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[cosmowgyral]

With You through every Season ~

(5th Anniversary Story Event - Me and You, Always)

▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian

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 but do not repost. Hope you enjoy!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~

˖˖࣪ Chapter 1

˖˖࣪ Chapter 2

˖˖࣪ Chapter 3

˖˖࣪ Chapter 4

˖˖࣪ Epilogue

[cosmowgyral]

With You through every Season ~

(5th Anniversary Story Event - Me and You, Always)

▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian

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 but do not repost. hope you enjoy!

~epilogue

--flashback--

It was one winter—colder than any in recent years.

Albert: Gil, think you can drink this?

Gilbert: This... is alcohol?

Albert: Who knows.

Gilbert: I’m a kid, you know.

Albert: I’m still a kid too.

Gilbert: Then we really shouldn’t, right?

Albert: You’re a good boy, Gil.

Gilbert: Why did you bring alcohol?

Albert: Don’t you know? In our country, there’s a tradition of drinking celebratory alcohol on New Year’s.

Gilbert: Huh, is it New Year’s today?

Albert: Nope, that was days ago.

Albert: You’ve been burning up with fever for a while, so I guess it hasn’t sunk in.

Albert: How’s your body holding up?

Gilbert: I’m okay… So it’s already a new year, huh?

Albert: I was really looking forward to welcoming the new year with you, you know.

Gilbert: …Albert, you’re always like this

Gilbert: You don’t have to care so much about me.

Albert: But I want to enjoy the seasons with you, Gil.

Gilbert: In Obsidian, the seasons barely even exist, right?

Gilbert: And yet… you showed me flowers in spring, taught me how to stargaze in summer…

Gilbert: In autumn, you brought all kinds of delicious food… and now in winter, you brought me this celebratory drink.

Gilbert: You don’t have to go out of your way just because I stay shut up in this room.

Albert: I’m doing it because I want to.

Albert: When the seasons pass, it makes you feel the flow of time, right?

Albert: You’re growing, little by little… I want you to feel like you’re really alive.

Gilbert: ….

Albert: By the way, what I brought today isn’t actually alcohol—it’s just juice.

Albert: The real celebratory drink can wait until we’re adults.

Gilbert: …Yeah, you’re right

Gilbert: Once I’m grown up, I’ll be able to drink too… and probably go outside a lot more.

Albert: Yeah. You’ll definitely get better, and you’ll be running around out there in no time.

Albert: When that time comes, take in the seasons with your whole body. Until then, I’ll keep bringing them to you.

Albert: You need to live, Gil.

Gilbert: Yeah!

--flashback ends--

There used to be seasons.

But corruption and deceit scraped away my human senses—

Even when I was finally able to go outside, my body no longer registered the shifts in temperature.

Or perhaps… the beast in me forced myself not to feel them.

Like a birthday, it became a memory I didn’t want anyone to tarnish.

I sealed it away carefully, so it could never be touched again—

At least, that's what I thought.

Emma: Gil... are you alright?

Gilbert: …nn..

Emma’s voice scatters the fragments of the past.

(Huh… was I… asleep?)

We came to the ballroom to watch the first sunrise of the new year.

But by the time I realize it, the sun is already high in the sky, shining down on us.

Emma: I’m glad. You’re awake.

Gilbert: …No, I’m not.

The moment I notice I’m lying in Emma’s lap, I give up on sitting up and bury my face against her stomach instead.

(Ah, right… I got sleepy because of the alcohol.)

(I thought I’d picked something as mild as possible, but… maybe I should’ve just swapped it for juice.)

Back in the old Obsidian, drinking celebratory alcohol was basically suicide for me.

But now, there’s not a single trace of an assassin's presence.

Emma: Roderic prepared some water for you. Would you like it?

Gilbert: ……I’ll take it.

(It’s not like the alcohol’s still affecting me that much, though.)

As I tilted my head back to take the glass, it was snatched away at the last moment.

Then, for some reason, Emma started drinking the water herself—

A wave of déjà vu hit me.

