#will sakitty be in there...........

[flovverworks]

(guy who always get deep into media like this) its so over for me

[aria0fgold]

This card is getting me badly.

Cain Knightley mahoyaku why are you posed Like That. Please do not pose like that near me I was once a genshin player, I cannot unhear Zhongli.

[zzzenmui]

Sorry, sakitty, the sage is straight up going through it. and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. a mental breakdown.

[tomose]

[Someday, in the Kitchen Where Echoes Smile] Chapter 1 Translation

This day was marked by the melodic chirping of birds.

AKIRA: (Uh-oh, I lost track of time while writing in my tome… I wonder if they’re still serving lunch.)

…Hm?

Carrying Sakitty in my arms, I arrived on the last step of the stairs leading to the dining hall. However, the scene before me stopped me in my tracks. Depressing? Chaotic? I can’t quite find the right words to describe it.

SNOW: *sob sob*

LENNOX: Please don’t take it to heart, Master Snow.

RUSTICA: La la la~♪ It happens to the best of us~♪

FIGARO: Wow, a song of comfort from the virtuoso himself. That ought to stop you from crying, right?

MITHRA: *CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH* *munch munch*

AKIRA: (…What the…) G-Good afternoon, everyone. Is, um, everything all right?

RUSTICA: Good afternoon, Master Sage. I’ve never been better; unfortunately, the same cannot be said for Master Snow here.

FIGARO: He burnt the lunch he was making for Master White to a crisp. That’s why he’s a bit down in the dumps.

If you’re wondering, it’s that charred matter Mithra is eating as we speak.

MITHRA: *CRUNCH CRUNCH* *CRACKLE*

SACRIFICIUM: *sniff* !

AKIRA: (Sakitty’s tail puffed up from the smell alone...)

LENNOX: Master White’s reaction didn’t help either…

FIGARO: He took one bite, then magically disappeared without saying a word; we don’t know where he went.

If you ask me, he deserves credit for even putting that suspicious mass in his mouth.

LENNOX: Master Snow seems to have taken it hard regardless.

RUSTICA: Hence we are here to offer emotional support.

AKIRA: You don’t say…

SNOW: *sob* I could use more consoling here, my dear Sage~

AKIRA: Um… I’m guessing you burnt it because you set the flames too high? As long as you work on your heat control, I’m sure you can make something delicious next time! Cheer up, okay?

SNOW: *whimper* The heat level wasn't the problem exactly...

AKIRA: Huh? Then how did you burn it?

LENNOX: Apparently, he sauteed flaming potatoes, flaming mushrooms, flaming bacon, and flaming apples in scorching olive oil.

AKIRA: …So um, judging by those names…

LENNOX: Every ingredient used, as you might have guessed, was covered in flames.

AKIRA: (What a plot twist!)

FIGARO: Just between you and me, any reasonable person could have seen that coming from a mile away. But in Master Snow’s case, he lets his mood and sudden impulses fuel his cooking inspiration.

SNOW: Figaro, I can hear you loud and clear.

MITHRA: Why did you go all out on flaming ingredients, anyway? Were you hoping to set White on fire?

SNOW: Don't be ridiculous! I just thought how cool it would be to cook my dish in a constant flambé, that’s all! I was going to call it, “Scorching Crimson Sauté”! Come on, you must agree the name has a nice ring to it!

AKIRA: (Like some high-quality equipment you see in video games…)

NERO: Hey, Sage.

RIQUET: We brought you your lunch. It’s omelet day!

AKIRA: Ah, I almost forgot what I came here for… Thank you, Nero and Riquet.

RIQUET: You’re welcome. If you find peas in your meal, those are the ones I helped shell. Isn’t that right, Nero?

NERO: Yep. You were a huge help.

RIQUET: Hehe!

Snow’s sniffling has yet to cease. Although his issue was still on my mind, I picked up my spoon as everyone gestured me to.

AKIRA: That was so nice of you, Riquet. Good job. I’ll savor every bite of this.

RIQUET: Thank you. Please, help yourself!

NERO: By the way, what happened to the dish you were cooking next to me? The one that was burning like crazy.

SNOW: *whimper* See for yourself.

MITHRA: *chow CHOW*

NERO: Yeaaahh, I kinda figured…

CAIN: Master Sage–Oh and Nero, just who I wanted to see. Good thing somebody from the East is around.

AKIRA: Hello, Cain.

RIQUET: Did you submit the report to Cock Robin?

NERO: What’s up? Need me for a mission or something?

CAIN: Yes and yes. I just traded our report for this new mission form.

A strange anomaly seems to be happening in the Town of Blue Scales in the East.

NERO: Town of Blue Scales…

RIQUET: The name doesn’t ring a bell. What kind of place is it?

CAIN: The Town of Blue Scales is an inland port situated on the banks of the great transcontinental river. Cargo ships frequently sail back and forth from there to all over the world—including the Town of Glory—so it’s also known as the Gateway to the East.

What else, uh… Nero, anything to add?

NERO: Huh? Oh… Sure, lemme jog my memory a bit.

It’s a large town that’s…how do I put this? Uncharacteristically tranquil and friendly compared to other parts of the East. Welcoming a steady stream of visitors from the Western and Central countries definitely plays a part in that.

Aside from what was mentioned…the town is lined with a significant number of restaurants and pubs. Some say that if officials were to conduct a consensus, they’d find that restaurants outnumbered residents.

And given that it’s a port town, it’s home to a large-scale, year-round market. With countless customers and accessible ingredients within reach, running a restaurant has never been easier.

SNOW: Hmm, a year-round market…

CAIN: True, the town does sound like a dream come true for chefs. When you were living in the East, did you get to shop there yourself?

NERO: Yeah, well…I used to live there. But only for about a decade, give or take.

ALL: What?!

Nero mentioned it so casually that we all couldn’t help but raise our voices in surprise. The wide-eyed look on Riquet’s face then turned to that of concern as his brows drooped.

RIQUET: Does that mean…your friends and acquaintances are in trouble?

NERO: Nah, I lived there a long time ago. Anyone I knew then would have relocated to the afterlife by now.

Anyway, what’s this anomaly you’re talking about?

CAIN: Reports of ghost sightings at an old restaurant, which has long since shuttered its doors, began following the most recent attack of the Great Calamity. We’re not talking about just one or two here—as many as ten allegedly could be haunting the place at any given time.

Although no one has suffered any real harm so far, neighboring residents are scared out of their wits. That’s why they turned to us to investigate.

LENNOX: Ten is a lot, even considering that abandoned spots and paranormal phenomena go hand in hand.

FIGARO: Based on what we know, it sounds like the building is reliving dreams of the past.

AKIRA: Dreams? The building itself, you say?

FIGARO: Buildings bear witness to and nurture human activities, making them highly permeable to a myriad of emotions and sentiments.

RUSTICA: Those emotions could, for a number of reasons, be rekindled out of the blue and project bygone glories. This phenomenon is called ”Dreams Relived by Buildings”.

While visiting an old mansion, I myself have had the chance to observe lost echoes of a wedding banquet from two centuries ago.

MITHRA: I bet it’s another impact of the Great Calamity. We’ve seen cases of the moon reviving defunct emotions and forgotten sentiments.

AKIRA: So that’s what’s happening… Even if we’re not dealing with ghosts this time, it’s best if we resolve this as soon as possible, right?

Nero. Since you know the area, can I leave this mission to you?

NERO: Sure, I'm on it.

AKIRA: Thank you. If we could get a few more ha—

SNOW: Restaurant, echoes, year-round market, Nero… Restaurant! Echoes! Year-round market! NERO!!

All of a sudden, Snow sprung off his chair while yelling some chant. This caused Nero to back away in a tizzy.

NERO: Sheesh, what was that for? No need to shout my name like that, you're freaking me out…

SNOW: I had an epiphany!

SNOW: Echoes of the restaurant, a year-round market, and lastly, Nero–the groundwork is laid for a cooking class hosted by you!

NERO: Huh?

ALL: What?

CAIN: I’m afraid we’re not seeing the connection, Master Snow. Would you care to elaborate?

SNOW: Here is the idea: The true nature of the suspected hauntings is, most likely, the lingering sentiments embedded in the restaurant. Surely these are related to cooking and dining.

Now, there are several approaches to subduing a phenomenon of the sort, the easiest of which would be to sublimate said sentiments.

In this specific instance, we must hold a cooking class hosted by Nero, followed by a session of cooking and eating together. And that ought to solve the anomaly! Thoroughly and perfectly!

AKIRA: I’m…not sure I follow…

MITHRA: How can you be so sure without investigating firsthand? For all we know, there could be a horde of ghosts—

SNOW: Gosh, Mithy, you picked the wrong time to act as the voice of reason! Here comes another serving of charcoal! Open wide!

MITHRA: Hrmph! *nom nom*

SNOW: Look, if this strange anomaly turns out to require some serious action, then I will personally see to its thorough resolution! The cooking class can wait after the fact!

FIGARO: When you put it that way, solving the anomaly and hosting a cooking class just lost any correlation.

MITHRA: A hom fuh ehl shluv fis awowghfafee uh mrf.

CAIN: Say that again?

MITHRA: *swallow* The one who will solve this anomaly is me.

AKIRA: (He actually repeated himself…)

SNOW: Pretty please? I would love to recapture Whitey’s heart through cooking!

NERO: …Don't mean to disappoint, but teaching people how to cook falls right into my blind corner…

Nero pulled away, reluctant to the idea of being an instructor. In stark contrast, Rustica and Riquet craned their necks in excitement, two sets of eyes shining bright.

RUSTICA: This conversation has given me the inspiration and motivation to repay Chloe for all that he does for me. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, allow me a spot in your cooking class.

RIQUET: To be able to solve an anomaly and to learn cooking from Nero simultaneously–a truly meaningful use of time.

…It would be nice if I could bake an apple pie for my fellow wizards...

NERO: Apple pie?

[srovtl]

Obbligato of Soot-Coated Bravery Chapter 10

???: He—y, hold o—n!

Shylock: Oh, This voice… It's coming from the mines.

Bradley: It's the miners. So they've heard that we're going back.

Craig: You guys are leaving already? I'd wanted to have ten more parties! At least!

Craig: Anyway thank you so much for helping Mason!

Black-haired miner: And the monster! Thanks for solving that problem!

Brown-haired miner: We can keep living here as usual. So come visit us anytime!

The miners came running towards us, shouting and waving.

Mister Mason turned around and smiled fondly at the sight.

Then he turned forward again and tapped his fist against Lennox's chest.

Mason: Mister Lennox. Let me thank you one last time.

Mason: You are the savior of this mine.

Mason: Thank you for protecting me… and my comrades!

Lennox smiled.

Dazzling, nostalgic, loving, as if burning the image into his eyes. Eyes filled with so many emotions.

The mine spreads out beneath the blue sky. The tough miners exchange smiles. This scenery must resemble his hometown...

I'm sure Lennox is burning it into his mind right now.

Rutile: Alright, I'll open it.

Akira: I'm counting on you, Rutile!

Chloe: Oh, I'm getting nervous!

Rutile: Tada!

Rutile spreads the newspaper he's holding out wide on the table.

It's the issue published today by the newspaper company Luchino works in.

Amazingly, our article written by Luchino has been approved for publication…

We were so delighted, we decided to go and read it together at the wizards’ house, with all the members from that time gathered together.

Bradley: Which one is it?

Heathcliff: Ah, this article. I think it's that one.

Rutile: Oh my! Look at this headline!

Rutile: It says, "The savior of the coal mines appears." So cool!

Lennox: ...The savior of the coal mines…

Arthur: That would be Lennox. He witnessed his exploits with his own eyes, so it's only natural that he'd call him so.

Shino: Heh. I'll let him have it this time, but next time I'll be the one to take the lead role.

Akira: What else is written in it?

Shylock: Master Sage, please sit next to me. I'll read the article to you.

Akira: Oh, that'd be helpful, thanks Shylock!

I immediately picked up Sakitty and went over to Shylock's side.

Luchino's article described Lennox's exploits, single-handedly killing a monster that was a threat that could have wiped out the village.

Then there was talk about Rutile's devoted nursing, and how he even helped out at the mine and communicated harmoniously with the villagers at parties.

The article described how the sage's wizards connected with the people and solved their problems.

The article ended with the words, "If you're in trouble, go to the wizards’ house!", achieving the main purpose of this article.

Akira: ...I'm really glad Luchino wrote the article.

Akira: I could tell that he was watching all of you honestly and sincerely.

Akira: Especially Lennox's role...! He spoke of a wizard who is so earnest and willing to risk his life to help us.

Akira: I'm sure a lot of people will want to meet you and talk to you.

Akira: Thank you so much, Lennox. 

I want to convey my gratitude, which I can't express in words, so I bow deeply to Lennox.

As I raise my head, he scratches his chin with a troubled expression.

Lennox: I'm not the type to be worshipped as a savior.

Lennox: Someone who could truly save the world… Would be people like Lord Faust and Prince Arthur.

Lennox: I'm the type of man who believes in people like that and fulfills his divine mission.

Shino: ...Hmph. You're pretending to be humble. But I know though.

Shino: That you're a surprisingly ambitious man.

Akira: What do you mean Shino?

Shino: When we fought the monster in the mine... You said you wanted to kill it yourself, which was unusual for you.

Shino: To avenge Mason

Lennox: Yeah

Shino: And to have a second chance with the wandering hell, am I wrong?

Lennox: A second chance...?

Shino: Yeah. You were the one who pushed the wandering hell into a corner, but then this guy Isaac got in the way.

Shino: I was actually wondering. That maybe you were frustrated.

Lennox: Shino...

Shino: So when you came forward and said you wanted to kill it...I realized.

Shino: I guess you've been looking for a chance to defeat the big guy all by yourself.

Lennox: Thank you, Shino. I'm very happy about your feelings.

Lennox: But... I'm sorry. I don't feel any regret about that wandering hell incident.

Shino: Huh?

Shino: Why? He interrupted your credit.

Lennox: Haha... I guess that's how it looks to you.

Lennox: But my goal... I did achieve it back then.

(Flashback)

Faust: Leno, pull yourself together. I will heal you...

Lennox: ...I don't need it. Please use your valuable power for other important things...

Faust: But...!

Lennox: …I attacked the monster's head, heavily damaging it, but that has healed over time.

Lennox: Even if you attack the head, it's difficult to cause a fatal blow...

Lennox: ……But then I noticed something strange on its abdomen. Below the ribs...

Lennox: Under the purple skin, I saw a faint glow, like a mana stone...

Faust: Below the ribs, a mana stone…

Faust: Same as the man-made wizards...?

Lennox: If we attack it, we may be able to deal a fatal blow to that monster...

Lennox: When attacking without using magic, while a large amount of miasma does not come out from the surface of the body...

Lennox: ……..It does forcefully spit miasma out from its claws and mouth.

Lennox: as long as we dodge that and destroy the mana stone-like thing in its stomach…

Lennox: Perhaps... there might be a chance of victory...

Faust: ... The mana stone in its stomach. Got it. I'll tell everyone. Just don't talk anymore, Leno...

(End of flashback)

Lennox: We can't fight the wandering hell with magic. That's why I went to fight.

Lennox: I certainly couldn't kill him with these hands, but...

Lennox: I had the key to victory in my hands. And I handed that key over to Lord Faust.

Lennox: And that had reached everyone, so we were able to destroy the wandering hell.

Lennox: So… For me, I think I've achieved my job.

Akira: (Lennox...)

A modest, sincere, and caring wizard. And above all, he is our friend.

That fact makes me so happy and proud.

Shino: …..

Lennox: I'm sorry, Shino. Even though you gave me the credit.

Shino: No. I am the one who said something rude. You're right.

Shino: ......Huh? Then why did you say that you wanted to kill it this time?

Lennox: That's because...

Lennox: I had a dream.

Lennox: I thought it would be a stepping stone to a kind of job I could do.

Shino: …..?

Arthur: Master Sage, Shino, Lennox. Sorry to interrupt you.

Arthur: I'll have to excuse myself here.

Arthur: I'm going to bring this article with me today and go to see my uncle.

Akira: Oh, I see! Have a nice trip, Arthur. Please give my best regards to Mister Vincent.

Arthur: I will.

—The Wizards’ House, to connect wizards and humans.

What kind of scenery will the future we aim for show us?

As I was thinking that. There was a knock on the door.

An elderly woman with an anxious look on her face peeked in from the slowly opening door.

Elderly Woman: Um...I heard that the savior of the coal mines might be here, so I came.

Shylock: Come in, this way.

Elderly Woman: Oh, thank goodness! I saw this and came here!

Elderly Woman: Savior of the mine, Sage's wizards. Would you please help me...!

She was holding today's newspaper with Luchino's article in it.

Everyone's eyes turn toward Lennox.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Lennox stepped forward as everyone looked at him with looks that seemed to tell him it was time to take the stage.

He turned his sincere, straightforward gaze to the woman.

Lennox: I'm not that impressive a man, but...

Lennox: I'll listen. If I can be of any help to you.

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[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Sonatina of the Perverse and Intoxicating Service Episode 09

Shylock: Owen...

Shylock, who was chatting with a customer, flips his apron and comes out from behind the counter. Sakitty also rushes over here.

Mitile, with his hands slightly sweaty, tugs at my sleeve.

Mitile: Master Sage, over here... I'll protect you if anything happens.

Akira: Mitile...

Oz: ...As I thought, having this man serve customers was reckless. Shylock, choose. Will the lounge's customers be killed, or will I kill Owen to stop him?

Shylock: That's... Neither option is very beautiful.

Customer with piercings: Y-yeah! You guys are going too far!

Customer with a hat: Today, this lounge is Shylock's place. You can't run wild and break things like that...

Owen: <Quare Morito>

Shylock: Owen!

As if cutting through Shylock's voice, a fork on the table sharply cut through the air.

It grazes the cheek of the customer who shouted and pierces the wall.

Owen: If you like this lounge so much, shall I make it your graveyard? Right in front of your beloved Shylock... What do you say, my kind Master?

The customers who received the cold gaze trembles and hugs their shoulders.

However, true to a Western wizard who turns even fear into excitement, his cheeks flushes.

Customer with a hat: S-scary...

Customer with piercings: I'm going to be killed...!

At that moment, a drip sound is heard, and several drops of honey spill from the magical tool.

The red accumulated liquid surface is melting into a deep color like a rich wine.

Akira: Purple honey...?

Owner: What does this mean? I've never seen honey of this color before!?

The owner, who is pale, scoops up some of the honey with a spoon.He drops a drop on the back of his hand and brings it to his mouth.

Owner: This is… D-delicious! You guys should try it too!

Akira: Huh!? Y-yes. Gulp... It's...

Mitile: ...! Delicious!

Owner: Ah! The flavor, the depth, and the slight bitterness combine to exquisitely enhance the rich taste of the honey. It's truly like the taste of a dangerous love...

Akira: The taste of a dangerous love…

At those words, the lounge customers exchange glances.

Akira: (In other words, customers here are definitely excited. So it's like a suspension bridge effect...!?)

Owen: .…..

Suddenly, Owen lowers his hand.

As he looks around the lounge in a teasing manner, the customers shrink back.

Drip, drip. The sound of honey dripping.

Customer with curly hair: P-please, forgive me...

Owen: For what? You... Do you want to see what's in my trunk?

Customer with curly hair: Trunk...?

Owen: Yes. My dog is inside. Cerberus, the hound of hell. ...Look.

Customer with curly hair: Eek! It's, it's real...!

Owen: Haha! You're crawling on the floor with a face that looks like you're about to cry, how pathetic. ...Now, now, look. I'll give this poor lady a service.

Customer with curly hair: C-coffee... It's cold...

Owen: You can't drink my coffee?

Customer with curly hair: N-no, of course not! Thank you very much...

Customers: What is this feeling...? I feel like I'm being tossed around by fear, excitement, and confusion! His malice and murderous intent are real. But that's what makes it so irresistible...!

Purple honey drips into the bottle one after another.

Slowly, the balance of the place seems to be restored.

Owen: Huh, this is a lot easier.  I should have done this sooner.

Shylock: ...Owen. To obtain the finest honey, you need both you and the customers. If you're going to give them fear, make sure it's only the kind they can enjoy. Stirring up excessive anxiety is forbidden. Otherwise, the rich and sweet honey you've created will turn bitter, black, and murky. Please be careful with the dosage.

Owen: Heh...

Shylock: You can do it, can't you? You're a renowned wizard who can do many things that I can't, after all.

Owen: Who knows. I guess it depends on these guys.

Owen snorts and sits down heavily on the sofa again.

Owen: You guys. Be more excited. Be thrilled and elated for my honey.

Akira: Blackmail!?

Owen: Look, Oz, put your staff away. I'm providing a service that will please the customers. And yet, you're still going to punish me?

Oz: ……. He's a fickle man.

Shylock: Oz, thank you. I'm glad it didn't come to anything serious. And, it seems Owen has finally gotten into his role.

Akira: Shylock...is this your plan all along?

Shylock: I wasn't sure, but I thought it could work. Although we only use one word “excitement” or “elation” to describe these feelings, if the nature is different, completely different flavors will be born… The blade is as beautiful as it is sharp. Danger and charm are always side by side.

In front of Shylock's gaze, one by one, customers approach Owen.

As if willingly stepping on a lion's tail, they are thrilled by fear and excitement.

Shylock: With his tongue, his gaze, his hands, feet, and magic… Owen's skillfully woven charm will feel like a sweet poison-laced one-night dream. .….That said, a purely bitter taste wouldn’t be balanced.

While watching the customer seats boiling with Owen's service, Shylock heads out to greet people. Oz also returns to his position with his staff, and orders gather for Mitile and me as well.

As if it just finished taking a breath, the lounge begins to liven up again.

Shylock's sweetly seductive charm is mingled with the eerie and dangerous thrill that Owen creates…

They’re enveloped in cheers and screams, like a weaving of candy and a whip.

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

[vollmond-laboratory]

In Love with this Noche of Imprisonment — Part 1

(Northern Tundra)

[Flashback starts]

Bradley: “You’re pretty damn persistent, Mia.”

Bradley: “Y’here to try and kill me again?”

Mia: “What if I am, huh?”

Mia: “You’re my prey, trash. This’ll be the day you take your last breath.”

Bradley: “Jeez, calm down for a minute, would’ja? Look here. I’ve brought you somethin’ good today.”

Bradley: “Somethin’ you’ll wanna eat almost as much as my mana.”

Mia: “What?”

Bradley: “Lookie here.”

Mia: “…Are you mocking me right now?”

Mia: “You must think I’m an idiot, trying to gift me the mere fruit of some common tree.”

Bradley: “Hey now, don’t jump to conclusions. My chef told me spoils like these are damn near unobtainable.”

Bradley: “It ain’t exactly easy to come by fancy sweets up here in the North, and these don’t taste half bad.”

Bradley: “Y’like sweet things, don’tcha?”

Mia: “…!”

Mia: “…”

Mia: “…I do like them.”

Bradley: “Glad t’hear it. We found it mixed in with some shit we stole a while back, but me n’my men don’t have any use for somethin’ so cutesy.”

Bradley: “If I’m rememberin’ right, it’s name is—”

[Flashback ends]

Mia: “…Bradley…”

Mia: “How long has it been since you were separated from these Northern lands…”

Mia: “…Ugh. Dammit, I’m furious… Just remembering it makes me so mad I want to scream.”

Mia: “…Ahh…”

Mia: “Bradley… If only I could see you again, just once more…”

Mia: “When that time comes, I’ll finally be able to—”

Bradley: “Achoo!”

Mia: “…!”

Bradley: “Tch, got sent flyin’ again… This fuckin’ injury…”

Bradley: “…Huh?”

Bradley: “Wait, ain't that…”

—

(Manor Dining Room)

Akira: “…Not here today either, huh…”

Looking around at everyone eating their breakfast that morning with Sakitty, I let my shoulders slump with a dejected sigh.

I could see Rustica gracefully drinking some tea…

Mithra stuffing his cheeks full of meat…

And even Mitile sipping at some delicious-looking corn soup — but still not the person I was actually looking for.

Mitile: “Are you looking for someone, Master?”

Akira: “Mitile…”

Akira: “To be honest, yes… Nobody’s seen Bradley around lately, and I’m starting to get worried.”

Akira: “It doesn’t seem like he’s out on a mission or anything, so I was hoping to see him show up today…”

Mitile: “Ah, I thought so! I’ve been worrying about it too.”

Mitile: “I’ve been up to his room a few times now, but he clearly hasn’t been there for ages… I was wondering if something might have happened.”

Mitile: “…He gave me some advice on my magic I forgot to thank him for the other day, so I was hoping to see him soon…”

Akira: (Diligently wanting to convey how he feels even though the moment has already passed… That’s really nice of you, Mitile.)

Mitile: “At first I thought maybe he’d sneezed himself somewhere far away again. But there’s no way he could’ve gone that far, right…”

Mitile: “What about you, Mister Rustica? Have you seen Mister Bradley around lately?”

Rustica: “No… I haven’t, regrettably.”

Rustica: “How about you, Mithra? Have you come face to face with Bradley recently?”

Mithra: “Now that you mention it, no, I have not. His presence has been gone from the manor for some time now.”

Akira: “So it’s true, huh…”

Akira: (I know that Bradley’s a powerful wizard, but still… I can’t help worrying when it’s been this long since anyone last heard from him.)

Akira: (There has to be some way we can find him, right…? Maybe I should ask Snow and everyone else for advice.)

Suddenly, a sweet and gentle scent tickled at my nose.

When I lifted my downtrodden gaze, Nero was there offering me a gently-steaming cup.

Nero: “Here, Sage. Why don’tcha drink this hot milk and take a breather for a while, yeah?”

Akira: “Nero…! Thank you…”

Nero: “Don’t mention it.”

Nero: “Uh, y’know… I’m sure that guy you were talking about just now is doing fine. He ain’t the sorta person who kicks the bucket that easily.”

Nero: “Could be worse, yeah? At least this time we can say he probably ain’t boiling to death in a pit of magma, or something like that.”

Nero glanced furtively over at Mithra as he spoke.

Then placed the plate of freshly-cooked meat in his other hand down in front of Mithra.

Mithra: “Oh, has something like that happened before? Whoever you are talking about must be having a hard time too, hm.”

Talking as if it had nothing to do with him, Mithra swiftly devoured his food. Somehow, despite his haphazard way of eating, he still managed to look like he’d be perfect for a picture.

Mitile: “Jeez…! It’s your fault that Mister Bradley is missing, isn’t it, Mister Mithra?”

Mitile: “He probably crashed through one of your doors in space while you were fighting a magical beast or something!”

Rustica: “Is that so? As expected of someone like you, Mithra. Always so magnificent.”

Mithra: “Is that so, indeed. I must say, I do not remember anything of the like occurring recently.”

Akira: (He really has no idea, huh…)

Nero: “…I understand why y’might be worried, and y’don’t have to try and force yourself to put it outta your mind or anything like that, but…”

Nero: “Y’gotta at least have something warm to drink to take the edge off once in a while, or you’ll end up wearing yourself out.”

Mitile: “That’s right… You’re always thinking about other people first, Master Sage.”

Mitile: “And anyway, Mister Bradley has always been fine no matter where he’s sneezed himself off to before. I’m sure he’ll come home unhurt this time too!”

Akira: “Nero… Mitile…”

Akira: “You’re right. This is Bradley we’re talking about, he’s probably doing just fine!”

As I spoke, I could feel some of my worry disappearing. Just as I thought about taking a seat to drink the hot milk I had in my hand—

Rustica: “If you’re looking for a distraction, Master Sage, why don’t you take a seat beside me?”

Smiling, Rustica pulled out the chair next to him. When I sat down there gratefully, his smile widened.

Rustica: “Oh, our kind and gentle Master Sage. I can only wonder how much distress and anxiety you must be carrying within your heart for our friend who has yet to return home.”

Rustica: “I hope this gift will help to clear away some of those clouds within you.”

Rustica: “«Amorest Viesse».”

After Rustica recited his spell, a small box appeared in my hand with a twinkle of light.

Inside the box were some beautiful looking truffle chocolates.

They were a gorgeous dark brown colour, adorned with something like pink topaz sculpted into the shape of a snowflake — or a magnificently blooming six-petalled flower.

Akira: “Wow…! This chocolate is so stylish!”

Mitile: “You’re right! They seem more like gemstones in a treasure chest than chocolate. I’d want to put them on display somewhere just so I could look at them all the time.”

Nero: “Hold on, there ain’t no way…”

Nero: “Issat Benedetta fruit?”

Rustica: “As expected of someone like you, Nero. You must already know all about the ‘fruit from the Tree of Victory’.”

Rustica: “Unfortunately, however, this is nothing more than an imitation — merely chocolate that resembles the fruit’s appearance.”

Rustica: “Please, forgive me for being unable to truly satisfy you.”

Nero: “Nah, it’s my bad for getting all flustered like that.”

Nero: “I was just thinking there’s no way an actual, real-life Benedetta fruit could be here with us right now, y’know?”

Mitile: “…Um, are Benedetta fruits really that rare? I’ve never heard about them before…”

Mitile: “That thing Mister Rustica said about them being from a ‘Tree of Victory’ is kind of cool, too…!”

Mitile: “Does eating the fruit make you stronger, maybe?”

Nero: “Haha… It ain’t anything as cool as that, sorry. It’s just some fruit off a tree.”

Rustica: “The nickname ‘fruit from the Tree of Victory’ comes from the guardian who once protected the Benedetta tree.”

Akira: “Eh? There’s a tree out there lucky enough to have its own guardian?”

Nero: “Yeah. If I’m remembering right, some kinda monster made the area around that tree its territory a long time ago. The sap it gives off is its favourite food.”

Nero: “Even if y’happen to run into some just laying on the ground, y’can’t try picking ‘em up ‘cause you’ll just end up getting attacked.”

Nero: “Besides, the Benedetta tree is a real rare species. It only grows up in Northern Country, so it ain’t exactly easy to find.”

Rustica: “Which is precisely why both the taste of the fruit and the process of acquiring it have so stubbornly remained in the minds of all that have tried.”

Rustica: “And so the nickname gradually spread. The fruit of the Tree of Victory, which only those who have defeated a terrifying monster may eat… You see.”

Mithra: “…Nom. Hmm. It appears to be nothing more than some sickly-sweet confectionary, however.”

Mitile: “Ahh, Mister Mithra! That wasn’t the fruit, it was chocolate…!”

Rustica: “Ahaha. I think it’s about time we all have an after-meal dessert too, hm?”

Rustica: “We’re all waiting eagerly for Bradley to return. So long as we keep our conversation going, the time between now and then will surely fly by.”

Akira: “You’re right…! Thank you, Rustica. I’ll eat this together with the milk Nero gave me.”

Indulging in the warmth of both Rustica and Nero’s care, I carefully picked up one of the glossy, shining chocolates. Right as I was about to bite into it, though…

Figaro (offscreen): “—Therefore, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

Snow (offscreen): “You’re such a meanie, Figgypoo! Ozzy is already out on a subjugation mission, there’s no one else left I can turn to!”

Mitile: “Those voices… Is that Doctor Figaro and Lord Snow?”

Nero: “Sounds like they’re having some kinda spat.”

The two of them were clearly arguing as they walked into the dining room together. It seemed as if Snow had something he needed from Figaro.

Akira: “Good morning, you two. Is something going on?”

Snow: “Ah, Sage. You, at least, will listen to me, yes?”

Snow held a piece of paper out towards me.

Snow: “‘Tis a subjugation request. According to this, there is a monster rampaging among the snowfields further north than the City of Ice.”

Snow: “Its appearance is that of a gigantic snake, and its power is of considerable concern — or so I have heard. As such, the plan was for us Northern wizards to deal with the matter.”

Snow: “But, alas, I have seen neither hide nor hair from Bradley as of late. And so I am asking Figaro to fill in for him in his absence.”

Mithra: “So that is how it is, hm. Well, good luck with all of that, substitute Bradley.”

Figaro: “Hold on a sec, I haven’t agreed to anything yet — and you’ll be the key player there, Mithra, not me.”

Mitile: “Um… But, even without Mister Bradley there, Mister Mithra and Mister Owen are both incredibly strong, right?”

Mitile: “Even a horrible monster like that is no match for them combined.”

Mitile: “So why bring Doctor Figaro along at all? …He’s only a Southern wizard, isn’t he?”

Snow: “Ah, well, both Mithy and Wenny are terribly naughty children, you see.”

Snow: “If either of them were to realise someone who should be working isn’t, they would claim the circumstances to be unfair and vanish on us as well…”

Snow: “Even if we could get them to stay, ‘twould only be a matter of time until they decide to waste their energy fighting each other instead, neglecting the monster they were supposed to be dealing with in the first place. The fallout of such an event would almost certainly impact the City of Ice, too.”

Snow: “‘Tis situations such as those where having your dear Doctor around would be wonderfully beneficial to us, considering his social aptitude. Simply speaking: we want to take it easy!”

Figaro: “…So that’s how I ended up getting asked to help out, kind of. You’re really putting poor Doctor Figaro on the spot like this.”

Mithra: “You know, I suddenly find myself feeling as if I do not particularly want to go after all.”

Mitile: “I–I see…? So in other words, um… You’ll be supporting Misters Snow and White?”

Snow: “Yes, exactly! Normally we rely on dear Braddykins for that sort of thing, as he’s usually rather good at it.”

Snow: “Good grief. Where in the world could that boy have possibly disappeared off to for so long? I shall have Oz search for him when he returns, I think.”

At that moment, a sound suddenly reverberated through the dining room.

Rustica: “Oh? It sounds as though there’s someone knocking on the windowpane.”

Mitile: “Did something hit the window, maybe…? …I’ll go take a look.”

Mitile: “...This is…”

When Mitile turned around, what he had in his hand was a small cork, like the kind used to seal bottles of alcohol.

[sentofight]

"You can pet him if you want", it's a gesture toward the bright orange—almost fiery red—cat resting in their arms, looking rather imposing and disinterested. Although, Akira smiles, somewhat weary, an assurance that it truly would be fine. "He likes being praised as well. Don't you, Mimi?" to which said cat yawns, causing Akira to laugh in response. "I...think being close to animals can help the soul, especially now", after so much was lost and so much was gained. (EINAR. POSTTYPE0. not sakitty but. other kitty

He wouldn't be here, in Rubrum of all places if it weren't for his wife. Finding the remining of her family and friends is his new mission. He's no longer a captain in the Milites Army--heck, there is no longer Army to go back to, and good riddance if he can say that.

Would things be different had more people objected to Cid's plans? Who knows, and nothing can be gained with wishful thinking. What happened, had happened. People are still grieving their lost ones. No amount of apologizing he can do to ease a mother's pain or a child's for losing their family. Their blood is ...indeed on his hands. That's why he will do whatever he can to move on. His left hand reached to squeeze on his now unfunctional right magetik arm. So much had happened and he is not one bit regretful that he lost the use of his right arm. A small price, yes? perhaps...

This young man is familiar, he had seen him before--Rubram soldier? Mm.. no. He can't recall his position but he knows he was probably the only one pulling the cadets' bodies out of the rubble even when they are dead and no longer able to remember them. It struck something in the captain's heart to see that. To defy that fate the crystals set upon them--forget the dead, don't be dragged by the sadness. Yet, this guy was risking his life for ...the dead, too. How bizarre. At least, Einar is grateful that a gentle soul managed to survive this hellscape.

Though what initially made him come to a stop was not the young man, but his companion. Animals because of the war fled away from cities so it was rare to see them back to where people are. The cute feline definitely won his heart instantly--any cat would. So, when the offer to pet it was available, he wouldn't say no to this chance.

" . . . Alright," Einar took a step forward, leaning to reach his left hand towards the majestic looking feline. At first, he was hesitant. Not because he was scared of it, he was scared for it. The foolishness and greed of humans what made this little poor guy homeless. It does not take a genius to see that it belonged to someone who took good care of it.

Fingers carefully touching the cat then opt to scratch its head softly before he eased in to stroke its fine fur. Yeah, this is therapeutic alright. He missed Vitalis now. The white cat had to stay with his uncle until they finish their business her in Rubrum.

"True ..." he voice trailed off in thoughts. If only ...

"Mimi...is it? Is it your cat?" now a soft smile finally managed to curl his lips. "He is indeed a fine cat," popping its nose.

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[aria0fgold]

Wait... I can rebrand my main blog into sakitty... I CAN GET SAKITTY! Hopefully. Not yet sure if the url is available but I can-- use many names for them.

[kituyfied]

sakitty :D

[arbitrarygreay]

Maro is pro and facilitating, Yuukarin is idol-inappropriate, and Dawa doesn't even realize Nakazawa having to run damage control on her babies and Misono wants popcorn

[hana-akari]

Sasuke will give gentle pets to the little Sakitty

She grabbed his wrist and rubbed her head against his hand, accepting more pets from him!

Yes, she is pleased!

[srovtl]

Obbligato of Soot-Coated Bravery Chapter 3

Luchino: Well then, before we depart, allow me to ask you a few questions.

Luchino: Everyone, you're wearing different clothes today than you did last time.

Luchino: The matching designs give you a sense of unity, and it's really lovely! May I ask where you buy them from?

Chloe; Hehe, I'm glad to hear that.

Rutile: Chloe often makes our costumes to suit our requests.

Luchino: What, Mister Chloe all by himself?!

Chloe: Yeah. I prepared one for Luchino today too, so would you like to try it on?

Luchino: Wow, even for me...! Thank you, I'll treasure it so much!

Chloe: You're welcome!

Chloe: We're going to the coal mines this time. I talked to Lennox about designing it with ease of movement and functionality in mind.

Luchino: Mister Lennox?

Luchino: I believe Mister Lennox is a shepherd in a southern country. You went to ask for advice from him? Does he have an acquaintance in a coal mine...?

Lennox: I was born in a mining village. I used to be a coal miner too.

Luchino: Former coal miner...! Makes sense with that strong body!

Lennox: Not really. It was 400 years ago that I worked in the coal mines.

Lennox: But… It is a bit nostalgic.

Lennox stared at the pickaxe he was carrying on his back.

The central's wind gently brushed his bangs over his eyes.

Heathcliff: Wasn't the village where Lennox was born in the central country.

Heathcliff: I heard that there are only a few areas where coal can be extracted, so perhaps it's close to where we're heading this time?

Lennox: They are both near the southern border, but it's quite far away from it.

Lennox: Shylock and I estimated that it's about two days' journey to the mine we're heading for.

Lennox: Since the Master Sage and Luchino are with us, we came up with a reasonable plan that includes camping.

Bradley: Sure, not bad. a bit too lax for my taste though.

Chloe: Camping sounds exciting! A journey on the broom sounds fun too.

Shylock: The weather is nice, and the sky seems to support our journey.

Shylock: Well then, shall we get going now?

Everyone nods and takes out their brooms. Seeing this, Luchino's face lights up.

Luchino: W-Would I be able to ride a wizard's broom as well…!?

Rutile: Of course! If you like, you can ride my broom.

Luchino: Thank you! I've always dreamed of it!

Shino: Rutile may look like that, but he's a speed freak. Are you sure?

Luchino: Yes! I'm able to ride a wizard's broom, of course I am.

Luchino: Can it fly faster than a carriage?

Rutile: Of course. Leave it to me!

Shylock: Hehe. This reminds me of Cock Robin from a while ago.

Shino: He'll absolutely cry.

Bradley: Yeah, definitely cry. It's southie, after all.

Heathcliff: I guess he will probably cry… is it too late to stop them?

Rutile: Alrighty, let's go!

Rutile: Yay!

Bradley: Ugh, merciless from the start.

Luchino: Haha, yay!!

The Wizards, Akira: Huh?

Luchino: Amazing! So High! So Fast!

Luchino: So this is what all wizards see...!

Wizards, Akira: ……..

Akira: ...Haha!

Shino: He's got guts.

Heathcliff: You're amazing, Luchino.

Bradley: Oh, so he wasn't a spoiled brat after all.

Chloe: I'm glad to see he's okay!

Shylock: Yes. The strength of this young man has completely exceeded our expectations.

Lennox: Then let's follow him. Master Sage, please join me in my broom.

Akira: Thank you! Come on, Sakitty.

Sacrificium: ………

Numerous brooms floated gently in the gentle breeze.

Following Rutile and the others who had disappeared beyond the clouds, we set off into the open sky.

Two days later.

We arrived safely at the village where our destination, the coal mine, was located.

Just as the scent of coal brushed our noses, we heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

The villagers seemed to have seen us riding our brooms, and began to gather one after another.

Villager: It's wizards! A horde of wizards have arrived!

Villager: You guys… What do you want in this village?

Arthur: My apologies for startling you. We are the sage's wizards.

Arthur: We've heard that something strange is happening in the mines of this village. And came here to see if we can help in some way.

Villager: the sage's wizards? you mean those guys fighting against the Great Calamity...?

Villager: Rumour has it that the prince of our country was also chosen as a sage's wizard.

Villager: Such amazing people have come all the way to this remote village...! Oh, thank you so much!

Akira: (Thank goodness. It seems Arthur's face is not well known here after all.)

Just as we were feeling relieved, Luchino quietly asked us.

Luchino: Um, aren't you going to introduce Prince Arthur?

Luchino: If things stay this way, His Highness will end up being treated the same as the commoners…

Arthur: It's okay, I don't want to cause a big fuss.

Arthur: You too, Luchino, call me Arthur here. As if I am someone who happens to have the same name as the prince.

Luchino: What?! I wouldn't dare...!

As Luchino shook his head vigorously, Lennox took a step toward the villagers.

Lennox: We heard that miners are falling one after another. I wonder if gas is the cause after all.

Shino: Gas?

Lennox: When mining coal, sometimes you dig up a spot that contains gas.

Lennox: It fills the area without anyone realizing, and causes death. There have been many such accidents, so I thought this might be the same one.

Miner: That's... We don't really know.

A well-built man who looked like a miner answered with an anxious voice.

Miner: I'll tell you the details later. Anyway, is it true that wizards can use healing magic?

Miner: If so, first, can you please treat the collapsed men? They've all been in a lot of pain since the day they collapsed.

Rutile: Yes, of course. Where are they now?

Miner: They're all in bed in their own homes. They're barely breathing, I can't bear to look at them.

Rutile: I understand. I think my healing magic can be of help.

Arthur: I can use simple healing magic as well. It's not as good as Rutile, but I'd like to support him.

Arthur: First, let's try to get everyone to recover as soon as possible.

With the villagers' guidance, we first visited the victim.

Seeing the man lying there, limp and blue in the face, Rutile immediately casts a healing spell on him.

Rutile: 《Ortonik Setomaouge》

Collapsed miner: …..ughh…

Chloe: Ah, color has returned to his face a little...

Miner: ...Hey Mister wizard, can this guy be saved?

Rutile: Of course. I'll save him.

Rutile: I'm sure we'll all be having a nice warm meal tonight.

Rutile: …So you too, let's hang in there a little longer together.

Rutile held the collapsed man's hand and called out softly.

Miner: Oh...thank you. Thank you so so much...

Shino: So, the question is why those guys collapsed.

Shylock: I don't sense any curses or wizard's presence.

Arthur: Could you tell me more about the circumstances under which they collapsed?

Heathcliff: Like Lennox said, gas might have been the culprit...?

Miner: That's what we thought at first too. But then...it seemed like the bird was singing all the time.

Akira: The bird?

Lennox: Miners often bring birds into the caves. Gas is invisible after all.

Miner: You've got that right, my guy. When the bird stops singing, we run out of the cave right away. That's the rule here.

Miner: But the bird was dead next to the fallen people, and no one has regained consciousness yet...

Miner: I just don't know anymore. What on earth is going on...

Arthur: In that case, I think it would be better to investigate the incident and treat the villagers at the same time.

Arthur: Rutile and I will treat the villagers. Can I ask everyone else to investigate?

Heathcliff: Very well.

Bradley: Ahh, what a pain in the ass.

Shino: Luchino. Keep an eye on Bradley, He always slacks off.

Luchino: What, I'm going to look after Mister Bradley?!

Shylock: Oh, that's an exciting suggestion.

Bradley: Haha. Go ahead and keep an eye on me if you think you can.

Luchino: Ah, heee… I'll do my best...

Heathcliff: Luchino, don't push yourself...

The members in charge of the investigation and I decided to go and see what it was like inside the mine right away.

Miner: It's dangerous inside the mine. I'll assign one of our young ones to guide you.

Miner: Hey, Mason.

A well-built young man with short, cropped orange hair appeared, responding to the name "Mason.”

Mason: …….Hi.

The young man bows his head slightly, without changing his expression.

I don't see any sign of dislike in his weak reaction. But I don't sense in him any interest in us.

He doesn't seem to be the type to enjoy conversation, so after a brief introduction he continues silently into the mine.

Lennox: In the mines, you can inhale not only gas but also dust, which can make you sick.

Lennox: So if you start to feel unwell, please let me know right away.

Akira: I-I understand.

Luchino: I'm starting to feel a bit nervous...

Shino: Heath, did you hear that?

Shino: If you think something's wrong, you have to tell, got it? right away.

Heathcliff: I get it. You don't have to reconfirm it

Heathcliff: You're always quick to treat me like a young master right away.

Shino: You're an undeniably young master. It's not wrong, so be proud.

Heathcliff: Why are you always….

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[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Sonatina of the Perverse and Intoxicating Service Episode 07

Shylock: I'm not just an ordinary servant. I've received advice from none other than the Sage themselves. Am I right?

Akira: Y-yes! Our theme this time is…

[Flashback]

Shylock: I see... In the Sage's world, it's popular to dress up as maids and serve customers.

Akira: The first thing that comes to mind is that, yeah, it is. Maids draw pictures on omelets with sauce, or chant spells with you to make the food taste better, I think. My knowledge is biased, though...

Shylock: No, it's interesting. Might be because I'm in the service industry, but that kind of concept feels familiar and lacks a bit of novelty.

Akira: You're right... In this world, it's not unusual to be served by servants, and everyone is a real wizard when it comes to magic. Plus, I feel like it doesn't really suit Owen. Hmm...

Shylock: ...Then, how about this?

[Ends Flashback]

Shylock, receiving my cue, smoothly closes his eyes and slowly opens them.

He has a lazy look in his eyes that is a little different from usual.

Shylock: I'm just not in the mood today. If you want me to serve you, you'll have to put in the effort to charm me, Master.

Owner: Ohhhh.…..

Akira: ...Something like this: A "Selfish and Capricious Servant"!

Owner: Excellent! Just perfect! The desire to be dominated by a beautiful servant is something everyone has.

Oz: Does it...?

Mitile: Is that so...?

Owen: Ah... Cream spilled on the floor. Oh well. I don't even feel like using magic to clean it up, so I'll just leave it.

Owner: Capricious, so fickle... To spill so much and just leave it like that...

Oz: Owen...

Owen: munching...smearing...

Oz: Owen. You've got cream on your clothes.

Owen: So? I can do whatever I want, can't I?

Mitile: But at this rate, the lounge will be covered in cream! Ah, he spilled it again!

Oz: ...Is this going to be okay?

Shylock: Don't worry. He's a sight just standing there. Above all, this is a "Love at First Sight Lounge”. We need to provide a level of service that can't be experienced elsewhere. His unique words and actions will surely be appreciated...

Just then, voices can be heard from beyond the door.

???: I heard Shylock opens a bar here today!?

???: I wonder what kind of theme it is? I can't wait...!

Voices full of anticipation and excitement come from beyond the door. It seems that the opening time is approaching, and customers have arrived in the lobby. 

After confirming that everyone is in their positions, I open the door with Mitile. Sakitty has also curled up obediently on a chair at the end of the counter.

Mitile: Ahem. Welcome to the "Love at First Sight Lounge"!

Akira: Today, our selfish and capricious servants will welcome you. Please enjoy their captivating behavior!

Shylock: Oh... Are you already leaving, Master?

A calm voice reaches us, seemingly unaware of the commotion on the floor.

Shylock, sitting on a counter seat, leans back, puffs on his pipe, and smiles sweetly.

Shylock: You should have stayed a little longer.

Customer in black: Ah~~~ So that's the vibe...!

Customer with curls: Such a charming and languid figure...! Oh, my heart is racing!

Shylock: Hehe, thank you. I'll escort you to your seat.

Customers: Thank you~!

Mitile: This way, ladies!

Akira: This way, sir!

Customer with long hair: Okay~! ...Whoa!

Oz: ...

Customer with long hair: Sorry. I was too excited and skipped, so I bumped into you... Are you a guard? No, that uniform...are you a staff member here...?

Oz: ….I’m security guard. You should get to your seat quickly.

The customers who come one after another are regulars at Bennett Bar, the owner's acquaintances, lounge fans, and various others.

While the floor becomes lively, Owen, relaxing on the central sofa, calls out to a couple at a nearby seat.

Owen: Hey, that bag you have...is it a gift? I'll add it to the sweets on the table.

Woman in a dress: Oh, wait a minute...

Man in a suit: Ah! He’s already ripped it!

Shylock: Owen. The gift is for the lady, not for you. And when opening a package, you should at least ask, "May I open it?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Shylock takes a piece of fruit from the tray with a fork.

But just when Owen's mouth opens in anticipation, Shylock pulls the fork away.

Shylock: Can you behave yourself? If you can, I'll give you plenty of cream with the fruit.

Owen: I don't take orders. I only do what I want.

Shylock: That's fine. Be your usual self, reign over your special seat, and liven up the place. However, don't forget how to address the customers.

Owen: Yeah, yeah.

As Owen nods with a bored look on his face, Shylock dips the fruit in plenty of cream.

Owen, like a haughty baby bird, opens his mouth and bites into it.

Owen: Munch

Shylock: Good boy.

Shylock smiles and wipes the cream from Owen's mouth with his fingertip.

Shylock: Please listen, my masters.  Our shop's mascot cat is moody and sometimes misbehaves. Please be very careful not to get bitten.

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

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