#aaah finally had time to have this engraved

[biscuit-and-jam]

[dearestgojo]

Aww!! You're so sweet. 🥺

If you're up for it, I'm in an angsty mood. I'm thinking of a scene where it's the night Toji decides he's leaving Megumi and never coming back.

Oooor if we want spicy (but still angsty), how about Nanami railing YN hours before he gets called in to go to Shibuya.

I'm fine with either one! Dealer's choice. 🤩 Thanks again for the game!

— Hikari

A/n: Aaah okay so I kind teared up at the end not going to lie. Again thank you for playing, and, even though I enjoy writing my own fics,i have so much fun when I get to write for y'all.

I do have another Game going on right now for those who didn't get a chance to play last time.

Nanami x Fem reader

Warnings: 18+ Vaginal Penetration. Unprotected Sex. Over-stimulation. Cockwarming.

Word Count: 577

Your leg is thrown over his thigh that’s bent, foot planted on the soft mattress, your opposite leg is wrapped around his waist in a futile attempt to keep as close as possible when he draws his hips back. The wedding photo at the end of the nightstand is starting to shake from how hard the back of the headboard is hitting the wall from Kento’s thrusts, in a few more seconds it’ll be lying on the ground. The clock next to the picture reads one am, you’d gone to bed four hours ago, only to be awakened two hours later by your husbands wandering hands.

He’d been whispering in your ear about how he’d be gone on a mission and wouldn’t be able to touch you like this for a while, his hands pushing the satin nightgown over your hips. At the time you thought it’d be good for the two of you if you indulged him and let him have his fiil, which was the longest he could last thirty minutes. You’d realize now that you had underestimated his stamina, even without having to use his cursed technique, he’d been filling up your cunt for the past two hours, going on three.

“N-no more.” You whine between hiccups, crying from the overstimulation. Nails digging into the taut muscles of his forearms.

“O-one more,” he lets your legs drop to the mattress, putting his full weight on top of you. Your legs encircle his waist, and his forehead is pressed to your, fingers tangled in your hair. “Just one more.” There was desperation in his voice and in the way his hips moved against your pelvis. “Just one fucking m-more.”

You didn’t know if he wanted you to cum just one more time or if he meant one more hour. But it didn’t matter because the coil in the pit of your belly was starting to tighten once again. You wrap your arms around his neck, one hand tugging at the hair and the bottom of his nap, and the other holding on to his shoulder while you raise your hips to meet his. Between choked sobs you managed to warn him that you were close, “I’m going to c-cum.”

His breath mingles with yours when he moans, “I know, can feel you.” His eyes are looking into yours, hips not stopping as they slam into yours. You can feel every vein and pulse inside of you, like your brain is trying to engrave the feeling of him seated in you into itself.

The last thing you feel before your eyes roll back and your world becomes white is Kento's face as he falls apart, his seed spilling into you. Your back arches off the mattress, the arms around his neck tightening. Your breathing erratic as you come down from your high, Kento still inside of you, dick softening finally.

The two of you stay like that for the rest of the night. Your body pressed as physically as possible to him, his hands playing with your hair, You fell asleep in his arms. You stay like that until the sun rises and he has to go.

You stay in bed watching him get dressed. You stay in bed when he presses kiss all over your face telling you how much he loves you.

Had you known that was the last time you’d get to say those words to each other you would’ve said them more.

General Taglist: @fushigum @sadtrains @rinsangel @semieitasleftthigh @mvttsvn @chaotic-fangirl-blog @tirzamisu @fiona782 @fairybnha3

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

▶Hey there Floyd why don'tcha burn yourself and ruin that lovely brand Percival gave you. I'm *sure* he won't give you another one. Yeah :)

Ohh boy, thank you so much for this ask Nemi. The response got out of hand, as always, but it was a ton of fun to write. This is completely non-canon, but linking the masterlist for the rest of Persistence for context.

Content warnings: forced self-harm and general discussion of/brief loss of autonomy due to outside forces, burning/branding, creepy/intimate whumper, mild gore (some description of blood, cuts, burns), and the narrator is played as a character in the story.

Specific warning that you are in the point of view of the person who gave the command here. They are remorseless and actively help the whumper for a brief period. Proceed with caution if that could be upsetting to you. ————————————

Floyd’s eyes go wider with every word you say.

“Nhh- no. No. That’s- you’re…” He looks down at you in complete disbelief and denial. The mere thought of doing what you commanded sends his heart racing with immeasurable fear, intense hatred, and the tiniest shred of forbidden desire.

“You can’t possibly mean that. Please, you don’t-” You cut him off, knowing he’ll keep prattling on if you don’t, and insist that you do very much mean what you said. Every single word of it. Floyd doesn’t listen- can’t listen to you.

“You don’t know how he is. What he would do if I- if I- I can’t,” he throws his hands down resolutely, but his voice is shaking and his expression is uncertain. Floyd feels the immense power radiating from you. The air is thick with it, making it difficult to breathe with the command incessantly weighing on him. On some level, he understands the luxury of declining an order and knows he will not have it here. 

He’s silent for a few seconds, held back as your words take root in him and control wiggles another inch out of his grasp. Floyd moves as the command urges him to, if only out of the desire to maintain some desperate authority over his own actions. He reaches up to the collar with his shackled hands first, feeling along the back of it in hopes that the locking mechanism has come undone and he’ll simply be able to slip it off. It’s... not. 

A few tugs on the leather does nothing but chafe against constantly irritated sores: a sharp pain dulled by repetition. Floyd looks to you as if he’s going to make some half-hearted comment about how he can’t do this with the magic restrictor on, or ask what you think he should do, but his mind has already plotted out his options for him, is already gathering magic within him that makes the collar buzz in anticipation. 

He’s staring at the metal shackles, now. The length of chain between them that stretches just far enough to reach both sides of his chest. He recognizes their untapped potential, as much as he wishes he didn’t. A bare hand of fire could surely do the trick, but a flame on its own is far too unwieldy. He’d have to hold it longer, reign in flickering tendrils, potentially move it across the brand…

As excruciating as the metal branding had been, replicating that scenario would be the easiest choice. 

“What did I ever do to you?” Floyd’s voice cracks as he pushes against Percival’s seal, letting the heat of his magic spill and flow to his hands, clutching the chain between the shackles. “I- I’ve never even met you, you aren’t a member of his crew… why are you doing this to me? I can’t usually sense magic but I feel your power, it’s- it’s incredible, I’m sure you could choose to do anything with it. So why this? Why- aAAH-!” He doubles over, unable to speak as a scream forces its way out.

You stand silently, watching the magic restrictor finally kick in at full force. Floyd tenses up, muscles in his arms and shoulders twitching as he rides out waves of uncontrollable pain, still pouring magic into the shackles which are now glowing a faint red. It’s a vicious cycle, but eventually the pain stagnates and Floyd peels his eyes back open to glare at you. They’re crazed and glassy. They’re beautiful.

“Well?! Please, if you won’t let me stop, if you’re really going to let this happen to me, just tell me why!” Every word shakes, wet with tears in his throat. A sheen of sweat coats his skin. The metal is almost orange, and you can feel the heat from where you’re standing only a few feet away.

You shrug and grin, thoroughly enjoying yourself by this point. You may not be affiliated with Percival, you explain, but you admire his work. And it’s not your fault that Floyd happens to be such a perfect subject to display it on.

“You, you’re… hhhhnnh- you’re sick,” Floyd spits, crying out again when the pain ramps up. 

Yeah, you nod, holding back a laugh. That just about sums it up. 

Floyd is panting audibly now, his efforts exhausting him completely. You see his own magical power draining, only supported by the sheer willpower and necessity of your command. The metal was hot enough long ago, which both Floyd and you had recognized, but he hadn’t been able to press it against his own skin. With nowhere else to go, the magic heated it more and more.

Two feet separate Floyd’s brand and the bright orange shackles trying to singe his hands as he lets go of his magic, the restrictor finally settling as well. Any pain left is a penetrating soreness, but far more pleasant than what he’d endured for the better part of a few minutes. 

You tease him, ask him what he’s waiting for now, and are seriously considering just burning him yourself when someone else bursts into the room. It’s sudden and loud, and Floyd startles, losing his focus on resistance for just long enough that the command takes a secure hold, shoving his hands against his chest, stretching the chain across the brand, and keeping it there. 

Floyd wails, crashing down to his knees. Percival is standing by the door, disbelief quickly melting away in favor of rage. He stalks over, tears Floyd’s hands away from the brand as he only screams louder, and shoves him down on his front. Percival either can’t see you or didn’t care to take note of your presence, and you continue to watch as he berates his captive.

“What the hell was that?! Hm? Care to fucking explain yourself, Benedict?”

Floyd writhes under him, trying to get heavy pressure off of the fresh burn as Percival’s heel grinds him into the ground. He can’t even seem to form words yet, so soon after the burn. Hysterical laughter bubbles up in Percival’s throat, not quite quashed by the fury still radiating off of him. 

“You had better have a damn good reason for this,” he says, flipping Floyd to lay on his back and straddling his waist instead. One arm pins Floyd’s wrists above his head, keeping the hot metal far away from the rest of his vulnerable body, and exposing the damage done.Torn skin is already beginning to welt up, and the original brand is almost completely ruined. 

“Not only did you use your magic, but you used it to put yourself in danger and mutilate the mark I so lovingly bestowed upon you,” he sneers, tracing fingers over the pale, irritated skin. Floyd jerks away at every touch, shaking his head and sobbing.

“No, p-please- AAAAH! Please! I didn’t ha-ave a choice! I promise I didn’t- I didn’t want this, I would never want this!” Tears spill down his cheeks and he can’t bear to look Percival in the eye as he pleads, squeezing his shut instead. 

“You can’t lie to me, Benedict. I see how you look at my mark. How you cover it, try to pretend it’s not even there... It was only a matter of time before you tried to get rid of it, wasn’t it?” 

“Not like this…” Floyd pants, “It hu-urts, it hurts so much, I- I can’t, I couldn’t-”

“But you did. You’re just regretting it, as you should.” Percival shrugs and Floyd shakes his head again, sobbing harder. “No sense in crying over it now, darling; you’ll need to save a few tears for when I can fix this proper.”

Floyd’s eyes fly open wide. He’d expected it, of course. He should have been ready to hear those words and brace for that pain all over again. But he wasn’t.

“Nhh…” He can’t even force out a word before Percival presses especially hard on the burn and he shrieks. 

“Yes. But I think you’ve done quite enough damage yourself for one day, don’t you agree?” Percival sits back as Floyd nods, reaching into his pocket. 

“You there,” Percival says without turning his head, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to you. You swallow hard, greeting him when Percival finally looks you over. “Hold him down.”

You nod and do so gladly as he draws a small, sturdy knife from his boot. The wooden handle is beautifully engraved, and you can’t help but admire it as you settle your hands on Floyd’s shoulders, leaning your weight against his frantic struggles. He’s trembling and breathing hard as the tip of the knife approaches his skin. 

“What- what are you- please don’t, please please please...” Floyd’s voice fades to a reedy whisper.

“This is just a temporary solution,” Percival says as he dips the knife into the middle of his marred insignia, carving out along the figure eight. 

Floyd screams, voice breaking off in intervals, and he pulls against you in a weak effort to get away. Blood drips down from the wound, only serving to dirty his chest further. Percival is efficient, carving beautiful curves through ruined skin, and when he drags the finishing lines down Floyd’s chest, the man finally goes limp. 

With the command finally fulfilled, you fade away, saluting Percival and smiling wide as you go.

[vampire03]

Diabolik Christmas

Everyone x reader Christmas special

"Hnnn...mmm..." Y/N woke up feeling something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes and tried to move. She saw blond locks in front of her. Shu.

"G'morning, troublesome creature." He mumbled sleepily.

"Good morning, Shu." Y/N smiles.

Shu rolled to her side and without opening his eyes says "There is a gift here in your room. Find it yourself, it's too bothersome to show you where it is...". Then he fell asleep again.

Y/N sighed and chuckled at his usual behavior. She looked around her room and under her bed she found a tiny yellow giftbox with a neat blue ribbon on top. Y/N opened it and inside there was a silver collar with musical notes engraved on it in beautiful shapes.

(Something like this, I couldn't find a better image, Im sowwyyy TwT)

"Thank you, Shu!" Y/N said as she coverd him with an electric blanket. That was his Christmas present from her. He smiled and snuggled even more in it without opening his eyes.

Then she exited the room and started walking to the kitchen. There surely will be some leftovers on the table, right?

On the way two arms snaked around her body from behind and a familiar flirty voice was heard.

"Bitch-chaaaaaan~ Merry Christmas!"

"Laito!" Y/N chuckled and leaned into his embrace.

"Look what I got you!" He happily squealed as he spayed something on her neck.

"Kyaaaah!" She welped in surprise. Then se smelled... perfume? A really nice perfume with vanilla and something else, that made the aroma sweet and sexy at the same time.

"Nfu. Use it wisely!" He chuckled and pecked her cheek, dissapearing as fast as he appeared. She will give him the fancy watch she got him later, it seemed.

Y/N blushed and smiled, putting the perfume in her pocked as she finally reached the kitchen. There a pile of deleicious food awaited her, a certain black-haired vampire with glasses was turning the leftovers from Christmas Eve into masterpieces.