(Ahh, even my little rabbit’s turned into a bad girl now.)

A shadow fell across my face, and her lips gently met mine.

When I obediently opened my mouth, cool water trickled down my throat.

(Though, maybe she’s forgetting I’m the real villain here.)

Just as she began to pull away, looking satisfied, I slipped a hand behind her head

I explored her mouth with my tongue, determined to steal every last drop.

The heat from our tangled tongues felt stronger than any heater, like it alone could blow away the chill of winter.

Emma: Haa... that was too much...

Gilbert: You’re the one who started it.

She looked away as our lips parted, still connected by a thin thread of spit.

Her ears, even redder than when she drank, tickled the heart of the villain in me.

Gilbert: I don’t think I’ve had enough water yet.

Emma: The glass is right here.

Gilbert: But you’re the one who started it.

Emma: ...I can’t do this anymore.

Gilbert: Why not?

When I sat up, Emma, now kneeling, pulled my head into her arms.

Pressed against my ear was the rapid thudding of her heartbeat.

Emma: Do you understand now?

Gilbert: Nope, I didn’t get anything.

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: One more time.

Emma: ...That's right, I forgot. You're a bad man, Gil.

Gilbert: Ahaha, finally realized it?

(...Thanks to you, I remembered the seasons.)

(The seasons are a symbol that life goes on—a sign that I’m alive.)

(So long as you’re here, I guess that means I’ll keep on living too.)

Emma took in another mouthful of water and, looking shy, pressed her lips to mine again.

It was the moment another seasonal tradition was added to our story.

[Chapter 4] [Masterlist]

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you all need to realize the translators are doing this for free. dont like it? move on. that doesn't mean you get the right to slam anyone about what they're doing on their blog. everyone gets to choose what they want to post on their blog, nobody gets to decide that.

One more thing...

Yes, there are several translators, but this is a difficult job, and it absolutely unpaid. There are people who say they are willing to translate for money, but there are few of them.

And you do it for free in your free time. And you do it the best way as a hobby. It's not a job that has a deadline. So why rush it?

You don't need to compare yourself with others. We discussed this once. The translations made by different people are very different. This doesn't mean that one of them is correct and the others are wrong. The beauty of translation is that each sentence can have many interpretations. There are many ways to paraphrase in both Japanese and English. And everyone who does translation does it on their own. So… as a result, we have not just one story, but several. I really like it…

My point is… do what YOU like. Choose the characters you like, the story you want to translate, and don't worry about the rest.

You have every right to choose. No one has the right to demand anything from you. They didn't pay to demand anything. And do it at your own speed.

If you feel tired of translations, take a break. If you don't want to do this anymore, don't do it. But… don't give it up just because you feel unnecessary. This is not the case at all.

i think that anon i just slammed needs to read this. i'm friends with a handful of the other ikevil fan TL-ers, and all of us have our own ways of writing things e.g. some prefer taking more creative liberties, while some would rather keep the original stuff as much as possible etc. so i honestly don't see any problem in having multiple people/blogs TL-ing the same content.

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Silvio's 4th Birthday Party

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Azel 2025 Election Story

◍This is fan translation and may contain inaccuracy in sentences or word usage that different from original language. However, don't claim this translation as yours. All contents used are owned by CYBIRD◍

‼️Contain spoilers from Azel's main story route

Emma: Looks like we have something to celebrate today~

Azel: Huh?

While we were having breakfast like usual on a completely normal day, she suddenly blurted out something strange

Azel: Birthday?

Emma: Nope

Azel: Then...anniversary?

Emma: That's right!

Azel: What's it for?

Emma: What do you think?

Azel: I have no idea

Emma: Come on, guess it~

Azel: I don't care. Not guessing

Emma: .....Yeah. I knew it...

Emma: Afterall, today anniversary is something I came up with on my own. I got carried away and excited by myself

(Why the long face all of a sudden?)

(This dramatic act is absolutely for some stupid anniversary)

(It's so ridiculous. I don't even want to think about it.....Better to just ignore it)

Emma: ......

Azel: ......

Emma: ........

