lot, even at the very end, about how he doesn’t give two shits about anyone except his sister and his partner and maybe also Jin, he could very well see a potential baby as just a stranger that he doesn’t really give a shit about. Now, obviously, one could point out that once a baby has actually been produced he could come to love it like he loves his sister, but that would require the production of a baby in the first place, which wouldn’t happen if he had a childfree partner. 

Sariel — First off, he lives and breathes for his work, so I really don’t see him having the time to really focus on a child the way that they need. Secondly, it’s clear that he doesn’t like or do well with chaos of any kind, as proven by Clavis, so it seems unlikely to me that he would desire to produce something that is inherently going to be the living embodiment of chaos for some time. 

Rio — This man would be thrilled to do literally anything at all to make one woman happy, including having or not having kids. He’s a delightfully submissive simp who will do anything his mistress asks, no matter what, so it’s only natural he’d accommodate any preference, including this one.

[clavissionary-position]

Ikeprinces Ranked By How Well They Play Hopscotch

ALTER-KEITH . hates hopscotch, but hates losing, hates losing, hates losing

LUKE . for when doth he leap, he leapeth like cocaine bear soaring through the skies and people

LICHT . somehow sword-dancing translates into hopscotching

JIN . came for the scotch, stayed for the hop (of you-know-what)

LEON . used to be Hopscotch Champion of Rhodolite before Keith, Luke, Licht and Jin decided to try at your behest. He has trophies and he secretly wishes you'd name them

CLAVIS . but technically he plays a variation of hopscotch that includes armadillos, a hula-hoop, two smaller hula-hoop (for the ankles), and a tiny monkey that has all the answers

RIO . plus he makes the cutest sounds every time he lands

SARIEL . you don't get good(ish) at dodging Clavis traps without picking up a few tricks yourself, and then using said-tricks to show the neighborhood street urchins how its done

KEITH . objectively fantastic, subjectively pathetic

NOKTO . his hips are weirdly mesmerizing when he scotches the hop

YVES . he's good at it! he just... runs into interference 99% of the time

SILVIO . the only time when his jangling gets on his own nerves

GILBERT . it's illegal to ask him to try (but also makes the cutest sounds every time he lands)

CHEVALIER . it's illegal to even imagine him trying

[duuuuuuurje]

Hmm. Depends on which game. I’ve only played Sengoku and Prince.

I think I’d survive well enough in ikesen and being in MC’s place. Assuming I still know how to speak English and French when I get thrown in there, I’d be a useful translator. Knowing the history I know, I think I stand a chance at convincing them to stop fighting each other and instead go overthrow the British empire. But I would very much miss toilet paper and pain meds for menstruation. (RIP convenient hygiene) I will be happy without having to get stabbed by needles every year though. I hate shots. All the political worries and war stuff would definitely stress me out in the beginning. I would cope by either just not getting involved, or, go the complete other direction and convince (by convince I mean beg) the Oda commanders to let me join the fighting forces. Might as well do something worthwhile there, right?

Now, ikeprince? I could absolutely handle being in that position. You’re telling me I get to psychoanalyze and study the way monarchy people live and behave up close? That’s literally just the job of my dreams. I already know who I’d choose to be king based on what I’ve read. Though when adding in the foreign princes, that would get more complicated, more stressful but not impossible to deal with. (I would relish the chance to squeeze the life out of Gilbert with my death hugs.) I’d still go about the duties I was given as best I could though not as effectively. My anxiety about leaving a bad impression on the foreign princes would weigh me down. After all that I’d run off with Rio to have a domestic fluffy life and live happily ever after, except for during tax season.

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[queen-dahlia]

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲?

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

I want to apologize for one thing to the rabbit who became a child.   //   There is one thing I would like to apologize to the little rabbit who has become a child.

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Gilbert: "What are you doing here?"

Tough Guy: "Ah, I’m sure this has nothing to do with you, but stay back, you idiot!"

Gilbert: "What? It's creepy to stare at me."

Gilbert: "Can I crush your eyes?"

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I thought I was being careful at the time, but I let out murderous intent.

The feeling of the baby rabbit trembling in my arms is still fresh in my mind.

Gilbert: "Emma, please."

Emma: "Wow, sparkles!"

Emma's little hands hold the suncatcher she just bought.

It was made from a collection of colorful gemstones, which scattered light around it through the sunlight.

Emma: "Are you sure?"

Gilbert: "Of course. I'm happy if the little rabbit is happy too.''

Emma: "Thank you. I will make it my treasure!"

Emma was so pleased with the "sparkles" that she wouldn't take her eyes off them.

It's not an uncommon commodity at ore festivals, but for Emma, it doesn't seem to matter.   //   It's not an uncommon item at an ore festival, but that doesn't seem to matter to Emma.

(You don't seem to be forcing yourself to be happy.)

(I hope that the scary memory from earlier will fade away soon...)

Gilbert: "Emma, there's a delicious sweet shop over there."

Emma: "Sweets!"

Gilbert: "Do you want some?"

Emma: "I want to eat!"

Gilbert: "Let's go, then."

I hold Emma's hand, still distracted by the suncatcher, and start walking away.

As I was about to head to the candy shop I wanted to visit, I felt a small resistance.

I stopped my steps and followed the gaze of those round eyes.

Before I knew it, she was staring at a small park in a corner of the city.

In a park that has only recently been developed using national funds,

Children about the same age as Emma are now playing happily.

(Is she… tempted to get in there?)

If it is an adult Emma, I would not let her get involved with people as much as possible because of jealousy, but I have no intention of tying her up as a child.

Perhaps it was because I had very different feelings about (little) Emma than I did about the adult Emma, but I was willing to be forgiving now.

Gilbert: "Go ahead."

Emma huffs as I let go of her hand.   //   When I let go of her hand, Emma gasped.

Emma: "What about Gil?"

Gilbert: "I'll wait here for you."

Emma: "Are you just waiting?"

Gilbert: "Then I'll watch the little rabbit play all day long."

Gilbert: "If you look like you’re having fun, I’m having fun too."

Emma: "…"

Emma's gaze keeps going back and forth between me and the park.

After making a pretense of hesitation, a small hand grasped my cold fingers.

Emma: "I knew it."   //   "As I thought."

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Because I wanted to be with Gil."

Gilbert: "It's written all over your face that you want to play with those kids."

Emma: "That's not true!"

Gilbert: "I know a liar when I see one."

Emma: "Then I'll play with Gil!"

Emma puffs out her cheeks and starts walking, pulling me by the hand.

The destination seemed to be in the park, and when I stopped in front of a swing, she asked me to sit down with her gaze.

Gilbert: "Maybe you'd have more fun playing with the other kids than me?"

Emma: "It's much more fun with Gil!"

(Did you care about me?)

(No, no matter how Emma is, she's still a child, so I can't believe that.)

When I give up and sit on the swing, Emma jumps onto my lap.

(... I can't help it.)

When I swung Emma slowly so she wouldn't fall, her innocent face blossomed. **

Emma: "Gil, more, more!"

Gilbert: "Emma has courage, doesn’t she?"

I kick the ground, thinking about my physical strength and trying to live up to expectations because I have been hoped for.   //   Since I was expected to, I tried to live up to her expectations and kicked the ground while thinking about my physical strength.

Although Emma was innocently enjoying herself, there was something smoldering in her chest.

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Emma: "Sparkle... sparkle..."

Back at the Imperial Castle, Emma never gets tired of looking at the suncatchers.

I could even hear what sounded like singing and could tell what kind of mood she was in.

Gilbert: "Do you like it that much?"

When I sat down a little further away and asked, Emma turned around quickly.

Emma: "Yeah! It's so beautiful."

Emma: "And you know what, those sparkles... they're just like Gil's eyes!"

A small finger indicated a red gemstone that stood out among the suncatchers made of multiple gems.

(Speaking of...)

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Emma: "But you know what sparkles the most?"

Gilbert: "Oh, isn't that a gem?"

Emma: "Nope!"

Emma: "Gil's red eye is the most sparkling and beautiful."

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I chuckle at the memory.

Gilbert: "I wonder if my eye sparkles that much."

Emma: "Yeah, it sparkles. But you know..."

Emma: "Sometimes the sparkle just disappears."

Gilbert: "Disappear?"

Emma nods, releases her hand from the suncatcher, and runs over on her little feet.

