#kagari amagase

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KAGARI IS HERE. IM ALIVE

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IkePri Suitors!

I shaded these quite quickly o.o I just wanted to get this out of my system xDD

But here we are ^^ I tried to color pick the skin colors from the sprites, and well there aren't much diversity here.

[memoria-99]

Doki Doki Ikemen Prince

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[cheshireliam]

Kagari Amagase 1st Birthday Campaign: Story

His POV Story

"I Want The Princess"

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I stood on the battlefield, washed off the blood and headed to my secondary residence.  

…

The instant I stepped inside, I collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

Like always, I felt lightheaded and couldn’t think straight.

However, the book laying on my desk caught my eye.

The cover of the book was decorated with a rose motif, a flower rare in Kogyoku. 

I crawled closer to the book and reached for it.

When I opened the cover, a piece of paper with text written in the Princess’ penmanship fell out and landed on my face.  

Those were various detailed annotations about the book’s contents. 

A pure desire to enjoy the book came right to me.

(My birthday…)

(It was my first time.)

…

Nobleman: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari. I wish you a joyful and prosperous year ahead.

Kagari: Oh. 

This year too, there was a snaking line of people outside the castle for my birthday. 

I received countless birthday greetings, but I didn't know the appropriate response to them. 

(Everything is different from when I was still part of the royal family. There are so many things I don’t understand.)

Back in the day, my birthdays were simple, ending with a congratulatory speech from the King. 

My older brother had countless people celebrating his birthday and even had a banquet held for him, but that wasn't the case for me — his younger brother. 

No one ever doubted it because the difference between me and my older brother, who possessed remarkable capabilities that made everyone around have high expectations for him, was like night and day.

(But… thinking about it now, I wish I’d at least gotten one dorayaki.)

(... Hm?)

At the very end of the line — a familiar figure was standing under a cherry blossom tree in the distance. 

My body moved on its own before I even realised it. 

Kagari: You’re wide open, Princess. 

The Princess reacted exaggeratingly in surprise. I put a hand over her mouth and dragged her into the shade.

Emma: Mmph…! 

I pinned her struggling body against a tree trunk before closing the distance between us to avoid drawing the attention of the people nearby.

(She’s still as weak as ever, like she could die any moment.) 

Kagari: Do you promise to behave?

I took my hand off her mouth and she nodded.

Emma: … What are you doing here, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: I saw you.

Emma: So you came to see me?

Kagari: You called me here.

(Maybe.)

Her fidgeting near the line must mean she wants to see me, right? 

Kagari: If you were planning to join the line, don’t bother.

Kagari: It won’t end until nightfall.

Emma: That long…?

Kagari: There’s a banquet tonight. That’ll go on till dawn. 

Kagari: So, why are you here?

The Princess’ eyes darted around awkwardly.

It was suspicious behaviour, she looked very uneasy, as though she was hiding something she wanted to say.

Emma: … Um… there were so many people gathered, and I got curious…

She hid the bag she was holding behind her back.

Given today’s occasion and the Princess’ personality, the answer is obvious.

(She’s hesitant to celebrate my birthday.) 

(Is this really something to agonise about?)

(... I don’t really get it, but this is fine.)

(It doesn't matter whether I receive birthday greetings or not…)

(But spending my birthday with her might actually be more enjoyable.)

(I’ll take her along for the customary inspection.)

…

Dressed as one of the Yasha’s subordinates, the Princess pointed an imitation sword at the assassins. 

I couldn’t help but be secretly impressed as I watched from atop a roof.

(She’s gotten more used to things compared to when she first arrived in Kogyoku.)

(Even though it’s only an imitation sword, she’s learnt how to point one at others.) 

(With that amount of guts, she’ll have no problem surviving in Kogyoku. Full marks for her.) 

(Also… the clothes my subordinates wear really suit her.)

I stared absentmindedly at her exposed nape, where her hair was tied up in a single knot.)

(I remember Matias saying something about this before.)

(“The nape, usually hidden by her hair, is the most valuable”.)

At that time, I thought he was purely spouting weird nonsense, but I understand now. 

(It’s so slender, I feel like biting it— wait, what? Why do I want to bite it?

(No idea. I’ll ask Matias next time.)

(If this is something that requires some brains, I’ll ask Azel.) 

While I was lost in thought, the assassin placed their hands on the hilt of their swords. 

Before they could unsheath their swords ever so slightly, I jumped down and swung my sheathed sword. 

The impact was solid, and all the assassins’ eyes rolled back as they fell unconscious. 

Had I drawn my sword, their heads would have flown off their shoulders. 

(Weak.)

Kagari: That was easy. I hoped they’d at least be good enough for me to draw my sword.

As I turned around feeling disappointed, the Princess was in the midst of sheathing the imitation sword.

Before the blade fully went into the scabbard, I moved closer and held her slender hand. 

Kagari: Princess, you need to adjust the angle of your stance. 

Emma: I see…

Kagari: Also, never hunch your back on a battlefield.

Emma: I never noticed I was doing that.

Kagari: Exactly. Even though you’re dressed like one of my subordinates, you’re weak.

Emma: … I’m sorry. 

Cat: Nyaa… 

While I was guiding her for future use, I heard a meowing sound coming from next to my feet. 

It was the stray cat I had an undesirable, yet inseparable relationship with. 

Kagari: Ah, give me a minute.

I folded a piece of paper with instructions on how to deal with the men lying on the ground and handed it to the cat. 

It gave a delighted meow as it took the paper in its mouth and scurried off. 

Emma: What was that…?

Kagari: Calico No.1.

Kagari: It often roams the streets. So if you ever need to contact me, you can count on it for that.

Emma: So instead of a carrier pigeon… you have a carrier cat.

Kagari: Yeah. 

(This guy’s more temperamental than a pigeon, though.)

Emma: About the piece of paper you gave it earlier on…

Kagari: I summoned my subordinates. It’s a hassle to clean up this mess. 

I stood up and looked down at the amateurish assassins lying on the ground. 

The Princess looked eager for an explanation, almost to the point she was getting restless. 

(They’re no more significant than random passersby, but…) 

Kagari: This is a “gift” I receive on my birthday every year, amidst the celebrations. 

Kagari: I was looking forward to a more challenging opponent, but I got disappointed this year too.

The Princess frowned at my blunt response.

(Is she angry?)

(Weird. It doesn't even concern her.)

(Maybe this is something “strange” to the Princess?)

(When you come from a different place, what’s common and what’s not changes. That's interesting.)

(What’s common knowledge to me, might not be so common to her.) 

…

Night fell as usual, and it was time for the banquet.

Savouring the enjoyable time we had together, I parted ways with the Princess. 

Soon after, the ever so hardworking Calico No.1 came with a letter in its mouth.

…

I went to the cherry blossom tree where I sometimes admired the flowers with the Princess, and the sender of that letter looked clearly pleased to see me. 

Feeling comforted by her reaction, I sat down next to her under the tree. 

Emma: Has the banquet ended?

Kagari: Not yet.

Emma: You managed to slip away.

Kagari: Your summon is more important.

Cat: Nyaa 

(Is it asking for a reward?)

I gently petted the cat that had been nuzzling itself against my leg and it left like it was never there. 

Heartless cat. 

(Right now, the Princess is more important than Calico No.1.)

Kagari: You changed your clothes.

Emma: Yes, I wanted to meet you as my usual self.