Azel: .......Ah, damn it! I will guess it, happy now?!

Emma: As expected of you, Azel! This should be a piece of cake for you, a fortune teller that always hits absolute accuracy!

Her face lit up all bright and full with joy. It's so cute —no, it's so annoying. I pinched her cheeks and squished them with my fingers

(She's totally got me dancing in the palm of her hand… But, whatever. Let's just guess what anniversary it is)

After parting ways with Emma, I stepped into my official room and began to think what kind of anniversary she could have meant

(She's calling it an anniversary...So, something probably happened to make her mark the day)

(When it comes to days that are likely stuck in Emma's memory...)

Azel: Thank you very much for making the effort to come all the way to such an isolated place. I really appreciate it Emma: Oh!

(Is it the first day we met?)

Azel: Do you want me to show you what happens if you defy me? Azel: Don't forget, to pay your debt, you became a slave of god —no, a servant of god

(Or maybe the first time I shoved the invoice at her?)

Azel: Ah, I didn't mean to Emma: W-w-what?!! You can't just accidentally do something like that, right?!! Azel: I just got too close, that's all! Stop shouting and overreacting!

(Or the first time.....no, screw that. Why the hell am I even thinking about that embarrassing crap)

Enis: Azel...you seem quite distracted today. Did something happen?

(Ah.....I forgot Enis is here)

Azel: It's nothing. Don't mind me. Anyway, you came here to consult about something, right?

Azel: The king doesn't have time for small talk. Let's get to the point

(Now that I think about it, maybe the anniversary has nothing to do with me)

(But, why would she want me to guess if it has nothing to do with me? That's ridiculous)

(If it somehow related to me, then it should be from my perspective rather than her. Ugh, do I even need to think about it though?)

Emma: I will teach and show you what true love is! Emma: I will fix your twisted view of love and make you say that your life was filled with happiness because of love!

(NO. No way is it that one. What kind of creepy lunatic celebrating the day of him turning into idiot and fool of love forever?)

(And none of those things happened long ago and can be celebrated as anniversary)

(Hmm...maybe I'm thinking this in the wrong way)

(Oh...maybe she's not even talking about the past. Maybe something happened for the first time today and it's special)

(Now that I think about it, Emma was in a weirdly good mood this morning)

(Wait...Does it mean......)

Emma: So, have you got the answer?

That night, right after she returned from town and stepped in through the door, she immediately threw the question

I took the big merchant's bag that looked out of place on her slender frame and slung it over my shoulder

Azel: Yeah yeah, I got it. It's so stupid...but whatever

Emma: Wha?! Wait, wait, REALLY??! You really do get it??!

Azel: Well, I'm a fortune teller that always hits absolute accuracy

Emma: So, what's the answer?

(It's really ridiculous, cringe and embarrassing to put it into words...)

Azel: It's something stupid like...ughh...when you wake up earlier than me for the first time or...when you look at my sleeping face or something, right?

Emma: AMAZING!! That's exactly right!

Emma: Mmf— whaa mhy fheeksh?!

Azel: Don't make stupid crap into anniversary

(What is so special if you wake up earlier and watch me sleep? I don't get it)

Emma: No, it's not stupid, you know. Azel, you're not used sharing a bed with others, right?

Emma: You always wake up before me… like your body or mind still thinks it has to stay on guard, even while you sleep

Emma: Like… some part of you still doesn't feel safe

(.......Damn you're way too sharp sometimes)

Emma: But this morning, you stayed asleep peacefully, right next to me and it make me really happy. Even though it's just a small change...it was like you finally felt safe enough to rest

Emma: That’s why I want to make today special!

She looked at me with a smile bright as the moon and before I knew it, my heart skipped a beat

(No...This is stupid) *Azel start blushing

Emma: I bought all ingredients so now I'm going to cook something special for our special day!

Before she could walk away, I pulled her into my arms

Damn it. My hand moved on its own

Emma: Azel?

Azel: Don't get the wrong idea. I just got tired and overslept. That's all.

