1-3 Encounter

When I think about it, I don't know anything about this world.

I was born, my parents died, and all I had to do was get food from everyone in the village and learn magic and martial arts from my teacher.

All I have are a few spells and some martial arts skills. My teacher's homemade glove and leggings are engraved with spells, so I guess I can use those too.

“Now, which way shall I go...?”

It's been half a day since I left the village. I was running to loosen up my dull body, but I wasn't tired at all.

I don't know how it works, but this body made from white flames is quite powerful. It has more strength and stamina than the original body.

But it makes me hungry and sleepy... I really wonder what kind of principle they used to make it.

In my bag from the teacher's house, I have a potato that was growing in the field. I bit into it raw as I walked, and found a fork in the road.

“Oh, is there a town up ahead…”

There was a large forest in front of me, and a village ahead of it. The opposite direction had the words 'dead end' written on it. Then there is only one answer.

“Let's go through the forest and head for the town. Maybe we can find out how long it's been since the village was abandoned.”

I didn't hesitate to go into the forest.

It's quite a deep forest. Not much sunlight...

“I'm sure it's there… there it is. There was a Charm (呪符) in the teacher's house.”

A magician writes words on a piece of paper called a "Charm" and puts magical power into it to create a miracle.

[TN: I’ve decided to go with magician for now, because the other word is a little confusing for me. He calls himself a “jujustsu-shi” which I’m confused as what to translate it as. Since there is no proper word for magician in Japanese, I think keeping it as magician is ok as he uses spells and all. If you guys have any suggestion, please comment below. I’m kinda new at this…]

I'm also a magician. I can create and cast rudimentary spells with ease.

“[Shine your light, Hikari Tomoshibi]”

The Charm burns and in its place floats a small ball of light.

A light shines above my head and I make my way through the forest. I didn't need to use the light if it was this dark. When I lived in the village, it was pitch black in the evening, and I had trained my night vision in night combat training with my teacher.

“…Hmm?”

Suddenly, I heard a strange voice.

It sounded like a magical beast... no, no.

“Oh...no way!”

I was happy.

This could be a human voice. I never thought I'd see a human being in the middle of the woods like this!

I ran towards the voice. I couldn't contain my joy. I didn't know who it was, but it felt so good to hear and see people.

“Excuse me! Is anyone there? Excuse me!”

That's what I shouted, and went in the direction of the voice.

Then—

“What is it!?”

“Ah, eh?”

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing here... who the fuck are you?”

“You're a person, aren't you?”

“Eh? Stop fucking around!”

About ten muscular men, and....

“Wh-Who is it?”

“Get down!”

As if to protect the girl, a female knight was holding a sword.

I'm not sure what the situation is.

A broken carriage, a dead horse, ten men surrounding a girl and a female knight... and they all look at me and turn hostile.

“I'm Valflare, by the way. I'd like to ask you a few questions.”

“Now that you've seen me, I can't let you live… Kill him!”

“Ehhh!!?”

“Die, you little shit!”

“Whoa!”

One of the men attacked me, brandishing a sword!

No, wait, I just want to ask a question... aw, crap!

“I'm sorry!”

“Bloody hell!”

The bottom of the palm is broken.

I ducked and put my right palm into the man's stomach. The man vomited and fainted.

I took it easy on you, but I hope you're okay...?

I mean, killing someone because they saw you, that's a bit much.

“Oh, um...”

“You brat... you guys, he's no amateur! Surround him and kill him!”

“Hey, um, I just have a question!”

“Do it!”

“Haa~”

It's no use.

He doesn't seem to want to talk, so let's fight.

I remember what my teacher told me. In a melee, always watch your blind spot. And always kill with one blow.

“This bastard!!”

“Fuck!”

I can tell by the swing of the sword. These people are amateurs.

They just swing their weapons and have many gaps. All you have to do is sneak into their pockets and strike a blow.

Some of them are not easy to underestimate, but the teacher was much stronger.

“[Belly down, you bastard geri-geri blow]!”

[TN: The fuck kind of attack name is that -_-]

The blow with the magical power hit the man in the stomach.

The man then turned pale and held his stomach, and a beeping sound started coming from his ass.

I put a curse of stomach-ache into my fist. Now he's going to have a huge flood in his butt for three days.