Emma: If I’m going to celebrate your birthday, I want to do it as the version of me you met in Kogyoku.  

Kagari: … 

(Is this what she meant when she said she “wanted some of my time after the banquet”?)

Emma: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari.

The Princess, who had been hesitant about wishing me a happy birthday this morning, presented me with a cherry blossom-patterned package.

I accepted the package, unwrapped it, and took out what was insides

Kagari: A book? 

Emma: It’s a storybook from Rhodolite. 

(It’s my first time receiving a book as a birthday gift. I’m feeling uneasy.)

Kogyoku’s Yasha was thought by others to only wield swords and never read books. 

But in truth, I don’t dislike reading. 

Emma: You’ve taught me many wonderful things about Kogyoku. 

Emma: It’s thrilling to discover new things about the world that I’ve never known before, so…

Emma: I chose this book because I want you to experience that thrill too. It’s one of my favourites. 

Emma: … And, if possible, I thought it might help convey Rhodolite’s charm too…

Kagari: The book is set in Rhodolite?

Emma: That’s right! It’s a collection of heartwarming short stories.

Emma: It’s the perfect remedy for when you’re feeling worn out.

Kagari: I almost forgot you’re a book merchant.

(I thought it’s just like any other book, but this one’s carefully chosen by the Princess.)

Knowing the amount of thought put into the gift made it much more significant. 

Kagari: You’re probably the only one who’d think of giving me a book. 

(I’ve decided. I’ll make this a family heirloom.)

I stared at the cover, flipped through the pages, and briefly scanned through the text. 

It doesn't seem like I’ll be running into any trouble if I end up with too much free time for a while. 

Emma: … I’m relieved I could properly celebrate your birthday. 

I looked up when she suddenly spoke.

The Princess heaved a sigh of relief, like she had been holding her breath for a while. 

Kagari: You’re overthinking it. I’d never find it bothersome to be celebrated. 

Emma: But your detached reaction to all the greetings and gifts made me rather worried that you would. 

Kagari: … Did I come off that way?

(I didn't realise. No wonder the Princess hesitated.)

I closed the book and lowered my gaze. 

Kagari: It’s not that I dislike being celebrated, or that I’m uninterested in birthdays.

Kagari: It’s just… I still don’t know what I should be feeling when I’m being celebrated.

Kagari: It’s been a recent problem for me.

Never had I ever imagined that not having extravagant birthday celebrations like my older brother did would someday become a source of my troubles. 

(Receiving a celebration particularly from her is complicated.)

(... I feel restless, and it’s hard to even look her in the eyes.)

(Is this the correct feeling I should be getting? What kind of emotion is this?) 

As I sat there in silence, full of uncertainty, a gentle breeze blew. 

Petals from the cherry blossom tree that was in bloom all year round danced in the air and fluttered down. 

The Princess, whose attention had been constantly focused on the Yasha until now, suddenly turned her gaze toward the cherry blossoms.

Emma: It’s beautiful. 

(…)

The restlessness turned into something murky. 

(... Not going to look at me anymore?)

(You’re so heartless.)

I grabbed a fistful of the Princess’ skirt. 

It was a spontaneous gesture. 

Emma: Prince Kagari?

(Why must I lose her to some cherry blossoms?)

Kagari: You’ve been thinking about my birthday all day long, and now you’re completely mesmerised by cherry blossoms? 

Emma: Of course I’m still thinking about your birthday. 

Emma: I just think that it looks as though the cherry blossoms are celebrating too… 

Kagari: Just you celebrating it is enough. Don’t look away. 

For some reason, the Princess reacted to my vent with a gentle smile. 

Kagari: … What are you smiling about?

Emma: It’s nothing. 

(I’m curious… but this doesn't feel so bad.)

I felt my facial expression soften, and the Princess turned her gaze to the cherry blossoms once again.

My grip on the fabric of her skirt tightened. 

Emma: … I planned to only give you your gift, but we ended up talking for quite a while.

Emma: Shouldn’t you return to the banquet soon, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: …

(I don't want to.)

(I want her to celebrate my birthday, more than the banquet.) 

(But somehow, even though they’re all celebrations, something feels different.)

I retraced the day’s events, recalling each and every one of the Princess’ words and trying to pinpoint the cause of my restlessness. 

(If there is a difference… it’d be that everyone else’s celebrations are nothing more than mere formalities.)

(You could say they have ulterior motives, wanting to gain the Yasha’s favour and protection.)

(But the Princess’ celebration doesn't have any of that.) 

(... This is the first time I’m receiving a sincere birthday celebration.)

Kagari: Princess, don’t you want to keep the Yasha all to yourself?

Emma: I think I’ve already monopolised you enough. 

(It’s not enough.)

(... I want more)

Kagari: … Stay here.

Emma: Then… I’ll take you up on the offer.

Emma: Can I continue celebrating your birthday for a little while longer? 

Kagari: Yeah. 

Hearing the word “celebrate” from her lips made me restless again. 

(Could this restless feeling be… bashfulness?) 

(... Am I actually feeling bashful because she’s celebrating my birthday?) 

(That’s a first. I learned something new today.)

Kagari: If you want to celebrate, do it. I can’t guarantee I’ll make it to my next birthday.

Emma: … I don't like such jokes.

Kagari: I’m not joking. But rest assured that I want you to celebrate my birthday over and over again.

(It’d be nice if there’ll be a “next”.) 

(... I want to feel bashful again. I want to experience this feeling even more.)

(I want to get to know this restlessness better.)

(When I’m with her… my emotions come alive.)

…

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness.

(... Did I fall asleep?)

As I regained consciousness, I realised I was holding a book in my arms.

I heard a faint sound of gentle breathing coming from next to me.

I shifted my gaze in its direction to see Calico No.1 laying there with its belly facing up, looking completely defenseless.

(It's getting better at hiding its presence and becoming more shameless too.)

(Who exactly does that remind me of?)

Careful not to wake Calico No.1, I picked up the book and opened it while laying down. 

Even though I had already finished it and remembered its contents, my eyes didn't stop following the text.

The stories were set in a peaceful country called Rhodolite. 

The Princess, born in that kind of country, was honest, straightforward, and her existence dazzling bright. 

(That makes sense.)

On my birthday — when I received those empty, soulless birthday greetings from the crowd, the Princess looked like she couldn't stand it any longer and took my hand.

Under the cherry blossom tree, her smile was like a flower in full bloom and she celebrated the Yasha’s birthday genuinely from the heart.

(She has a beautiful heart.)

(And yet, she unhesitatingly held these hands of mine that have been stained with blood of the people I’ve killed and even gave me her blessings.)

(Ah…)

(... I want the Princess).

(But I don't understand why I want her.)

(Will I understand it if she becomes mine, just like this book?)

I sat up and closed the book.

Although the battle was over and my body was supposedly back to its usual state, my head started feeling fuzzy again. 

That sensation worsened when an image of the Princess’ face emerged in my mind. 

Despite knowing my symptoms were worsening, my hands refused to let go of the book. 

I couldn’t peel my eyes off it.

It was as though I was clinging onto it.

(I want to see her.)

(I want to see the Princess.)

[culxiaa-fn]

Kagari 'Pien' Amagase

Base on his card voice line 😭😭 why is he so whiny

[lavulabi]

DROP THE EYE MAKEUP TUTORIAL PRINCESS

[husbandosandladders]

Ruby Beauty

I gotta be honest here, Kagari's got me in a chokehold with his bell choker 😩✋

[freckled-lili]

Yves & Kagari:

have cats as their fursona animal crest.

theme colour is pink.