Emma: Hehe. Okay, let's go along with that reason~

(Shit. You're always making me dance in the palm of your hand)

(Even today, I ended up thinking about you all day)

(I never wanted this ridiculous, stupid anniversary… but now I won't be able to forget it)

(Great. Another cringe memory added to the collection. What the hell am I supposed to do with it now.. Damn it)

dividers ctto @/saradika-graphics

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POSSESSIVE JUDE MARKING US Y'ALL

"I’ll mark ya so anyone can tell who ya belong to. So sit tight 'n behave."

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William's Party Event will have 6 chapters, and one of them will be told from Ethan's (head butler of the Rex family) perspective.

Ethan's Profile:

Ethan has faithfully served the prestigious Rex family for decades. From a young age, he discerned the nobility within William—who had been shunned and isolated in a remote villa, feared as a "demon" by his own parents. Recognizing William’s innate dignity, Ethan took it upon himself to provide him with an education befitting the heir to a noble house.

The turning point came when Ethan uncovered the crimes of William’s father, the previous Count Rex. Together with William, he began investigating the mysterious case known as the “Golden Butterfly.” That moment marked the beginning of everything. Even now, Ethan works behind the scenes, quietly supporting his master’s hidden dealings—he, too, is a man who walks within the shadows.

His butlering skills are second to none: from table manners and refined etiquette, to the art of tea brewing, schedule management, wardrobe curation, and even fine art appraisal. Many aspiring maids and butlers dream of serving under his tutelage.

Ethan holds you—William’s beloved partner—in the highest regard, seeing you as the dearest treasure of his young master. Whenever you visit the estate, he always welcomes you with a warm, courteous smile.

Recently, he’s admitted that his night vision isn’t what it used to be—perhaps a sign of age. He’s begun eating more carrots and blueberries for eye health, and spends his days off tending enthusiastically to his home garden.

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~New Party Event Announcement~

A Certain Day Off with William Rex

A Token of Love Hidden from the Robin

(4th Place Election Promise Event)

Today is a day you get to have him all to yourself—from morning till night.

You feed each other breakfast, carefully tend to his nails, and dressed in the gown he picked, you head off to the theater.

But what you didn’t realize was the quiet possessiveness he left behind...

―― This is the story of a certain day off spent by William Rex and his most beloved.

The Avatars:

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With You through every Season ~

(5th Anniversary Story Event - Me and You, Always)

▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian

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 but do not repost. hope you enjoy!

~chapter 4

Just as I was about to hand it over, I pulled the glass back and took a sip myself.

Sensing the mischief in the air, Emma shut her eyes—

With the alcohol still in my mouth, I pressed my lips to hers, and she accepted it without resistance.

(Hmm… I meant for that to be a bit mean, but she took it so easily.)

To add a bit of mischief, I gently bit her lip.

Emma, in return, lightly grazed mine back with her teeth.

What was supposed to be a prank turned unexpectedly tender.

When our lips parted and our eyes met, she gave me a shy, flustered look.

Emma: I knew you were going to do that

Gilbert: I thought you’d at least put up a little fight.

Emma: Why?

Gilbert: Huh..

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: …Heehee

Emma: Gil?

Gilbert: Nope, it’s fine if you’re not even aware of it.

(The old you would’ve been trembling and totally confused.)

As one season passed into the next, whether it was that Emma had learned to accept even malice as affection, or whether her sensitivity itself had simply transformed into love– I couldn’t say.

All I knew was that something that used to feel so empty inside now burned with warmth.

(My heartbeat’s annoyingly loud.)

(I’ve fallen this hard for her... for my little rabbit.)

Emma: Ah!

Suddenly, as if something clicked, Emma stood up.

Following her gaze, a wave of light burst forth from beyond the mountains—

Emma: Woww!

The thick darkness covering the sky was swept away by the light.

As the world brightened, it gently illuminated Emma’s profile.

(So bright…)

Emma: The sunrise from here really is beautiful, isn’t it?

Gilbert: ...Yeah

I found myself staring at her, wrapped in a golden veil of morning light.