[TN: Ohhhh]

“[You'll get a stomach ulcer, Gül Izz Blow]!”

“Ohh--”

The curse power of abdominal pain.

This will keep you in extreme pain for a week... sorry.

I beat the men with the spell blow and there is only one left.

“Wh-wh-what the fuck, man?”

“No, I'm just saying I want to talk to you.”

“Ku-Shit…”

“What?”

Then the man suddenly collapsed...oh, the female knight slashed him.

The female knight pointed her sword at me, but the girl with her held the knight back.

“Stop! This man has saved us, remember? Put away your sword.”

“But I don't think humans will stop by this deadly forest. Please back down.”

“I won’t!”

“Please back down!”

“I won’t!”

“U-Um…”

At this rate, it will be a fight between the lady knight and the girl.

I raised my hands and approached the two of them─────.

“─────It’s dangerous!”

“What?”

The man who had been slashed by the female knight stood up and tried to slash the girl.

The female knight could not move. So I moved.

The magic won’t be in time, so receive…no, grab!

“Ugya!”

“What---!?”

Then the sword of the man I grabbed burst into flames and melted into mush.

My hand was on fire.

A bright red flame enveloped my hand. But it wasn't hot at all. Rather...

“It’s dangerous!”

“Bugaa!!”

I punch the man and the flames go straight to him.

I thought, "Oh no," but it was too late. The flames quickly engulfed the man and burned him without leaving a single bone.

“Wh-what is this?”

Red flames.

Like the flames of hell that swallowed me up and killed me....

It's as if the hellfire that swallowed me up and killed me is still burning in my body... or is it?

I'm not sure, but I think I'm going to be able to do it.

I'm sure I'll be able to find out more. I found a good source of information.

“U-Um…”

“Please stand back, princess!”

“Oh… you idiot, idiot Aishera, I told you not to call me princess!”

"I've done it... You bastard!"

“Eh, it’s my fault?”

The princess, and the lady knight.

Meeting these two people was the beginning of my adventure... maybe.


TN: The next update will be Princess Knight


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1-2 Ruined Village

“…Eh?”

As I head to the entrance of the Hell Gate naked, I notice something strange.

“…Is Hell Gate really this rundown?”

The gate was terribly old.

When I pushed the door, it opened with a creaking sound.

That's strange... this door is sealed with a spell, so it shouldn't be able to be opened by just pushing it.

Looking through the gate, I saw blue sky and white clouds, and the smell of greenery and the comfort of the wind stimulated my body.

“Ahh... this feeling... feels so good.”

This is no time to be intoxicated by the senses.

In the meantime, I need to go to the village and explain the situation, and then I need to get dressed.

I covered my crotch with a rag that had fallen nearby and started walking toward the village.

“Haha, would you believe me if I told you I absorbed hellfire...”

Would the teacher believe me?

I wondered if everyone in the village would be happy to see me.

I thought I was dead, but I wondered what they would look like if I came back suddenly.

“Hehe… Hmm?”

Still, it's odd.

It takes about 10 minutes to run from Hell Gate to the village. If you walk, it's about 20 minutes away... but I wonder if the road was ever this desolate.

The weeds were overgrown, the pebbles and the road were rough. I don't know how many days it's been, but I wonder if there is such a thing as a rough road.

However, this is reality.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

“…It’s a lie.”

I reached the village.

To be exact… former village.

The village I used to live in had been "abandoned”.

“No way, right? Hey... what the...”

The dwellings were crumbling, as if weathered by nature.

The fields were deserted and crops were growing wild. It must be because of the river that runs through the village.

How many years or decades will pass before this happens?

At least, this will not happen in ten or twenty years...

“Oh, my house…”

I headed for the house my parents had left me.

It was abandoned after all.

The walls and roof were crumbling, and the table at which I used to eat had rotted and broken legs. When I opened the box where I had stored my clothes, I found them covered in insect bites.

I found some clothes and underwear that I could use and washed them in the river to dry. Fortunately, I had some shoes left that I could wear.

“…I’m hungry.”

When I went to the field, I found potatoes growing.

I'm not sure what to make of this. I dug up some potatoes, washed them in the river, and bit into them raw... my first meal in a long time was delicious.

"... Is there something?"

I put on some dry clothes and explored the village.

I walk into the teacher’s house and search randomly for something.