And then she tugged at my clothes and tilted my face as if listening to a secret conversation.

Emma: "You know, you know."

Emma: "When Gil isn't sparkling, he looks lonely."

little Emma is talking about Gil's eye here.

Gilbert: "…"

(... It's my first time hearing that.)

(Yeah, but... maybe it's the difference between keeping your eyes down or not.)

Adults and children alike always look up when Emma is around.

I can't take my eyes off Emma, and when the sunlight hits her, her eyes may seem to sparkle.

(But I don't really pay much attention to the others.)

Of course, it's not like I haven't seen it at all, but I'm not interested.

I've never been conscious of it, but I seem to spend more time with my eyes downcast.

(Emma, as a child, is really watching closely.)

As I admire her, Emma raises her hands up.

When I picked her up, she looked like she was in a "hold me" pose, but when I picked her up, her little hands grabbed the fluff (of the cape) firmly—

Emma: "See, it's still sparkling."

Emma: "Sparkling like jewels!"

Her innocent eyes peered into my face, and my cheeks unconsciously relaxed.

Gilbert: "... I see."

Gilbert: "Maybe the reason you didn't go to the other kids at the park is because I'm not sparkling anymore?"

Emma: "Yes. When Gil isn't sparkling, things get a little tight here.''

Emma indicated the chest by saying, 'here.'

(I didn't mean to restrict you, though.)

It is no different for child Emma and adult Emma to react to loneliness that has come out unconsciously.

Gilbert: "I'm sorry."

Emma: "…?"

Gilbert: "Hehe, it’s okay if you don’t understand."

Gilbert: "In return, gentle one, I'll tell you big brother's secret."   //   "In exchange, I will tell you big brother's secret, who is kind to you."

Emma's eyes light up in response to the word "secret."

(I think you're more sparkly than I am.)

Gilbert: "When big brother is sparkling, that's when he thinks, "I love you, little rabbit.""

Emma: "!"

Gilbert: "But don't tell anyone, because it's embarrassing."

Emma: "All right!"

Emma clings happily with a big smile on her face.

(You probably knew intuitively that I was a scary person in the back alley...)

(You still feel attached to me.)

Gilbert: "You're so cute… Please love me forever."   //   "You're so cute… You'll always love me."

Emma: "Yes! Gil, you'll always, always love me, too."

Gilbert: "Hmm, of course."

(I know my "likes" are not always good for you, but...)

That is not something I should say to the little baby rabbit.

Gilbert: "Don't forget your promise to big brother, okay?"

[goofysimpleton]

Keith Howell

Main Route Chapter 1

~This translation is not 100% accurate. Just here for you fellow impatient friends.

N= Narration

⬛️=whenever the next text showed up

I have the characters address Belle as MC for main character.

Choices are bold. The selection I picked is blue.

Scene 1

N: I have nothing but regrets.

Keith: “...Ah.”

N: The pounding rain drowned out his hoarse voice. ⬛ Golden eyes make a clear red road and he stares at it. ⬛ I– ⬛ The reality in front of me mercilessly lowers my body temperature more than the cold rain, ⬛ My outstretched hand, wishing it was a dream, was trembling unbecomingly.

Kieth: “....No. No…”

N: I– ⬛ I–

Keith: “...Ah…”

N: A pain pierced my heart. ⬛ I hold onto the chest area of my clothes so tightly that my fingers turn white. ⬛ The pain stopped immediately. ⬛ Alone in a forest where only the harsh sound of rain reverberates, my muddy body crouches and does not move.

Keith: “...” ⬛ “...” ⬛ “...Ahaha.”

N: An amusing laugh that was out of proportion to the situation spilled out.

Keith: “What? If it had broken down sooner, ‘I’ would’ve killed it.”

N: He slowly stood up and frustratedly brushed his wet hair. ⬛ The emptiness was like a beast that was nowhere to be seen, with sharp, cold eyes and a smile on his lips.

Keith: “I will… Make it come true.”

N: The day after official permission was obtained from both faction leaders, the three princes were permitted to stay in Rhodolite.

Keith: “Miss MC, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry!”

N: I was enjoying a tea party with Keith across a table lined with sweets– That was supposed to be the case.

Keith: “I was very rude to you at the goodwill party.” ⬛ “At the time, um, I was upset, or rather, it was because I was too nervous.” ⬛ “No, even if that’s the case, there’s no such need to grab someone’s head.

(Weird behavior…)

Flashback Keith: “What is it, you? Look at me seriously.” ⬛ “Don’t make that stupid face. Don’t you want to bully me?”

(It’s true that he seemed like a different person and it was a perfect fit, but…)

Keith: “If a guy like this, who is 183 cm tall and has a huge body, did that to me, I would hate it.” ⬛ “Really… I’m really sorry.”

N: His majestic body crouched down helplessly and his face was so pale that I thought he had fallen into a river in the middle of winter. ⬛ About an hour after the tea party started, I received a storm of apologies from Keith.

MC: “Keith, I accept your apology so would you like to end this story?” ⬛ “At the time, I also started at you impudently.” ⬛ “Besides, my heart can’t hold any more words of apology!”

N: This situation of receiving apologies from the prince of a country, and even a foreign country, is so heartbreaking that it seems like a kind of ordeal. ⬛ Keith noticed me muttering and moved his hands restlessly.

Keith: “S-Sorry! I apologized without thinking about your feelings, and I’m really sorry for the inconvenience.” ⬛ “Ah, I apologized again. I’m sorry…”

MC + Keith: “...”

Scene 2

MC + Keith: “...”

N: The sound of flowers swaying in the wind and the awkward air surrounded us. ⬛ After Keith’s gaze wandered so much that he became worried, he slowly picked up a plate.

Keith: “T-This galette! Miss MC, you haven’t eaten yet, have you?” ⬛ “It’s thick and filling, so if you don’t mind…”

MC: “Thank you very much. Then, I’ll eat it.”

(Perhaps you were trying to change the subject?)

N: When I ate a bite-sized thick galette, ⬛ As if to continue, Keith also took off his gloves and brought the galette to his mouth with his long, angular fingers. ⬛ Crunchy texture, spreading saltiness and buttery taste made my mouth melt.

(At any rate, Keith suddenly invited me to a tea party, so I was prepared.) ⬛ (I never thought a storm of apologies would be waiting…)

N: What happened in my head was what happened a few hours ago.

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Flashback N: In the morning, when I went to Sariel, who had given me lessons as Belle, I was greeted with a difficult face.

Sariel: “Keith asked me if he could have a tea party with you.

MC: “...Me?”

Rio: “Keith is the green one with the kindest face out of the three countries, isn’t he?”

Sariel: “Stop distinguishing by color like Chevalier.”

(Why did Prince Keith invite me to a tea party?)

Sariel: “Gilbert and Silvio clearly had an interest in you, but…” ⬛ “I didn’t feel that kind of gesture from Keith, so it was a little surprising.”

Rio: “Mc, do you have any idea why you’re being invited to a tea party?”

MC: “I thought about it, but I didn’t come up with anything…”

(Grabbing one’s head… It’s not going to be a reason to be invited to a tea party.)

N: A few minutes of thinking together–None of us come up with anything. ⬛ As if switching, Sariel put on his glasses again.

Sariel: “Even if I think about it any further, the only thing that comes out is a sigh.” ⬛ “In any case, the other party is the prince of Jade, who was not supposed to participate in the goodwill party.” ⬛ “The reason for their stay was that Obsidian and Bentitoite wanted to stay.” ⬛ “The probability of inviting you to a tea party without a purpose is extremely low.”

MC: “You’re right…”

Sariel: “If you, a mere nobleman’s daughter, refuse the offer, you’ll definitely be suspicious.”

MC: “So I have no choice but to accept the offer.”

N: Sariel quietly nodded.

Sariel: “Just as the dog says, he is the friendliest of the three countries, but he is also the prince of one.” ⬛ “When it comes to national interests, they can be ruthless.”

N: If it is known that I am Belle, the death of his Majesty the KIng will be confirmed, and it will be the best bargaining chip for other countries.

(...I need to brace myself.)

Sariel: “If anything happens, report it. And stay vigilant. Sounds good?”

Rio: “I’ll go anywhere for you too, so feel free to call my name when you’re in trouble!” ⬛ “Of course, you’re always welcome even when you’re not in trouble!”