(I used to think the world was rotting—overwhelmed by a stench I couldn’t bear…)

(But… there are still beautiful things left in this world.)

(I probably never would’ve noticed, if not for Emma.)

As the harsh season passed and the air began to grow just a little gentler—

Emma: Look at this! My masterpiece!

For once, she had invited me to her room. When I stepped inside, I found it filled with countless blooming flowers.

(So this is how spring shows up here, huh.)

Even in spring, the Obsidian Castle—situated in a frigid region—was far from kind to flowers.

Though artificially grown flowers did circulate on occasion, they were rare and expensive.

Filling an entire room with them would be difficult even with money.

(She probably wanted real flowers, deep down...)

I picked up the nearest one. It was an artificial flower, carefully sewn together from fabric.

Gilbert: It’s really well made.

Emma: Does it actually look like a flower field?

Gilbert: It does. A rare sight in Obsidian, that’s for sure.

(She just wanted to make me happy… there’s probably no other reason, is there?)

Every single artificial flower here was beautiful.

They were too precious to be blooming inside the grimy, stained walls of Obsidian Castle.

I knew they would have been better off displayed somewhere else—

But I swallowed both the thought and the emotions that came with it.

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. I’ve got a present for you too.

Gilbert: It’s somewhere in this room… think you can find it?

Emma: When did you even—?

(I knew you'd been secretly making flowers every night.)

Emma walked slowly through the flower-filled room, inspecting each one with care.

Then, as she reached the neatly arranged desk, she suddenly stopped.

Emma: …A real flower?

She picked up a small bouquet that had been hidden among the fabric blooms, then turned to me in surprise.

Gilbert: I tried growing anemones without telling you.

Gilbert: They look beautiful as a bouquet, don’t they?

Emma: …Yeah

Emma: They’re… really beautiful.

Holding the white anemone bouquet close, Emma lowered her gaze gently.

For a while, neither of us spoke, simply letting time pass in the soft light.

(Normally I’d give her black flowers… but today is different.)

(She’s the one who brought the season to me—so I want to thank her for that.)

(White flowers suit Emma perfectly.)

Emma: The truth is… I was a little worried.

Gilbert: Hm?

Emma: It felt like you were holding yourself back a bit from enjoying the seasons.

Emma: I kept wondering if I was just meddling… if I was doing something unnecessary.

(Ah… of course you noticed.)

As I let out a faint, involuntary smile, Emma seemed to realize she wasn't wrong.

Emma: But now, you’ve started giving the seasons back to me…

Emma: And it feels like this bouquet carries all the warmth of those smiles that have slowly become real…

Emma: It really touched my heart.

Gilbert: You say strange things. You know I don’t lie, don’t you?

Gilbert: I was happy to receive the seasons from you too.

(I could’ve brushed it off lightly, but…)

Surrounded by the countless beautiful artificial flowers, I let out a quiet breath.

Gilbert: …As you already know, I couldn’t go outside back then.

Gilbert: Staying shut in my room all the time, I couldn’t feel Obsidian’s already faint sense of seasons.

Gilbert: I guess my brother must’ve pitied me for that.

Gilbert: Just like you, he started gifting them to me.

That alone was enough for Emma to understand everything.

Her lips parted—probably to say “I’m sorry”—but she bit them instead, swallowing the words.

And in their place, she offered a gentle smile that wrapped around every emotion.

Emma: …Did you enjoy it?

(...)

Even without hearing it, she would know the answer.

(I loved someone… and forgot the seasons.)

(But you brought them back, and gave them to me again.)

(This past year… I really did have something to hold onto.)

(The seasons I thought I’d never hold again…)

Emma returned the bouquet to the desk, then stepped forward and opened her arms, wrapping them around my cold body.

Her warmth—soft and full of spring—soaked into my frozen heart that had long been stiff with blood.

Emma: I’m glad you smiled, Gil.

Gilbert: …Even though I’m a villain.