The many bookshelves were empty, and there was nothing in the desk either. I found the catalyst for spells, old grubs and leggings.

“...Come to think of it, I didn't get a single one from Teacher.”

I remember my teacher teaching me martial arts.

While watching the adults fighting with swords and spears, saying they knew how to be a sorcerer, I was learning martial arts.

Thanks to that, I was one of the strongest of my generation.

"Well, more than that..."

The floorboard under the desk rotted away and fell, revealing a wooden box inside.

Is this the teacher’s secret? I opened the lid and found a book, a glove and leggings inside. And it was brand new because it had been sealed with a spell. There was a sealing spell on the inside.

“Teacher’s diary…”

There were many things written in it.

Having welcomed me as a disciple of magic. Even though he was a martial arts teacher, but he did it without a single displeased expression. That I grew up without knowing the love of my parents, and that I lacked something in my heart. He decided that he would give me this glove and leggings if I ever took one from him. At the end the diary was soaked in tears.

“I couldn't do anything for him. He told me he was going to the gates of hell. He said he would use his one and only life for the village, not for himself... He was kind. He really believes that he is the only one without parents and that no one will be sad if he dies. That's why no one in the village stopped him… No parent would allow their own child to be sacrificed. I should have been the only one to stop it... sorry, Valflare.”

I think my teacher wanted to keep me around.

Sure, I was willing to die. The sacrifice was supposed to be a young child. I thought it was only natural that I, with no parents, should go.

Teacher saw me off... but he wanted to keep me.

“……”

There is more in the diary.

“The glove and leggings I made for her have gone to waste, but I have a feeling he'll come back someday. I'll give them to him then. I'll give you this magical device called Chaos. I'm really sorry, Valflare.”

“……”

The last date was... twenty years after I entered the Gates of Hell.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

I put on the glove and leggings that my teacher had left me.

They felt right. It's like a part of me.

“Now then…”

There's no point in staying in this abandoned village.

Strangely enough, I felt liberated. The village was gone, and I didn't know anyone. Now that I've come back to life, I'm going to live my life again.

“…Teacher, thank you very much.”

I buried my teacher's book behind my house, placed a stone as a headstone, and added flowers.

Twenty years later was the last date. And judging from the state of disrepair in this village, a lot of years have passed. No one would be alive anymore.

“I'm going on a trip. This life I've picked up... now I'm going to use it for myself.”

I only know the village of Hell Gate.

The teacher said the world is a big place. Then it's not so bad to see it.

“I’m going!!”

I left.

To know this world.

I didn’t know yet.

How did the flames of hell go out? What was that jewel? And...Where did the flames go?

Now, let the adventure begin.


TN: The previous translator wasn't wrong about the ellipses... -_-

 

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 6 - Princess Knight and breakfast

Morning by the lake, inside the camper.

In the six-mat Japanese-style room, Sophia was sitting in front of the kotatsu, and Naoto was working in front of the kitchen.

Induction cooktop, microwave oven, rice cooker. He was making full use of Patricia's interior to make breakfast.

“Naoto, what kind of magic is that?”

“Uh? What’s magic?”

He looked down at the pan in his hand and asked Sophia back over his shoulder.

“Naoto is cooking something right now, but from what I can see, you're not using a fire, and it doesn't look like you started one. How are you cooking it?”

“Yeah, it's called an induction heater. Let's see…”

He was about to say something when Naoto suddenly tilted his head.

“Oh, by the way, what kind of principle does an induction heater use to get hot?”

He pauses to think, looking up at the ceiling.

The IH cooking heater is also a type of cooking appliance, but unlike gas stoves and electric stoves, you can't tell what's going on at all.

If you ask him, he uses it as a matter of course, but he has been living without knowing it at all.

“Well, whatever.”

“Hmm?”

“No, it's nothing. Well, just think of it as a tool that converts stored electricity into heat.”

“Electricity?”

“Yes, this car is all electric, and it's built to run on something like lightning power.”

“Well, it's true that lightning can generate heat.”

Sophia nodded, satisfied.

“This is the car that keeps that lightning alive, stores it, and allows you to take it out and use it whenever you want. Yeah, it's got the sun's help, too.”

“Well, the sun is definitely hot, too.”

Sophia was easily convinced.