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(However, I’m glad I was ab;e to make it through this tea party somehow.)

Keith: “Um, Miss MC.”

N: When I lifted my head as if pulled back to reality, I met Keith’s peering gaze.

Keith: “Maybe it didn’t suit your taste? Because you look very troubled.”

MC: “No, no, I was just surprised for the first time eating a galette with salt in it!” ⬛ “It’s really delicious! Sweet and salty it seems like I can’t stop my hands.”

Keith: “Really!? I really like this candy. Do you?”

(Wah…)

N: Keith smiled broadly like a flower blooming.

Keith: “I’m so happy that you like it. Oh, I have other recommendations…”

N: With a dazzling smile on his face, he puts the sweets on the plate without hesitation. ⬛ With a large, masculine body, the imbalance that he diligently picks up makes the center of my chest warm.

(...Cute.)

Scene 3

(...Cute.)

N: Before I knew it, my mouth was the same as when I ate sweets. ⬛ I received a plte full of sweets and took a bit of the cookie on top. ⬛ Keith ate a heaping portion of sweets that he had set aside for himself.

MC: “Keith, you like sweets, don’t you?”

(It’s a pleasant meal.)

Keith: “Yes, I like them. Is there something you like to eat?” ⬛ “Ah, but I think Gileert likes to eat more.” ⬛ “When I gave him sweets that I brought from Jade yesterday, he ate them all in front of me and gave me only an empty box.” ⬛ “That might have meant he wanted a second helping.”

MC: “I didn’t know that… But Keith, you’re also one of those who eat a lot, right?”

N: In fact, the heap of sweets that was taken from the plate was gone.

Keith: “Today… I feel like eating more than usual.

N: I loosen my eyes and he gently spins his words.

(Talking to Keith somehow heals me.) ⬛ (That’s why I think the change I saw at the goodwill party was just a dream.)

N: His endlessly cold eyes came to mind again.

(But Keith apologized so much, so it’s a reality, isn’t it?)

N: No matter how much I think about it, I can’t come up with an answer.

Keith: “...”

(...?)

N: I notice that Keith is staring at me. ⬛ Even though his eyes were the same calm golden color, I found an uneasy color in the depths of them.

(Why are you looking at me like that?)

MC: “Keith?”

Keith: “Ah, um…”

N: I shut my mouth and look down to avert my gaze. ⬛ But it was only for a moment, and soon we met again.

Keith: “...”

(...!)

N: A straight gaze that pierces my heart unexpectedly makes my heart pound.

Keith: “Miss MC, if you have any troubles, feel free to tell me.”

MC: “Eh?”

N: Keith stood up and sat down next to me sitting on the sofa. ⬛ Then, as if to say that he would not let me escape, his big hand firmly grasped mine.

(Close close..!)

Keith: “After all, you can’t be satisfied with just a tea party and words of apology.” ⬛ “That’s how much you were so scared that you couldn’t say a word at that time.” ⬛ “So, that’s why I wanted to do something for you.”

(I thought he was convinced, but he wasn’t at all convinced!)

MC: “Oh, really don’t worry about it. I’m at fault for that, too.”

Keith: “You’re not at fault at all. I’m the one who’s wrong.”

N: A handsome face came to me for a long time, and my body involuntarily leaned back ⬛ Sudden close proximity is bad for the heart. ⬛ My cheeks were so hot at the closeness of the distance, I hesitated to even breathe.

(With this, the parallel lines will remain forever…)

N: I suddenly see sweets lined up on the table.

(I see!)

MC: “Then, I would like to have a tea party with you again.”

Keith: “Tea party?”

MC: “It’s not a problem, but I’d like to enjoy sweets together rather than alone.” ⬛ “If you’d like it, how does that sound?”

Keith: “A tea party…”

N: Keith in front of me made a thoughtful face and then smiled back.

Keith: “If that’s okay with you, I’d be happy. But if you have any other problems, feel free to tell me.” ⬛ “I would do anything for you.”

N:When he lets go, Keith crosses his long legs. ⬛ He doesn’t seem to have any intention of going back to his original seat, so he rests his chin on his knees and stares at me.

(I wonder what it is. I feel like I’m being observed.)

MC: “...”

N: At that time, Keith’s hand stroked my hair gently and put it on my ear.

Keith: “Your hair was a little messy. Did I surprise you?”

MC: “N-No…Thank you very much.”

Keith: “You’re welcome.”

N: I take a sip of black tea to escape the gentle and mean look in his eyes. ⬛ My heart is still beating loudly, and it looks like it will take time to calm down.

(From the friendliness of earlier, it seems to have changed completely… Maybe it’s just my imagination.) ⬛ (Also, I gave it back in a hurry, but if it’s just for a tea party, it’s fine.)

N: Just before, Keith happily eating sweets came to mind.

(...I don’t think he’s a bad person after talking to him.) ⬛ (For now, let’s just think about getting through this tea party.) ⬛ (If I can get through it, nothing will be a problem.) ⬛ (--Or so I thought.)

Scene 4

Silvio: “I didn’t know you were with a dark bastard.”

N: After finishing the tea party, I was in the middle of having Keith take me to my room. ⬛ Silvio, the prince of Benitoite, who played a lively jangling sound stood in our way.

Keith: “Silvio, do you have anything for MC?”

Silvio: “This girl is supposed to be my host during the stay.” ⬛ “I won’t let you say you don’t remember the rudeness of your butler.”

(Ah…)

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Flashback Silvio: “Those who threw champagne on me, originally this is a felony that could lead to a diplomatic dispute, but… Ha, rejoice.” ⬛ “Until I’m satisfied, I’ll give you guys the chance to do your best.”

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(I wanted it to be a joke, but it wasn’t a convenient story…!) ⬛ (What should I do? I have to do something about this before he finds out that I’m Belle.) ⬛ (Even though I was relieved that the tea party with Keith-sama ended safely………………)

Keith: "rude?"

MC: “Um, actually………………”

N: When Keith-sama, who didn't understand the situation, explained to me, ⬛️ After showing a gesture that could endure laughter, he turned his sympathetic gaze toward Silvio.

Keith: "I'm glad you didn't catch a cold, Silvio."⬛️ "Yeah. If you get sick, I'll teach you some medicinal herbs that work well."

(why medicinal herbs)

Silvio: “That sympathetic face. Isn't it supposed to be submerged in the sea?"

Keith: “I was just worried, but it’s too much…”

N: Keith, who spills a depressed voice that was easy to understand, puts his hand to his mouth in annoyance. ⬛️ His eyebrows dropped involuntarily.

Keith: “But yeah. Give her entertainment… Well, if it’s her, I’m sorry.”

(Sorry?)

N: As I pondered what was going on, Keith stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

Keith: “Actually, I decided to have Miss MC act as my exclusive Rhodolite guide.”

(...) ⬛️ (...)

MC + Silvio: “......Ha?”

Keith: “I’ve been to Rhodolite many times and it just gets more and more appealing each time.” ⬛️ “However, it is difficult for people from other countries to notice the charm of a country that only people who live there know.” ⬛️ “That’s why I asked MC, who lives in Rhodolite, to act as a guide during my stay.”

(I never said that. Why would he lie?)

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Flashback Keith: Miss MC, if you have any troubles, feel free to tell me.”

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(Because I was “in trouble?”)

Keith: “You’ve already made plans, haven’t you? Miss MC.”

CHOICES:

…….That’s right

Oh, really?

My memory is a little vague…

MC: “...That’s right?”

Silvio: “That’s a vague answer.”

MC: “Oh, I remember! Firmly and perfectly.”

Keith: “Yeah. I was wondering what I should do if you didn’t remember.”

(Let’s match Keith here.)

N: I replied to Keith with a satisfied smile.

(Unlike at the tea party, it’s more forcible, or rather, I feel the pressure.) ⬛️ (Yeah, I felt it during the tea party. When you sat next to me… I wonder if it’s just my imagination.)

Silvio: “Isn’t it surprising that a dark bastard asks someone for a favor?” ⬛️ “Was the eyepatch guy’s “secret mistress” a hit?”

Keith: “I feel sorry for a mistress like you.” ⬛️ “But if you’ll stay by my side, I’d rather have a lover than a mistress.”

(......What did you say just now?)

N: When I looked back awkwardly, my eyes met Keith who raised the corners of his mouth. ⬛️ Rather than “kind”, the expression seemed to match “mean.”

