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WeD - V1C51 - Lorde Medite, a Fan
🕑 Added 2022-11-04 03:20:22 +0000 UTCI’m Urbanus Medite.
The moment I saw the encounter between His
Highness Ulysses and Makia Odille, an understanding came over me. [1] At least, I understand that more than Duke Beigrates and Sir Raymond.
The scene immediately captured my interest.
The connection between beings like them must be similar to a bond of some sort.
When I looked sideways at the dukes, I found that they appeared to have known about, or at least suspected, the peculiarities of His Highness and Lady Makia.
A quick glance around showed Princess Shatma covering the lower half of her face with her fan, her eyes narrowed in a squint at the two
people in the middle of the floor. I cannot read General Kanon’s expression, who was standing just behind the princess.
Ahh, how interesting!
So many Demon King Class people here.
Moreover, all of them have some connections to their previous lives.
My guess was that Lady Makia must be the Crimson Witch. After all, only the Crimson Witch and the Black Demon King have the strongest connection with the White Sage. [2] It is possible that she could
be the Black Demon King, but I don’t believe that is the case.
I can only imagine the havoc of these bonds of fate on these powerful individuals. How would their power affect the rest of us over time?
Laughter escaped me and the Duke of Beigrates immediately swung his sharp gaze at me.
“...”
What a troublesome old man, really.
You do not even know who you are dealing with, and yet, you are already thinking of ways to make use of them.
How scary.
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While Young Lady Makia was dancing across the dance hall with General Kanon, [1] I approached Sir Raymond.
“What sort of person is that General, Sir Raymond?”
“Hahh… If I had to describe him with one word, I’d say ‘mysterious’. He is quite a few years younger than I, but I cannot get a read on that man.”
[1] Interestingly enough, both Duke of Beigrates and Sir Raymond shared the same impression.
Suddenly, the Duke of Beigrates’ gaze shifted. He was looking at the terrace now, so I looked in the same direction.
“?!”
[3] The number of powerful Demon King Class level people in the hall had just increased by one.
It was the young man with black hair standing by His Highness Ulysses. Just who is it?
“Sir, he is the one…”
“... Ah…”
Looks like these two recognised the young man next to His Highness.
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“Apologies, but could we join you?”
“...?!”
Once Young Lady Makia is done with her dance with General Kanon, the Duke and Sir Raymond finally make their way towards the terrace.
I, of course, trail after them.
We found the three young people standing in the darkness of the terrace.
“Tooru Sagaram, what are you doing here? You cannot be here. Do you need to be reminded of your place?”
“Apologies, but I am the one who called him here, Duke.”
“...”
Excellent, I now have your name.
His Highness Ulysses steps forward in front of the young man and Young Lady Makia, wearing his aura of dignity and poise like a protective cloak.
Goodness, oh my, Your Highness.
The two uncles cannot see it, but I can feel the terrified shivering of the spirits fluttering behind me. They are frightened of these existences before us.
I suppose ignorance is truly bliss in this case.
Anyway, I don’t have time to be distracted by distressed spirits.
Tooru Sagaram… Tooru Sagaram…
“?!”
I suck in a quick breath.
The number that appears on the monocle is so ridiculous that… this Tooru child, the numbers I am looking at are too abnormal.
Though I cannot see the numbers of His Highness Ulysses’ MP, I can tell that it does not exceed what I am looking at.
I see… So, this is the Black Demon King?
To be honest, I never had any doubts that the Three Great Demon Kings would show up in this world.
I’m sure of it, I am standing before the White Sage, the Crimson Witch and the Black Demon King.
“Your Highness, you are acquainted with Makia Odille, the daughter of Count Odille and her servant Tooru Sagaram?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Your Highness… This is highly irregular, you hardly ever left the Royal Capital, how would you have met them?”
“... Duke of Beigrates…”
His Highness Ulysses puts a hand over his forehead and exhales slowly. Then he turns his gaze at Sir Raymond, the King’s younger brother, who is standing next to the Duke. “Uncle, what is this? Am I being interrogated?”
“No, not at all, Your Highness. [4] The Duke is merely concerned, I’m sure.”
“........”
Sir Raymond is looking at the Duke with an innocent gaze. [1] Clearly feigning guilelessness even though he was one of the three people who had cornered them.
The Duke cleared his throat once more, [5] “What happened earlier, considering the impact it has on the public, don’t you think we all deserve a little explanation? I’m afraid it has become the talk of high society now… Young Lady Makia, your father even lost consciousness
earlier.”
“Lies,”
“Do not worry, he is resting somewhere now. Lady Odille is with him.”
“...”
Young Lady Makia averts a gaze to the side, apparently thinking about something.
Is she worried about her parents? How unexpected.
“There are a few things we would like to speak with all of you about. Won’t you come with us?”
“...”
All three exchanged troubled looks with each other, as though telepathically asking each other what to do.
I nearly burst out laughing.
Why, you ask?
Well, it’s not like they could just blurt out that they are the reincarnation of the Three Great Demon Kings [1] to the Duke and Sir Raymond. [1] On the other hand, how are they to explain the scene in the middle of the ballroom?
I step out from the line of three men blocking the terrace from the hall and lean against one of the tall pillars.
Then, I take out my kiseru [6] and light it up, exhaling sweet smoke into the air.
“... Lord Medite, this is a non-smoking area.” The Duke of Beigrates is glaring at me, as though warning me not to spoil the atmosphere.