(I know the majority of the princes have cat-related animal crests, but the fact that Kagari's theme colour is a darker shade of pink is what made me make this post; though it might actually be red, but it looks more pink on my screen)

[dark-frosted-heart]

Hold On, You Spoiled Shogun! - Kagari

An "If you were lovers" story. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

If Prince Kagari and I were lovers…

Kagari: Princess, don’t you want some dorayaki? Here’s some freshly-made ones. You can choose among red bean paste, butter and red bean paste, sakura bean paste, and matcha. There’s also the option for me to feed you.

Emma: …

Kagari: I see, you’re not in the mood. Then do you want me to pat your head? My hands have a relaxing effect and are exclusive to you. Or do you want to pat my head? You’re more than welcome to.

Emma: …

Kagari: I see, you’re not in the mood. Then how about you lay your head on my lap? You must be exhausted from running around all morning. My lap’s only for you. It’s firm, but warm and you don’t have to wait for a good night’s rest.

Emma: …

Kagari: I see, you’re not in the mood. That’s too bad.

(I won't let you off easy this time)

On a day some time after I started staying in Kogyoku…

I stayed silent while Prince Kagari tried to cheer me up in the carriage ride to the castle.

I ignored him even when he offered the best dorayaki, head pats, lap pillows, and back hugs.

This had been going on for several hours now.

(But unsurprisingly, I’m starting to feel guilty and uncomfortable for continuing to ignore him)

(Surely Prince Kagari also—)

Kagari: Princess.

(...!)

Suddenly, a hand behind my head forced me to face Prince Kagari.

His blank expression was the same as usual.

But the aura around him said that he’d reached his limit.

Kagari: Are you in the mood for a kiss? I am.

Emma: Wai���

Kagari: I want to kiss you a lot.

Emma: Mnnn?! P-Prince Kagari…Haaa…

(Relentless…)

Fingers pried my mouth open and a tongue ravishes my mouth mercilessly.

Even if I tried to turn away in pain, I’m stopped immediately and lost strength.

It seemed like that made Kagari too excited and I immediately grabbed that hand that was under my skirt.

Emma: I won’t let you.

Kagari: Your agility’s improved.

Emma: You are training me every day.

Kagari: I see. Then I don’t have to go easy on you.

Emma: Eek…No fair. Please don’t stroke my legs so hard!

Despite my efforts to stop him, Kagari continued to leisurely stroke my legs and hooked his fingers into my underwear.

Kagari: Do you want me to stop?

Emma: Yes.

Kagari: Then swear that you won’t ignore me anymore. If you refuse, I’ll make you cry out loud enough for the coachman to hear you.

Emma: I won’t ignore you anymore, Prince Kagari. So please give me a break!

Kagari: I’ve been waiting to hear those words. A gold star for you, Princess.And by the way, don’t worry. What I said earlier was a lie. If anyone else hears your cries, there will be a bloodbath.

(Prince Kagari really would do it…)

(Ah, more importantly, I’m giving in again)

(I’m the one who’s mad at you. It’s frustrating!)

In an attempt to at least resist, I pressed my head against his broad chest.

Then, he buried his face in my neck like a playful cat, as if he enjoyed my resistance.

His somewhat stiff, fiery red hair tickled against my skin.

Kagari: I see you’re finally talking to me, Princess. Why did you run away?

(He’s asking already)

As Prince Kagari said, I rushed out of the castle this morning without telling anyone.

I thought it was emotional and childish behavior, but at the time, I couldn’t control myself.

In the end, I was caught as I was strolling through the streets to calm my mind, and my first time running away from home ended in an hour.

(Let’s discuss this properly. Otherwise we’ll both be left feeling uncertain)

I took a deep breath to prepare myself and looked at Prince Kagari.

Emma: Prince Kagari, you were injured in a recent battle, weren’t you?

Kagari: …o_o

I didn’t miss how his gaze wavered for just a moment.

(Yep, “guilty” like I expected)

I’ve already lost count on how many times it’s happened.

Kagari: It was just a scratch and has completely healed.

Emma: Even so, that doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt. And you hid that injury from me, right? Instead of just forgetting to tell me. Didn’t I ask you before to let me know if you ever got hurt?

Kagari: Yeah, I remember.

Emma: That’s why I ran away…

Kogyoku’s a turbulent country and battles broke out everywhere.

Even if Prince Kagari’s strong, there’s no battle where you can simply come out unscathed.

(I’m sure he did that so I wouldn’t worry too much)

Even though I’m glad for his kindness, I still want to worry over him and patch him up.

(Regardless of how superficial the wound is, I don’t want to be smiling with him in ignorance…)

(Ah, this is bad…)

I remembered all those times when I watched Prince Kagari leave for battle and wait in a room without its master.

It was too late to hold it back, and the fear and anxiety welled up and blurred my vision.

Kagari: …o_o

(This is terrible. I didn’t mean to cry)

(But if it’ll stop Prince Kagari from hiding his wounds from me, then I should cry until my eyes become swollen)

Emma: Wah?!

(Huh…)

By the time I could even be surprised, I had already been pushed down.

Kagari: … ¬‿¬

(Ah…this is an emergency)

Green eyes that looked completely different from before, looked down at me.

Within those eyes was a familiar sweet and fierce heart…

I didn’t have the faintest idea what to expect, but it seemed like I had awakened the spoiled shogun.

(What really triggered it…No, I need to get out of this situation)

Kagari: Princess, you don’t know when to give up.

The sweetness in his voice was so different from his usual voice, and my body jolted in reflex.

Kagari: But that makes you cute and adorable, and makes me want to pamper you to death.

Emma: Don’t…

My hips were pulled toward him, hands held together in one hand, and he slotted his body between my legs.

I tried to move away but couldn’t, and the tears that pooled in the corner of my eyes left a small stain on the seat.

Kagari: Princess, Princess. Let me see that expression more.

When I looked away, he turned my face back toward him.

Prince Kagari looked at me, captivated, and wiped my tears with his lips.

No matter how many times I saw it, the way he looked different from his usual self made my brain want to malfunction.

(Even though I understood more than before, I still didn’t know what triggered this spoiled side…)

Kagari: I do like your tears. Especially if they’re shed because of me. I get this irresistible feeling whenever I see it.

Emma: …You have a terrible personality.

Kagari: Your cat’s more spoiled and bloodthirsty than any other cat. But it’s you who brought me down to this point, twisted me and corrupted me.

The way he happily nipped at my neck over and over again was like a cat going crazy with silver vine. 

When Prince Kagari’s like this, the only choice is to wait for him to calm down.

(He really is bothersome…But so am I)

(I ran away from home, yet I’m pleased by Kagari’s words)

Prince Kagari’s been on the battlefield since he was a child, feared as the “Yaksha”.

It was like no one cared for the lives reaped around them…

Perhaps that’s why he preferred the tears I shed.

I felt my chest tighten as I thought about the past Prince Kagari.

(I can’t get angry at him when he said it so happily)

Kagari: Princess, what are you thinking about?

Emma: About you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about since this morning.

Kagari: Me too.

(That’s the weakness from love, isn’t it)

Prince Kagari’s lips fell everywhere, on my forehead, around my eyes, cheeks, and ears.

The meager resistance of stopping his kisses with a finger was met with a tickling tongue and a sweet bite.

Emma: Prince Kagari, do you regret hiding your wound?

Kagari: I do. I can’t bear Princess running away or ignoring me. I’m sorry. I won’t hide it from you anymore. So Princess, don’t leave me. …If you’re going to abandon me, then kill me

Emma: …I won’t abandon you. And I won’t kill you.

I wrapped my arms around Prince Kagari’s neck and this time, I pried his lips open and entwined my tongue with his.

We kissed again and again, melting away each other’s passion, anxiety, and everything else.

(I’ll never abandon you)

(I’m the one who put the bell on you that you can’t take off)

[cosmowgyral]

"The Vicious Wildcat is Clumsily Affectionate"

▪︎ Kagari's 1st Birthday

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

This is my very first time translating/reading a Kagari event and since he is not yet out in the EN server, there might be terms that will turn out different than what I have used here when he is finally released.

Chapter 3

As Prince Kagari’s birthday drew to a close, the hustle and bustle gradually died down.

When night fell, I was sitting under a cherry tree, watching the lantern-lit town lights, when I heard footsteps coming.

Kagari: I had an appointment today.

(….You really came.)

Prince Kagari sat down next to me under the cherry tree.

There was a normal distance between us.

Emma: Is the party over?

Kagari: Not yet.

Emma: You left though.

Kagari: Meeting you is more important.

Cat: Meow

Mike no. 1 who cried out in agreement, was introduced to me by Prince Kagari.

He was playing around Prince Kagari’s feet, and moved away after being petted once.

(I had given him a letter and it looks like he safely delivered it to Prince Kagari.)

Kagari: Did you change your clothes?

Emma: Yes, I wanted to meet you as my normal self, Prince Kagari.

Emma: If we’re going to celebrate your birthday, I wanted to do it while being the person who met you in Kogyoku.

Kagari: …….

Emma: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari.

I swallowed my nervousness and gave him the gift I had been keeping hidden behind my back, wrapped in a cloth with a cherry blossom design.

Even after receiving the package, his expression remained unchanged.

But, he didn’t turn it down.

Prince Kagari skilfully opened the present after receiving it and quickly took out the item.

Kagari: A book?

Emma: It’s a book from Rhodolite.

Emma: You taught me a lot about the splendour of Kogyoku.

Emma: Getting to know so much about an unknown place is exciting….

Emma: I chose this book because I wanted you to experience the same emotion as me, Prince Kagari.

Emma: …And I hope that I can convey the splendour of Rhodolite…

Kagari: Is this a book set in Rhodolite?

Emma: That’s right! It’s a collection of short stories, but each story is heart warming,

Emma: It should be a panacea for when you’re exhausted.

(Particularly in the case of Prince Kagari, who rarely has peaceful times.)

(I want you to be at peace even for a brief moment.)

Kagari: I had almost forgotten that you are a book merchant.

Kagari: You’re the only one who’d gift me a book.

Prince Kagari looked at the cover of the book with interest and began flipping through it.

He seemed to like it as his gaze followed the letters.

(I’m glad he didn’t reject my gift because there was a possibility that he wouldn’t like it.)

Emma: ….I’m relieved that we were able to celebrate properly.

When I relaxed and expressed my emotions, Prince Kagari looked up from the book.

Kagari: You’re overthinking it. Birthday wishes don’t bother me.

(It seems that my thoughts were obvious to Prince Kagari after all.)

Emma: However, I was concerned about how you react like it’s none of your business.

Kagari: …So that’s what it looked like.

Prince Kagari closed the book, and quite unusually, lowered his emerald eyes.

Kagari: It’s not that I don’t like being celebrated, or that I’m not interested in birthdays.

Kagari: But… I still don't know how I feel about being celebrated.

Kagari: This has been a recent problem.

(That’s surprising….I can’t believe his cold demeanour was just because he wasn’t used to being celebrated.)

As I get to know this adorable side of the yasha, I suddenly realised something.

(‘recent problem'?)

(Birthdays come every year. If his behaviour is the same every time, it cannot be considered as recent.)

(Now that I think about it, it does seem strange. Apart from being the yasha, Prince Kagari is also a royal of Kogyoku. There must have been plenty of opportunities for him to be celebrated.)

(But he says he’s not used to these….)

After giving it some consideration, I decided not to ask any further questions, thinking it might not be appropriate to intrude.

 (…I’m still confused by the way people in town celebrate…)

(But if Prince Kagari is unaffected by it all, there’s nothing for me to say.)

As the words trailed off, a light wind causes the petals of the cherry blossoms to flutter down in a lovely dance.

(Wow..)

Emma: It’s beautiful.

I turned my face away from Prince Kagari and held out my hand to the falling petals---

Emma: Prince Kagari?

He grabbed my skirt tightly and I blink in surprise.

Kagari: You’ve been thinking about my birthday since morning, and now you’re fussing over cherry blossom petals?

He sounded somewhat sulky.

Emma: Of course I’m still thinking about your birthday.

Emma: It seems like even the cherry blossom trees are celebrating you.

Kagari: You’re the only one who needs to celebrate. So don’t look away.

It somehow feels like he wants to be spoiled.

A smile welled up in my face as I thought this was probably the best request Prince Kagari could come up with, since he was not used to celebrations.

Kagari: …What’s that smile for?

Emma: It’s nothing.

As I made an effort to relax, Prince Kagari’s suspicious face softened.

(Ahhh…)

This is the first time I’m seeing him smile today on his birthday.

(….He smiled at the very end.)

(Even if it was just for a moment, if it gives him a good memory on his birthday then it was worth celebrating.)

To avoid revealing my racing heart, I turned my focus back to the cherry blossoms, and Prince Kagari's tightening hold on me caused my skirt to wrinkle even more.

We remained quiet, and the wind carried the noise of the banquet.

Emma: ….I just wanted to give you the present but we ended up talking so much.

Emma: Prince Kagari, isn’t it about time you returned to the party?

Kagari: …..

Kagari: Don’t you want to keep the yasha to yourself, princess?

Emma: I think I have had enough.

I suggested that out of guilt, but Prince Kagari wouldn’t let go of my skirt. 

Kagari: ….I want to stay here.

Emma: In that case…I’ll take you up on your offer.

When I accepted it, Prince Kagari sat closer to me.

Our bodies touched and the resulting warmth seeped into my heart.

(You chose to be by my side on this special day of yours.)

(My expectations are subtly revealed by the tense atmosphere.)

Emma: Can we continue to celebrate you for a little longer, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: Yeah

With the book in his hand, Prince Kagari leans towards me.

Kagari: Celebrate as much as you want to. I don’t know if I’ll be able to celebrate my birthday properly next year.

Emma: …..I don’t like such jokes.

Kagari: I was not joking. But don’t worry, I want to celebrate with you again and again.

(We need to celebrate in a manner that will keep him thinking that way.)

I accepted his cat-like, clingy behaviour while suppressing my restless heart.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

----A few days later.

As I left my inn, a familiar cat rubbed himself against me.

(Mike no. 1)

Today he had a small backpack, and he was looking at me as if he wanted me to open it.

I opened the backpack and revealed a small, palm-sized letter inside.

Cherry blossom petals dropped into my hand as I took out a small piece of paper with a brief message written on it from inside the envelope.