Emma: I know

(The truth is… I always loved it)

(That moment—when we made memories with every change of season… back then, and even now…)

(Even after killing so many people… some things really don’t change, huh)

Gilbert: Hey, Emma

Gilbert: Thank you

[Chapter 3] [Masterlist] [Epilogue]

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wedding event was horrible, but me here managed to survive. good work, everyone. 🫂💜

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In honoir of clavis sequel i decided to draw my favorite NPCs from Clavis main route!!

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so i was rereading some of nica’s past event stories, and i’ve whipped up a few theories.

nica seems to really hate getting dirty. not just in the usual sense, but to the point where he specifically emphasizes how much he despises it. my guess? the twins were often covered in dirt in the past, and it brings back bad memories.

also going back to the election story, remember how nica was screaming for help, saying things like “it was supposed to be me”? a lot of people have already theorized that they were experimented on. but maybe, before being taken in for those experiments, they were just street orphans wandering around. abandoned perhaps?

and as for darius, i have a strong feeling he somehow rescued the two of them from that lab, or whatever dangerous situation they were in. otherwise, it makes no sense for nica to quietly tolerate darius insulting and ordering around ring, his younger brother, whom he’s so protective of. under normal circumstances, he’d never let anyone treat ring like that. the way he endures it makes it feel like they owe darius something... like he saved them, and nica can’t ignore that debt.

either that, or maybe they made some kind of pact with him. perhaps darius promised them something in return for joining his ‘family’... a deal they couldn’t afford to refuse.

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can cybirb just tease us with the next route pv alr? the impatience is killing me.

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Book of Memories: Silvio and Azel

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 a collab translation with @/mapleibara. I'll be translating the 4 chapters while she'll be doing the ECB. Credits will be given accordingly.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~

˖˖࣪ Early Clear Bonus (ECB) (@.mapleibara)

˖˖࣪ Chapter 1

˖˖࣪ Chapter 2

˖˖࣪ Chapter 3

˖˖࣪ Chapter 4

[cosmowgyral]

Book of Memories: Silvio and Azel

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 but do not repost. Hope you enjoy!

video credits: @.mapleibara ♡

⊱ Chapter 4

Silvio: …That bastard wanted to come back no matter what it took.

Silvio: Do you know why?

Azel: No, he’s never told me himself.

Azel: And besides—am I even supposed to ask about that?

Silvio: Probably not.

Silvio: …But the fact you’re asking that way means you’ve got a guess, don’t ya?

Azel: Yes, well… more or less.

He looked up at the night sky and let out a soft, quiet breath.

Azel: Because I was a "slave." Wasn’t I?

The prince laughed quietly, lifting his eyes to the same enormous moon.

Silvio: I had drinks with him once, back in the day.

--flashback--

Silvio: …I could get ya back to Tanzanite.

Silvio: But if someone who’s been exiled tries to go back, wouldn’t they risk gettin’ executed?

???: If I’m caught, yeah. Even if the god tries to stop it, the High Priest will make sure I die.

Silvio: You’d still go back? It’s not like you’re even attached to your homeland.

???: …True. But there’s this adorable little brother of mine in that country. He's like an angel.

Silvio: Thought he was a god, not an angel.

???: I hate the word “god.”

Silvio: Didn’t mean to offend ya, but far as I’ve heard, Tanzanite’s god doesn’t have any nasty rumors around him.

Silvio: He oughta be treated well, right? Can’t see what you’re so worked up about.

???: Gods… are just slaves to people.

Silvio: Huh?

???: People beg the gods for salvation and selfishly wish for miracles.

???: My little brother has always listened to countless prayers… and granted them.

???: So what’s the difference between that and being a slave?

???: Even though he’s saved so many, no one ever thinks to give anything back to him.

???: Because saving people is just “what gods are supposed to do,” right?

???: They work themselves to the bone, used and discarded—how’s that any different from a slave?

Silvio: …That how it is?

???: You’ll see when you go to Tanzanite. That country still chains my sweet little brother down like a damn slave.

???: Technically, I guess he’s being threatened.

???: He’s smart. But after his two older brothers were tortured half to death… he didn’t have a choice but to obey.