Keith: “MC’s smile is as soft and cute as a blooming flower.”

MC+Silvio: “.........Hm?”

Keith: “I couldn’t take my eyes off her ever-changing facial expressions and how she ate sweets with her small mouth.” ⬛️ “The thing that made me the happiest was when she stared at me for ten seconds and listened to what was not interesting to her.” ⬛️ “If you meet someone like a goddess, you won’t be satisfied with just one tea party.” ⬛️ “Of course, I want to know the charm of her country.” ⬛️ “But the tea party just as much made me want more time with her.” ⬛️ Oh my God, I wish you wouldn’t have said that because it’s embarrassing, Mr. Silvio.”

Silvio: “Don’t make me tell you… You just said it on your own, didn’t you?”

Keith: “Oh, is that so? How embarrassing.” ⬛️ “But I really didn’t want to give up on her.”

(Silvio looks at Keith with strange eyes.) ⬛️ (I… Don’t know what kind of face I should have. Or rather, my face is hot.)

N: I know it’s a lie to get Silvio to give up on entertainment, but… ⬛️ When you talk about me like that, embarrassment wins out and you struggle to pull your lips together.

(But I don’t think Silvio will give up now…) ⬛️ (Is there still some strategy?)

Keith: “Thus, MC gave me an eye for a stay. You found the target. That’s why…”

N: I close my lips and wait quietly for the next word.

Keith: “Sorry, Silvio.”

Silvio: “Ah?”

Keith: “The product I introduced earlier. Instead of signing a contract for regular purchases, I want you to gracefully give up.”

MC: “Wahh…?!”

Silvio: “Hey, wait, you bastard…!”

N: When he said that refreshingly, Keith grabbed my hand and started running.

Scene 5

Keith: “Ahaha, you ended up running away from Silvio.”

N: When he stopped in front of my room, Keith looked down the way he had come. ⬛️ I can’t hear footsteps or jangling sounds.

Keith: “Since there is no sign of chasing you, I think it was the right decision to bring up the contract.” ⬛️ “Or was the reception secondary?”

MC: “Do you think there were other purposes?”

Keith: “It’s just a prediction. Silvio is a person who will do it thoroughly if decides to do it.” ⬛️ “If you really want to entertain me, I think you can act on the day I’m permitted to stay.”

(True.)

MC: “But in that case, I shouldn’t have said anything that would be misunderstood by Silvio…”

Keith: “Misunderstanding? Oh, you mean you?” ⬛️ ��That was simply waiting for the timing to escape.”

(Were you planning on running away from the beginning?)

N: It seems to be the type that pushes through unexpectedly.

Keith: “At that time, Silvio was looking at me with eyes that saw something strange.”

(I noticed.)

Keith: “But nothing I said was false. It’s all true.”

N: After gently and loosely grasping my fingertips, he released my hand.

(Yeah, we were holding hands the whole time.)

N: I hurriedly opened my mouth as if to deceive the shame that welled up.

MC: “Um thank you for earlier.”

Keith: “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was of some help to you.”

MC: “A little bit helped me a lot.”

(If I had to entertain Silvio, I might have been waiting for the days when I would be given unreasonable demands.) ⬛️ (Ah, but if I don’t do it, Rio might get in trouble.) ⬛️ (I want to avoid that, so I have to consult Sariel later.)

Keith: “Well then, Miss Lil.”

N: Keith looked straight at me as if he had changed his mind.

MC: “Yes, well then–”

Keith: “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

MC: “...mm?”

(From tomorrow, nice to meet you….?)

N: The prince in front of me continued his words, leaving me with question marks scattered in my head.

Keith: “If you lied to Silvio like that and didn’t do anything,” ⬛️ “About the day after tomorrow, ‘I’ll let you entertain me. I think they’ll come kicking down the door saying, ‘I feel honored.’” ⬛️ “I’m going to help you, but I’m sorry for giving you unnecessary work.”

MC: “No, not at all.”

N: Even if it’s a large castle, if you stay in the same place, the lie will be exposed immediately.

(What Keith is saying makes a lot of sense. It can be easily understood and imagined.) ⬛️ (However, it is difficult to easily accept entertainment in the name of a guide.)

N: Even more so if the other party is a prince from another country whose intentions are still unclear.

(I’m thankful to Keith for his help. However, I think I should decline.)

N: I swallow my guilt and open my mouth.

MC: “Like you, Keith, if you don’t lie, Silvio will soon find out.” ⬛️ “But I can’t bother you any more. The role of a guide is–”

N: My words were drowned out by a low and gentle voice.

Keith: “It’s not a big deal.” ⬛️ “For me, it’s also a good opportunity to learn more about Rhodolite.” ⬛️ “Above all, it’s a chance to help you.”

N: One step closes the distance.

(Huh…?)

N: For some reason, my heart began to make an unpleasant noise.

Keith: “For me, I don’t want it to end with a lie.”

(What is it…)

N: Even though he was just looking down on me, my skin started to tingle.

(...It feels weird.)

N: I’ve seen Keith’s smile many times since the tea party. ⬛️ However, there is something different about his smile now. ⬛️ It’s calm, but if you look at it for a long time, it feels so cold that you might freeze.

(Speaking of which, it disappeared before I knew it.)

N: The uneasy color that has been floating in his eyes for so long is nowhere to be found. ⬛️ I don’t know what caused it to disappear. ⬛️ However, if I think that is the reason for my discomfort, I would stare into the depths of Keith’s eyes. ⬛️ Unconsciously, without thinking… There was no deep meaning at all.

Mean Keith: “...” ⬛️ “...Heeeh?”

MC: “!”

N: Keith opened his eyes slightly and then they narrowed. ⬛️ “With an expression of joy, as if he had found something interesting. ⬛️ It was as if my body had been paralyzed, and I couldn’t even move a single finger…

(Ah…!)

N: My waist is pulled strongly.

Keith: “MC, don’t stare so intently.”

MC: “Keith?”

N: The voice seemed to enjoy the situation terribly.

Keith: “I’m a simple man. I’m conscious of whether you’re interested in me.” ⬛️ Do you hate it? If I’m conscious…”

MC: “I don’t like it…”

N: Tap tap… Keith's fingers gently tapped my waist as if to soothe me, and I was pulled back a little.

Keith: “So you don’t like it?”

MC: “No, I don’t like it.”

N: Keith asked me in a whisper even though he should’ve realized that I was confused.

Keith: “You don’t like it…? I want you to listen to the end.”

N: Tap tap… Again, I was gently tapped by his fingertips and pulled a little closer. ⬛️ The distance that is slowly closed pushes my heart into a corner.

(No, if you get any closer…)

N: A silent sigh touched my ear.

Keith: “Here, tell me.”

MC: “!”

N: At that moment, the tolerance of shame overflowed. ⬛️ While making a loud noise, I stick my back to the door behind me and open the distance from keith.

MC: “Well, the story about the guide earlier.”

Keith: “What happened to the guide role?”

MC: “I have a feeling that I would like to take over. But I can’t decide on my own.”

Keith: “Yes, that’s too bad…”

N: While lowering the tail of the eyebrow, he takes another step and gets closer.

(His words and actions are the exact opposite…!)

N: I hurriedly spun words to stop Keith who was trying to get one step closer.

MC: “Still! So is it okay for me to reply at a later date?”

Keith: “Oh, so that’s it. Of course.” ⬛️ “I was afraid that I would be rejected so quickly so I got impatient.” ⬛️ “Sorry, I showed you my ugly side.”

MC: “It’s not ugly… Not at all.”

(Rather, I feel like he showed me.)

N: I wanted to ask where the sense of incongruity from earlier went, ⬛️ Keith in front of me had a calm expression.

(Wh-what was that, just now.)

N: It’s a transformation that you might have seen in a dream. ⬛️ But my thumping and hurried heart tells me it’s real.

Keith: “I am eagerly awaiting your reply, MC?”

MC: “...Yes.”

N: Keith leaves, and the thread of tension loosens. ⬛️ Back against the door, I slipped down to my feet.

(I got into trouble.)

N: The king must be selected without the princes of the other countries finding out that I’m Belle. ⬛️ At that time, entertainment in the name of Keith’s exclusive Rhodolite guide role surfaced. ⬛️ I will talk to Sariel, but I’m sure there is only one choice.