Thanks to the book you’ve given me, I won’t have problem killing some time for a while.

You’ve fetched a perfect score, princess.

(He liked that book.)

(If we can celebrate again next year, I wonder if he’ll be even more delighted to receive my wish than he was this year.)

(….I hope that happens.)

[Chapter 2] [Masterlist] [His POV]

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Y'all I was giggling and kicking the entire time while reading and also while translating this. He is SO adorable. I'm reallyy looking forward to Kagari now.

Guess I have a weakness for men who call me princess.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀᴛ ᴄʟᴜᴍꜱɪʟʏ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

Emma: "Prince Kagari's birthday is today?"

Townswoman: "Yes, it's become a tradition for the whole town to celebrate."

Emma: "So that's why it's so lively today."

(I had no idea it was Kagari's birthday.)

The townspeople were particularly excited, and the sweet smell of dorayaki filled the air from every direction.

Townswoman: "You should celebrate Prince Kagari too."

Townswoman: "I'm sure he'd be thrilled if someone as special as you sent him good wishes."

A woman I'd gotten to know since coming to Kogyoku flashed me a cheerful smile and gave me a gentle push.

Townswoman: "If you're having trouble picking a gift, I'll help you out!"

Emma: "Thanks, but since it's a special occasion, I'd like to come up with something myself."

(This feels kind of weirdly pressuring. Or is it just me?)

Satisfied with my response, the woman cheerfully left after offering a few words of encouragement.

(Kagari's helped me more times than I can count since I got to Kogyoku. Whether or not I'm special to him, I can't just ignore his birthday now that I know about it.)

(Alright.)

(Wait, what's this ridiculously long line?!)

When I packed my gift and made my way to the castle, I found the square completely packed with people who had come to celebrate Kagari.

(Swordsmen, nobles, commoners—wow, that's a huge crowd.)

At the front of the line, a striking figure with red hair caught my eye.

He was expressionless, silently receiving greetings and tributes one after another.

(Prince Kagari looks completely detached, like it has nothing to do with him. He doesn't seem happy at all.)

I stood on my toes to get a better look, and our eyes met.

(Did he just catch me staring? He's always quick to notice when someone's looking at him.)

I looked away and took cover by a nearby cherry blossom tree.

(What should I do? It's going to be difficult to celebrate with this many people around.)

(I really wanted to celebrate on his actual birthday, but maybe I should come back tomorrow. Wait, what?)

When I glanced back, Prince Kagari was gone.

Instead, his attendant was standing there, and despite not being the prince, people were still offering celebratory words and gifts.

It was a weird sight.

Kagari: "You're wide open, Princess."

(!?)

I turned toward the voice, and a hand suddenly covered my mouth.

Before I could react, he pulled me into the shadows beneath the tree, my back gently pressed against the trunk.

Emma: "Mmph!"

(When did he even get behind me?!)

I struggled, but he effortlessly pinned me against the tree, his face now dangerously close to mine.

For a second, I thought my heart would stop.

Kagari: "Will you behave?"

I nodded frantically, and only then did he finally let go of my mouth.

But the distance between us didn't change. He placed his hands on the tree, keeping me trapped.

(Calm down, Emma.)

(He's probably just staying this close to avoid being seen by others.)

I instinctively lowered my voice, careful not to let my breath brush against him.

Emma: "Why are you here?"

Kagari: "I saw you."

Emma: "So you came to see me?"

Kagari: "You called me."

(Is that how he saw it?)

A mix of guilt and a strange, fluttering warmth settled in my chest.

Kagari: "If you were planning to stand in line, you should give up."

Kagari: "That line won't die down until nightfall."

Emma: "That long…?"

Kagari: "And at night, there's a banquet. It'll go on until dawn."

(Spending an entire day celebrating… The Yaksha of Kogyoku really goes all out.)

I was impressed, but his expression remained blank as always.

He gazed at the never-ending line of people as if it had nothing to do with him, his detached demeanor unfitting for someone being celebrated.

(I feel like Kagari doesn't care much about his birthday.)

(What if he finds it annoying that I came?)

Kagari: "So? Why are you here?"

I instinctively looked away.

Emma: "I was just curious since there are so many people."

(I can't bring myself to say I also came to celebrate.)

I hid the bag with the present behind my back.

Kagari was silent for a while.

An awkward silence fell between us, making the noise around us feel distant.

(I hid it, but I wonder if he noticed.)

But Kagari didn't say anything more about it and just grabbed my arm.

Kagari: "Princess, will you come with me?"

Emma: "Huh? W-Wait, Prince Kagari?"

He stealthily led me toward the castle, barely giving me a choice. Once inside, he unceremoniously shoved me into a room before disappearing and returning with a large basket.

Kagari: "First, put this on."

Emma: "A hakama?"

Kagari: "Next, wrap this around your face."

Emma: "A scarf?"

Kagari: "Lastly, wear this at your waist."

Emma: "A… sword!?"

Kagari: "Tie your hair into a single ponytail."

Emma: "Um…?"

(Why are we suddenly having a dress-up session?)

I accepted each item as he handed them to me, tilting my head in confusion. But then, without hesitation, he picked up the hakama and reached for my clothes.

Kagari: "If you don't know how to wear it, I'll help."

Emma: "N-No! I got this!"

(I have no idea what's going on, but this can't possibly be bad, right?)

[otomehoneyybearr]

This description 😭

Love that he’s a confirmed babygirl

[mitch4tune]

This needs to be used as a reaction image.

[memoria-99]

War crimes, oreos, mental breakdown

Give them some oreos

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Kagari Amagase 1st Birthday Campaign: Story

Chapters 1 — 3

"The Dangerous Wildcat's Clumsy Attempt At Affection"

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Some time had passed since coming to Kogyoku with the Owner. 

The town was livelier than usual today, bustling with energetic crowds.

Emma: Prince Kagari’s birthday? 

Townswoman: Yes, it’s a tradition to celebrate it all around town. 

Emma: So that’s why it’s especially lively today. 

(I didn't know it was Prince Kagari’s birthday.) 

The townspeople were in high spirits, and the scent of dorayaki wafted through the air from all directions.

Townswoman: You should join in the celebrations too. 

Townswoman: I’m sure he’ll be delighted if his favourite person celebrated his birthday. 

A lady I became acquainted with ever since coming to Kogyoku gave me a gentle push forward with an innocent smile. 

Townswoman: Come onnn, I’ll help you think of a gift if you’re unsure of what to get. 

Emma: Thank you. But because this is a special occasion, I’d like to come up with something on my own.

(Why do I feel oddly pressured…? Maybe it’s just my imagination.) 

Looking satisfied with my response, she dropped some words of encouragement before leaving.

(Regardless of whether I’m his “favourite person” or not… it's undeniable that Prince Kagari has helped me a lot during my time in Kogyoku so far.)

(Since I’m now aware it’s his birthday, I must celebrate it.)

(Alright then…)

…

(... What’s with this ridiculously long line!?)

I made my way to the castle with my gift packed in my bag, only to find the plaza filled with people who were also there to celebrate Prince Kagari’s birthday.

(Swordsmen, nobles… even commoners. That's a lot of people.)

I almost immediately caught sight of the striking red hair at the front of the line. 

Looking at him from a distance, Prince Kagari wore a neutral expression as he continually accepted birthday greetings and gifts without pause. 

(He’s completely detached from everything going on and doesn't look happy at all.)

As I stood on my tiptoes to get a better view, his jade-green eyes met mine. 

(... Prince Kagari’s sensitive to being watched, so he probably noticed me.)

(My staring might've bothered him.) 

I averted my eyes and hid behind a nearby cherry blossom tree.

(Still, what should I do? It’s going to be hard to have a proper celebration with this many people around.)

(As much as I want to celebrate on the actual day of his birthday, I guess I’ll have to come back another day— huh?)

When I absentmindedly glanced back at the castle, Prince Kagari was nowhere in sight.

Standing in his place was his attendant, receiving the greetings and gifts from the people on behalf of the now missing yasha¹. 

¹ Kagari’s nickname is 紅玉夜叉 (kōgyoku yasha), which directly translates to “Kogyoku’s Yasha”. If you happen to play Genshin Impact, Yasha and Yaksha are the same thing; so like how Liyue has Xiao, Kogyoku has Kagari. For those who don’t play GI, think of Yasha/Yaksha as something like a… guardian deity? 

It was a strange sight to see. 

???: You’re wide open, Princess.

(!?)

I turned around in response to the unexpected voice whispering into my ear, only to have my mouth covered by someone’s hand. 

I was pulled into the shade and my back hit the rough surface of a tree trunk.

Emma: Mmph…! 

(When did Prince Kagari get behind me…?) 

Despite my struggling, he easily pinned me against the tree trunk and brought his face dangerously close to mine. 

I thought my heart was going to stop.

Kagari: Do you promise to behave? 

He finally took his hand off my mouth when I nodded. 

However, our distance remained the same, I was still trapped by his hands pressed against the tree.

(I need to calm down.) 

(He’s probably just staying close so other people won’t notice us.)

I naturally lowered my voice to barely a whisper, careful not to let my breath touch him.

Emma: … What are you doing here, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: I saw you. 

Emma: You came to see me?

Kagari: You called me here. 

(Is that what it looked like to him?)

While I felt guilty, my heart tingled too. 

Kagari: If you were planning to join the line, don’t bother. 

Kagari: It won’t end till nightfall.

Emma: That long…?

Kagari: There’s a banquet tonight. That’ll go on till dawn. 

(They really go all out to celebrate this day. That’s Kogyoku’s yasha for you.) 

I was impressed, but Prince Kagari’s expression remained as stoic as ever.

He watched the seemingly endless line of people as though it had nothing to do with him. It was shockingly cold for someone whose birthday was being celebrated. 

(Perhaps Prince Kagari isn’t interested in birthday celebrations.)

(... What if he finds me a nuisance?)

Kagari: So, why are you here? 

I instinctively looked away.

Emma: … Um… there are so many people gathered, and I got curious…

(I can’t mention that I came to celebrate his birthday too.)

I hid the bag containing his gift behind my back.

Prince Kagari remained silent for a while.

The awkward silence made even the noise from the crowd at the plaza  sound distant. 

(Did he notice I’m hiding something?) 

However, instead of saying it outright, he grabbed my arm.

Kagari: Come with me, Princess.

Emma: W-wh—whoa…! Prince Kagari?

Before I could react, he silently yet forcefully led me toward the castle, while making sure to stay away from any prying eyes…

…

Prince Kagari shoved me inside a room and left a brief moment before coming back with a large basket from who knows where.

Kagari: First, put this on.

Emma: Is this… a hakama²

² 袴 (hakama) is a type of traditional Japanese pants. Initially, only the upper class wore it. But it was eventually also worn by warriors (e.g. samurai) in the Kamakura era. In modern day, it's being worn as a part of the Aikido uniform and also as a fashion piece (hakama inspired trousers). 

Kagari: Next, wrap this around your face.

Emma: A scarf?

Kagari: Lastly, wear this on your waist.

Emma: A sword…!? 

Kagari: Bun your hair up.

Emma: Umm… 

(Why are we suddenly doing dress-up time?)

When I tilted my head in confusion at the items handed to me one after another, Prince Kagari picked up the hakama and reached for my clothes. 

Kagari: If you don’t know how to put on a hakama, I’ll teach you. 

Emma: … It’s fine, I’ll manage it myself as much as possible! 

(I don’t really get what’s going on, but surely it won’t lead to anything bad—) 

…

(— Or so I thought. How did it come to this…) 

Ruffian: Who’s this?

Emma: I… I won’t take a single step beyond this point!

In a back alley away from crowds, I found myself face-to-face with a gang of intimidating men.

Pushing aside the suffocating feeling of fear I felt at the sight of the weapons hanging from their waists, I unsheathed the sword Prince Kagari had given me.

Ruffian: I don't know what's goin’ on, but looks like ya know who we are.

(... No. I have no idea who you people are at all.) 

Ruffian: Get her. 

With a vulgar laugh, the men drew their swords.

Unlike the imitation sword I was wielding, theirs were real — the blades gleaming menacingly.

Before one of their swords could hit me, the man at the front was suddenly knocked down by a shadow descending from above. 

Ruffian: What!?

Kagari: Poor thing. 

In the blink of an eye, the men were blown away along with their swords. 

They were slammed against the wall, their eyes rolling back as they fell unconscious.

Prince Kagari finished them off in seconds without even drawing his sword.

(No matter how many times I witness it, his strength is beyond ordinary.)

Kagari: That was easy. I hoped they’d at least be good enough for me to draw my sword.

(... I wonder how many people in Kogyoku are even capable of standing up to Prince Kagari.) 

When I snapped back to reality and attempted to sheath the imitation sword, Prince Kagari suddenly turned around and grabbed my hand. 

Kagari: Princess, you need to adjust the angle of your stance. 

Emma: I see… 

Kagari: Also, never hunch your back on a battlefield.

Emma: I never noticed I was doing that.

Kagari: Exactly. Even though you’re dressed like one of my subordinates, you’re weak.

Emma: … I’m sorry. 

(I wish you’d  cut this amateur some slack.)

(It’s not like I asked to help with a capture mission.) 

While still holding my hand, he placed a hand on my back. 

He applied force to straighten my posture, and despite his expressionless face, he seemed rather satisfied.

Cat: Nyaa…

Kagari: Ah, wait a minute.

(A cat?)

A cat appeared out of nowhere and started rubbing its face affectionately against Prince Kagari’s leg. 

He knelt down to gently stroke the cat before handing it a neatly folded piece of paper. 

The cat took the paper in its mouth and scurried off.

Emma: What was that…?

Kagari: Calico³ No.1

³ He calls the cat ミケ (mi-ke). I don’t know how exactly to call it in english, but there's a type of cat called 三毛猫 (mi-ke-ne-ko) which is what we know as a calico cat. I’m assuming that's the cat species here…? 

(What a peculiar name.)

Kagari: It often roams the streets. So if you ever need to contact me, you can count on it for that.

Emma: So instead of a carrier pigeon… you have a carrier cat.

Kagari: Yeah.

(What an impressive cat. I’ll be sure to remember it.)

Emma: About the paper you gave it earlier on…

Kagari: I summoned my subordinates. It’s a hassle to clean up this mess. 

Prince Kagari stood up while answering my question matter-of-factly and looked down at one of the men laying unconscious nearby. 

Kagari: This is a “gift” I receive on my birthday every year, amidst the celebrations. 

Kagari: I was looking forward to a more challenging opponent, but I got disappointed this year too.

(People send assassins after him on his birthday too?)