“…yeah.”

Naoto mumbles to himself.

After a while, the baking was done and the dish was ready.

Naoto took the dishes he had made, one by one, to the kotatsu and laid them out.

"Please wait"

“These are all dishes I've never… seen before.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah…”

As Sophia nodded, Naoto explained to her what he had prepared one by one.

White rice cooked to a lustrous shine, miso soup with steamy daikon radish, salmon fillets baked to a crisp, and pickles with the refreshing scent of yuzu in the air.

[TN: Yuzu (Citrus junos, from Japanese 柚子 or ユズ) is a citrus fruit and plant in the family Rutaceae of East Asian origin]

And—

“Is this… beans?”

“Oh, it's called nattō.”

[TN: Nattō is a traditional Japanese food made from soybeans that have been fermented with Bacillus subtilis var. natto. It is often served as a breakfast food. It is served with karashi mustard, soy or tare sauce, and sometimes Japanese bunching onion.]

“Nattō?”

“Yes, Nattō.”

A bowl of white rice and three vegetables in a soup, enough for two people, were lined up on the kotatsu.

For Naoto, who had never been abroad before, it was a homey and comforting sight to see.

Naoto sat down across from Sophia and clasped his hands together, saying, "Itadakimasu.”

[TN: Itadakimasu - expression of gratitude before meals.]

On the other hand, the princess knight in her armor, who was deathly ill at ease with a set of dishes in a Japanese-style room, was groaning in front of Naoto's cooking.

“Mmm…”

“What's wrong with you? Come on, eat.”

“Mmm… this, no but…”

Sophia, who was having some difficulty, alternately looked at her own and Naoto's dishes.

“It's the same one…”

“Yeah, I made exactly the same one for two people.”

“I mean, Naoto eats this too…”

“Of course?”

Naoto wondered what the hell she was doing.

Curious, he looked at her closely and found that her gaze was not on the entire breakfast, but on a single point.

For Naoto, a Japanese, it is no exaggeration to say that nattō is the national dish.

But Sophia is a princess knight of another world.

“Oh, you don't know how to eat nattō?”

“Yeah, uh-oh…”

“Give me that.”

Naoto then took the bowl of natto for Sophia and stirred it with his chopsticks.

“You mix it?”

“Yeah, you have to mix it well.”

“You're pulling strings…”

“This stickiness is life.”

Gently but unobtrusively, he mixed the fermented soybeans to prevent them from cracking.

Shakashaka, shakashaka.

Within a minute, the surface of the nattō became covered with white threads.

The unique smell that emanated from it triggered the memory of the delicious taste that was imprinted in his genes. Naoto's mouth began to overflow with saliva.

Naoto held it out in front of Sofia, having mixed it completely.

“Here you go.”

“Ugh…”

She took it, but furrowed her brow.

“It smells… threads, I’m pulling threads…”

“Oh, and be careful when you eat it. It's hard to get the sticky stuff off your face.”

“Sticky… smelly…”

“Haha, that's what the food is called.”

As Sofia was having difficulty, the puppy woke up, probably attracted by the smell, and came purring over.

It seems that she wakes up from sleep and spoils Naoto with its characteristic dog face.

“Kuun”

“Wake up, doggies, let's eat.”

“Woof!”

“Wait a minute.”

After rubbing the back of the puppy's head, he got up and opened the refrigerator next to the kitchen.

The puppy that followed him was flapping its tail at Naoto's feet.

“Dogs can eat fish too, right?”

“Woof!”

He removed a piece of the salmon fillet that is still left and cooked it slowly in a pan.

After baking, remove the bones and serve it to the puppy on a plate.

“Yeah, eat up.”

After watching the puppy gobble up the food, he returns to the front of the kotatsu.

That's when he noticed that Sophia was still holding the nattō and groaning.

“Huh? What's the matter, Sophia, aren't you going to eat?”

“Ah, yeah…”

“Don't you know how to eat nattō yet? Pour it on top of the rice right there.”

“Y-You pour it over the white stuff and eat it?”

“Oh, would it be faster if I actually did it and showed you?”

Naoto thought about it and stirred his own nattō in the same way as before, and put it on top of the rice.

He took a mouthful of it.

The unique bitterness of the nattō and the sweetness of the white rice were intertwined by the thread and spread in the mouth as one.