(The host has changed from Silvio to Keith.) ⬛️ (Maybe he made it so.) ⬛️ (No, maybe he really helped me out of goodwill, let’s stop doubting him.

N: There is always a little anxiety when dealing with people from other countries. ⬛️ However, this time there is nothing BUT anxiety.

(Since Jade is a neutral country, there is not much information coming into Rhodolite.) ⬛️ (Because I don’t know the details of what kind of country it is, it’s also an opportunity to broaden my knowledge.) ⬛️ (Besides, why did Keith come to Rhodolite? Maybe I can understand why.) ⬛️ (...Let’s think positively.)

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(That woman, I wonder how much she will make me happy?)

—Hey, it’s not possible.

Keith: “.......!”

N: As if jumping out of a nightmare, Keight lifted his upper body. ⬛️ Raising his shoulders up and down, he ignored the hair clinging to his forehead and timidly looked around.

Keith: “...” ⬛️ “......Ah.”

N: He covers his face with his hands to escape from reality and falls back on the bed. ⬛️ What he heard was a terribly unreliable voice that seemed to blow away.

Keith: “Wait a minute, what day is it today…” ⬛️ “How long have I been ‘changed’?”

Synopsis of Episode 2:

When I was talking to everyone in the domestic politics group, I suddenly heard a rumor from Jin. And when I saw Keith in an unexpected place, I couldn’t take my eyes off his lively figure… “Your face is bright red, are you okay?”

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Prince (JP)

You know what happens when you mess with my stuff, right? (Gilbert von Obsidian) Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

Being isolated because of the enemy prince didn't stop me from making a new friend.

Gilbert: "You're opening up."

Emma: ".............."

Gilbert: "Even though I'm your friend."

Emma: ".............."

I was reading a book in the library when I felt someone next to me.

I tried my best to read and not be conscious of him, but when he leaned in close, I couldn't help but tense up.

Before I knew it, the distance between us got too close.

Gilbert: "Maybe I should just kill her."

Emma: "Don't do that!"

When I looked up upon hearing his disturbing words, I saw a familiar, cheery smile already beaming on his face.

Gilbert: "Then, pay more attention to me."

(Why is he always like this?)

I already knew what he was talking about as he appeared out of nowhere.

Because of my position as Belle, I had to disguise myself as a daughter of some noble, and I would occasionally attend social gatherings. There, I met and got along with a countess close to my age because of our mutual love of books.

(I know I'm being watched by the prince of Obsidian, but still, she was the first person, apart from him, who approached me.)

I consider her my friend, at least more than the self-proclaimed friend, Gilbert.

Gilbert: "Did you also borrow that book from the Lady?"

He peeked at my hand, looking uninterested.

Emma: "Yep. I'm reading this because she recommended it and said it's interesting."

Gilbert: "Hmm."

Gilbert's voice was devoid of emotion.

(Why does he look like he's in a bad mood?)

(I guess it's not an interesting story for him.)

Gilbert: "I hear you're going to a tea party tomorrow thrown by your new friend."

Emma: "How did you know that?"

Gilbert: "My eyes are everywhere, y'know?"

(Suddenly saying scary things...)

Gilbert: "And you're reading that book, so you can talk about it at the tea party?"

Gilbert: "From now on, your mind will always be full of that friend of yours."

Gilbert: "Who's more important, her or me?"

Emma: "You're both important."

Gilbert: "It's me, right?"

Emma: "............."

Gilbert: "Sad."

He started crying blatantly, and I wasn't sure how to respond.

(To cut a long story short, he doesn't want me to have a new friend.)

Emma: "Am I not allowed?"

Gilbert: "You've got a lot of guts these days, huh?"

He quickly stopped the act and smiled amusingly.

Gilbert: "I won't stop you, but don't get your hopes up either."

Gilbert: "Your aristocratic 'friend' is not what you think she is."

I thought he was sulking, but the words he next said sounded sincere.

Gilbert: "My definition of 'friend' and your definition is different, just as with your lady friend."

Gilbert: "You don't know it yet, so I'm worried about you."

Emma: "You can't be friends with someone if you question everything."

Emma: "I think trust is the first step in being a friend."

(At least, unlike him, I'm not a malicious friend.)

Gilbert: "Fufu, that’s true."

Gilbert: "But by that logic, you believe me as your friend, too, yes?"

Emma: "Hey, look! The weather is nice today."

Gilbert: "Ahaha! You've got some nerve."

(Because of his position, I don't think I should trust him, but...)

Gilbert pinched my cheek as I looked away from the window.

It hurt slightly.

Gilbert: "It's hard to trust her when you can't even trust me."

Gilbert: "I don't want you to get hurt, so as your friend, I want to protect you."

Emma: "Thanks. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated."

Gilbert: "My good intentions are either received or made to be received."

Emma: "................"

I looked at him again and saw that he was gazing at me.

Gilbert: "Right, I've got an idea."

(Seriously, this guy is always一)

I stood up from my seat to escape his blood-colored eye looming in front of me.

Emma: "Nope, not listening."

Gilbert: "Boring."

Emma: "!?"

He suddenly grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back into the chair, his cold breath touching my ear.

Gilbert: "You have no right to refuse. I decided to put my skin on the line for you."

(Whenever he does this, something bad happens. And even though he warned me, I need to be on guard.)

The next day, I planned to visit the countess' mansion with Rio.

Since I took Sariel's lesson in the morning, I decided to meet up with him in the afternoon, but when I arrived at the meeting place, I was utterly surprised.

Gilbert: "You're finally here."

Emma: "Have you seen my butler?"

Gilbert: "He's right here."

Emma: "Where?"

Gilbert: "I told you, here."

I almost fainted as he leaned against the pillar and pointed at himself.

(I knew he was up to something!)

Emma: "What happened to Rio!?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha! I wonder what happened to him."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Don't worry, I didn't do anything terrible."

Gilbert: "I'm just filling in for him since he's busy with other duties."

(I'm sure he wouldn't lie, so I think it's true that Rio is safe.)

(He's probably stuck doing something somewhere.)

Emma: "I can't ask a guest to be my butler."

Gilbert: "It's what I want, okay?"

Gilbert: "Come on, my lady. If you don't hurry, we won't make it in time."

Emma: ".............."

Gilbert: "Do you want me to threaten you first?"

(I guess I have to take his hand.)

Emma: "I'm sorry, Lady Louise."

Louise: "No, please don't apologize. I was just surprised."

(I can't blame her for being surprised to see the prince of Obsidian here.)

As soon as we arrived at the mansion, I confessed everything that had happened so far to Lady Louise.

Even though he was a substitute for my butler, I couldn't possibly let the prince of a powerful kingdom act like that.

Eventually, Gilbert sat down next to me with a nonchalant look on his face.

Gilbert: "Don't worry about me. I won't interrupt your girl talk."

Gilbert: "The only reason I'm here is to show you how close the little rabbit and me are."

(It's the first I'm hearing this.)

Louise: "Lady Emma, so the rumors around the prince一"

Emma: "No, I'm not!"

Gilbert: "You don't even know what the rumors are."

Emma: "They’re probably not good."

(The rumors circulating are probably just dating rumors.)

Louise: "I didn't pay much attention to the rumors either, but what's your actual relationship?"

Emma: "Let's see... Victim and perpetrator."

Gilbert: "Friend."

Emma: "............."

Gilbert: "We're VERY good friends. Right?"

❣ Next Part

[queen-dahlia]

Still can't get over it with "baking a cake that might start a war" 😂😂😂

Gilbert von Obsidian First Birthday Summary

If anyone gets the idea that I know what I'm doing, then we have both made a giant mistake. I do not guarantee anything, much less accuracy.

Everyone wants to avoid villains, but with the way Emma’s life has been going, she has no choice but to interact with at least one. Even though Obsidian is the ultimate evil in the eyes of Rhodolite, to not be rude, Emma is looking for more information about the country. Since most of the sources available are biased, she is looking in the Royal Library, hoping for a more neutral source.

The book Emma wants is just out of reach. Right as she decides to give up and find a step stool, someone reaches over her to pull down the book. The new person asks if this is what she was trying to get.

His voice is sweet and friendly, and he hasn’t done anything, but even so, stabs of fear paralyze Emma’s spine as she recognizes the voice. Shaking herself mentally, she turns to face Gilbert.

With a gentle expression, Gilbert flips through the book. It’s a copy of a journal by an Obsidian woman who married a man from Rhodolite and immigrated to the country.

Gilbert tells Emma that the journal is too old to give her a useful idea of the current Obsidian. But, hey, she is in luck. Right here before her is a genuine Obsidian prince who can satisfy her curiosity. Of course, just up to what the average Obsidian citizen would know, rather than an official discussion, this is just talking between friends.

Emma asks if Gilbert’s certain that this would be okay, all the while wondering what his goal is. If he was anything other than Gilbert, First Prince of Obsidian, Worldwide Calamity, she would have accepted this as a genuine overture of a goodwill exchange. Emma decides that she cannot accept this overture, and thanks Gilbert for his kind(?) offer, but she’ll be happy with the book. She doesn’t want to waste his time with irrelevant questions.

Gilbert smiles and asks if he did or said something that would give Emma the impression she has a choice in the matter. Of course, it would be interesting if she continued to spit in the face of his goodwill offer. He wonders what will happen to the country if she continues to refuse him. Emma gets the hint, Rhodolite depends on her having a pleasant (to Gilbert) interaction with him. It would be a lie to say she isn’t curious about Gilbert, but the truth is that she doesn’t know how to interact with him. Emma apologizes again and asks if Gilbert doesn’t mind if she takes up some of his time to talk about Obsidian, giving in to him.

Still smiling, Gilbert readily agrees to have a nice chat with her. Of course, he doesn’t just have random chats with people without getting anything in return. He wants an equivalent exchange. Emma is nonplussed at this sudden change. First, she is given no option but to have a chat with Gilbert, and now she has to give him something in exchange?! She bluntly asks him what he wants.

Actually, today is Gilbert’s birthday. He wants a traditional Rhodolite birthday cake, handmade specifically by Emma herself. The kind with the rose decorations. Gilbert assures Emma that he doesn’t care if it’s ugly or tasteless. Then again, if it disappoints him, he might just decide to invade the country after all. Emma asks if the Royal Chef is the person who should be making Gilbert’s birthday cake instead. Gilbert asks how he’s supposed to show off to the other princes without Emma’s cake,

Which is how Emma finds herself in the Royal Kitchen, baking a cake that might start a war.

Gilbert asks Emma why she seems so tense. Just as she’s about to reply, Gilbert reminds her that he doesn’t tolerate lies, and Emma wouldn’t want to upset him.

Changing what she was going to say, Emma instead asks Gilbert if he’s bored just sitting in the kitchen watching her bake. She had thought he would be doing something (anything) else while she baked his cake. Gilbert smiles at her and says that it’s his choice whether or not something is boring. He’s happy right where he is. Then again, he is getting pretty hungry, so Emma should work as quickly as she can.

If Emma takes Gilbert’s words at face value, he’s looking forward to the cake. Honestly, she doubts he’s lying, so her impression might be true.

Gilbert has his hands on the counter and is looking at Emma like an eager child. He asks what she wants to know about Obsidian. At Emma’s confused look, he reminds her that they agreed on having an equivalent exchange.

Emma thinks for a moment, then asks Gilbert about Obsidian deserts. She knows next to nothing about Obsidian, but she’s very curious about that. Gilbert looks at her in surprise, before he bursts out laughing. He laughs hard enough for tears to form in his eye. He asks if Emma is okay with that kind of question.

Calming down, Gilbert explains that there are multiple ethnicities in Obsidian, each with its own form of dessert. It’s hard to say what belongs to one particular group and what is a genuine historical Obsidian delicacy. Emma thinks this means that Obsidian desserts are different from Rhodolite’s, and Gilbert agrees. In his opinion, Rhodolite’s desserts are far more elaborate and intricate in comparison. However, he’s not particularly interested in sweets, so there might be some that are similar to Rhodolite.

Emma asks if that means that Gilbert doesn’t mingle with the commoners of Obsidian that often. Gilbert reminds her that he’s a member of the imperial family, and it’s not in their interests to mingle with non-royals. However, Gilbert’s duties do include conducting inspections.

Emma is familiar with the Rhodolite Princes having domestic and foreign factions, and there is a similar setup in Obsidian. Currently, the emperor is focused on foreign politics, which means he ignores domestic politics. By default, since there is no one else who will do it, Gilbert is responsible for the domestic responsibilities of the royal family.

Emma admits that with Gilbert first attending the goodwill party, then staying in Rhodolite, she thought Gilbert would be more on the foreign faction of politics. Gilbert admits that he personally prefers conquering other countries instead of handling domestic affairs.

However, like Rhodolite, Obsidian does have some ‘beautiful things. Things that Gilbert wants to protect, so he engages in domestic affairs.

Emma is still trying to figure out Gilbert, and while she is far away from understanding him, she can understand this sentiment. The Rhodolite princes all feel that way about protecting their country, and Emma thinks the feeling might be mutual between all the princes regardless of nation. She doesn’t think that Gilbert would respond well to her mentioning this, so Emma keeps this thought to herself.

Gilbert points out that Emma is getting a little wild while whipping the cream. Emma realizes that she was distracted enough by their conversation that she started getting bits of whipped cream everywhere, including on her hand. Emma blanches, reminding herself that this is the cake that might decide the fate of her nation, and here she is making a mess in front of the prince who could and would start a war.

Before she can wash her hands off, Gilbert grabs her hand, and with a lukewarm tongue, licks off the cream. With a completely nonchalant expression, Gilbert tells Emma that he would like the cream to be a bit sweeter. Emma flails without answering, and deliberately, Gilbert asks if she heard him. Emma recovers and agrees to add more sugar.

She thinks that the tongue had felt unexpectedly human-like, and maybe behind everything, Gilbert was someone she might be able to understand. That said, Gilbert’s low body temperature had been entirely unexpected.

The finished cake is a fluffy sponge cake covered with snow-white cream, topped with decorated fruit, and a red rose in the center. It’s common enough in most homes in Rhodolite. Unlike other cakes, this is the first one that has Emma on edge, waiting anxiously for the verdict on the taste. She presents it with a minimal flourish in the gardens to a seated Gilbert.

With the elegance of a prince, Gilbert cuts himself a slice, brings a forkful to his mouth, and starts chewing it. There is a long silence as Emma waits for his verdict. When she can bear it no longer, Emma finally asks Gilbert if he likes it.

Gilbert considers the question for a little bit. Then he explains that rather than making him want to destroy Rhodolite, he now wants to conquer it. Emma is confused by this answer but decides it means that he likes the cake. At least, he’s shoveling it in his mouth fast enough for Emma to think that he’s enjoying it. She can finally begin to relax a little.

Gilbert abruptly asks her for the next part. Emma is confused and realizes that the cake, which was large enough to feed at least three people, is now gone. And Gilbert is looking at her expectantly. Gilbert tilts his head cutely and tells her that birthdays are about giving the celebrated person cake and gifts. So, where are his gifts?

Involuntarily, Emma looks around the garden, wondering what she can give him. Gilbert laughs and tells her that he has no interest in the plants. Emma asks Gilbert what he would like, and he responds by asking for Chevalier’s head on a platter. If that’s not possible, the Rhodolite throne.

Yeah, that’s not going to happen.

Gilbert shrugs, Emma asked him what he wanted, and he answered honestly. Really, she only has herself to blame. Emma feels all the tension she had let go of after Gilbert’s favorable (?) review of the cake return.

Gilbert reminds Emma that he is a member of the Royal Family of Obsidian, even if she cannot give him what he wants, she must give him something that would satisfy him. Technically, as a diplomatic guest of Rhodolite, and a member of a visiting royal family, the state of Rhodolite would be expected to throw a birthday party for him. Instead, no one has even given him a cursory congratulations. Which means keeping him entertained and happy all falls on Emma. Emma wonders why no one has acknowledged Gilbert’s birthday, and he laughs and wonders why himself.

Emma thinks about how among all the international visitors they have, there must be some extra special precautions around Obsidian’s delegation. She wonders why none of the Rhodolite Princes, who are far more versed in international diplomacy than she is, have not given Gilbert their well-wishes. Could it be that no one has realized that it’s Gilbert’s birthday? Or is it something else? Emma realizes that this whole situation is very suspicious, but she doesn’t understand enough to know what exactly is going on. But that is all beside the point, she’s now responsible for giving Gilbert a ‘present’.