Silvio: …If all that’s true, then maybe this god ain’t anything like I imagined.

???: Yeah. That’s why, even if I get killed or tortured again… I can’t let him live like a slave.

???: You’re the eldest too, right, Prince Silvio? You’d understand.

Silvio: Tch

--flashback ends--

Silvio: …Wasn’t sure what to believe, honestly. Thought maybe your brother was just talkin’ big.

Azel: But after chasing me around all day, you realized the whole "slave" thing was true.

Silvio: …Don’t make it sound like I’m some kind of stalker.

Azel: My apologies.

Silvio: So, you really think of yourself as a "slave" too, huh. Your brother didn’t want you hearing that word, ya know.

Azel: Gods and slaves aren’t so different, really. The only thing that changes is the name.

Silvio: …Like that desert rose?

Azel: Exactly.

At nearly the same moment, their eyes turned to a patch of wild grass.

The plant, called a “rose,” had taken root firmly in the wasteland.

Silvio: …Doesn’t it bother you?

Azel: Of course it does.

Azel: I used to dream of freedom too. But I’m a god.

Azel: As long as I sit on this throne, I have to keep being a source of salvation for the people.

Azel: The people of Tanzanite can’t live without their god anymore.

A cold wind swayed the wild rose in its place.

Silvio: …That’s just bullshit.

Azel: Bull…shit?

Silvio: Huh?

Azel: I’m sorry, it’s just not a word I’m familiar with. Is that a Benitoitian term?

Silvio: Hell no.

Silvio: For someone who knows everything, ya sure don’t know the useless stuff.

He downed the rest of his drink and set the cup down on the mat.

Azel looked genuinely curious, his divine eyes silently asking for an explanation.

Silvio: "Bullshit"’s what ya say when somethin’ just pisses you off—when ya can’t take it anymore.

Azel: Hmm…

Silvio: Guess it’s kinda filthy for someone holy like you to be sayin'.

Azel: But it has a nice ring to it. Bullshit.

Azel: I especially like how far it feels from anything sacred.

Silvio: Hah. Then on days like this, go ahead and shout it out.

Silvio: Like—“You damn bastards! Let me rest already!”

Azel’s star-filled eyes widened, then broke into bubbling laughter.

Azel: That’s good. Next time I feel like swearing, I’ll say bullshit.

He chuckled for a while, shoulders shaking. Then, with a more serious expression, he turned to Silvio.

Azel: Thank you, Prince Silvio.

Azel: I feel like I’ve learned something truly important… something deeply human.

Silvio: …What’re ya on about?

Azel: Because "bullshit"—that’s a word only humans are allowed to say, right?

Silvio: ……

Azel: As expected of Prince Silvio… not just a first-rate source of gold—but a truly great seafarer.

Silvio: Hey, I heard that.

Azel: I was so deeply moved, I’ve decided. Starting today, I’m your loyal servant. I’ll follow you for life.

Silvio: You think butterin’ me up like that’s gonna make me throw cash at ya—

Silvio: Hey—wait, don’t actually try to lick my boots!!

The quiet desert night swallowed their voices, still warm with laughter.

It was the first time the great seafarer and the sacred god truly opened up to one another.

It was the beginning of a bond that would last a lifetime.

[Chapter 3] [Masterlist]

[cosmowgyral]

A Wicked Proposal ~

William Rex

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 but do not repost. hope you enjoy!

Whenever music echoed through Crown Castle, my feet instinctively carried me to the grand hall.

As I opened the door, the one playing the melody lifted the corners of his mouth and turned those blood-red eyes toward me.

Kate: I heard you playing… so I ended up coming over.

I smiled as I spoke, and he gently brought his hands to a stop.

William: Calling you here is easy in this castle.

William: Like a butterfly to a flower—you’re always drawn to me by the sound of music.

It was a scene I had come to know so well.

But this time, something was different—something placed on top of the piano.

Roses?

I tilted my head, catching sight of a large bouquet of roses.

It looked just like the deep red bouquet I had given him on his birthday once.

Only… this one seemed a little bigger.