"Good morning, Reiji, and Merry Christmas!" Y/N happily greated.

"Aaah, good morning, Y/N! And Merry Christmas. He smiled as he gestured towards to table, inviting her to sit.

She sat down and in front of her were served delicious dishes - steak with vegetables, fruits with whipped cream, baked apples and candies. Her eyes filled with joy.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Y/N handed Reiji a blue giftbox with silver-red ribbon. His facial expression became somewhat happy and excited in a really childish way. Inside the box was a... blue baggy sweather?

"You are always dressed up in a formal manner... Why don't you wear more comfy clothes once in a while?" Y/N happily said as she looked at him. He had already put on the sweater and looked so cute. They both smiled.

"But where are my manners?" He asked himself as he gave her a tiny black box. She opened it and inside was a silver ring with a big sapphire on top.

"It's so beautiful!" She said as she put it on.

"I'm glad." Reiji smiled and handed her a cup of tea. Y/N thanked him and took a sip. When she looked around again, Reiji was nowhere to be seen.

"Hm? They dissapear and appear so fast!"

She looked around the kitchen for more leftovers to eat and saw a bunny plushie and a note attached to it. "This is Lilly. Me and Teddy decided she will enjoy being your friend." Was written by a certain purple haired vampire. Awww. She has prepared new clothes for Teddy and a fancy, somehow lolita coat for Kanato. She will have to give them to him later.

She then turned towards the exit to walk away and saw a note on the table.

"Oi, Chichinashi. Me and this Kino guy decided to have fun with you. We won't give you you presents so easily - you gotta find them!"

Yup. That's in Ayato's style. And the handwritting was so messy. There was no mistake. Y/N took the note and searched around for something left from Ayato and/or Kino. Almost half an hour later, she decided to search in the pool area. And she found another note on a bench.

"Did you think that we will give you the present so easily, Princess?" You will have to earn it! And swim all the way to the bottom of the pool to get it, hahaha!"

That handwritting was also messy, but still neater than Ayato's. Kino. Of course when these two pranksters somehow find a way to work together, it will be something like this. Good thing that she knew how to swim. She dived in and found a tiny black box on the bottom of the pool. She took it and got out of the water.

She opened it with excitement, only to find another note.

"Hahahaha, you fell for it!" Was written in Ayato's handwritting. "That was just a warm-up, the real present is on the bottom of the lake!" Was written in Kino's handwriting. These two jerks! Urgh!!!

Anyway, Y/N stretched up nicely and prepared herself. She went to the lake and dived into the cold water.

After a few unsuccessful tries she finaly found two red boxes with black ribbons and took them.

Once on land she opened the forst box.

"Ha! I knew you will open Ore-sama's present first! Now you can enjoy my scent whenever you go!" Was written on a card.

In the box there was one of Ayato's old shirts he used for basketball tranings. It was neatly washed, and folded. Heh, guess someone had aked Reiji for help. Was that present a sign of his ownership over her? Knowing Ayato, probably it was. And there were these nice sporty shoes too. They were really comfy and nice! She will play basketball with him after that. She smiled.

Then she opened Kino's present - inside there was a brand new iPhone.

"Now you can download that multiplayer game I told you about and we can play it together, right, princess?" Was written on a tiny card. That looked expensive. But more importantly, it was so sweet too! She will now spend more time with him as well.

Y/N decided she will give them their presents later at dinner - for Ayato a pair of jeans with one of its legs originaly shorter. Just in Ayato's style. And for Kino - a waterproof mini camera. He would love making unique photoshoots with it! She smiled yet again and went to take a shower, so she won't catch a cold after that.

After the shower she went to her room. She found a silver beautiful bracelet with the infinity sign and a tiny note, written in a messy manner.

"Merry Christmas! I wish you health and luck and whatever you mortals wish each other." Aaah, Subaru. Always Tsundere. She had already left his gift in his room. It was only a matter of time for him to find it. A very fluffy white pillow for him to hug in his sleep. She knew he secretly needed to hug something in his sleep.

She looked around her room again. And her gaze landed on her desk. There she found a weird heart? It was made of wires?

"Dear Eve. This is a part of the gift from the Mukami brothers to you. The other parts are in the music room, the garden and the torture chamber. Please seek Yuma for help if you have troubles assembling it. We want you to enjoy finding your gift and constructing it." Was written on a note with neat letters by Ruki, apparently.

Y/N searched all the places she was told and thankfully the Mukamis didn't prank her like Ayato and Kino did. She found 3 other hearts like this, a frame and some more wires.

Somehow she assembled it all on her own and got this:

(Imaginge that instead of "Be mine" is written "Be ours")

It was a night lamp! A very creative one! Now her nights won't be completely dark. She put it on the nightstand and enjoyed its light some more before turning it off again and going to each of the Mukami's rooms to leave them her presents - a professional kitchen knife set for Ruki, fancy jewelry for Kou, this giant encyclopedia about gardening Yuma wanted so much and an ukulele for Azusa.

And as she walked away from Azusa's room, she was suddenly hopped on the back of a certain wolf. "Nii-san is waiting for us!" Shin huffed as he ran really fast through the hallway.

He reached Carla's room where the white-haired man was waiting for them. He handed her a big fancy box.

Inside there was on of those two-pieces paintings.

"This is from our mansion's art collection. Feel honoured and Merry Christmas" Carla explained.

She thanked them multiple times. There was an wide ugly empty space on the wall in her room. Now it will finally be pretty!

"Carla, Shin... Did you find your Christmas presents?"

"Yes!" They cheerfuly said in unison and took out large doggy sweathers, put them on and changed into their wolf forms. They looked so fancy snd royal like that!

They woofed happily and Y/N went to the kitchen, smiling, remembering she has to help Reiji with dinner now. When she passes through the living room, a sleepy Shu pulled her into his embrace. She giggled and hugged back, as she felt Reiji take her hand and kissing it. Then the triplets came - rubbing their noses with hers, kissing her face. Kino appeared from behind and started playing with her hair. The Mukami brothers also joined in the kissing and hugging, as two way too familiar wolves came and snuggled with her. Subaru came out of nowhere as well.

Before she knew it, she was squished between 13 demons, who showered her with kisses and love, feeling like one big, big family.

Merry Christmas and Happy New year!

Sorry that there are no pictures for some of the presents. Tumblr has limit of 10 photos per post...

[okuraiani]

“Secret Project” — Ikemen Prince Prologue

I talked about this the other day, but today I can finally announce that I've finished (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I've finished translating the prologue for Ikemen Prince!

It's been a few days since the game was released, but I still want to share some of my impressions with you before you guys plunge into the madness that is my translation (￣▽￣*)ゞ

Truth be told, I had mixed feelings about this game when I first heard about it. It honestly reminded me quite much about Midnight Cinderella (which I am not so fond of as I am of others) although the premise is different here. However, said premise is exactly what got me interested in the game. The basis for this game is the tale of The Beauty and the Beast; a very well-known one, I think. I was curious as to how they would include this into the story, but as of now it looks really promising („• ֊ •„)

The system is really similar to Ikemen Genjiden, so it is not too difficult if you already got used to it before (though it's definitely different from Ikemen Revolution and Ikemen Vampire.) For those who don't know Ikemen Genjiden's system yet: Don't worry, it is really not that hard to figure out!

The visuals are really great and fit the theme extremely well. As for the attire for each suitor, I think most of them are incredibly pretty! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

The three initial suitors are as expected Leon, Chevalier and Yves. I did think that Leon and Chevalier were obvious choices because they are the leaders of each faction ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ and although I'm not too sure how Yves fits in there, I wasn't especially surprised about him being one of the first suitors.

Moreover, the prologue is fully voiced, which makes it a really worthwhile experience (*￣▽￣)b

So, without any further ado, please enjoy Ikemen Prince's prologue! I hope many people will come to love this game (share some love with Ikemen Live and Ikemen Genjiden too, please) so that we'll see an English version in the future °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

(By the way, Emma is the preset name if you don't choose any other (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) Also, I apologize beforehand for any typos or formatting mistakes. It was... a lot of text (ಥ﹏ಥ))

Part 1 — A Tale That Started in a Bookstore

A sweet love like fluffy, melting cotton candy. A bitter love like black tea without sugar or milk. There are many types of love stories in this world. Every time I come in contact with those, I come to think that I don’t know true love. People my age fall in love, get married and build a happy family. The time when I dreamed of a serious love to the point of giving up myself might have already ended.

(But... still...)

Even today I still yearn for a love I would risk my entire life for.

Emma “... Haah, this book was great as well.”

During the day on a weekday, on the counter of the much less busy than usual bookstore, I gently closed the book.

(There aren’t even customers coming in... well, it’s troubling that they don’t come, but thanks to that I can read a lot of books.)

??? “Emma, did you finish reading?”

Emma “Woah!?”

Suddenly, because of the shadow that filled up my vision, I jumped back from my earlier thoughts.

Emma “Ri– Rio...?”

Rio “Sorry for surprising you. I came to see you today, too.”

Emma “Welcome, Rio. But... shouldn’t you be at work at this time?”

Rio “Ah, I quit the day before yesterday.”

Emma “Huh, so it’s like—... you quit!?”

Rio “That’s right. That’s why I’m in the middle of searching for a highly praised job!”

Emma “Is... is that so... again...”

Because I felt like we had the same conversation just a few months ago, as his friend I got a little worried.

(He’s skillful with his hands, sociable and he has a bit of a clumsy side to him, but he’s still liked by everyone...)

Emma “Why did you quit work?”

Rio “Of course, because I am yours.”

Emma “Excuse me?”

Rio “Because, since you saved me that day, my body and my heart, I will devote everything to you.” “I can’t serve other people.”

Emma “Aaah, yes... in other words, your reason is a secret.”

The sight from the rainy day three years ago when I had picked up the collapsed and nearly dying Rio crossed my mind.

(I always thought so, but it feels like a big dog became attached to me.)

Rio “I’m always serious, okay! By the way, is the owner in?” “I wanted to talk to him in person today because I want to work here with you...”

Emma “He went out to some distant place to go shopping, so I think he won’t return for some time.”

Rio “No way...!”

I was about to tell him to give up— but seeing that Rio looked dejected like a dog with its ears down, I swallowed the words.

Emma “... You may not be able to talk to him directly, but how about asking the owner with a letter next time?”

Rio “Can I!?”

Emma “Sure. There’s also physical work to do in a bookstore, so it would be reassuring to have you here.”

Rio “Thanks, Emma. From now on I will call you Master, okay?”

Emma “No, don’t—”

Surprised by the noise that came without warning, I quickly covered my stomach.

Emma “Did... Did you hear that?”

Rio “Of course! But rest assured. I know you very well, you know.”

Smiling proudly Rio walks up to a cart.

(A cart? Since when has that been here!?)

Rio “I thought this might happen, so— ta-dah!”

The sheet on top of the cart was removed and what came to light was a mountain of food.

Emma “Wow, amazing!”

Candied fruits, truffles with a lot of cheese, rose-shaped baked sweets and apple benier— On that cart were a lot of foods that you often see at festivals.

Rio “This also doubles as my lunch, but I was in a bit of trouble since I bought too much.” “I’d be happy if you eat to your heart’s content.”

Emma “Really? Well then, thanks for the food!”

When I put the baked confectionery into my mouth, I couldn’t help but smile.

Emma “Mmh, this is so good!” “Come to think of it, wasn’t there a festival going on outside?”

Rio “Yeah. Remember, today is the National Foundation Day of the Rhodolite Kingdom!”

Part 2 — Festival of the Rose Country

Emma “Come to think of it, wasn’t there a festival going on outside?”

Rio “Yeah. Remember, today is the National Foundation Day of the Rhodolite Kingdom!” “This year, there are a lot of street stalls as well.”

Emma “I see. Were there any notable booths?”

Rio, while chewing on an apple benier, clapped his hands as he remembered.

Rio “I remember now. There was a stand with old books!”

Emma “What, really?”

Rio “Yeah, isn’t there a traveling merchant who sells books once in a while?”

(That sounds interesting... I’m REALLY interested, but I need to watch the shop...)

Rio “Off you go.”

Emma “Huh...?”

Rio “I’ll watch the shop for you.”

Emma “Are you sure?”

Rio “Whom do you take me for? I’m your future husband after all.”

Emma “... you’ve gotten that wrong, but thanks anyway, Rio!”

Rio “If you want to thank me, then a hug—”

Emma “You can get a handshake.”

I held his big hand tight, shaking it up and down and then released it.

Emma “Okay, I’m off then! You can look forward to a souvenir!”

Rio “All right!” “She’s so cute... I really hope she doesn’t get caught by some bad guys.”

The moment I left the shop, I felt like I heard Rio whisper that.

Street Vendor 1 “If it isn’t Emma! Take this rose-shaped hair ornament to commemorate the National Foundation Day.”

Emma “Wow, that’s lovely! Thank you.”

Street vendor 2 “I also recommend our rose-shaped brooches! It will surely suit you, so I’ll give you one as a present.”

Emma “Really? Thank you so much!”

I carefully put the rose-shaped works on top of the several volumes of books I bought from the traveling merchant just before. When I thanked the generous stall owners and started walking again, banners engraved with “Rhodolite Kingdom—Country of Roses” hung from the buildings along the street flitted.