Emma thinks back to her and Gilbert’s conversation while she was baking his cake, and how he talked about ‘beautiful things’ in Obsidian. She has an idea.

***

Gilbert asks her if this is her idea of a birthday present. Emma assures him it is and isn’t it a beautiful view?

While everyone agrees that the rose garden where everything is in bloom is the best, this view just outside the castle is just as beautiful. The pond reflects the winter sky like a treasure chest of jewels sitting just on the surface. The snow is pristine as if it had just fallen moments ago, with no evidence of anyone present beyond them.

Gilbert laughs and tells Emma that in the end, she is very simple. He steps forward into the scene, leaving footprints in the previously undisturbed snow. He tells Emma that she has indeed given him a wonderful birthday present, just not the one she thought she did. He knelt down in front of the pond to drag his fingers through the water, destroying the reflection.

Gilbert explains that Emma has spent most of the day with him, celebrating. He doubts she even noticed all the people watching them. Standing up, he turns to look at Emma again, a bright and sweet smile on his face.

Emma must have wondered why no one would celebrate Gilbert’s birthday, even though he’s a visiting dignitary. The answer is simple, celebrating him would be considered accepting and welcoming him to the country. By giving him a cake and a present, Emma has just accepted a hostile nation’s presence on behalf of Rhodolite. Gilbert couldn’t ask for a better birthday present from her.

Emma insists that wasn’t what she was intending to do. Gilbert agrees, but her intentions no longer matter. What matters is what everyone else thinks she was trying to do. He wonders what they would think of a young member of the aristocracy celebrating the enemy’s birthday.

Emma realizes that this was Gilbert’s goal from the beginning.

With a gentle and soft voice, Gilbert muses that Emma is going to be the new court pariah. But he tells her not to worry, he hasn’t forgotten that she made him a cake, wished him a happy birthday, and gave him a gift. He’ll still be her friend. With the way Gilbert lays out everything, Emma really can believe that Gilbert is her only hope, leaving her dependent on his charity. The only way she is able to keep her head is that she was forewarned that Gilbert is a master at controlling people’s hearts.

Taking a deep breath, Emma looks into the red eye that makes her want to capitulate to Gilbert. If she were to fall into his hands now, Emma doubts she would ever be able to find her way free.

If Emma has made everyone misunderstand her intentions, then of course she will apologize. She had not spent the day celebrating the First Prince of Obsidian, instead, she had celebrated Lord Gilbert the human.

Even if he’s from an enemy country, even if there’s a difference between their respective positions, Emma doesn’t think it’s right to deny that he exists. Emma does not regret celebrating Gilbert’s birthday with him, as she was able to learn a little more about him. Even if she was in a position where she could choose not to make compromises, she still thinks that it’s worth it to make an effort to understand each other and make reasonable concessions on both sides in the interest of peace.

Knowing Gilbert hated lies, Emma bared her honest feelings to him. And for a long pregnant moment, she could sense an unbearably cold aura emanate from Gilbert. The air between them sharpened as if it was a blade waiting for the slaughter, and Emma couldn’t swallow anymore.

Gilbert warns her that if she is serious about what she just said then she is going to be defeated. His gentle, sweet smile remained, but the atmosphere between them was unbearably oppressive, and Emma slowly begins to back away. Looking into his eye, Emma was certain that her own bloody and dead body reflected back to her.

She needs to leave. Now.

Emma gets as far as turning around to run away before Gilbert catches her. His hand is at her throat, lightly against her pulse point. He laughs and tells her not to run away from him, and Emma can only gasp in terror. She could hardly breathe, and it felt like she was drowning in something unseen.

Gilbert apologizes, he didn’t intend to unleash his murderous intent on her.

In Emma’s normally lived life, she had never encountered this feeling. But Gilbert said it as if it was natural to feel murderous towards the person who had just been your companion for the day as if it was as normal to want to kill people as it was to breathe.

There aren’t many people who can look Gilbert in his eye and say something so direct as Emma had just moments ago. Does she know why? Emma guesses that their lives would be in danger, and Gilbert readily agrees. Of course, not to get him wrong, he enjoys it when people are honest and say what they are thinking. It’s way better than being mindlessly obedient, and Emma chose correctly.

Even though Gilbert was praising her answer while laughing, his hand didn’t move from its threatening position at his throat, and Emma reaches up with both hands to tug it away. She can’t move it away no matter how hard she pulls.

If Gilbert liked Emma’s answer, why is he acting so threatening? Gilbert explains that he finds moralistic peaceful people like her repulsive. He loves beautiful things, but at the same time, those are also the things he hates the most.

Emma doesn’t understand Gilbert. The Gilbert whom she spent the majority of the day with is the same Gilbert who is threatening to kill her while smiling gently, and the two different images have little overlap.

Gilbert apologizes for frightening Emma. He laughs and explains that Emma is just so easy to trample over. Just like the snow of this place, the more beautiful a person is, the easier it is to dirty them. He’s looking forward to her becoming a lifeless, obedient puppet.

Gilbert strokes his hand down Emma’s neck, and she can feel his breath against the back of her ear. While there is a terrifying beast behind her, his breath is all human. Gilbert whispers that he’s been wanting to get ahold of Emma for a long time now. He thanks her for celebrating his birthday with him.

Finally, Gilbert removes his hand and lets Emma go. She breathes in deeply for the first time in forever. She had thought that she had gotten a little closer to Gilbert, but all she learned was that he was truly someone who should not be approached. That bad feeling in the back of her head when Gilbert first approached her is now firmly held in her heart.

There is no human warmth from Gilbert, he unleashes a murderous intent with the ease of breathing, and he had just threatened her life. Still, for some reason, Emma doesn’t hate him.

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Chevalier election story's translation: A king's wish

Hello everyone! I hope you'll all love this story as much as I did.

Chevalier is the king of the country of art and roses.

He is a wise king who listens to the voices of the people and fulfills their wishes by making quick decisions and implementing them immediately.

Even I, his lover, has been granted so many wishes so far.

However, Chevalier never asks for anything and rarely expresses his wishes.

And the content of the wishes he expressed from time to time were all too selfless.

(And for me, that’s unacceptable….)

Chevalier: In short, you can’t stand it, can you?

Chevalier: You think it is unfair for me to keep granting the people's wishes, without ever granting mine.

Chevalier: But you should already know that my wish has already been fulfilled.

Chevalier: Yet you still kept worrying your pretty brain about it. You really are a fool.

MC: ……Were my thoughts written all over my face again?

It was during the brief moment I got to spend with Chevalier every day after his duties.

Inside his personal library, I was sitting on his lap while reading a book.

And without any warning he completely read my mind again.

Chevalier: You are just that easy to read.

Chevalier: You can’t hide anything from me anyways so just save us some time and say what’s on your mind.

(He might actually be right….)

I closed my book and looked up toward Chevalier.

MC: As you said I know I might be overthinking this.

MC: And I know that your ultimate wish is for me to always stay by your side.

Chevalier: ………

MC: But…..it’s just that me being by your side is a natural thing at this point.

Chevalier: Ah I see. So what you mean by a wish is something that isn’t part of my everyday life?

Chevalier: So for you it seems like I am only unilaterally making other people’s wishes true without actually ever getting in return and that upsets you.

MC: Yes…..

(I have been wondering how I can repay Chevalier for all his hard work and kindness.)

Even if he feels like this is me overthinking it, I just want to do something for him.

Because I love him.

(But…..Is it foolish of me to think that way?)

I know very well that there is nothing more Chevalier wants than to spend time with me.

I furrowed my eyebrow and his long fingers flickered my forehead.

Chevalier: Since you insist on making my wishes come true, can I ask for one thing?

MC: Oh? Really?

Seeing my excitement, his perfect lips rose into a smile.

Chevalier: Tomorrow, go to the city.

MC: The city….? Is there a new book you want me to buy for you?

Chevalier:  No. Just spend a normal day in the city. There is no need for you to do anything special.

MC: What?

Chevalier: You said you would grant me any wish, right?

MC: Is that all you want? For me to spend time in the city?

Chevalier: Yes. If you can’t even grant me that wish then there is no need for us to discuss this topic anymore.

MC: I got it. If that is what you really want.

(I have no idea what it is but I'm sure you have something in mind.)

(But i don’t feel like this is his real wish…)

I lay my head down on his chest and he awkwardly touched my cheek with his hand.