Prince Kagari was Kogyoku’s main warrior and the country’s trump card.

As long as the yasha exists, Kogyoku’s security is guaranteed. 

It wasn’t a surprise to know there were people who sought to demolish this iron wall of defense. 

(But I can’t believe they’d try something even on a day of celebration.)

Kagari: Princess.

Prince Kagari pressed his thumb against the space between my eyebrows.

(... I must’ve been frowning.)

Kagari: You’re still my subordinate.

Emma: Even though I’m weak?

Kagari: That makes it easier for them to attack.

Kagari: There’s no better bait than you. 

(If being with Prince Kagari can help him out…)

Emma: I’ll do my best as bait.

…

Townsman: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari! 

Townswoman: Every store in town is baking dorayaki today. In fact, there’s hardly any store that isn’t…! 

As soon as we stepped out onto the main street, Prince Kagari was immediately surrounded by the townspeople.

Kagari: … Oh. 

Despite the influx of greetings and gifts, his reaction was as indifferent as it was back at the castle.

(Everyone’s smiling so brightly and their words sound genuine. What’s with the contradicting attitude?) 

I strained my ears to pick up on what they were saying. 

Townsman: We have Prince Kagari to thank for our peaceful lives.

Townswoman: Please continue protecting us for a long time. We’ll do anything in exchange for that…!

(...)

(Ah, I get it now.)

(All of this is solely about pleasing Prince Kagari.)

(The peace in this country depends entirely on him, and so everyone celebrates him.)

(This kind of celebration is nothing unusual, but…)

Townswoman: Oh, right, Prince Kagari, did you receive any celebratory greetings and gifts from Emma?

I got startled by the sudden mention of my name.

Kagari: I haven't.

Townswoman: In that case, I’ll have to remind her again when I see her.

Townswoman: After all, having Emma celebrate your birthday would likely make you the happiest. 

As I came to know what the people were thinking, I finally understood the strange pressure I had been feeling — they wanted me to celebrate their yasha too. 

(... But I don’t think celebrations should be forced on people.) 

The emotion that swelled up within me was beyond frustration, it was heartbreaking.

(Earlier on, Prince Kagari showed no interest in his birthday, which made me hesitant to celebrate it…) 

(But now, I’ve decided that I want to give him a proper celebration… not one that's only meant to appease him.)

Emma: … Prince Kagari. 

I discreetly grabbed his hand to lead him away from the crowd as soon as possible. 

Townsman: By the way, Prince Kagari, I see you’re someone unfamiliar today.

Kagari: He’s a new subordinate of mine and a master swordsman. You all should be careful of him.

Kagari: Your heads will be easily sent flying off your shoulders if he draws his sword. 

The lie he told with a straight face worked perfectly.

Taking advantage of the people’s fear, I tugged at Prince Kagari’s hand and hurriedly pulled him away. 

…

After receiving a few more “gifts”, Prince Kagari finally went for the banquet as the sky grew dark. 

…

Kagari: I had some prior engagements today. 

As the day approached its end, the hustle and bustle gradually settled down. 

The night deepened. Under the light of the lanterns illuminating the street, I sat beneath a cherry blossom tree. 

I heard footsteps approaching me.

(... He really came.)

Prince Kagari sat close by in a spot next to me beneath the cherry blossom tree like it was the most natural thing to do.

Emma: Has the banquet ended?

Kagari: Not yet.

Emma: You managed to slip away.

Kagari: Your summon is more important. 

Cat: Nyaa

The approving meow came from Calico No.1, the cat Prince Kagari introduced to me earlier in the day.

It playfully brushed against his feet before wandering off after receiving gentle pets.

(I entrusted that little one with my letter. Looks like it was properly delivered to Prince Kagari.)

Kagari: You changed your clothes.

Emma: Yes, I wanted to meet you as my usual self. 

Emma: If I’m going to celebrate your birthday, I want to do it as the version of me you met in Kogyoku.  

Kagari: …

Emma: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari. 

Swallowing my slight nervousness, I held out the cherry blossom-patterned package I had hidden behind my back. 

His facial expression didn’t change as he accepted it.

However, he didn't refuse it either. 

Prince Kagari deftly unwrapped the package and quickly took out its contents.

Kagari: A book?

Emma: It’s a storybook from Rhodolite.

Emma: You’ve taught me many wonderful things about Kogyoku. 

Emma: It’s thrilling to discover new things about the world that I’ve never known before, so…

Emma: I chose this book because I want you to experience that thrill too. It’s one of my favourites. 

Emma: … And, if possible, I thought it might help convey Rhodolite’s charm too…

Kagari: The book is set in Rhodolite?

Emma: That’s right! It’s a collection of heartwarming short stories.

Emma: It’s the perfect remedy when you’re feeling worn out.

(Especially when peaceful moments are rare for Prince Kagari…)

(I want him to feel at ease, even if it’s only for a brief moment.)

Kagari: I almost forgot you’re a book merchant.

Kagari: You’re probably the only one who’d think of giving me a book. 

Prince Kagari took a curious look at the book’s cover and started flipping through the pages. 

He seemed interested as his eyes followed the text. 

(There was a chance he’d be uninterested in it, so I’m glad he didn't refuse the gift.)

Emma: … I’m relieved I could properly celebrate your birthday.

I let my guard down, and those words slipped my tongue before I could stop myself.

Kagari: You’re overthinking it. I’d never find it bothersome to be celebrated. 

(As expected, Prince Kagari saw right through my thoughts.)

Emma: But your detached reaction to all the greetings and gifts made me rather worried that you would. 

Kagari: … Did I come off that way?

He closed the book and lowered his jade-green eyes in a rare gesture. 

Kagari: It’s not that I dislike being celebrated, or that I’m uninterested in birthdays.

Kagari: It’s just… I still don’t know what I should be feeling when I’m being celebrated.

Kagari: It’s been a recent problem for me. 

(That’s surprising… I didn’t think his indifferent attitude was simply because he’s not used to being celebrated.)

Besides now knowing of this unexpectedly adorable side of the Yasha, there was another thing I realised.

(... “A recent problem”?

(Birthdays come every year, right? He wouldn’t call it a “recent problem” if it’s always bothered him every year…)

(Come to think of it, it’s indeed strange. As the Prince of Kogyoku, Prince Kagari should’ve had plenty of opportunities to be celebrated.)

(And yet, he’s not used to it…)

I hesitated to probe further, as I didn't want to disrespect his boundaries — and so I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. 

(... I’m still having some uncertain feelings about the way the townspeople celebrate him, but…) 

(As long as Prince Kagari doesn’t dislike it, I suppose there’s nothing for me to say.)

As our conversation came to an end, a gentle breeze blew, sending cherry blossom petals dancing in the air as they fell. 

(Wow…)

Emma: It’s beautiful.

Turning away from Prince Kagari, I reached out toward the falling petals— 

Emma: Prince Kagari?

I blinked in surprise when he suddenly gripped my skirt tightly. 

Kagari: You’ve been thinking about my birthday all day long, and now you’re completely mesmerised by cherry blossoms? 

His tone sounded slightly sulky. 

Emma: Of course I’m still thinking about your birthday.

Emma: I just think that it looks as though the cherry blossoms are celebrating too… 

Kagari: Just you celebrating it is enough. Don’t look away.

(... He’s acting kind of like a spoiled child.)