(Country of Roses... That’s indeed true.)

The flowers that bloomed in the city, the products lined up at the street stalls, and even the castle one could see in the distance were all packed with roses. When I took a deep breath, a mellow scent filling up my chest, the familiar sensation made me smile.

(Okay, let’s see. I bought the books and next I need to get a souvenir for Rio...)

??? “Don’t ya watch where ya goin’? Ya shitty brat!!”

Emma “... what?”

To the dangerous voice that stood in contrast to the beautiful city, not only me but also the people around me stopped their feet. In the middle of the turmoil were a red-faced man and a boy who was sitting on the ground.

Little Boy “Waaah... sob...”

Drunkard “How ‘bout ya beg for forgiveness for crashin’ into me? Hah!?”

(... No, you don’t!)

Because of the highly raised hand, I stepped in between the drunkard and the boy without hesitation.

Drunkard “What do ya want...?”

Emma “What do you think you are doing, raising a hand against a small child like him!?”

Drunkard “Shuddup! That’s got nothin’ to do with ya!”

The clenched fist that had stopped before was now swinging down at me. When I tried to promptly shield myself, the books fell to the ground—

(Huh...?) (It doesn’t hurt?)

??? “That’s as far as you go.”

When I timidly opened my eyes... A man who had stood behind the drunkard before he knew it, strongly held on to the hand reeking of liquor.

Black-haired Man “If you kick up a fuss, I’ll be your opponent... So, how about it?”

Part 3 — Beast and Beast

Black-haired Man “If you kick up a fuss, I’ll be your opponent... So, how about it?”

Emma “Uh...”

We as well as the curious onlookers were swallowed by his unique aura and as if the tumult had been a lie, it grew silent again.

(... What a presence that person has...)

If I had to compare, the feeling of tension around him was the same as if the King of Beasts had escaped from its cage and suddenly appeared in the city. It should have been clear to everyone that this person wasn’t someone you should pick a fight with... Just as the man smiled daringly, the drunkard shook off his hand with a click of his tongue.

Drunkard “Then, why don’t ya bring it on!”

Black-haired Man “Heh, how lively.”

Emma “Please wait! A peaceful solution would—”

Drunkard “Be quiet!”

(No!)

The drunkard loudly kicked a book that was scattered on the ground. The book drew a perfect arc and, just like that, landed in the middle of the road— As if to block the path of a white horse that walked over.

??? “Oh...?”

The man riding on the white horse looked down at the book and then shot the drunkard a piercing glance.

(This person... he has an extraordinary aura as well...)

??? “Are you that impertinent miscreant?”

His sharp, freezing gaze glinted with a cruel light, just like a tiger fixating on its prey. If you happened to make even the littlest mistake, you would lose your short-lived life in that exact moment. It was that kind of tension that made your throat dry up.

(... Hmm? The coat of arms on his saddle...) (Don’t tell me he belongs to the Royal Family!?)

Drunkard “Hah!? Bastard, don’t go lookin’ down on me!”

As if to threaten the drunkard who trampled down on the book, the man from the Royal Family sharpened his look even further.

Male from the Royal Family “I did not plan to take part in such vulgar performance, but is this also a part of the festival’s entertainment?”

Emma “... eh!?”

The royal man drew the sword hanging from his waist—

(It can’t be, he’s planning to kill him!?)

My body moved without me realizing.

Emma “Cut it out already!”

Drunkard “Wah!?”

Before one could see the whole of the sword’s blade, my palm struck the drunkard’s cheek with all the strength I had. The black-haired man and the member of the Royal Family both stared at me in silent disbelief.

Drunkard “Wha—What the heck was that for!”

Emma “Calm down, will you! Or do you really want to be killed!?”

Drunkard “... kill—you mean—...”

When I silently pointed towards the coat of arms on the horse’s saddle, his deep red face turned deathly pale. Taking in the situation, I decisively turned in the direction the man on the horse.

Emma “I sincerely apologize for the trouble! If you can, please excuse what happened just now.”

Although I waited for a response, the man from the Royal Family kept quiet.

Black-haired Man “... ahahaha!”

What broke the tension of this life and death situation was a refreshing laughter.

Black-haired Man “Rest assured. That guy’s not someone who would kill people because of something like this.”

Emma “Eh...?”

Male from the Royal Family “... You have awoken my interest.”

??? “Chevalier, are you done playing?”

A man riding a chestnut horse lined up next to the white one and shrugged his shoulder as if he did that on purpose.

Chevalier “Yes. It was a waste of time.”

(Are we safe...?)

Just when I felt relieved, the sharp, tiger-like gaze was cast on the book still scattered on the ground.

Chevalier “Do these books belong to you?”

Emma “Eh, yes...”

He intently stared at the book on the ground.

(I wonder what’s with him... He’s staring really hard...)

When the man named Chevalier shifted his gaze from the book to myself, the man next to him cheerfully opened his mouth.

??? “What, this time you are hitting on someone?”

Chevalier “There is no merit in wooing a woman...”

Emma “Eh!?”

His sword was drawn in a flowing motion and the tip was thrust at my throat.

(Just... why?)

While swallowing a gasp at the sudden action, he scooped up my jaw with the flat of the blade.

Chevalier “These books, however, are different. Contrary to your body, they have value. You’d do well to remember that.”

(... It’s so painful to breathe...)

My voice wouldn’t come out no matter what—so when I managed to nod, the man returned his sword to its sheath and took hold of the horse’s reins.

(... What a terribly scary person...)

As if chasing after the white horse that stepped forward, the chestnut horse next to it started to move as well. Upon leaving, its rider gave me an amused look but left without saying a word. The moment the tension dissipated breathing, which had been so painful before, became easier again.

(I was wondering how this would end, but... I’m glad that nothing serious happened.)

With a sidelong glance towards the helpless drunkard who sat down, I faced the black-haired man after a short pause.

Emma “Thank you so much for helping me—what should I call you, Mister...?”

Leon “My name is Leon. And you don’t have to be so formal.”

Emma “Thanks then, Leon. Say, are you acquainted with the member of the Royal Family from earlier?”

Leon “Yeah, but it’s not like we ever talked that much.”

Leon picked up the books and rose-shaped decorations that were scattered on the ground in front of me.

Leon “Here you go.”

Emma “Thank you.”

(It seems neither the books nor the ornaments are damaged.)

Leon “You really love books, don’t you.”

Emma “Yes, because the stories are more interesting than reality. But more importantly...”

As I kneeled down beside the child who wiped his eyes while sobbing, Leon also lined up next to him.

Leon “Did you stop crying, shortie?”

Little Boy “Sniffle... Mama...”

Leon “So you’re lost... Then, come with me.”

Little Boy “... You’ll... bring me to Mama?”

Leon “Yeah, I’ll look for her for you.”

Leon lifted his small body with ease.

(Somehow, he seems like a totally different person than before.)

The beast-like tension around him had vanished and instead he was wrapped up in a friendly atmosphere.

Little Boy “Um, big sis... thanks for saving me.”

Emma “It was nothing. I’m just glad that you’re not hurt.”

Leon “The same goes for you. So, should we go?”

Emma “Wait, I’ll also—’

Before I could even offer to help out with searching for the boy’s mother, Leon briskly walked away while waving his hand.

(At first I thought he would be scary, but... I guess he is a nice guy after all.) (If we happen to meet once more, I have to thank him again.)

Turning my back towards the castle, visible in the distance, I once again walked through the city, where the hustle and bustle started to return.

—... at the same time.

??? “I found you at last.”

Part 4 — The Devil’s Summon

??? “I found you at last.”

A devilish smile played on the lips of the shadow hiding in a back alley.

??? “It seems training her will be worthwhile... hehehe.”

Without noticing the shadow moving about in unknown places... By the time the sky was dyed red, I finally arrived at the front of the bookstore.

(Finding a souvenir took more time than I expected. I hope Rio isn’t angry with me.)

When I opened the door while thinking of how to apologize to Rio—

??? “Welcome back, Emma.”

The person inside, sitting on the counter with his legs crossed, wasn’t Rio but a man I never saw before. I stared at him without responding to his greeting. The man simply smiled back at me. I closed the door to cut off the sinister aura I felt on my skin.

(... Just now, wasn’t there a devil-like person inside?) (No, it might have been my imagination. There’s no way there could be a devil after all.) (I’m certain I just mistook Rio for somebody else... At least I hope so.)

I took a deep breath and opened the door once more— A man with a devilish smile stood right before my eyes.

Devil-like Man “That is an extraordinary greeting, don’t you think?”

Emma “.... Mmnnh!”

The very moment I turned on my heels and tried to escape, an arm was put around my waist and my mouth was blocked.

(Why, what’s happening!?)

Devil-like Man “Please keep quiet. Otherwise, I can’t allow you to breathe.”

His words shocked me to the point I became speechless.

Devil-like Man “Due to certain circumstances I have come to pick you up.”

With a snap of the fingers of the man clad in black, multiple men surrounded me.

(Wait! Those clothes... aren’t those guards from the castle!?)

Devil-like Man “For the time being, I will take you with me.”

Emma “Mnnh!!!”

(Wait a minute, wait! What did I do...!?)

Without understanding anything, I was taken to a carriage that stopped outside—

(Wha—...)

Before I knew what was happening, the place I had been taken to was the front of the majestic castle I had only seen from a distance.

(How beautiful...) (Wait, it’s not the time for that! Why was I brought to such a place!?)

In a daze, I looked up at the castle that was so big that its tip seemed to reach up farther than the clouds, when—

??? “Hey, you are in the way.”

The surprise shook me out of my daze. I lowered my gaze when someone tapped my shoulder. What I saw there were two men dressed in gorgeous outfits.

??? “Heh, your looks aren’t half bad. Yvie, do you know her?”

Yves “I absolutely do not know any ordinary women like her. Are you sure it isn’t a woman you dumped in the past, Nokto?”

(Who are they?)

Part 5 — Eight Wild Beasts

??? “Heh, your looks aren’t half bad. Yvie, do you know her?”

Yves “I absolutely don’t know any ordinary women like her. Are you sure it isn’t a woman you dumped in the past, Nokto?”

(Who are they?)

Because of the scrutinizing gaze of the two people who drew closer, I subconsciously stepped back.

Nokto “Huh, you are really on guard... I wonder if the cause of that is because you were dumped in the past.”

Yves “Hah? So she really is a woman you threw away in the past? You really are the worst, you frivolous womanizer.”

Emma “Um... You guys, just who on earth—...“

When I cut into the seemingly uncontrollable conversation, the man called Yves exaggeratedly opened his eyes.

Yves “... Don’t tell me, you don’t know who we are?”

Emma “At the very least, it’s not like we are acquainted...”

Nokto “What, so she wasn’t my woman after all.”

Yves “I don’t care about that! Not knowing who I am is something that shouldn’t happen on any terms!”

(Woah, what the—!?)

With a bloodcurdling look Yves reached out to me. And as if to block that, a black shadow lithely fluttered about.

Devil-like Man “Your Royal Highnesses, Prince Nokto and Prince Yves, I will introduce you later.”

Nokto “So you are here. Is that girl a guest?”

Devil-like Man “That is correct. After knowing this, if you aren’t a fool, please take a guess as to what reason you are gathered for.”

Yves “... ah.”

Nokto “What, so it’s like that.”

(... What is it?)

Devil-like Man “If you understand, then please make haste towards the round table.”

Nokto “Sure, sure. I got it.”

Nokto waved his hand as he passed way too close next to me. The moment I breathed in relief, my hand was grabbed from behind.

Nokto “I’ll play with you next time, okay?”

Emma “P-Play...?”

Snickering with a seductive smile engraved on his lips, this time around Nokto really left.

(... He seems to be an incredibly flippant person.)

Yves, on the other hand, pointed his index finger at me when his eyes met mine.

Yves “I will never ever in my life recognize such a mediocre person as Belle!”

Emma “‘Belle’?”

Turning away like a cat with a ‘hmph’ of disapproval, Yves also entered the castle.

(Just where did I hear the name ‘Belle’ before? I can’t quite remember...)

Devil-like Man “Well then, Emma. Please don’t dawdle about, we will go as well.”

Emma “Wah, wait a minute...!”

The man grabbed my hand and, as if chasing the other two, we advanced into the castle. After passing through a massive door, we found ourselves in a stairwell-like hall.

(Wow, this looks as if I got lost in a picture book...)

The roses that were in full bloom and the decorations as well... Whichever you chose, it had reached the level of fine arts. For commoners it was a sight far beyond their ability that left one dizzy.

(I’m so obviously sticking out like a sore thumb.)

When my feet stopped due to the uneasiness, a suspicious look entwined me like a snake.

Devil-like Man “Oh dear, is this an expression of insubordination?”

Emma “This isn’t defiance or anything... But isn’t it time you started explaining? Who exactly are you?”

Devil-like Man “Yes... Now that you mention it, I haven’t formally introduced myself yet.”

Easier than I expected, the man released my hand while smiling calmly.

Sariel “I am called Sariel. My occupation is Government Official of the Royal Court.”

Emma “Government Official... of the Royal Court?”