Chevalier: I do have one more wish. Even if you are a simpleton you can guess what it is, right?

(When he touches me this way I know for sure what he wants.)

I put my hand on his cheek and gave him a light peck on his lips.

I tried to pull back but he grabbed the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

Those beasty hungry kisses that make my knees go weak are already part of my daily life.

Being loved that way everyday was natural to me and that daily life we built together was so precious.

Chevalier: This alone is enough for me.

MC: That’s because you are not greedy enough.

Chevalier: You only say that because you haven't noticed.

Chevalier: Compared to before, now that I am human I feel much more greedy.

(Even the money Chevalier spends on himself is so little, I feel like it’s okay for him to be more greedy.)

(Or maybe it’s only because I didn't realize how greedy he can actually be.)

The next day, I went to the city just as Chevalier had asked.

I saw Jin walking surrounded by voluptuous women.

Clavis going around pranking people.

Licht and Yves who were patrolling the city.

Leon passed by quickly by carriage.

And sariel who seemed to be in a good mood as he bought a new pair of glasses.

I was able to meet a lot of acquaintances. It was a very enjoyable and lovely stroll.

When the sun was setting I came back to the castle and walked the magnificent corridors toward the throne room.

I actually visited his room first only to find a beautifully written letter telling me to go to the throne room.

And since the Chevalier sitting on the throne was not my chevalier but Chevalier the king of Rhodolite, I was feeling kind of nervous.

I stood before the huge door guarded by two knights and took a deep breath.

The knights opened the door for me and I walked toward the throne.

Inside the huge room, there was no one but Chevalier who sat on the throne, his chin resting on his hand.

(It seems he is already done with today’s work)

I heard the door closing behind me as I walked on the crimson carpet toward Chevalier.

I was so nervous I unconsciously kneeled before the king and he let out a stunned sigh.

Chevalier: I asked you to come to the throne room because it was more efficient. There is no need for you to kneel down.

Chevalier: More importantly, report to me everything you saw and felt today during your trip to the city. Including the smallest details.

MC: Okay. But most of it are just meaningless stories.

Chevalier: That is for me to decide.

(Well if that’s the case then….)

I stood at the foot of the stairs in front of the throne and started telling him about my day in the city.

Chevalier listened quietly.

But the more I talked the more I felt that my stories were quite banal and that made me feel uneasy.

(Maybe what he really wanted from me was to inspect the city in his stead…)

(Or maybe he meant for me to find him something interesting.)

(So I wonder if my mediocre stories will satisfy him….)

Chevalier: There is no need for you to overthink.

MC: Oh, I’m sorry.

(I got caught again…)

Chevalier let out a sigh and beckoned me to come closer.

(....?)

I climbed the stairs and as soon as I got within arm reach he pulled me toward him.

MC: King Chevalier!!

I was sitting on his lap, facing him and my heart leapt to my throat.

This was not appropriate for the sacred place that is the throne room.

Chevalier: Do you have a problem?

MC: This is the throne!

Chevalier: And why is that a problem? By the end of the day it’s just a chair.

(Only Chevalier would dare to call the throne where hundreds of Kings sat, a mere chair.)

He put his big hand on my cheek , not allowing anything else to distract my attention from him.

My eyes met his and everything else in the world disappeared.

(We are so close there is no way I can think of anything else but him…..)

Chevalier: Continue…..but I am tired of hearing about my stupid brother.

TN: He means Clavis.

MC: Ah, then I shall tell you about Licht and Yves! Actually….

I kept speaking and I could see in Chevalier’s eyes that he was not bored at all.

(The stories I’m telling him are so banal yet he’s listening to me so seriously…)

MC: And that’s about all. How was it?

Chevalier gave me a satisfied smile.

Chevalier: I am satisfied. It was a very valuable and precious story.

MC: Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

(He never gives compliments if he does not mean them so it must be true that he enjoyed my storytelling.)

I’m happy he liked it but I still don't understand how this can be what he wishes for…..

Chevalier stroked my cheek gently as if he could see all of my inner thoughts.

Chevalier: This is not so complicated.

Chevalier: The stories that you might find without value are valuable to me.

Chevalier: I think you’ll understand if you think about it this way.

Chevalier: What you see as ordinary and normal daily life is not normal for me.

MC: What?

Chevalier: It would be extraordinary and almost impossible for me to go out and walk around the city as easily as you did.

TN: Awww i think he knows he’ll frighten everyone with his cold face alone and would not be able to appreciate what the city is truly like.

(That’s true…..none of the stories I told him were ordinary for Chevalier.)

(Chevalier’s daily life spent sitting on the throne and ruling as a king seems extraordinary to me.)

(So for him, my daily life must seem extraordinary too.)

Chevalier: It’s not much different from novels and books. The literature that revolves around a character's daily life and the story about your daily life that you just told me are of equal value.

Chevalier: No…actually, the story that revolves around you is much more interesting to me than the fictional one.

Chevalier: Since I’m very interested in seeing the world from your point of view.

(Now that I think of it…..Chevalier always loved listening to me talk about my days.)

(No matter how ordinary the stories were, he never dismissed me or looked bored.)

I didn’t really notice it because that was also integrated into my daily life.

MC: So your real wish was “Tell me your story.”, right?

Chevalier: Took you long enough to understand, you simpleton.

(Really…..what should i do with this man…)

My heart feels so full of love and happiness.

(It seems like his wish was already part of his everyday life.)

The more I understand the true nature of his wish the happier I get.

(Ah, but i wonder if Chevalier has already foreseen that)

Since every time I am happy, Chevalier’s smile is so warm and humanlike.

There is really no limit to the love we feel for each other.

MC: Chevalier.

Words are not enough to express my feelings so I drop a kiss on his cheek.

Chevalier answered my feelings by giving me a kiss back.

After a while of devouring each other’s lips, Chevalier let out a mean laugh.

Chevalier: Weren’t you worried about us being inappropriate in the throne room?

MC: Ah! That’s right!

(This is not something we should be doing in the throne room.)

I suddenly feel the disapproving gazes of all the previous kings coming from the portraits displayed on the walls.

I jumped out of Chevalier’s lap but he got up and quickly threw me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

MC: Hey!

Chevalier: Ah….I forgot.

He easily moved my body from his shoulders and carried me in his arms instead.

(I wanted you to put me down, not princess carry me!!)

But I felt how much he cherished me even in that small gesture, so I just swallowed my pride and embarrassment as we passed by the knights guarding the door and let him carry me.

He carried me to his room and dropped me on the bed.

We started expressing our love with our bodies like we always did.

And soon the sky was dark and my body was filled with pleasure.

MC: Ah! Chevalier!

Chevalier: What is it?

His body was on top of mine and he dropped a kiss on my forehead.

Our eyes locked.

All I can see in his beautiful eyes is love.

MC: Will you listen to my stories again?

MC: A lot of stories that only I can tell you about.

(If that makes him happy then I shall tell him a lot of stories.)

Chevalier: Simpleton.

He brushed the hair sticking to my forehead and let out a laugh.

Chevalier: I believe in equivalent exchange. If you want to please me, tell me a story.

Chevalier:.....But there are many other things i want from you. You understand what I mean, right?

MC: I do.

MC: I want to be able to grant all of your wishes.

(Because I want you to always be happy.)

I put my arms around his neck and pulled his body on mine.

I closed my eyes as I felt my body slowly melting into his.

The drained MC fell asleep.

The king, who was once known as the cruel beast, smiled softly as he gently stroked her body that was littered with love bites.

Chevalier: I bet you have no idea. You have much more to offer me than I can even dream of offering you.

Chevalier: You thinking that I am only granting your wishes unilaterally is pure nonsense.

Chevalier: No matter how much I grant your wishes, I can never repay you for what you gave me.

Chevalier: In the first place, there is nothing more valuable to me than “this”

Wondering what kind of dream she is having, he drops a kiss on her face and smiles happily.

The king does not express his love on a daily basis, but when MC sleeps he always tells her everything that he feels for her.

MC never noticed and it will remain his little secret.

Chevalier: There is no end to how much I desire you.

Chevalier: You call me selfless but to me, who was once a beast, just you being by my side is luxury.

He hugged her tightly as he kept dropping words into her ear.

With a gentle smile, without even a shadow of a cruel beast he whispered.

Chevalier: Stay by my side, forever.

THE END

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