Realising that this might be Prince Kagari’s way of trying his very best to express his desire, given his unfamiliarity with being celebrated, I couldn't help but smile.

Kagari: … What are you smiling about?

Emma: It’s nothing. 

While I tried to keep my expression composed, Prince Kagari’s puzzled expression softened.

(Whoa…)

It was the first smile I’d seen from him all day. 

(... He finally smiled.)

(Even if it’s only for this one moment, as long as good memories were made on his birthday, my efforts were worthwhile.)

Not wanting him to notice my racing heart, I turned my gaze back onto the cherry blossoms, but the wrinkles in the fabric of my skirt deepened as he tightened his grip.

Silence fell between us as the wind carried the sounds of ongoing festivities in the background.

Emma: … I planned to only give you your gift, but we ended up talking for quite a while.

Emma: Shouldn’t you return to the banquet soon, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: …

Kagari: Princess, don’t you want to keep the yasha all to yourself?

Emma: I think I’ve already monopolised you enough. 

Although I said that feeling remorseful, he didn't release his grip on my skirt. 

Kagari: … Stay here.

Emma: Then… I’ll take you up on the offer. 

When I nodded, Prince Kagari shifted himself to sit closer next to me. 

Our bodies touched, and the warmth seeped into my heart.

(He chose to stay by my side on such a special day.)

From the restless atmosphere, I somewhat got a sense of what he was expecting.

Emma: Can I continue celebrating your birthday for a little while longer? 

Kagari: Yeah. 

With the book in hand, Prince Kagari leaned against me. 

Kagari: If you want to celebrate, do it. I can’t guarantee I’ll safely make it to my next birthday.

Emma: … I don’t like such jokes.

Kagari: I’m not joking. But rest assured that I want you to celebrate my birthday over and over again.

(If this is how he feels, I’ll have to make sure all of my celebrations leave a lasting impression on him.)

Like a cat seeking affection, I accepted his act of affection while disregarding my rapidly beating heart. 

…

— A few days later.

When I stepped out of the inn, a cat rubbed up against me.

(It’s Calico No.1.)

Today, the cat wore a tiny rucksack and looked up at me as though to say “open it”.

I opened up the rucksack to find a small, palm sized letter.

Upon unsealing it, a short slip of paper and a cherry blossom petal fell into my hand. 

“Thanks to the book you gave me, I won’t be bored for a while. Full marks for you, Princess.”

(He likes the book I gave him.)

(If I have the chance to celebrate his birthday again next year, maybe he’ll be a little more joyful when accepting the celebration.) 

(... I really hope that'll happen.)

[aishangotome]

Kagari Amagase: As Long As You Care For Me

From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event

—

(Is tonight the night of the battle?)

The wind caressing my cheek bears the omen of conflict.

This kind of premonition has never been wrong.

(Should I sleep while I have the chance?)

Holding my sword, I close my eyes on my usual perch on the tree branch. But before long, the presence of an amateur approaches.

Looking down, I see Ohii-san* appear, carrying a package containing dorayaki.

*Ohii-san can mean "spoiled princess"

Emma: Ah, there you are, Prince Kagari.

Kagari: What is it? An offering of dorayaki?

Emma: Yes. I found this new product at my favorite shop, and I thought we could share it.

Kagari: I'll take it.

(Nice packaging.)

As I'm about to jump down from the tree, Ohii-san stops me with her hand.

Kagari: Why?

Emma: I'll come to you, Prince Kagari.

(That's reckless.)

I think so, but before I can stop her, Ohii-san reaches for a tree branch.

It's the first time I've seen a woman try to climb a tree by herself.

(This is dangerous. She'll die instantly if she falls.)

Despite being weak and frail, Ohii-san continues to climb with all her might.

Emma: I made it—ah!

At the last moment, she slips, and I grab her tilting body and pull her up.

As I help her sit on the branch, Ohii-san lets out a sigh of relief, her face pale.

Emma: Thank you... I thought I was going to die.

Kagari: Me too.

Emma: But look, I almost climbed it all by myself.

Kagari: Congratulations.

(Was she interested in tree climbing? It's a mystery.)

It's a mystery, but seeing Ohii-san's proud face, I couldn't say anything.

Emma: Well then, here's the dorayaki—

Emma: Oh no!

Kagari: What now?

Emma: The dorayaki... it's completely flattened.

(Didn't she notice?)

During the climb, Ohii-san had been desperately hugging the dorayaki so as not to drop it.

Now the dorayaki is a rice cracker.

Kagari: The taste is the same.

Emma: But...

Kagari: Itadakimasu.

I take the flattened dorayaki from the dazed Ohii-san and put it in my mouth.

(This is... peach filling?)

Kagari: Delicious.

Emma: ...It was actually much fluffier.

Kagari: The crushed dorayaki has a unique texture.

I tear off a piece of the dorayaki and bring it to Ohii-san's mouth.

Her hesitation is fleeting, and her small mouth opens like a baby bird's.

Emma: ............It's delicious.

Kagari: Right?

(It's even more delicious than usual.)

(Maybe the secret ingredient is Ohii-san's effort.)

Meanwhile, Ohii-san's smile is shadowed, and her voice is subdued.

She seems quite depressed.

(Should I cheer her up?)

(I'm not sure how to go about it, but...)

Kagari: Don't worry. You won't die.

Emma: Huh?

Kagari: Even if the dorayaki is crushed, you won't die.

Kagari: If you won't die, there's no need to worry.

Emma: ...Your way of comforting people is unique, Prince Kagari.

Kagari: Is that so?

(I rarely comfort people.)

Emma: But thank you. As long as I don't die, I can try again and again, right?

Emma: Next time I'll try to climb the tree without crushing the dorayaki.

Kagari: You're going to climb again?

Emma: You're usually up in the trees, Prince Kagari.

Kagari: I could come down.

Emma: No, I'll do my best to come to you, Prince Kagari.

Emma: I'd feel bad if you had to go out of your way for me every time.

(So that's why she climbed the tree. How unusual.)

Kagari: You'd go that far to see me?

Emma: Is it a bother?

Kagari: On the contrary. If it were a bother, I wouldn't have helped you when you were about to fall from the tree.

Emma: I'm glad to hear that.

(Her smile is back.)

I feel a sense of exhilaration, like I've finished a task.

Having finished the first dorayaki, I look at the second one Ohii-san is holding.

As I continue to gaze at it, she willingly offers me the flattened dorayaki.

As I open my mouth to receive it, Ohii-san smiles with satisfaction.

(She wants more attention.)

(Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, forever.)

But to achieve that, I first need to finish the battle that will likely come tonight.

In Kogyoku, it's not uncommon for someone who was healthy today to be a corpse tomorrow.

Ohii-san is no exception, and not dying is the most difficult thing in this country.

(Especially since Ohii-san is weak and frail. It wouldn't be surprising if she died tomorrow.)

Emma: Prince Kagari?

I come back to my senses when she tilts her head in front of me.

Kagari: ...It was delicious. Full marks, Ohii-san.

Emma: I'll bring you more delicious dorayaki when I find them.

Kagari: I'll do the same.

Kagari: So, Ohii-san, don't die on your own.

Emma: ...?

Kagari: Live.

Emma: U-Understood... I'll live.

Kagari: It's a promise.

(I'll protect Ohii-san's tomorrow.)

(As long as you continue to care for me like this...)

(I've decided not to kill you.)

FIN