“Kuuuuu”

Naoto couldn't help but be impressed.

"After all, I have to have this kind of breakfast in the morning! I haven't eaten anything decent in the last few years."

He was so happy that he could not help but cry, even though it tasted so ordinary.

He grabbed a bite of salmon fillet this time. A greasy, moderate sweetness and saltiness rolls on his tongue.

Sipping the miso soup with a slurping sound. The flavor of the miso, which is rich in dashi, soaked into the sliced daikon radish and soaked into the body.

[TN: Dashi is a family of stocks used in Japanese cuisine. Dashi forms the base for miso soup, clear broth soup, noodle broth soup, and many simmering liquids to accentuate the savory flavor known as umami. Dashi is also mixed into the flour base of some grilled foods like okonomiyaki and takoyaki.]

Impressed by the decent breakfast for the first time in a few years, and enjoying it, a puppy came and shook his tail and looked up at Naoto.

“Woof! Woof!”

“What's the matter doggie, you've already eaten?”

“Woof!”

"Do you still want it? It can't be helped, just a little."

Naoto cut a piece of salmon from his portion with his chopsticks and served it to the puppy on the palm of his hand.

The puppy was so happy that it ate directly from Naoto's hand.

Naoto was a little relieved to see the puppy gobbling up the fish.

“Woof!”

"No more, the rest is for me."

“Kuuuu”

“I'll make it for lunch.”

“Woof!”

He rubbed the back of his head and looked back at him.

"Huh? I'm doing it again."

“This stuff… this smelly stuff…”

“Oh, you don't like natto?”

After watching for a while, Sofia raised her head and held out the natto to Naoto with a determined look on her face.

“I'm sorry, Naoto, but this is--”

“No, I'm sorry. I should not have served you natto without thinking. Even in my hometown, it's a food that people don't like.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, so sorry.”

When Naoto accepted the natto, Sofia was relieved to see him.

He smiled back at her and offered the natto he had received to the puppy.

“Do you want some of this, doggie? Its natto, it's rich in minerals.”

“Woof!”

He gave natto to the puppy, who wagged its tail.

The puppy is so happy that it bites into the fermented soybeans, even though its mouth is sticky.

“Eh?”

Sophia is surprised to see this.

“It ate it…”

“Dogs like natto a lot, although you shouldn't give them the ones with soy sauce or green onions because they're poisonous. Also, the smell is too strong for humans, but dogs like it.”

“Why didn't you say that earlier!?”

“Eh?”

“If you had told me, I gave it to you.”

“Oh, well, I should have done that.”

“Enough! Even if natto doesn't make it, I'll take this vegetable--”

"Oh, Shinka is not good for dogs because it has a strong salt content."

"What? Then this juice--"

"Miso soup is also salty."

"This fish--"

“I'm sorry, it's for human consumption and I've sprinkled salt on it. I've already given you a slice of my own.”

“Then this white one--”

“Grains aren't very easy to digest, because they're carnivores.”

“So why do we have to feed them!”

“Did you say feeding…?”

Naoto couldn't find the words to say to Sophia, who had tears in her eyes and was glaring at him bitterly.

 

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 1-1 Prologue

I'm going to die.

I don't have anything I want to do with my life. I have no regrets.

Because I can die for someone else.

“Valflare. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah. I'll be the sacrifice. Sacrifice will save this village, right?”

“But… the fires of hell will burn your flesh and your soul. Your existence will be completely wiped out, and your… soul will be removed from the cycle of reincarnation, never to be reincarnated again.”

“It’s fine. We all die… sooner or later, so it makes no difference if I die here.”

My name is Valflare. Everyone calls me Flare.

My parents died when I was very young, and I have been living off of food from the people in my village.

I have no friends. I spent every day of my life bored…

“'The Gates of Hell'… burns beyond this point, a hellfire that not even demons can approach.”

In my village, magic flourished.

A small village at the northernmost tip of the world, it seals the "Hell Gate," a door of hellfire that is said to be capable of burning this entire world to the ground, with magic.

I don't know what kind of fairy tale is going around in the village, that there is an incarnation of fire living beyond the gates of hell, or that the worst magical beasts are being punished and burned.

And once every thousand years, this village… used a spell to stabilize the gates of hell by sacrificing to the flames, protecting the world from the flames.

“Valflare…”

“Thank you for everything. Teacher.”

“…I'm proud of you.”

The magic teacher who took care of me sheds a single tear.

With no one to see me off, I walk alone to the gates of hell for my sacrifice.

I touch the gates of hell as my teacher watches over me.

When the gates open, the world will be engulfed in flames. So I'll use the spell I learned for this day.

“Open, ante rote, damn you, prouthe.”

Topun… Ripples spread across similar to the surface of the water as if pebbles had been dropped on it.

I slowly turned around and bowed to the teacher who had raised me.

“Goodbye, Teacher.”

Then proceeded into the ‘Gates of hell’.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

“Ugh… this, this is…. The flames that burns the world… awesome.”

Beyond the gates of hell, I was enveloped in flames.

The stereotype that fire is red was broken.

Red, blue, yellow, green, purple, black, white, and golden flames raging.

Beyond the gates of hell, there is only fire. There is no earth. Just fire.

“What”

Suddenly, the sensation in my body disappeared.

Wrong. It didn't disappear.

“Yes”

My body had turned as black as ink.

The "I" that is here is a bare soul. The body of flesh is completely burnt out, and the pure soul of "me" is here—

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhh x─────! ?? !! ?? !! ??”

I don't know what happened.

Something about pain, death, heat, stirring. My soul burns.

Oh, this is death.

Regret. I should have stopped.

I don’t care if the world perishes. I want to stop.

I burned.

I burned in the fires of hell.

But I can't die. I don't know why I can't die.

The soul is on fire. The only thing left to do is disappear. Is the Hell Gate maintained because of this? That's bullshit.

Oh, I'm, well, dead…

     

 

    

 

  

 

 

“…I’m not dead.”

     

 

    

 

  

 

 

Well, I'm not dead.

I got used to the heat of the flames and burned in the hellfire as a soul.

The passage of time has become dim, and I'm not sure how many minutes, hours, or even years have passed since I was burned.

“…Good grief. Is this okay as a sacrifice?”

I'm sure you can't hear my voice because I'm still a soul.

But the feeling of 'speaking' is engraved in my soul, so I was speaking.

I'm a soul now. I'm just a consciousness without a body.

“Since I' m here, let's go for a walk. If you think about it, no one knows what's beyond the Hell Gate, right?”

Colourful flames are burning.

Red, blue, yellow, green, purple, black, white. And gold… It's so beautiful when you look at it like this. They say its hell, but such a fantastic sight could be heaven.

Since it is a spirit state, there is no concept of walking. When I turn my consciousness upward, I go up and up.

“There is no ceiling. It seems like I could go on indefinitely… I get the sense that I'm making progress, but the scenery doesn't change.”

When I turned my consciousness upward to a certain distance, it did not go any further.

Looking down, I saw colourful flames burning. The flames of hell are beautiful, too…

“Oh, I found something.”

There were areas where the flames were burning mixed together. Apart from that, there were areas that were burning separated by colour.

When I move my consciousness to the area where the red flame is burning...

“What’s this?”

In the centre of the flames, a bright red jewel was floating.

Burning, red like blood… I use my consciousness to reach out.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Then the jewel disappeared.

Wrong. It's my soul, it's assimilated into me.

At the same time, a red flame entered me. My soul is absorbing the flame.

“Whoa, oh, what’s this!?”

Dokun—

I know. This is… hellfire.

The flames of hell are etched into my soul.

“…Wait, what? What if...?”

I turn my attention upward again.

I looked down at the hellfire and saw… that the red flames were gone.

"Well, that's right. Maybe other flames as well..."

I headed over to where the blue flame was burning, and there it was again.

There was a blue gem floating in the air, so I reached for it as well just like the red gem. Then the jewel disappeared and assimilated with my soul.

And the blue flame disappeared.

“I understand, if it’s like this…”

I examined all the eight coloured flames and succeeded in getting them into my soul.

Once all the flames have been absorbed, the hellfire will be extinguished. That means I don't have to manage the… gates of hell.

Can I possibly save the… world?

“Hell yeah!! It’s gone!!!!”

The flames are all gone.

The flames of hell were extinguished, and I was left with an empty clearing. Looking at it this way, it was quite a small place that was burning.

“Yay! I'm going to report to the teacher..., but I can't do it with just my soul. You can talk to the dead through spells, but I wish I had a... body.”

“……Eh? What?”

Completely Naked.

A body of flesh. The tactile sensation that I feel after a long time. Touch my face with a petting… Oh, what's this, tears?

“Ah haha…, what’s this? What’s this? Haha…”

I sat down and wept.

I'm alive.

I, Valflare, am still alive.

“Yeah!!”

I stood up, bare-chested, and flailed around.

I had thought I could die.

But I was so happy to be alive.

The flames of hell were extinguished. There was no need to manage the Hell Gate anymore.

But I didn't know.

I didn't know that the outside world was going to be a bit of a mess.



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TN: I decided to pick this up. Read the first chapter and it looks interesting. The schedule for this will be the same as Princess Knight. Once or twice a week.


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 5 - Princess Knight and the contents of the box

By the lake at night. Naoto uses an electric pump to pump water from the lake.

The pump, which connects the water inlet of the camper to the lake, makes a loud motor noise as it replenishes the water consumed in the shower.

Naoto's face beamed as he confirmed that the camper was functioning without any problems.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, creating a wave of grass on the lakeside. Naoto, still in short sleeves, shivered in the cold wind.

“I think I'll go back inside and get into the kotatsu.”

“Kuuuu”

Naoto turned his head and suddenly heard a puppy crying at his feet.

The puppy was at his feet, wondering when he had come out of his room.

He uses his small body to the fullest and pushes against Naoto's legs.

“Oh puppy, is the box of oranges good?”

Naoto then crouched down and lightly pushed back the puppy's cheek.

The puppy then pushes back with its whole body, as if to return the favour.

It was wagging its tail so loudly that you could almost hear the wind whistling. It must be in a very good mood, and Naoto could feel its happiness.

“Woof! Woof!”

“Haha, I don't know what you're talking about. Since we're in a different world, why can't you talk too? Hey doggie, what's your name?”

"Kuuun?"

The little puppy stops pressing against its body, but its tail is still wagging and it nods its head.

“I guess it's no good. Well, it's not going to be that convenient.”

Naoto laughed and played with the puppy some more. When he held out his palm, the puppy licked it, and when he raised his hand, it jumped up and down after him.

“It’s so cute. I've always wanted to get a dog, you know.”

He mumbled, squatted down again, and adjusted his gaze to the puppy.

“Hey, doggie, you like it here?”

"Kuuun?"

The puppy tilted its head and looked up at him in wonder.

“Here, here.”

Naoto went around to the back of the camper, opened the door and opened the porch.

This was the stage where the puppy had broken the princess knight in the evening.

There, the puppy came running up and climbed on the edge, as if it was getting used to it.

It sat down and looked up at Naoto.

“Woof!”

“Oh, yeah, you like that.”

“Woof! Woof!”

“I've been debating between a dog and a cat ever since we decided on the porch, but yeah, it's decided.”

Naoto was in a good mood, talking to himself. Ever since he ordered this porch, he's been imagining a dog or a cat on it.

The veranda is a mysterious space that is both indoors and outdoors, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the heart of Japan.

He always thought that it should be a Japanese style dog or cat that should be there.

For that reason, there were no problems with this puppy that looked like a Shiba Inu. In fact, it was perfect.

“Its fate, isn't it?”

He mumbled to himself as he joked with the puppy.

As he was smiling like that, he heard a squeaky sound that often came through the motor of the pump.

It was an easily recognizable belly sound, but it didn't belong to Naoto.

He looked down and found himself eye to eye with a puppy who looked up at him with a wistful look.

“Oh, you're hungry, huh? Give me a minute.”

After patting him on the head, Naoto walked into the six tatami room from the porch and opened the refrigerator in the kitchen space. He took out a carton of milk from the fridge and poured it into a mug.

“I should heat it up, right?”

Remembering the knowledge he had seen somewhere before, he warmed the cup in the water heater, transferred it to a plate, and returned to the porch with it.

As soon as he placed it on the porch, the puppy immediately jumped on it.

It was a shallow plate with milk on the bottom. The puppy stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The puppy licked it, then spun around the plate.

The puppy licked and licked, and then spun around the plate.

It was as if he was on a merry-go-round.

“Woof!”