Sariel “You may have been alarmed, but please rest assured. I will train you to become emotionally attached to me.”

(Train me...!?)

It seemed that rather than calling him with the imposing title of Government Official of the Royal Court, labeling him as a mysterious devil fitted him more.

Emma “Before I’m being trained, I’d like to go home, though...”

Sariel “Then that means you give up on living, right?”

He spoke with a devilish smile, as if it didn’t matter whatever I said.

Emma “... There is one thing I need to know. Rio, the one who should have been at the store,... He is safe, right?”

Sariel “Yes, of course. If you would kindly listen to what I say, I will guarantee his life at least.”

(In any case, it seems I can only obediently obey him.)

Emma “... I understand.”

When I nodded, Sariel who had brought his face closer, put the hair covering my cheek behind my ear—

Sariel “Hehehe, I cannot wait to make such a defiant person surrender.”

(... I can’t believe someone like that is a Government Official of the Royal Court...)

Unconsciously glaring back at him, Sariel gave me an amused smile and started walking again. This time, I followed the black-clothed back of my own volition.

Sariel “Now then, we have arrived.”

When the two guards standing in front of the room opened the double door— The atmosphere changed.

(What... Is this...?)

Eight men were surrounding the enshrined round table in the center of the spacious room. Just as footsteps resounded in the room, their gazes pierced me all at once. I felt so overwhelmed at the sudden unwanted attention that it left me speechless. With eight sharp glares directed at me, I stood stock still like a small animal before a beast.

(Those people are...)

Under those ferocious and wild, yet noble gazes... Were the people I met in front of the castle a moment ago, As well as the ones I saw back in town... And then...

Leon “Heh, who’d have thought we meet again.”

Emma “No way, Leon!?”

Part 6 — What the Princes Talk About

Leon “Heh, who’d have thought we meet again.”

Emma “No way, Leon!?”

(What... Is the meaning of this?)

Leon, whom I had thought to have the same simple tastes as the townspeople only a few hours ago, was now wearing refined clothes and loftily included in the group at the round table.

Sariel “You must not do that, Emma. You cannot talk in that way when you speak to the princes.”

Leon “Don’t worry. I already told you that you don’t need to be so formal.”

Emma “Leon, you are a prince?”

Leon “Yeah. All the guys here, without exception, are princes.”

(I really... Want this to be a dream...)

My body, which was unexpectedly about to collapse, was supported from behind where Sariel was. But what I felt from the hand that grasped my shoulder wasn’t kindness but rather an additional blow that said, ‘There is no place for you to run.’

Sariel "Your Highnesses, thank you very much for gathering here." “From now on, as I conveyed the other day, we will hold the approval ceremony of the ‘Belle-System.’

(‘Belle-System’? ‘Approval ceremony’...?)

Sariel “To begin with, this girl is called Emma.” “Since this is your first time meeting each other, would you please introduce yourselves starting with His Highness, Prince Luke?”

Luke “Too troublesome.”

Sariel “Your Highness.”

Luke “It’s fine, if I just do it, right?”

The man who was sitting closest to me listlessly opened his mouth.

Luke “Luke Randolph. I’m the seventh... no, more like eighth prince.”

Nokto “I’m seventh in line, Nokto Klein. You can always come over to my room, okay?” “And over here is my twin brother—“

Licht “Sixth, Licht Klein.”

Yves “The fifth prince, Yves Kloss. I have no choice but to tell you my name. Don’t address me casually, though.”

Jin “I’m Jin Grandet. I’m the eldest brother of these guys, so that makes me the first prince.” “I’m sure it will be hard with all those problem children, but, well, keep them company in moderation.”

Clavis “I am the third in line, Clavis Lelouch. You can call me Clavis.” “The show earlier was quite entertaining. Don’t you think so as well, Cheva?”

Chevalier “Nonsense.” “However, I will teach you my name considering that you escaped harm with that courageous display. Chevalier Michel, second prince.”

Leon “So I’m the last one.” “Leon Dompteur. I’m this country’s fourth prince. Again, nice to meet you, Emma.”

Emma “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you.” “Although I was called here... I don’t completely understand the situation. What is this ‘Belle-System’ in the first place?”

Yves “Huh? You didn’t even know that and still shamelessly came to the castle?”

Emma “I was downright kidnapped, thank you very much!”

Luke “Sariel, did you really kidnap her?”

Sariel “Please refrain from saying anything that would harm my reputation. I acted upon consent.”

Emma “Upon consent—?”

Sariel “You agreed, did you not?”

My meager resistance was ruthlessly cut off and I swallowed my words.

Sariel “Since long ago, the chosen citizen of this nation is to select the next king in our Rhodolite Kingdom—“ “That is your duty by becoming ‘Belle’.”

(Ah, I remember now.)

Emma “If I remember right, the name Belle means ‘a person with a beautiful heart’, right?”

Sariel “Yes, that is correct.”

(I totally forgot that since the king is replaced only every few decades.) (... wait.)

Emma “Are you telling me... that I am that Belle?”

Sariel “Haven’t I said that since before?” “I want you to select the new king out of these eight princes.”

Part 7 — Belle

Sariel “I want you to select the new king out of these eight princes.”

(Choose the king? ME!?)

That crazy story was a shock like receiving a heavy blow to the head.

Emma “Why, why me? Deciding who will be king is a serious matter for a country!”

Jin “That’s what I want to ask as well. What made you choose her, Sariel?”

Sariel “The slap she performed.”

Jin “... Haha, so that’s it.”

(With slap he can’t mean...)

Emma “Sariel, you also were at the festival venue?”

Sariel “How perceptive. I was searching the town high and low in order to find a candidate for Belle...” “But when you hit that scoundrel in His Highness Prince Chevalier’s stead right away, I was charmed by that ability.”

Emma “At–, at that time, I just desperately...”

Sariel “For humans, the more desperate we are, the more we bare our true nature.” “Your excellent ability to assess the situation and your decisiveness, as well as not to forsake the scoundrel, and your just and beautiful heart—“ “You are undoubtedly a person of exceptional talent fitting to receive the title of ‘Belle’.”

(Oh, no. No, no, just no.)

Sariel looked satisfied, but I, on the other hand, felt my uneasiness grow rapidly.

Sariel “Catching me eye is something to take pride in for generations.”

Emma “Um, I’m very grateful for what you’re saying, but accepting such an important task like being ‘Belle’ isn’t—“

Nokto “If you refuse, Sariel’s gonna cry, you know?”

Clavis “I think I really want to see that, but... There’s certainly no time for that.”

Emma “What do you mean?”

Clavis “Seeing that His Majesty the King has suddenly departed, it is necessary to quickly decide on a new king, don’t you agree?”

Emma “Suddenly means... the king has passed away!?”

Sariel “Your Highness... Wasn’t this information supposed to be concealed from the public for the time being?”

Clavis “Oops, seems I was a bit careless there. It’s fine if you cry, Sariel.”

Sariel “... Tsk.”

(Did he just click his tongue at a prince!?)

Sariel “Hehe, the inherent nature has shown itself.”

Emma “... Why are you hiding such an important thing from the public?”

Even though Sariel was carrying a sour look on his face, he took a deep breath as if he was resigning. So, he pointed his gaze towards the map hanging on the wall.

Sariel “The Rhodolite Kingdom is a small kingdom that is surrounded on all sides by three other countries.” “We have built comparatively good relationships with our ally, the country of Benitoite, and the neutral country of Jade.” “However, the great country of Obsidian alone is vigilantly eyeing our Rhodolite Kingdom for an opportunity to aim at our territory.” “I presume you have knowledge about that much?”

Emma “I do...”

Sariel “If the news about our King’s passing were to spread before our kingdom’s structure is stabilized, it is very much possible that they would take advantage of the disorder to invade our country.”

Hearing Sariel say something like that had me speechless with horror.

Sariel “When His Majesty the King actually became ill, the Obsidian, who had gotten wind of the information from somewhere, invaded the border.” “That led to the situation where the princes of our country proceeded towards the battlefield themselves to drive them away.” “Do you understand what that means?”

(Thinking about it calmly, of course I do.)

In this time when even the princes rush to the battlefield as soldiers—the weight of knowing such a secret made me break out in cold sweat.

Emma “... I won’t tell anyone about His Majesty’s passing.”

Sariel “I fear simply promising that will not be enough. There is one more thing I want to hear.”

Emma “... That’s...”

Sariel “Just as His Highness Prince Clavis has said, we need to immediately choose a new king.” “Right now, your existence is already affecting the life or death of our country.” “You will accept the position of ’Belle”, will you not?”

Emma “I do understand the circumstances, but as expected I’m not suited to—“

Sariel “Well then, Your Highnesses, Prince Leon and Prince Chevalier, if you approve of her as ‘Belle’ then please raise your hands.”

(You just ignore what I said!?)

Chevalier raised his hand before anyone else.

Nokto “Oh, how fast, Your Highness.”

Luke “Is it okay for a leader to be so half-minded?”

Chevalier “Naturally, since it doesn’t concern me who will become Belle.”

Emma “What does he mean, ‘leader’?”

Sariel “The princes are divided into two major factions, centered on Prince Leon and Prince Chevalier.” “His Highness Prince Leon’s faction who value domestic affairs and His Highness Prince Chevalier’s faction who value foreign affairs. That is about all it amounts to, I guess.” “Since the consensus of each of the princes is polarized, the resolution is often entrusted to Prince Leon and Prince Chevalier.”

(I see... So that’s why he asked the two of them right now.) (No, more importantly—)

Without regard for my opinion, Sariel continued to talk.

Sariel “What about you, Prince Leon?”

Everyone’s eyes gathered at him.

Leon “Emma, let’s hear what you intend to do.”

Part 8 — A Tale Yet to be Seen

Leon “Emma, let’s hear what you intend to do.”

Emma “I want...”

When I tried to say that it would be impossible, just as I had said many times before... My words were absorbed by Leon’s ascertaining eyes.

Leon “I think you have the capability to determine the next king.”

Emma “... That’s not true. I mean, there’s nothing special about me. I’m just a commoner.”

Leon “All of the former ‘Belle’s’ have been commoners.”

Emma “No way...”

Leon “Why do you think does something like the ‘Belle-System’ exist in the first place?”

Emma “... I don’t know.”

When I answered honestly, Leon raised the edges of his mouth.

Leon “Then, do you know what the people from the Royal Family are called out on the streets?”

(That, of course I know.)

Emma “—‘Noble beasts’, right?”

Leon “Yeah. A long time ago, the people of this nation assessed the inhumane royals who struggled for power all the time as ‘beasts’. But since then, those who inherited the blood of the Royal Family have come to be called ‘noble beasts’.”

(I remember that as a kid, I once thought that the members of the Royal Family were all densely covered in thick hair.)

Emma “But that is just an old story, isn’t it?”

Leon “No, every single one of the guys present is a beast who only holds the desire to act in his self-interest.” “Devouring people for their ambitions and ideals... Even that was probably done without batting a damn eyelid.”

(Saying they devoured people feels like a bit too much...)

That was what I thought, but the eyes of the princes were too fierce to just laugh it off.

Leon “In fact, we princes are sometimes referred to as ‘beasts’ when slaughtering enemies on the battlefield.” “Do you think the guys in front of you can still turn into good boys, though?”

In that moment, I didn’t know how to answer his question.

(I still don’t know anything about them. And each of these guys might seem like a beast on the surface.)

Leon “That’s why we need a ‘Belle’.” “So that we can turn from beast to human through the example of someone from among the citizens with a particularly beautiful heart.” “Moreover, only a human with a pure and righteous heart can choose a ‘man’ and not a beast as the king, don’t you think?”

Emma “Although that may be true, I don’t have such a noble heart.”

Sariel “Oh my, am I right to assume you don’t trust my word?”

Emma “No way, I wouldn’t dare...!”

Sariel “Of course you would not, right? You are, after all, ‘Belle’ who owns a pure, righteous, and beautiful heart. My word is absolute.”

(He’s so pushy...)

Leon “The rest is up to you. If you really don’t want to, then I’m willing to push this matter aside...” “However, you said you love stories, right?”

Emma “... Well, I did say that, but...”

For some reason, Leon grinned at me as if he was sure of his victory.

Leon “Doesn’t choosing a king seem like a much more interesting story than the ones in books?”

(When he says it like that...)

Leon “Furthermore, you are the story’s protagonist. Such an opportunity doesn’t come often, does it?”

(... Leon’s really cunning, phrasing his words like that.)

The age where I wished for something fierce like a fictional story was long past. But in truth... While the people around me are changing, I am the only one who remains unchanged. I was always desperately wishing for something that would rewrite my ordinary life.

(I have a lot of insecurities and the responsibility is heavy. I know I can’t do this with half-hearted feelings.) (Still... Something may change.)

The thought of a yet-unseen tale made my heart beat faster and my body get hot.

Leon “What will you do, Emma?”

(What I want to do is...)

As not to lose the resolution I gathered, I clasped my hands tightly—

Emma “... I want to do it.”

When I told him my unadorned feelings in those few words, Leon directly raised his hand.

Sariel “With that, it is decided I presume.”

Without letting the atmosphere linger, Chevalier briskly left his seat.

Leon “You’re going already?”

Chevalier “Our business is over.”

Clavis “Wouldn’t it be better to flatter Belle a bit?”

Chevalier “That’s just a waste of my time.” “It doesn’t matter who Belle chooses. It won’t change the fact that I will become the future king.”

His words had me so baffled that the only thing that left my mouth was a startled sound. Chevalier’s ice-cold gaze that seemed to freeze everything it touched caught me.

Chevalier “If you get in my way, I will dispose of you. That is what I plan to do.”

His cruel words left me speechless. Similar to the time when he thrust his sword at my throat, just his gaze made it painful to breathe.

(This person... He is terrifying.)

Clavis, who followed after the leaving Chevalier, tapped my shoulder as he passed me.

Clavis “I’m sorry for Cheva’s behavior.” “Well, I don’t have interest in the throne, but I like amusing things. Please entertain me with your way of life, okay little girl?”

While I was captivated by his brilliant smile, the footsteps of those two grew distant and they disappeared behind the door.

Sariel “Really now, it seems that I haven’t disciplined them enough.”

Next to Sariel, who sighed deeply, this time a hand was raised, waving.

Nokto “Hey, Sariel. Got a question.”

Sariel “Please go ahead and ask, Your Highness.”

Nokto “Belle choosing a king means, to put it bluntly, the guy who wins this girl over is going to become the king, right?”

Sariel “Plainly spoken, that is what will happen.”

Obtaining Sariel’s consent, Nokto turned his face to me—

Nokto “Well, since I’ll seduce you, let’s get along, okay?”

(He’s going to do what!?)

Part 9 — The King and the Rose

Nokto “Well, since I’ll seduce you, let’s get along, okay?”

(He’s going to do what!?)

Emma “That would be troub—“

Sariel “You are truly quick to understand, Your Highness.”

Yves “Ugh, I can’t listen to this anymore!” “To seduce her... Nokto, as a prince, aren’t you lacking pride and self-awareness?”

Nokto “If that’s what you think, don’t interfere. Got it, Yvie?”

Yves “Why would I have to listen to what you say?”

Ignoring me, Sariel and the princes continued talking.

Jin “What, even Yves ended up wanting to seduce her? You’re quite a busy one, aren’t you?”

Yves “Even if she is a commoner, for the time being she is Belle. She is necessary for me to be deemed as worthy of the throne.”

Emma “Then pick a different way to be acknowledged!”

Jin “Ooh, that’s an extremely respectable opinion.”

Luke “How should I put it, you should stop it soon. Don’t you see you’re troubling her?”

As Luke stood up from his seat, the others became quiet.

Luke “Emma... was it, right? If something happens, you can rely on me.”

Emma “Thank you very much, Your Highness.”

Luke “Stop that. Just Luke is fine and you don’t have to be polite.”

Emma “But...”

Luke “You’re addressing Leon familiarly as well, aren’t you? Drop the title with me, too. I don’t like it anyway.”

Emma “... Okay, then I’ll call you Luke.”

Luke “Good.”

Yves “Wait a minute! Didn’t you end up seducing her as well!?”

Jin “No, you got that wrong. That’s just how Luke’s natural character is. You guys as well, do the best you can.”

Jin took a lollipop out of his breast pocket and put it in his mouth.

Leon “Jin, do you think this is other people’s business?”

Jin “Yeah. Because I don’t give a shit about something like ascending to the throne.”

(Give a shit, he said...)

Nokto “I’m fine with whatever, so as a sign of our acquaintanceship, just call me Nokto, okay?”

Yves “I won’t allow that, understood? Make sure to address me with my title.”

Jin “Well, I dislike all that formal phrasing. Call me whatever you like.”

Emma “Then, I will call you Nokto, Yves and Jin.”

Yves “... Hey, are you even listening to what people are saying?”

Licht “... So stupid.”

(... What’s with him?)

Licht, who had only barely opened his mouth other than for the self-introduction, stood up.

Yves “Licht! Don’t always say things that push people away. Do you want your friends to leave?”

Licht “There weren’t any from the start. And I don’t need any.”

Yves “Because you’re again trying to be alone immediately—“ “Ah, wait, Licht! Where are you going!?”

Licht “Returning to my room.”

Nokto “Licht... You don’t have any interest in the throne?”

Licht “... No need to answer.”

Casting down his eyes, Licht left the room just like that.

(Somehow... He seems like someone who is hard to talk to.)

Yves “Really now, that guy...”

Emma “Wanting to be the king, not wanting to be the king... You really have various opinions, don’t you?”

Leon “Even though we are all half-brothers, our thoughts and everything else differ.”

Emma “By the way, what about you, Leon?”

Grinning, he returned a smile that said more than words could.

Leon “Determine with your own eyes whether I’m capable of becoming the king, okay?”

Emma “... All right.”

When I nodded in agreement, the sound of hands clapping quieted the place.

Sariel “I apologize for saying this during your pleasant talk. However, since there is a place I wish to show her, let’s end this meeting here.”

With Sariel leading the way, we walked into a room even more gorgeous than the one with the round table.

(This... It must be the audience hall.) (What to do...? I’ve come to an incredible place.)

What I saw at the end of the red carpet were only the throne and... In addition to that, a rose inside a glass dome.

Emma “What is that rose for?”

Sariel “For generations, on the occasion of His Majesty the King finding his demise, it has become the custom to prepare a rose.” “The rule is that the next king has to be determined by the time all of its petals have fallen.”

Emma “So there is a time limit.”

Sariel “Indeed. This rose is a special breed which continues to bloom for approximately one month.”

(One month... Within that period a new king has to be determined.)

Sariel stopped his feet near the throne and looked back at me.

Sariel “Other than that, all of the terms and conditions concerning the Belle-System are recorded in this covenant.”

(Sorry?)

With a snap of his fingers, the guards who briskly appeared, carrying a table made from oak trees and several sheets of paper completely covered with unusually small letters.

Emma “You’re not seriously telling me I have to read all this, right?”

Sariel “You are asking me something so blatantly obvious?”

(Your true nature again!?)

Sariel “If you have looked over all of this, please sign the covenant.”

Emma “You are sure saying some devilish things.”

Sariel “Because it is necessary. Once you have signed, I will guide you to your room.”

Emma “Okay... Wait, what?”

Sariel “What is the matter?”

Part 10 — Beauty and the Beast’s Covenant

Sariel “Once you have signed, I will guide you to your room.”

Emma “Okay... Wait, what?”

Sariel “What is the matter?”

Emma “Sariel, did you just say you will guide me to a room?”

Sariel “That is what I said.”

Emma “MY room?”

Sariel “Where else would I take you?”

Emma “To my home back in the town, perhaps?”

Sariel “A room for you has been prepared by the Royal Court.” “Because until the one who was selected as Belle has finished their duty, they are to live inside the castle.”

(That can’t be—)

My face grew pale at those unhesitatingly uttered words.

Emma “But that is troubling! What will become of the shop!?”

Sariel “I have already contacted the owner and arranged for a temporary employee.”

Emma “What about the mountain of food that was inside the shop!?”

Sariel “Everything has been moved to your room.”

Emma “Then, where’s Rio!?”

Sariel “Of course, right over here.”

When Sariel snapped his fingers—

Rio “Emma, it’s been a few hours! I really wanted to see you.”

Emma “What the—!?”

Rio who suddenly entered the audience hall was dressed like I had never seen him before.

(He looks like a butler... Or rather, he’s like a real one.)

Emma “Rio... What’s with that get-up?”

Rio “I decided to officially get a job here.”

Emma “Inside the castle!?”

Sariel “There is a single employee benefit in the Belle-System. Pets are allowed inside the Royal Castle.”

Emma “With pet you’re referring to...”

Sariel “This pet of yours, of course.” “When I entered the bookstore, he was barking so persistently that he didn’t leave me a choice but to take him along.”

Rio “Why, Emma was suddenly chosen as a candidate for Belle, so I was just a bit flustered, you know.” “I’m really glad that Sariel is such a reasonable person.”

It was the first time a saw Sariel at a loss for words.

Emma “Sariel, aren’t you looking a bit tired?”

Sariel “Of course I am not... hehe.”

(Something must have happened between those two.)

A small cough, as if going back to square one, resounded in the place.

Sariel “Since he’s just right, I will let him be your caretaker.” “Properly follow your master’s orders, hound.”

Rio “Yes! Emma, whatever happens, I will protect you. So don’t worry, okay?”

Emma “Thanks, Rio. And... Sorry for getting you involved.”

Rio “Not at all. Rather, to think that the day actually came when I can call you Master... Aah, it’s like a dream come true!”

Emma “You’re not calling me that, right?”

(But... Having the usual Rio here with me is really reassuring.)

Sariel “Well now, play with your pet later and quickly read the terms and conditions, please.”

Urged to do so, I once again attempted my fight with the documents... But with this pace it would be late at night by the time I finished reading.

(Aah, seriously... Reading all of this is impossible after all!) (Enough already, I’ll take my time reading it later.)

I flipped through the document in a hurry and reached for the prearranged quill pen. When I wrote down my name on the covenant, Sariel traced around the letters in satisfaction.

Sariel “Thank you very much. With this you have now officially become Belle.” “Our princes are an assembly of peculiar people who can’t be dealt with by ordinary means.” “But, please, choose a good king with your pure heart, will you?”

Emma “... Yes. I will, without fail, show you that I can fulfill my duty.”

This was the first time I felt like Sariel was sincerely smiling.

Rio “Okay, Emma. This is a bit sudden, but shall we go to our new love nest?”

Emma “You’re talking about your own room, right? Thanks, I’ll count on you to lead the way.”

(I have a lot of worries about this, but...) (Since this is something I chose myself, I will never regret it.)

When I looked back, one of the deep crimson petals had fallen inside the glass dome.

(Getting to know them, getting to know the country... and determining the king.)

After Emma and Rio had left the throne room.

Sariel “I think I will be truly busy from now on.”

With the wind that blew through the door left wide open, the letters spelled on the very last page of the overlapping official papers which would later on be what severely disturb our fates were revealed...

Covenant Clause 99 『After the selection period has finished, absolutely any relationship between “Belle” and the Crown is prohibited.』

But this was something nobody knew just yet at that time—...

[mymelodyheart]

Highland Destiny Chapter 2 ~The Doctor~

Claire Beauchamp arrived in Inverness, late Friday afternoon after a two-day journey by car from Oxford. She was looking forward to a new life in Scotland and a fresh start. It had been five years since her husband of only two months, Frank Randall died in a car accident, and after finishing her internship recently, she was ready to move on. 

Frank Randall was a University professor, and Claire, a medical student in Oxford when they first met in the pub 7 years ago. Frank was 12 years her senior, but that didn't deter Claire from developing an infatuation. On the other hand, Claire's charm, wit and maturity beyond her years captivated the young professor, and it wasn't long before they fell in love and married. It was a blissful union until Frank died tragically, leaving his young bride to pick up the pieces of her broken dreams. 

Determined and stubborn, young Claire wasn't a person to wallow in grief for too long. Although very much heartbroken, she picked herself up, buried herself in work, and concentrated on finishing her studies. Shortly after Frank died, she sold their Victorian house to pay for her tuition fees, and whatever money was left, was put into her savings. 

Five years forward, Claire claimed her hard-earned M.D. as a Neurosurgeon and completed her obligatory internship. As she took her time deciding her next steps, her best friend Joe Abernathy from medical school had taken up residency in the Northern Royal Infirmary in Inverness. Joe Abernathy wanted her to follow suit.

Widowed and 29 years old, Claire knew she still had her life ahead of her. Uncle Lambert, her guardian since she was orphaned at age 5, suggested she takes his neglected cottage in the outskirts of Inverness if she opted to follow her friend Joe. Her uncle had very little use of it and having no family of his own, Claire knew the cottage will one day belong to her.

Without any further persuasion, Claire decided to move to Inverness and put her hospital residency on hold for a year.   A kind of sabbatical  , she thought. She needed time for the transition without the rigorous demands of working as a Neurosurgeon. To ease the transition, Claire responded to a job opening as a paramedic in Scottish Ambulance Service. The possibility of working indoors as well as outdoors on emergency cases sounded exhilarating and adventurous. Although over-qualified for the job, she knew she needed a change of something....or anything for that matter, without wandering too far from the medical route.

It didn't take long before Claire heard from the Scottish Ambulance Service. They knew she was over-qualified for the position, but they were only too happy to accept her application. Claire was thrilled and immediately made arrangements for the move. She was notified to start work as soon as she arrived.

Claire's first destination in Inverness was St. Agnes Orphanage to see the French mother superior, Mother Hildegarde. She was a life-long friend of Uncle Lambert and the keeper of the cottage's keys. As Claire walked into the Mother Superior's office, she was greeted with open arms and a huge warm smile.

"  Ma chérie  , Claire, come here and let me look at you. It's been ages!" Mother Hildegarde gathered Claire into her arms and embraced her tightly. "  Mon Dieu  , look at you...what a beautiful woman you have become. Mind you, you have always been a beautiful girl."

"Mother Hildegarde, oh it's so lovely to see you. Oh yes, it's been almost 10 years since I was here in bonny Scotland. And it's still bonny as ever. How are you?" Claire smiled warmly, hugging the elderly lady back.

For a woman in her eighties, the Mother Superior had a surprisingly firm grip. "  Très bien, ma chérie  . And how about you? You must be tired and hungry,   non  ? You must stay here for the night. There are still workers at your uncle's cottage right this minute and should be finished by tomorrow. They're doing some finishing touches to make sure the place is secure...you know like making sure the roof has no leak."

Claire laughed, "Oh, so typical of Uncle Lamb. He likes to over-see things, you know. As for food, no thank you. I'm not really hungry, but I'm exhausted, and I can use a good nap."

"Of course,   ma chérie  , this way...allow me to show you your room for the night and oh...here are the keys to the cottage." Claire took the keys and linked her arm with the older woman as they walked out of the office, chatting about Uncle Lamb and life in general.

Twenty minutes later, after a small tour around the shelter, saying hello to some of the orphans and exchanging pleasantries with the younger nuns, she was finally in her room. It was a simple room with a small bed - that was all she needed for now. Claire didn't bother getting the rest of her suitcase from the car but took only a change of clothes for the night. Within 5 minutes of laying her head down, she fell asleep.

Sometime late in the evening, she was roused to a loud bang. She bolted right up and heard panicked voices and running feet outside the corridor.   What the fuck was that?   She grabbed her phone and keys, and clad only in her nightgown, went outside to see what the commotion was. She was approached by a distressed young nun. "Miss Claire, Miss Claire, please help gather the children for evacuation, there's a fire in the west wing." 

"Of course, I'm on it." Without bothering to go back to the bedroom, calmly Claire managed to guide as many children as possible towards the emergency exit. She can hear the sirens and firemen's voices amongst the screams of children and women. 

After guiding the last group of children on her floor to safety, Claire decided to head up to the next storey, not realising the upper level was thick with smoke. As she made it to the top of the steps, she started to choke, and her eyes began to sting. Panic-stricken, Claire looked down and below was a very tall fireman running up the stairs towards her. And before she knew what was happening, she blacked-out.

In the dark recesses of her mind, Claire was aware she was being carried away. She felt the cold air on her face and heard emergency sirens from what seemed like a distance. All she wanted to do was to drift off back to sleep and curl up into the strong, warm arms holding her. It was a comforting sensation to be held and to feel safe. 

Then consciousness got a grasp of her, and realisation seeped in- the orphanage was on fire! Her eyes suddenly flew open only to be met by a pair of the bluest she'd ever seen. Claire blinked twice in an attempt to clear the fogginess in her head, but the man carrying her continued to stare as if she was some sort of alien. She searched his soot-covered face, but he remained inscrutable.

Finding her wits, at last, Claire made a futile attempt to wriggle her way out of the man's tight hold. Clearing her voice, she implored, "Let me down please, let me down...the children in the building..." Her voice sounded hoarse to her ears, but the fireman didn't yield his grip. He was saying something, barely audible in an unfamiliar tongue as he cradled her like a baby. 

Unexpectedly, she was handed over to two men from the emergency unit and to add to her confusion, her rescuer left without saying another word. From the arms of the paramedics, Claire glanced back at the disappearing form of the tall fireman as he made his way back into the smoke-filled building.   Damn, those blue eyes! 

Snapping back to reality, Claire turned her attention to the two paramedics who were trying to ease her down on the wheeled stretcher. "I said let me down right this minute...really, I'm alright." 

"Now miss, please calm down. Just a quick examination. Are ye hurting anywhere?" A young male medic was peering into her eyes with a pen torch. "Aaah ye have bonny eyes" The young man smiled.

"Stop that!" Claire slapped a probing hand away, "I'm a doctor, and really for the hundredth time, I'm alright. If you have a spare uniform to lend, I can help. Are you even listening?" The two men fussing over her stopped, looked at each other, hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Ye sure miss, ye can stand?" Claire nodded and stood up to prove that she can stand on her own.

There was no time to mess about.   If the lady wants to help, we need all the extra hands we can get.

"Aye, alright then...right in there, there's a spare uniform." informed the dark-haired young man with a badge, T. Christie engraved on it. He pointed towards the ambulance vehicle for Claire, "You can dress in there, and I'll close the door. We need all the help we can get...we're a wee bit understaff, ye ken."

"Aye, I ken," Claire replied, mimicking his accent, before climbing into the ambulance to change into a more appropriate garb.

For the next hour, Claire tirelessly worked side by side with the emergency staff guiding the children to safety, handing out oxygen masks to those who needed it and helping those who were injured onto the stretcher. Much to her relief, Mother Hildegarde suffered only a mild smoke inhalation and was immediately taken to the hospital. As for the rest, everyone from the orphanage made it to safety with some minor injuries.

Claire had no problem navigating through the frenzied confusion. She was a trained doctor after all and knew the ins and outs of a medical emergency. The other medical workers have given up trying to assist her. It was pretty apparent that she knew what she was doing and worked very well under stress. 

Time flew by quickly, and Claire was surprised when she realised, the frenetic activities around her were winding down. As she gratefully retrieved a bottle of water from one of the medics, Claire saw her rescuer reemerged from the building. Although she couldn't see his face, she recognised him from his height, breadth and the way he walked. He was prominently taller and stood out from the rest of the firemen.

She heard him shout, "All clear!" as he gave thumbs-up to his colleagues. Without much thought, Claire walked towards his direction. She wanted to thank him for rescuing her and his bravery. 

"Erm, excuse me..." she started trying to get the tall man's attention.

To Claire's surprise, he raised his hand, and without looking at her, he stopped her mid-sentence: "Sorry not now, I'm busy..." and walked away.

 The bloody Scot didn't even recognise me!  Fuming, Claire walked the opposite direction.

[tournesolia]

Chaos Lineage Azusa Chapter 4 Translation

Place : Violet mansion – Corridor

Yui : Phew, taking a bath feels good

(I feel like taking a bath is the only moment where I can relax since I came here)

(It must be because I always have my guard following me and I have little time where I can be alone...)

Sigh...

(I see Azusa-kun less and less often)

(He often leaves the house to go scouting, he stopped eating with us...)

(Besides, Carla-san and the others said the battle will soon get into full swing)

(I don't want to see anyone fight each other...)

I wonder if there's nothing I can do...

*footsteps approaching

Yui : Ah...

Azusa : Eve...

Yui : E-Err...

(This silence is uncomfortable since he has been avoiding me all the time... But I finally get a chance to see him, so--)

Choice 1 : Are you busy lately ? (black roses)

Yui : Um... Are you busy lately ?

Azusa : Eh... ?

Yui : Because I don't see you much

Azusa : That's right... I guess I'm busy... in my own way...

Yui : I see... Do your best

Azusa : Yeah...

Yui : …

Azusa : …

Yui : (N-No way... The conversation doesn't last. I wish I had another topic...)

Choice 2 : Thank you for earlier (white roses)

Yui : Thank you for earlier, when Kou-kun was about to suck my blood

I didn't properly thank you for saving me

Azusa : I was... just passing by...

Yui : I'm still happy, though. So let me say thank you ?

Azusa : … Yeah

Yui : (Thank godness. It feels like it's been a long time since I could properly talk to him...)

– End of choices

Yui : Um... It's because of me that you switched your guard role, right ?

Azusa : Eh... ? Why... ?

Yui : You said earlier that Carla-san was very angry at you because you sucked my blood

So... I'm sorry

Azusa : It's not your fault. So don't apologize...

Yui : But...

Azusa : It wasn't just that time... I also sucked your blood at the jail... It's not your fault...

I just couldn't hold back

… I missed you, so I couldn't control myself--

Yui : … ! You missed me... ?

Azusa : Ah... Nothing...

I made a mistake... I meant that your blood looked delicious

Yui : (Ah... I see. I had my hopes up for a moment...)

Azusa : It's not your fault that... I asked Kou to be your guard. So... don't worry

Yui : (Ah... A soft smile. It's the usual Azusa-kun...)

(I'm glad...)

Azusa : I didn't want you to have a bad time, but... I couldn't find another way

I made you sad. I'm sorry...

Yui : No, it's fine. I'm glad we can talk like this again

I was convinced you hated me. I was wondering what to do in that case--

I'm really glad... !

Azusa : Eve...

I would never hate you, no matter what happens...

Yui : Azusa-kun...

Azusa : But... Something bad may happen... if I'm by your side...

So, I have to stay away from you...

Yui : Something bad... ?

Azusa : Don't give it much thought. Because it's something I must think of on my own

Yui : O-Okay...

Azusa : The war can't be stopped. We'll fight against Reiji-san and his brothers...

Against Ruki... san and his brothers as well...

But don't be sad... Because we'll be alright...

Yui : Alright, you say... ? If someone gets hurt, you can't say you'll be alright

It may be you, it may be Kou-kun and the other Violets. It may be everyone else...

Azusa : … That's right. It wouldn't be strange if... someone loses his life

Yui : … !

(That's right. This story won't end up with them just hurting each other. They will all try to kill each other)

(What if someone... What if Azusa-kun dies ?)

Do you really have to fight by any cost... ? Is it really that necessarry anywhere... ?

(No... The tears... come into my eyes...)

Azusa : Ah...

Yui : Seriously, everyone... There are times when you quarrel, but you don't need to go as far as killing each other... !

Ruki-kun and Yuma-kun... They're your brothers, and yet... How ? Why it ended up like this... ?

Azusa : Eve...

*Azusa hugs her

Yui : Ah...

Azusa : Sorry. I made you sad, right... ?

I didn't want you... to make such a face, and yet...

Yui : Azusa-kun...

(When was the last time he hugged me like this...?)

(Even if he lost his memories, his kindness doesn't change...)

Azusa : I don't... want to hurt you

It will be hard to... stop the war, but... I won't make you sad...

Yui : Azusa-kun... I.... I... ! I really can’t stay... by your side.... ?

Azusa : Well...

… Alright. I won't avoid you anymore...

Yui : … Thank you... Thank you, Azusa-kun...

Azusa : Yeah... I feel relieved... when I'm with you, as well...

But if I'm by your side, I may want your blood again. If that happens, what should I do... ?

Yui : I will give you as much as you want

Azusa : Eh... ?

Yui : You can suck my blood as much as you want

Azusa : Ah... If you tell me that, I can't endure it...

Hmm... Your scent is sweeter than usual... Is it because you got out of the bath... ?

Yui : Ah, it tickles when you bring your face so close to the nape of my neck...

Azusa : Hey, can I feel you... ? Just a little

Yui : Of course... Of course you can

Azusa : Thank you...

It would be best to do it at a place that doesn't stand out so much, so... Can you expose your arm... ?

Yui : Like this ?

Azusa : Yes... *sucks blood

Yui : (… It's been a while since he sucked my blood...)

Azusa : It's sweet... and delicious... *sucks blood

Yui : (It hurts a little, but... It feels somewhat warm and pleasant...)

Azusa : Hey, look... The place where I suck your blood...

I'll engrave you so you can feel better

Yui : Yes...

Azusa : Then, let’s make you feel better – *sucks blood

Yui : Hmm... Aaah...

Azusa : I wonder if... Carla and Kou will get angry at me again... ?

Yui : They will get angry at both of us this time

Azusa : Yeah...

Yui : (Thank godness... I can properly talk to him)

(I'm really glad we can be together again...)

Azusa : … Thank you, Eve

Yui : I'm the one thanking you

Azusa : Even though I sucked your blood... ?

Yui : Well... It's been a while so I'm happy...

Azusa : I see...

Hey, sleep well. *kiss...

Yui : (Ah... He kissed my forehead...)

Azusa : … Goodnight

*Azusa leaves

Yui : Azusa-kun...

(… Goodnight. See you again tomorrow)

The next day...

We received a call from Carla-san and

we all gathered in the living room.

This imposing atmosphere was filled with words

exchanged between Carla-san and the others.

– The dispute over Eve will get into full swing.

What if it really begins ?

What if everyone started fighting ?

Such anxiety ruled over my mind.

Place : Violet mansion – Living room and dining room

Kou : For Carla-kun to gather all of us so suddenly... What's going on ?

Subaru : Which house began to move ? I'll crush them all if they come

Laito : Hehe. Unfortunately, you guessed it wrong

I thought about just reporting to Carla since I have watched the other houses' state

But it would be better to let everyone know so I had him call you all

Carla : Are there any movements ?

Laito : It feels like the Scarlet family is observing the situation as usual, but...

The Orange family is acting suspicious

Azusa : Just as I thought...

Yui : (Eh... ?)

*flashback

Azusa : The war can't be stopped. We'll fight against Reiji-san and his brothers...

Against Ruki... san and his brothers as well...

*end of flashback

Yui : (His words at that time... Was Azusa-kun referring to these, perhaps ?)

(If that is true, how did he know ?)

Subaru : Oh, that reminds me, Ayato and Kanato were loitering around the mansion a little while ago

But I haven't seen them recently

Laito : I see. I think the situation is kind of strange since it's too quiet

Well, I only reported what I saw, so I leave the decision to you

Carla : After spying on us, they're beginning the preparations to invade us

Yui : (… ! Ruki-kun and the others !?)

Carla : It's inevitable that another family would come to steal Eve. But no matter what they do, it's a wasted effort

We'll finish them off at any time

Kou : Uwaaah, he said something different. As expected of Carla-kun ♪

Azusa : …

Yui : (Azusa-kun didn't say a word for a while... What's the matter ?)

Carla : Then, we'll ambush the four Oranges now

Azusa : … Wait

Yui : Azusa-kun ?

Azusa : It's dangerous to be only focused on the Oranges...

We all don't know when the Scarlets will attack...

Carla : Oh... Then, how should we move ?

Azusa : I will... spy on the Scarlets...

Kou : Eeh !?

Subaru : Are you serious ?

Laito : What an unexpected turn of events

Yui : Azusa-kun... Are you serious ?

Azusa : Yes. I'm serious. Because I can't afford to... have Eve taken away...

Carla : How unusual for the timorous one to insist... Then I'll leave the Scarlets to you

Azusa : You can count on me...

Yui : Azusa-kun...

(For him to suddenly go spy on them... I feel uneasy, somehow)

Chapter 4 : End

[the-madame21]

Azusa Sleeping Vampire

Once again, this is something I’m just doing for me to practice kanji and vocab ^o^ I am by no means a proper translator so please take this with a grain of salt! Azusa is definitely much easier than Reiji or Kanato to understand lmfao bless his slow ass way of speaking. Enjoy! Finally got to the point where I didn’t need to ask my bf for help every two seconds wooop. 

*dark screen*

Ah, you came. I was waiting forever for you to come.

By myself...was a little lonely, you know?

Now, come here...ok? Eve...by my side

*Azusa appears*

…? What’s wrong...are you surprised?

You, being surprised by that sort of thing...I wrapped myself in the blanket but...is it weird?

Like this I thought that, I’d be able to hug Eve tightly.

Do you hate me? Is that why you’re wearing such a surprised face?

Ah, thank goodness. I thought Eve hated me.

Yes, that’s right. Because you’re kind…

Then, you can come close by my side.

Fufu...hey, come a little closer.

More, I want to feel you. Is it no good? Mmm, it’s fine.

Here, even closer.

*touch*

Love you. I love you. Eve, stay by my side like this.

I’m really... so at ease….

Nee, how is it for you? Me being beside you…

It’s calming...and feels good...right?

Nfu...I’m glad.

As expected, you and I...we’re the same kind of people, don’t you think?

That’s why, being beside each other like this is so calming….and the warmth is starting to feel good.

This-- because I like you, it feels nice...you were the one that taught me such an important thing.

Ne, come closer and closer. I want...to hug you tight.

Tightly...tightly...you like pain...that’s why.

*fades to black*

Ha….Eve, you really do give off a sweet scent, don’t you.

It’s because you took a bath? No, that’s not it...this is...your own...scent…

This scent...how...has an incredibly...nostalgic feeling….

Hey, could I sniff a little more? Is it not good? No, its...fine, isn’t it?

*he inhales* Nee, Eve...How is it that you smell so good?

Something like flowers….a sweet scent…

*azusa appears*

Sorry...I’m just so happy to be with you again…

Did it tickle? Fufu…

Eh? I also smell good?

That sort of thing...it’s the first time someone’s told me that...mhmm, I’m happy...really.

My own scent isn’t something I ever really cared about…

Something like a good scent...my scent then, it’s something you like, right?

Fufu, so that’s how it is. If it’s like that then...would you like to get closer, and sniff some more?

Well? From your wrist, do you not understand?

*fades to black*

Then, from your neck….

My scent...can you smell it? Engrave it...into the deepest part of you.

So that even when we let go...you won’t forget me.

*Azusa appears*

Eh? It’s fine, isn’t it?

Fufu...you are...truly...so shy, aren’t you.

It’s that sort of thing that makes me think you’re so cute.

By the way…

I asked Kou...when you think someone smells good, then the compatibility is good…

If that story is true then...we are...compatible...no?

You...that sort of thing...do you believe it?

Fufu...thank you. Me too, I believe it…

That’s why, unconsciously, we had a strong attraction to each other.

I was born in order to meet you, that’s what I think…

*clock chimes*

...aah, it’s already this time. Well, we should sleep…

*Azusa closes his eyes*

But...you and I, together in bed...I don’t feel like sleeping.

Always always...I want to be looking at you...not sleeping…

*Azusa opens his eyes*

What sort of face are you making...a sleepy one...I want to know…

What sort of things you murmur in your sleep...I want to hear it…

Aaah...You and I together...I want to see your dreams.

Understand? You and I, becoming one, seeing the same dream.

Beneath the blue sky, laughing together…

Seeing, feeling,and  eating all of the same things.

Just imagining it is exciting, it’s making my heart beat fast…

You too...do you not think so? You do, right?

Because you are...my Eve…

Nee, what do we do in order to make it happen...you and I becoming one...what should I do…?

Nee...the way to do it...does Eve know…?

Eh? What…? My hand?

...Squeezing my hand, what are you doing?

So long as we are clasping each other...ahh...I see.

Eve, you are truly amazing...finding the best solution like this…

Nee, a stronger hug. More and more...tighter…

Aah, when we are like this...if we are connected then its good…

Like this….mmm, but...that sort of thing, even if you don’t do it…

It’s fine. That’s what I feel.

Your heat...tells me everything...so I understand…

Ah, but…

If we’re like this and we fall asleep...we might end up letting go of our hands….

...What would be the best thing to do?

Aah, that’s right...I also thought of something good.

If we tie it...with bandages…

Eh? Why are you stopping me...Eve.

Like this...if we bind our hands together, it’d be good...you don’t think so?

Tough...so we definitely won’t accidentally....

Could it be...tying up is...unpleasant?

...then, why! Could it be then...it’s me you find unpleasant?

...I’m so sad…

*cries a little*

Heart? Our hearts are connected...what do you mean by that…?

It’s difficult to understand, Eve…

Nee, what should I do...you understand right? The proof of that, I want it.

Eve, tell me, that proof...show it to me.

If you do that then this sadness...will brighten…

*touch*

What’s wrong? Eve...my hand...where are you…

Eh?

Definitely...your heart is beating.

The pulse is very fast…

Aa….I see...this is…

Eve’s love...it feels good.

Since I have your love, then it feels nice and it also shows we’re connected.

Thank goodness...When I thought you hated me...it was very painful…

It was as though my chest had collapsed…

...but, it’s all fine...because our hearts are….connected.

It’s not good...becoming so suspicious…

I will definitely...become anxious…

Because...everyone loves you, Eve.

That’s why...being together...it’s really--

Huah!? Eve…?

Really? Do you promise?

Always, always...being together...no matter where we go?

Aa, I’m so happy. Really I’m...so happy…

Fufu...happy…

What’s wrong? You yawned...aah, that’s no good...you can’t become sleepy now…

Because I was so happy spending time with you that, I forgot. Mm, it was so much fun...I’m sorry.

Nee...do you want to sleep?

I want to stay awake a little bit...and talk with you a little more.

It’s fine? Thank you, you are always so kind.

Chatting like this, I love it…

Fufu…

...aah, sorry. I was soaked in happiness.

You were surprised? Ah, then that’s good.

Nee, between the two of us, we’ll chat a lot lot more.

I have a lot of questions I want to ask you…

I want to know everything about you...and I want you to know everything about me…

What sort of thing would be good to talk about…

Nee, what did you do today?

Fufu...school? Aah, that’s right... I also went to school.

But, school is...boring. Because Eve and I...weren’t together.

Thanks to Ruki…[my heart is here? not sure what he means]...so that’s why...I got scolded.

I was about to strike my hand with a whip but Ruki was there so unfortunately he stopped it…

If I said I wanted to get beat up...that…

Mm. Because Eve, you told me you don’t want me to hurt myself...so…

Well in any case...I stopped…

Because, if you were to be sad...I would also be in pain…

Also…, I’ve been trying my best with this...in favor of not hurting myself…

So that I can be next to you...that’s how I feel…

Isn’t that...a funny thing?

Nee, what’s going on? Please...tell me…

Fufu...so that’s what it is. Girls...like sweet things, don’t they?

Me, I like spicy things…

What about Eve? Spicy things...do you like them?

...There’s a limit…? How much of a limit...that’s difficult to understand.

Spicy curry is fine? Then...about one spice’s worth is good.

Eh? No? Oh I see...Then, you can do more?

Less than...that? I love spice so that’s why...I thought Eve would also like it…

That sort of thing...is difficult to understand. For me, I don’t think something is spicy, but everyone else thinks it is very spicy…

I say that it’s normal but, I don’t understand. Nee, Eve understands, right? Being normal…

I see...Normality...it’s a difficult thing to understand….when Eve says something is hot…

I am changing...since now I am being told…

Normal is something I don’t understand...as expected, it’s strange…

It’s strange...but I don’t mind it.

But...something about it is scary…

It is different from what Eve thinks so that’s why...I think...it’s scary…

We are similar people...so...it’s unexpected.

Even so...I’m glad. Regardless we are still similar people. Isn’t that so?

Then, talk to me more...about lots of things…

You, and your voice...I love it. The things you talk about also...all of it...that’s why…

Mhm. I love it, you know. Your voice.

Listening to it is a very good feeling. It sets off a pulsing feeling behind my neck.

Of course, that’s not...everything, you know. It’s everything, that I love...so that’s why. Don’t worry.

...Fufu. You’re so cute, Eve.

It’s fine if you touch me more, you know…?

What...your...body temperature, just now, it seems to have gone up a bit…

Gradually, I wonder if you’re getting sleepy…

...I’m still not sleepy...I always want to be looking at you….because looking at you, it’s lots of fun….

...Thank goodness.  But, when you get sleepy, it’s fine to sleep, ok…?

To be talking to you like this...you truly are a kind person, Eve.

...Hm? The scratch on my finger?

Ahh, this is….from the page in my textbook...I cut it. You, don’t have to worry…

It hurt a little but….it’s fine...because this cut was not deep.

Actually...I would have preferred a deeper cut…

...sorry. The things you dislike, I won’t think about them. So...please...don’t come to hate me…

And, this cut wasn’t done on purpose....it truly was...by chance…

...you understand? Thank goodness...thank you.

To speak of the things you dislike...I am intolerable…

If you were to go away...I would hate that.

...What’s wrong, Eve? My cut, are you worried about it?

*touch*

Fufu, when you touch me like this...it’s a little ticklish.

...It’s funny?

Pain pain fly away...ehh...those words you’ve said...will heal the cut quickly?

Mhm...its my first time hearing it. ...you know a lot of things…

Funny...huh.

I like pain so that’s why...you don’t have to worry about it...mhm, it’s different.

Because you are thinking of me...it would be bad to waste what you are doing for me....

...fufu, this cut...It will heal quickly, I think.

Well then, let’s do it. Together...the two of us…

Fufu...that if we do it together, the thing you said, isn’t it fine?

It would have double the effect….it’d be good but...what do you think…

Pain pain...fly away.

*fades to black*

*Azusa kisses you*

I’m sorry...It’s because you have such pretty fingers...I couldn’t help but...want to kiss them…

This...with this kiss...you have taken away my pain...thank you.

...Is it no good?

Fufu...thank goodness...and the result? The cut, it no longer hurts…

Nee...kissing a little more...it’s fine, don’t you think?

It’s no good? Nmm...it’s...fine, right.

You also want to kiss me...isn’t that how it is?

*fades to black*

*one kissu*

...That time, I kissed your cheek.

Fufu, when I kissed your cheek...steadily...your cheeks reddened…

*fades to black*

Huh?...You’ve closed your eyes…?

Aah, I see.

You want me to....kiss you on the lips.

Don’t worry….You don’t have to be embarrassed...it’s fine.

Nnm…*kissing noises*

Ahh...it’s sweet. Your lips…

You had sweets...when you were at school? Nmm...no...that’s not it…

Eve, your taste…

Ahh...nn…*more kisses*

*eyes open*

Fufufu...Eve, your eyes look so alive.

Did it...feel good?

Me too...it felt, incredibly good…

Truly, I want...to do those kind of things more, but…

Right now...I want to talk with you more.

Eve also, well….what do you think?

Thank goodness...I thought it would be better for you to be hurt? (I have no idea what he means here) But…

You are me, so that’s why…

If it’s about you, then I understand such things.

This happiness is a very good thing for me. Eh...oh, truly...since now, this has been the happiest I’ve ever been.

If you’ve noticed, the blanket...has your scent on it. ...because it’s so sweet, I’m incredibly happy...this scent…

It’s as if...I’m being covered with your kindness...whenever I breathe, I want to swallow up your scent.

Ah...nm, sorry, that’s not good.

Because, if I did something like that...then your scent...would run out…

I don’t want to lose not even one fragment of your scent. All of it, belongs to me…

Me? I think rolling up the blanket would be best…

Or rather, more painful things...ah, that’s no good…

Painful things...I musn’t do them…

Eve, forgive me…

You’ll forgive me…? I see...thank goodness…

I am definitely thinking about my habit.

It’s a good thing that...you are such a kind person…

*Azusa closes his eyes* *opens them again*

Ha...what is this...gradually...I’ve become sleepy…

You too? Of course...because you and I...we are similar...

Nn….but...I want to see how you sleep…

Will you fall asleep before…? To make my wish come true…

Thank you...mhm, I will watch. ...until you fall of sleep. The whole time.

It’s embarrassing? Why?

You don’t have to be embarrassed.