“Oh my, surely there’s no need to be so rigid, Duke? Have a pity on this heavy smoker… I really can’t smoke at home anymore as my wife is with child.”
“Oh my, my congratulations, Lord Medite.” Sir Raymond suddenly pops up beside the Duke to beam at me.
“Ah, please accept my congratulations, Lord Medite.” His Highness Ulysses is as polite as always.
I must say that these two royals have always been very polite.
The Duke did not look happy about the change in topic. He cleared his throat once more and said, “This is indeed wonderful news. Congratulations, Lord Medite… that’s right, you should return
to your lady as soon as possible. She may be feeling a little lonely.”
“Yes, yes, but of course. After my little break,” I inhale another lungful of smoke from the kiseru and exhale into the dark. “You know, my dear Duke. Don’t you think you’re being a little tactless? It shows a great lack of courtesy on your side to interfere with the ‘reunion’ of these three people.”
“... What?”
I flash a glance at the three.
Young Lady Makia said ‘Uncle, you…’ with a slightly surprised look on her expression.
Well, I’m still an ‘uncle’, eh?
“Well, go on then. I’m sure you three have plenty to talk about, right?”
“Lord Medite… to what extent…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. You may think of me as a fan. A great fan of the three of you. Ah, the next time we meet, do give me an autograph~”
“...”
His Highness Ulysses seems to have come to several realizations from this little exchange.
Well, that’s fine with me.
As the three of them descend the stairs by the terrace, I lean back and listen as Sir Raymond and the Duke of Beigrates [1] start to quarrel. [1] Well, ‘quarrel’ may be too strong a word.
“H-hold it, you-!!”
“My, my, I do believe that is enough interference, isn’t it, Duke? Let them be for now. As Lord Medite said, we are being a little tactless.”
“But, Sir Raymond…”
After the three figures disappeared into the darkness, the Duke sighs and throws a glare at me as I gently exhale smoke into the air.
“What is the meaning of this, Lord Medite!?”
“What are you speaking of?”
“Why do you insist on getting in my way?!!”
“Getting in your way… hahah… as expected,
you’re planning on making use of those children for a plan of some sort? Due to their incredible magic level?”
“T-That’s…..”
“Who do you think I am? Who in this country does not recognise the name Urbanus Medite when it comes to magic? Well, it’s a little embarrassing to boast about myself in this way, but yes, it is all true.
You must have already known just how powerful those children are, as for the significance of their existence…”
Even as I brag about myself, I turn to those two and narrow my eyes at them, “First, unless and until you recognize their true existence, I shall not allow you to touch them.”
Well.
How’s that as a threat, hm?
“Their existence… but you’re not planning to enlighten us, Lord Medite?”
“Of course. I am not allowed to.”
“If that is the case, who could we ask?” Sir Raymond quips back without hesitation.
“... I supposed, you could ask the guests from Fresir. I expect they know.”
“Hoh hou, you are saying the two who had barely spent any time in our country would know?” the Duke laughed sarcastically at me.
Well, perhaps I have said something funny?
“As I have said, this is beyond your understanding. Those three are like water which overflows ones’ palm. [1] I should say, not even all of us together could handle this much water. The guests from Fresir understand them better than we ever will. This is not a matter of acquaintanceship. It is a question of cause and effect, as well as
fate.”
“Cause and effect? Fate?”
“Indeed, it is what connects them… Well, you may take this as a free hint. Do as you like with it.”
“What?”
Oh my, I definitely cannot reveal anything beyond this.
They will have to look for the answers with their own strength.
“Right, it is time I return. My lovely wife is waiting for me after all~”
“H-hold it, Lord Medite! We are not done speaking!”
“My dear Duke, as I have said, you must find the answer with your own strength.”
“...”
The hall is filled with bright lights and gorgeous colours from the ladies twirling about on the dance floor.
I make my way down the stairs by the terraces. The same stairs taken by the three just now.
“Lord Medite, let’s have a drink some time. I wish to speak with you more.” Sir Raymond is smiling at me. Unlike Duke of Beigrates, Sir Raymond never lost his grin throughout the entire exchange.
“Hmm~ Well, I supposed I could make time.” I casually replied.
The wily and scheming king-to-be is completely different from the Duke of Beigrates.
This is made even more obvious when Beigrates’ frustrated ‘This damn youngster…’ floats over to me and I laugh out loud.
[Gumihou: Okay, Lord Medite is one interesting dude. So is Sir Raymond.]
[1] Added details for clarity.
[2] Added details, because the sentence just starts with: It is possible that he is the Black Demon King, but he doesn’t give me the impression
A complete non-sequitor at this point. Since he knew for sure that Ulysses is the White Sage after the scene in the passageway.
So… a very ??? moment for Gumi
[3] ‘It increased’
Assuming that author meant: The number of
powerful people in the room had just increased by one
[4] Redid the dialogue so that it reflects Sir Raymond’s personality more, and matches the next paragraph.
[5] Political double-talk is difficult to translate with its triple nuances and hidden meanings…
Original: “I just think you need to give an explanation after what you did in front of all that public. All the nobles in the venue are talking about this… Young lady Makia, your father lost his consciousness back there"
Eh, um, again?
[6] Kiseru pipe, a thin smoking pipe favoured by the old timey Japanese. Very elegant. Could also be used as an impromptu self-defence weapon, or even as a proper weapon depending on the material it is made from.
There is even a style of fighting that makes use of the kiseru, which is similar to the tessenjutsu (iron fan technique)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiseru
