#mahoyaku white

[noramthe]

I BROKE MY CURSEE YYYEESSS

[nekomura-tsukiyo]

Why is a 2000+ y/o so cute

[the-fridge-orange]

[astralgrphics]

✦ㅤMahoyaku × Love Liner Renders

Official website assets

[halfincontextmagic]

Mahoyaku in a nutshell (screenshots translation collection) #2

2024 Nero Birthday voiceline, Murr

4th Anniversary: Together, miracles shall surely bloom

Dolce's enthralling love

Main Story 1

(event titles translations borrowed from fandom wiki)

✧TRANSLATION INDEX✧

[zzzenmui]

3 Northern Wizards (Idiots) or Something

[chloeatelier]

A collection of recent expressions! All requests from friends

[ydotome]

Just like the Great Calamity that brightens up the night will love is, but once the gap narrows too much, we push back! - Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku - Episode 4

[srovtl]

(in here, a magic that connect hearts) Figaro SSR Card Story Translation

Translator note: This, and all the fifth anniversary card stories, reference each character’s affection story (which can be read here) and I recommend reading them beforehand.

The future illuminated by moonlight - Episode 1

Akira: (Where could Figaro be? There aren't any missions today, so I'm pretty sure he's in the magic manor...)

One day, some time after I started living at the magic manor.

It's been several months since I interviewed each wizard and wrote about them in the sage’s manual.

Now that I'm closer to everyone than I was back then, I'm going around asking them again, hoping to make the content new.

Akira: (? I hear voices coming from the common room...)

Figaro: Hey, Mitile. I'm so happy you're asking me about a problem you're having with your magic practice.

Figaro: I've been getting rejected a lot lately.

Mitile: I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

In the room was Figaro, sitting on the sofa by the window, and Mitile, floating on a broom through the open window.

Mitile was in his practice clothes, so he must have been practicing magic outside.

Figaro: Ah, I didn't say it to trouble you. So, what do you want to ask?

Mitile: Um... is there any trick to sustaining the powerful magical power that's been revealed?

Mitile: Like when pushing back a strong tornado.

Figaro: Not an attack spell to knock it away?

Mitile: Yes. I've always been anxious to get stronger, but...

Mitile: Recently, I think I've started to understand why I want power.

Figaro: I see. You've gotten stronger, Mitile.

Figaro: Let's make that the topic of tomorrow's lesson. Self-study is fine, but don't push yourself too hard.

Mitile: …! Thank you!

Akira: (Mitile looks so lively... He must be happy that Figaro is teaching him the things he wants to know.)

Mitile turns around and leaves. At that moment, I heard footsteps from behind.

Faust: What are you doing, Master Sage?

Akira: Wha, Faust?! Um, well...

Figaro: What are you two sneaking around doing? I'm getting jealous.

Figaro pops out of the common room. Knowing him, he may have already noticed that I'm here.

Faust: I wanted to discuss something about class, but it seems the sage was one step earlier.

Faust: I'll come back later.

Akira: S-Sorry. It's not urgent, but long story short I wanted to talk to you about the interview.

Figaro: I'd be happy to. No need to keep standing here, let's go to my room.

Figaro: Hm? Faust, you have dark circles under your eyes.

Faust: I just had trouble falling asleep last night. Nothing to worry about.

Figaro: I see. Then I'll bring you some herbs to help you fall asleep later.

Faust: It's just one night, Don't make a big deal out of it...

Figaro: Faust.

Faust: ……..

Faust: Fine, I get it.

Akira: (When looking at them this way, it's like Faust is Figaro's student too. They were originally in a master-disciple relationship after all...)

Akira: (Not only young wizards, but also long-lived wizards like Faust rely on him.)

The future illuminated by moonlight - Episode 2

Snow: Sage, how many sugars do you want in your tea?

Akira: Just one, please!

White: Okay! What about Figaro-chan?

Figaro: I'll go without. Also, why are you two in my room?

Snow: Hohoho! Because we heard the sage was going to interview Figaro.

White: As your master, we may be able to give you some advice. Also, I have to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't go too far.

Figaro: No trust at all.

Akira: Haha, it's okay. Figaro is a kind person, and I can always rely on him.

Akira: He has a broad perspective, is knowledgeable, and carefree...I don't think I'm the only one who's been helped by Figaro.

Figaro: I'm so happy to hear you think of me like that.

Figaro: Shall I tell you a side of me that you may not know yet?

Snow, White: That's what we mean, Figaro-chan~

Snow: But... There's no mistaking you for anything but an exceptional wizard.

White: Here, let us spoil you sometimes. Is there anything you want?

Figaro: Hmm, let's see.

Figaro: Maybe high-quality liquor? A fruit liquor that's been aged for hundreds of years under the eternal snow of the north...

Snow, White: Sure!

Figaro: Eh?

Snow, White: Here 《Noscomnia》!

As the two chanted the spell, an old-fashioned bottle appeared in their hands. The amber liquid swayed through the glass.

Snow: You play a part in running this ill-fated magic manor.

White: It's a master's duty to listen to their disciple's whims and show him kindness too.

Figaro: Are you sure? It must be quite valuable.

Snow: Of course. We received it as a tribute some time ago, and it's been sitting in the warehouse ever since.

White: Shall we have a toast now? I'm sure the sage will join us.

Akira: Yes! I'll just have tea, but if that's okay.

Figaro: Even Master Sage...

Figaro: Thank you. But I'll just accept the sentiment.

Figaro: I have some in stock on the shelves in my room, and I don't want to make you guys drink just for me.

Snow, White: Eh~ You sure?

Figaro: Besides, I'm going to talk to Master Sage now, so I'll have some tea for a while.

Akira: Figaro...Thank you. Well then, let's get the interview started!

The future illuminated by moonlight - Episode 3

That evening.

Figaro: …….

While walking to the courtyard, I found Figaro sitting on the edge of the fountain with a glass in his hand.

I remember meeting Figaro here after my previous interview too.

Figaro: Oh, Master Sage. You look happy. Did something good happen?

Akira: Good evening, Figaro. You looked like you were enjoying your drink so.

Figaro: Is that enough to make you happy? You're so cute.

Figaro: This is the drink we were talking about this afternoon. It's so good, I should have accepted the twins's after all.

Figaro: I had plenty, but this is the last glass.

Shaking the amber in his glass reluctantly, Figaro looked up at the moon.

Figaro: The moon is beautiful tonight too. It seems today is a day I get to talk a lot with you.

Figaro: Want to join me in a chat while I drink?

Akira: Yes, of course! 

I nodded and sat down next to Figaro.

The night breeze brushed against our cheeks. The sound of leaves rustling, and occasional voices coming from the magic manor.

Amid the quiet, comfortable hustle and bustle, the ice in the glass clanged.

Figaro: ...Hey. Do you remember the Moon's road we talked about here before?

Akira: ……

Figaro: Oh, I'm sorry. Was I being a bit mean?

Akira: No, it's just...

A moon road floating on the sea. Figaro once entered the freezing sea, chasing the light of the moon.

Everything that had parted with him lived in that beautiful silver world of the moon...

Figaro said that he saw it as a pathway to reach that place.

Akira: Do you still want to go beyond the Moon Road, Figaro?

Akira: The hometown you lost, the people you were separated from by death...

Akira: To meet all the people who left you behind.

Figaro: Let's see… What do you want me to do?

The silver moon shone on him.

The wise eyes of someone who has lived through so much time, quietly wait for my answer.

Akira: I don't want you to go.

Akira: There are still so many sights I want to see with you, so many things I want to do, and I haven't repaid your kindness yet.

Akira: I still haven't found a way for you to be happy.

Akira: And, more than anything, I'll be sad to say goodbye.

Figaro: Then, I won't go.

Akira: Figaro...

Figaro: I'm still here. Is it boring to give you the same answer as last time?

Akira: Not at all! It's the best answer. To me… it's really...

Figaro's long fingers lift his glass. The little bit of amber liquid that remains tilts, and his throat sallows.

He put his empty glass down and laughed softly.

Figaro: That's good to hear.

I can only say because it's now - Card Episode

Figaro: Hello, Master Sage. Did the interview go well?

Akira: Yes! Talking to you all again, I'm deeply moved by the fact that we've spent such a long time together, even though it seemed short.

Akira: Some people have told me things that they can only say because it's now... Is there anything like that for you, Figaro?

Figaro: Hmm, I guess so. It's not really because it's now but...