William: You gave me a bouquet of 99 roses on my birthday, didn’t you?

Will stood up, the bouquet in hand, and walked toward me.

Then, he gently held it out.

William: This is for you.

Kate: Huh...

The moment I took it into my arms, the scent of roses filled the air, and I closed my eyes slightly.

(To think Will would give me such a huge bouquet…)

Kate: Thank you so much… I’m really happy.

As I basked in the joy, he pointed at the bouquet.

William: 108 roses.

Kate: Huh?

William: You gave me 99 roses before… so you know what that means, don’t you?

The meaning of roses changes with the number given.

One rose means love at first sight. Three roses, a confession. Ninety-nine roses—I want to be with you forever.

And 108 roses—

Please marry me.

(No way…)

When I looked up, Will was smiling as he opened a small box.

Inside, something silver shimmered.

William: My sense of justice—punishing evil and granting people freedom—that self-righteousness of mine won’t change.

William: To bind someone is the same as taking away their freedom.

William: And you, of all people, know how much I hate that.

Taking the ring, he gently reached for my left hand.

William: But… you were the one exception.

William: I don’t want anyone else to have you. I want to be by your side. I want you to keep your eyes only on me.

William: When I look at you, all these selfish desires keep surfacing… and honestly, it troubles me.

William: So I decided—why not give that desire a form?

He gently slipped the silver ring onto my ring finger.

William: This is the one and only bond I’ll ever place on you.

A shimmering jewel, a silver ring.

A symbol of eternity.

A bond shaped by love—something far from freedom.

William: I think I’ll claim just this one finger for myself.

Will pressed a kiss to my ring finger, a small smile tugging at his lips.

William: My lover… and my knight, Kate.

William: Will you live by my side—until the final line is drawn between us?

(Marriage… I never even considered it.)

Just being by his side, the man who loved freedom above all, was enough to make me happy.

I never imagined giving him a reason to be bound to anyone.

As long as we could keep smiling together, forever…that was all I ever wished for.

I didn’t need marriage. Just being with him was enough for me.

But he was different.

He gave me one, single, beautiful bond—a tie born of happiness.

(Nothing could make me happier than this.)

Without even wiping away the tears streaming down my face, I threw myself into his arms.

And just like always, he held me close.

Kate: Yes… please let me stay with you, for the rest of my life…!

A soft chuckle brushed against my ear, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

Then, he held out his left hand in front of me, eyes glancing toward his ring finger.

William: You should claim mine too—

With those words, I kissed his ring finger.

William: I love you, Kate.

Even if the day comes when we’re separated by the final line—

(We don’t yet know what form that day will take. We can’t even imagine it right now.)

But there’s one thing I do know.

As his lips drew closer, I closed my eyes.

In the slow, gentle touch as our lips met, I savored this moment—this fleeting, precious moment in time.

And even if the end comes someday—this love will never fade, not even in our final breath.

[cosmowgyral]

if you mean the letters saved as pictures, then this is an example i have..

the previous one is a letter from jude that i got from his route release ce, where as the second one is the wedding certificate from the en event.

for ikepri jp, im f2p, so i can't help you much with that. but here were the ones from ikevil i thought might be helpful.

in case, you mean the complete handwritten letters from the suitors that are saved in the gallery, i think it was an en exclusive one.

Oh thank you for responding, but what I mean is letter that save to your gallery🥹 I want to see the font that they use there, is it similiar with the English server?

I still don't understand you, dear. I've taken screenshots from the game. They're from my gallery.

If you're referring to my letters translations, then no, it's a different font. I chose it because it looks like handwriting and at the same time it's pretty easy to read. And I like the way it looks. Very neat.

A bit later...

I asked a friend for advice. And she said that you might have meant letters that look like pictures.

Unfortunately, I'm f2p on the JP server, and I don't have many of them. The ones I have only contain JP text.

Maybe one of them can help:

@judesmoonbeauty @dark-frosted-heart @cheshireliam @cosmowgyral @caffedrine @reccyls @otomehoneyybearr

I'm sorry I couldn't help you.