Eve is cute...that sort of thing...isn’t it true?

Girls are...embarrassed by such things...is that how it is?

It’s, a little hard to understand...why, such a thing…

Your sleepy face...it’s a really beautiful thing. And…

It’s something that I can’t see unless you’re sleeping, and we’re together, side by side.

In this mansion, its something that only I...can see… isn’t that right…?

That’s why...it’s something I want to see.

Don’t I also...want to sleep together?

Yes, but...if I do that, I won’t be able to see your sleeping face.

Well, if that’s what you want, then...I will do it.

Then, I will also sleep. So that’s why, Eve...you too, close your eyes?

*fades to black*

Also...let’s connect our hands again….here…

Your hand...is incredibly, soft…

Even in the darkness, it’s like I’m getting filled up with your feelings...it’s nice…

It feels like...we can become one...again…

The boundaries between us are gone...it all seems to join together.

Eve also...don’t you think so?

Eve…? Nee..

*Azusa appears again*

She fell asleep...huh.

It’s a little...I guess we talked a bit too long…

Nfu...such a cute sleeping face…

Eve….I love you.

Aah...if we could stay like this forever...that would be the best.

...but, that sort of thing...we can’t do it, can we…

You are...the chosen Eve….

I am…

But, I am the one that you chose...I love you.

...Goodnight, Eve…

*closes his eyes*

Sweet dreams...

[watchilove]

Remember the MING 19.01 that I reviewed last year? Ming iterated it to the MING 19.02 Worldtimer – the same greatness but more complex. The key elements of the first model are there but some changes were done to accustom the complication. This is my hands-on review of one of the prototypes seen during the Baselworld. 

MING 19.02 Worldtimer

MING 19.02 Worldtimer – a simple review

Before running into details and conclusions, I would like to invite you to have a look at the official text of the 19.02 from the MING Website. And this MING Watches Blog post. If you ask yourself why, the reason is simple: the pictures are too beautiful and the text is too well written to risk leaving them to the end of the article and you will not observe them. Plus, the links offer a lot of valuable information.

To have a better understanding of why I enjoy so much this watch, just have a look at the video below:

Some notes: the featured MING 19.02 Worldtimer is a prototype – the watch has been molested by many hands, including mine and the finishes were not the final ones.

MING 19.02 Worldtimer follows closely the design and the key elements of its predecessor adding volume to accommodate the worldtimer complication.

The same case – still like no other

Looking at the case of the MING 19.02, I have the same impression of the far East heritage. Just like on my first encounter with the MING Watches. Those lugs are simply amazing. The “elegant” and  “voluptuous” are words rarely used together. But somehow, the case manages to be dramatically sexy and still have a decency and elegance like no other.

The combination of polished and satin-brushed surfaces emphasise the beauty and the elegance

The case study reveals an attent conceptualisation of natural looking shapes. The curves are carefully calculated to create an eye-pleasing effect. If a classic design will have a bigger base and smaller ending, in the case of the MING lugs, the volume is accentuated to the end of the lug. A daring change but calculated. I bet that mathematics, architecture and biology were in the mind of this case creators.

Another key element of the MING watches is the crown. It reminds me of the sculptures of Constantin Brancusi

The crown simply grows from the case. It ends with a rough, industrial looking embossed logo. Again, words like “organic” and “industrial”, that are not used together, manage to co-exist. Just like a sculpture of Constantin Brancusi, the crown combines the warmth of the organic design with the modern coldness of the metal. The crown is constructed using polished and satin surfaces.

MING 19.02 Worldtimer is well balanced in dimensions. All the watch elements integrate seemly together.

The Worldtimer uses two deep-box sapphire crystal to accommodate the new complication. From the previous 19.01, the titanium case didn’t suffer modifications.

The grade 5 titanium offers lightweight for the case. Troublesome and hard to be processed, titanium offers increased protection against scratches.

  The perks of being a wallflower Worldtimer

The MING 19.02 Worldtimer, as its name says, is a Worldtimer complication implemented in the MING style.

First, the case and the crystals must deal with the extra volume needed by the complication. For this, the deepness of the sapphire was increased.

Direct comparison between the MING 19.01, on top, and the MING 19.02, on the bottom. The increased thickness is difficult to be noticed without a direct, physical comparison. Only a trained eye and a connoisseur of the brand might notice directly de difference.

The dial had also suffered to welcome the worldtimer complication. The sapphire was treated, in a unique process, to achieve the deep black in the centre, gradient washed to the edges. The rose gold plated movement can be admired on the outer edges. But this is nothing really new, having the 19.01 in mind.

The fabulous Worldtimer dial of the MING 19.02 brings the same gradient dial of the previous iteration but is enriched with a cool complication.

There are 24 cities mentioned on the dial. Of course, the most important 24 references of globe’s timezones. The 24 hours disc is visible through a nicely realised opening in the black lacquer. The opening’s edge is not abruptly delimited but rather in a Brownian looking finish.

Detail of the Worldtimer implementation

The 24 hours disk is well visible under the dial’s mask. The view is pleasant. Again, “organic” comes into my thoughts.

The sapphire dial edges reveal partially the beauty of the movement’s rose gold finish.

The fabulous good looking SuperLuminova ring from the 19.01 is present on the 19.02 as well. But this time, I just forgot to make a #lumeshot for my #watchesunderthetable set. As accustomed, the hands are skeletonized and filled with Superluminova X1.

Detail of the hands hovering over the sapphire crystal dial. Note the reflections on the dial discs. The cities are printed under the sapphire dial to be closer to the 24 hours disc and minimise the parallax effect.

  When the movement moves you

MING 19.02 uses again a fabulous Schwarz-Etienne movement. Calibre ASE220.1 was specially adapted for MING Watches.

Turning the MING 19.02 Worldtimer reveals the beauty of the calibre ASE220.1

I am deeply and irreparable in love with the Schwarz-Etienne movements. The construction, the modularity, the finishes are top, top… I know them for several years and never failed me, in any aspect. So, again for the 19.02, the brand did a marvellous job.

MING 19.02 Worldtimer case back reveals under the sapphire crystal the beauty of the Cal. ASE220.1

Note: in case you observe a slight deviation of gold shades is because the watch is a prototype and the processes are not yet well established.

MING Cal. ASE220.1 is a micro-rotor automatic design with Worldtimer complication designed for MING Watches

The finishes are exceptional. The bridges are partially skeletonised to allow a better view of the movement’s components and depth. The frost finish is realised using bead blasting. The edges’ beveling (anglage) is hand made and hand polished. The movement is enriched and protected by a 5N rose gold plating.

View of the bidirectional automatic winding micro-rotor manufactured in high-mass tungsten.

The Tungsten rotor weight is adorned with geometric shapes and bears the engravings “Schwarz-Etienne for MING 34 Jewels“. A small detail, a nice touch…

The skeletonised winding gear and barrel reveal the mainspring. The spring offers a staggering 70 hours power reserve at full wind.

One of the beauties of the MING Cal. ASE220.1 is the exposure of the constituent components. It denotes the self-trust the brands, MING and Schwarz-Etienne have in their own forces and capabilities.

MING Cal. ASE220.1 is adjusted to five positions and offers a hacking function.

While I am not aware of the exact chronometric capabilities, the Schwarz-Etienne’s experience and the MING’s strictness are for me enough guaranty of the watch’s chronometric quality.

Another view of the Cal. ASE220.1 opening. The movement offers a good and detailed view of almost all elements.

  God is in the details

MING 19.02 is a beautiful watch. The delicate look is just an impression at first. The watch is robust and nicely built with an unusual elegance. The finishes are exceptional. Taking into account the extraordinary visibility offered by the sapphire dial on the top and the movement’s openwork style, I can say that MING 19.02 has no secret.

The thickness increase to fit the new complication is unobservable on the wrist. Comfortable and elegant, the watch glued to my heart. It was hard to remove it from my wrist. As the above video showed, setting/winding is facile.

As expected, the MING 19.02 looks rather gorgeous on the wrist.

You got a nice overall package for the price: modern technology, cool ideas and the “independent” badge. Add two straps from Jean Rousseau Paris and all good. Aaah, there are two straps from the prestigious strap maker already in… So, there is absolutely no reason why one should not buy and enjoy this. Other than financially, of course. Still, is one of those pieces that deserve attention.

Forgot to mention how the straps and the signed steel buckle look – great!

  MING 19.02 Worltimer specifications and price

The MING 19.02 Worltimer has a price tag of CHF 11,900 and the new orders will ship from the end of Q1-2020. Prices include insured DHL courier worldwide.

Functions: hours and minutes, 24 hour world time, micro-rotor automatic winding

The case, dial & hands:

39mm diameter, 11.2mm thickness, grade 5 titanium

Double box sapphire crystal with double-sided anti-reflective coating

Sapphire dial, radial gradient from opaque black to transparent

Chapter ring, logo and rear markings laser-etched into the sapphire crystals

Polished bezel and lugs; finely brushed caseband

Hands and dial ring with Superluminova X1

Rigid case without spacer rings

50m water resistance

20mm lug width

Movement:

Schwarz-Etienne for MING Cal. ASE220.1

Partial skeletonization with 5N rose gold coating and bead blasted bridges

Hand polished anglage

Hacking function

~70-hours power reserve at full wind

Bidirectional automatic winding with high-mass tungsten microrotor

Movement adjusted to five positions

Straps:

Includes 2x calf leather straps by Jean Rousseau Paris

20mm width, curved bars with quick release

All straps come fitted with signed stainless steel buckles

Will fit 160-210mm wrist circumference

Travel pouch:

Handmade by Koji Sato in Kuala Lumpur from vegetable tanned natural leather

1-year warranty against defects

Made in Switzerland

MING continually aims to improve aesthetics and functionality of products where possible; to this end we reserve the right to make changes prior to final delivery.

  Pre-order deposits may be cancelled for a 50% refund at any time up to shipment, except in the unlikely event we are unable to deliver,  for which a full refund will be made. Watches will be delivered in the order payments were received.

If you would like to pre-order via bank transfer instead of Paypal, MING Watches offers a CHF 1,000 discount on the price – for more details please email MING Watches at hello@ming.watch.

As expected, the MING 19.02 look rather gorgeous on the wrist.

MING 19.02 Worldtimer is well balanced in dimensions. All the watch elements integrate seemly together.

The grade 5 titanium offers a lightweight for the case. Troublesome and hard to be processed, titanium offers an increased protection against scratches.

Another key element of the MING watches is the crown. It reminds me of the sculptures of Constantin Brancusi

The combination of polished and satin brushed surfaces emphasis the beauty and the elegance

MING 19.02 Worldtimer follows closely the design and the elements of its predecessor adding volume to accommodate the worldtimer complication.

MING 19.02 Worldtimer

The sapphire dial edges reveal partially the beauty of the movement’s rose gold finish.

Detail of the Worldtimer implementation

The fabulous Worldtimer dial of the MING 19.02 brings the same gradient dial of the previous iteration but is enriched with a cool complication.

Direct comparison between the MING 19.01, on top, and the MING 19.02, on the bottom. The thickness is difficult to be noticed without a direct, physical comparison. Only a trained eye and a connoisseur of the brand can notice directly de difference.

MING Cal. ASE220.1 is a micro-rotor automatic design with Worldtimer complication designed for MING Watches

MING 19.02 Worldtimer case back reveals under the sapphire crystal the beauty of the Cal. ASE220.1

The skeletonised winding gear and barrel reveals the mainspring.

View of the bidirectional automatic winding micro-rotor manufactured in high-mass tungsten.

MING Cal. ASE220.1 is adjusted to five positions and offers a hacking function.

Another view of the Cal. ASE220.1 opening. The movement offers a good and detailed views of almost all elements.

Forgot to mention how the straps and the signed steel buckle look.

Turning the MING 19.02 Worldtimer reveals the beauty of the calibre ASE220.1

About MING (Official description)

MING is a horological collective formed and funded entirely by a group of six watch enthusiasts from around the world under the leadership of Ming Thein, a photographer, designer, business strategist and above all, a lover of watches. Together, the MING team draws from over 80 years of total experience collecting fine timepieces – ranging from vintage to avant-garde; from quality affordables to six-figure commissioned independent pieces.

When we started collecting, iconic pieces were more accessible and a genuine sense of value and joy accompanied each acquisition. Our goal with MING is to bring back this sense of excitement and discovery through a series of pieces that show considered deliberation and refinement in every detail, but remain accessible to a wider audience. We will be the first to admit that we don’t manufacture in-house, but rather use the most appropriate suppliers for the design intent and price point. The majority of our suppliers also work with major Swiss brands; assembly, regulation and testing is performed in Switzerland, with final quality control done personally in Malaysia.

MING is our way of sharing our experience with enthusiasts who want to discover watchmaking substance beyond brand, for budding aficionados and seasoned collectors alike.

We’re always happy to hear from fellow enthusiasts – please contact us at hello@ming.watch, and follow our journey @mingwatches on Instagram and Facebook.

MING is a registered trademark in Switzerland and Malaysia and represented by Horologer MING Sdn Bhd (1255711-P), Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Hands-on review of the MING 19.02 Worldtimer – Around the wrist, around the world Remember the MING 19.01 that I reviewed last year? Ming iterated it to the MING 19.02 Worldtimer…