Figaro: When I get cold in the night wind, I think drinking alcohol is good, but I've come to think that drinking hot tea is also good.

Akira: Maybe... you remembered what I recommended to you when we interviewed before?

Figaro: Yeah. The other day, I made some hot tea after I got back to my room.

Figaro: Thanks to that, I slept well.

Akira: That's great! Drinking alcohol while enjoying the night breeze must be nice, but...

Akira: I'd be worried if you got sick, so please keep it in moderation.

Figaro: If you say something so cute, I guess I have to be careful.

Figaro: In that case, would you like to join me for tea time again tonight so we don't end up drinking too much?

Akira: Yes, of course!

Homescreen Voiceline

One time, I offered to make a promise to someone, but I got rejected because they said they couldn't trust me. ...I wonder if, even a little, I've become a man who is worthy of trust now?

[poliodeuces]

miscellaneous mhyk doodles

[thesecrethiddeninyourheart]

Noscomnia

[noramthe]

[5oddballs]

Got into mahoyaku. Made memes

[cannedf0wer]

Curiosity

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

MOONRISE!

hand holding with the northern wizards

gender neutral reader

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ MITHRA

Mithra holds your hand with the kind of greed only a wizard is capable of feeling. It’s hard to understand a man like him, who’s experienced both fear, ostracization, melancholy, and loss with a straight face and a surprisingly vulnerable heart, and why he would take such an interest in someone like you. But like the Northern wizard he is, he believes the safest place for you is within arm’s reach, and even moreso, when your fingers are interlaced with his.

Mithra holds your hand as if you’re the only one that could understand him. You can’t comprehend the emotions that the second most powerful wizard might feel, but you’re the only one who gets to be this close to him. He wants to hold your hand whenever it strikes his fancy—be it during one of his crazy fights with Oz, after a grueling mission, or even when he’s scarfing down whatever is in the kitchen with his (free) bare hand. He’s surprisingly clingy when it comes to you, like he’s relearning the simple joys of human emotion all over again.

Mithra holds your hand like you’re going to live forever. It isn’t so much that he doesn’t comprehend the shorter lifespans humans have in comparison to wizards, but all he cares about is the fact that you’re here with him right now. He’s acutely aware of how weak you are, how any Northern wizard could destroy you if they so desired, but you’re here with him with your hand in his. That’s all he wants to think about, and he’ll keep asking you to hold his hands day after day. Loss and grief are words he doesn’t want to associate with your fragile and fleeting life just yet, so please indulge him for as long as you possibly can. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ OWEN

Owen holds your hand as if he wants you to be aware of the fact that you’re human. Your bones are weak and brittle, your skin as delicate as freshly fallen snow. What is it that makes you so special to distinguish you from the countless other humans that have lived and died before his eyes? He doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t understand why he’s so drawn to you, why he feels this almost uncontrollable urge to just touch you, why it comes so unnaturally for him when it seems to come so naturally for everybody else around him. 

Owen holds your hand as if it’s the first time he does so. It very much might as well be. The way he touches you ranges from curious and shy all the way to voracious and insatiable. He’s learning to express himself; he wants to endear himself to you, but at the same time, it’s just so amusing to see what ways he can push you around. Are you afraid of him? Do you detest him? Feel ambivalent towards him? He plays this push-and-pull game with you, gauging you to see if you’re worthy of seeing the Owen past the gruesome mask he wears. 

Owen holds your hand like he wants you to become a part of him. He knows that on paper, the emotions he’s feeling can be summed up in four little letters, but actually knowing what to do and how to express it is an entirely different storm. How do you navigate an impossible relationship? Where does his façade as a Northern wizard start, and where does it end? And is there even room for you? Love is hard, and love is something he’s never confronted before. But with enough faith, maybe he can start with you, and pray that you’ll be able to coax him out of the hardened shell he’s grown dependent on for all this long. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ BRADLEY

Bradley holds your hand as if he doesn’t want to let go. How many times has he extended the same hand, only to end up stabbed in the back? That quantitative number doesn’t matter to him, as he’d do the same in a heartbeat, but this time around, he knows what he’s risking when your fingers curl around his. The many calluses around his palms attest to his long years both alone and surrounded by others, but they still remain gentle and welcoming so long as it’s you by his side. 

Bradley holds your hands with a firmness that could dispel any doubt. Being a leader is scary, especially when such a role is thrust on you, and sometimes convincing yourself that you’re capable and deserving of your dreams is the most difficult step of all. He wants to be your north star, someone you can depend on, someone who can share your burden and lift you out of the murky depths all at the same time. His belief will become your conviction, and Bradley wants nothing more than to share everything with you. Be it your deepest sorrow or the brightest joy, he understands how to savor the complexity of it all best.

Bradley holds your hand as if pleading you to trust him. What else can he be to you if he isn’t useful? Bradley isn’t someone that can do halfway, and if you aren’t willing to take the plunge with him, all he has left is the all-too-familiar unfamiliarity with the unwavering dark and the alone. All Bradley asks for is faith, and while Bradley knows that your faith is the single most greedy thing he could ask for, he needs you to search for his hands, clasp his palms to your chest, and to know that he will be your constant in a universe of unending unknowns.

✧˖°.��︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ SNOW

Snow holds your hands as if he is learning the difference between reverence and love. Perhaps what you feel for him is both—but after an eternity of worship, of fear, of discerning and discovering the fine line between connection and disparity from human to wizard, categorizing Snow neatly is impossible. What are your emotions towards him? Do you view him as an equal? A superior? A friend? A lover? Are you willing to buy into his act for the sake of simplicity, or are you brave enough to dare to peek behind the curtain? 

Snow holds your hand like you’re another chance. He doesn’t know if he’s deserving or even capable of normal love, not when all he’s known his entire life is the desire to chase after something out of his grip. He wants a love all consuming but also liberating, and he’s curious as to whether or not you find his tight grip an invitation to give yourself wholly or as a warning that he’s more or less a god capable of things beyond your imagination. How do you even love a man as long-lived and insane as he is? He desperately wants to know how he must appear in your eyes, how you unravel the mess that lays underneath the surface.

Snow holds your hand so that you won’t run away from him. This is your responsibility. He’s made the mistake of yearning for too much freedom, and he’s paid that price with an irredeemable fratricide. This is his idea of mercy, his way of telling you not to fall victim to the same folly he’s committed. He can bend worlds and make the wizards cower before him, so it’s only natural that he knows best. The line between respect, admiration, and obsession grows thinner and thinner with each year that passes by, and it’s only in the extreme that he can find a place to tuck you away.

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ WHITE

White holds your hand knowing that you are one of the few things that prove to him his existence. After a long eternity as a shell of his former self, it becomes inevitable that White questions how much of himself is his true self and how much of himself is the manifestation of Snow’s regret and desperate longing. The thrum of blood in your veins and the sensation of your skin are proof to him that the tightness in his chest is his own and the love he holds is his own.

White holds your hand as if he needs you to justify his existence. He wants you to rub your thumb over his bones, press your lips to the back of his hands, pinch him, scratch him, anything to make sure that everything he knows isn’t a hallucination. His love is necessity veiled thinly under the guise of fear, fear that one day you’ll recognize him for the falsehood he is and fear that you’ll no longer taste the bittersweet flavors of his love and swallow it down as a kind of betrayal. He’s haunted by his past and can no longer live in the present, and you’re the only thing he has that isn’t a part of Snow.

White holds your hand knowing he’s undeserving of your love. He’s a sinner: someone who broke the one rule of the world by somehow defying death’s inevitability and someone with so much blood on his hands that he can’t remember when his fingers and palms weren’t stained with all of his wrongdoings. But somehow you’ve remained, and as fickle and fragile as fate may be, he hopes he can return even an iota of your pure love with whatever scraps of humanity persist in his dead heart.

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[halfincontextmagic]

Mahoyaku in a nutshell (screenshots translation collection) #1

2025 New Year's voiceline, Owen

A drink that invites inebriation, Nero SR

Dreams of the sun-radiant blade

Tesoro of the banquet devoted to Nitre

2nd Anniversary: Like magic, the bonds we connect

4th Anniversary: Together, miracles shall surely bloom (title translations taken from fandom wiki)

oe is harrassing kishisama first thing of the year, nero is a chronic overthinker, snow and white being insufferable is their charm point, shino "don't start a fight" sherwood, mithra fired oz, riquet really likes mitile, the game

apologies if these look messy, i'd originally only done these to share them with friends

✧TRANSLATION INDEX✧