The puppy looked up and whimpered as it came to the front of Naoto. It licked him again, turned around, came back to the front and whined.

“And what kind of drinking is that?”

Despite saying that, Naoto's face was warm.

“Speaking of which, where's Sophia?”

He remembered the princess knight who seemed to be even more warm and fuzzy than he was. So he looked up and saw Sophia standing a few meters away from him before he knew it.

“So-”

“Damn, you’re not fair!”

When he tried to call out to her, he was countered with a line that he had heard somewhere before.

When she said that, Naoto felt like replying "ogo ogo", but he was more interested in the reason why she told him that.

“Did I do something?”

“Wait!”

Sophia did not answer the question, but turned and ran.

She ran toward the woods at a distance, her silver hair fluttering by the lake at night.

“Oh, hey, it's not safe in the woods at night, take a flashlight!”

Naoto was taken aback and hurriedly used his hand as a megaphone to call out, but it failed to reach her as she was already out of sight.

“I wonder if she's okay…”

I'm not sure if I should go after her, Naoto said, wondering if he should.

“Something shined… Oh, it was her hair”

I saw a red, flickering light beyond the forest. I immediately recognized it as the colour of Sophia's hair when she wielded her magic.

Even from a distance, one could see that it illuminated the surroundings well.

Naoto stopped chasing after it and sat on the edge, watching the red light moving at high speed through the woods and thinking to himself.

“How convenient… magic.”

Naoto sighs to himself. Next to him, a puppy continues to play the merry-go-round.

It seems to have no interest in Sophia at all.

“Hey, doggie, be nicer to Sofia, okay?”

Naoto spoke to the puppy.

“Probably because she likes you a lot more than I do.”

“Woof!”

The puppy looked up from its plate, wagged its tail and barked in a high-pitched voice.

It came closer and pressed its body against Naoto.

It was a full course of canine affection.

“No, not for me. For Sofia.”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Well, whatever…”

Naoto decided to give up if he couldn't speak the language.

We'll just have to take things slow again with Sophia, he thought.

Throwing away his thoughts, Naoto sat on the porch in a daze.

In the meantime, puppy, who had finished licking the milk, came up beside him and put its chin on his thigh as if it were the edge of a tangerine box.

Eyes half-open, dazed look on its face.

The sound of the pump motor, which had been going on for a while, stopped.

Instead, he heard the sound of a puppy's tail quietly wagging and tapping on the edge.

Pasat Pasat

The water supply was finished, but Naoto thought that he could clean up the pump later.

A moment of calm followed.

Suddenly, a red light flew out of the woods and came back to the camper at breakneck speed.

“I’m back now!”

Sophia came back with such speed that she could have set a new world record in athletics. She had dashed in her armour and she hadn't even raised her breath.

Instead, she had a rugged… face that was serious to no end.

“Where have you been…?”

Naoto looks up at her as he sits down and asks her a question, but is lost for words in the process.

He was speechless at what Sophia was holding, something she was holding with both arms.

“I got this!”

“Is that… oranges by any chance?”

“Correct!”

She said, taking one of the oranges and thrusting it in front of Naoto's eyes.

“What are you going to do with it?”

A bad thought crossed his mind, but he asked her to confirm it.

“That box has a picture on it, right? Of oranges.”

“Yeah, it has…”

Naoto looked into the room from the porch. In the corner, there was a box of oranges that had contained a puppy.

Sophia was right, there was no mistaking the mandarin oranges on the side of the box.

“So I took this. Oh, and Naoto, can I borrow your kotatsu?”

“kotatsu?”

“Oh, if only I had a kotatsu and oranges, I could--”

Then she looked at the puppy with expectant eyes.

“Uh, I'm sorry to interrupt your breathing, but you can't do that.”

"Well, do you want to get in the way?"

“It's not that, it's just that… it's really hard to say.”

“What?”

“Dogs don't like… oranges themselves.”

“Eh?”

“Or rather, they don't like the smell of citrus in general.”

“You’re lying…”

Sophia looks at the puppy with a look of disbelief.

Perhaps it was the sight of the large amount of oranges, but the puppy's tail stopped and he struck an alarming pose.

“No, no, no…”

Her own efforts were in vain. The mandarin oranges she believed to be her trump card had the complete opposite effect.

When Sophia realizes this, she makes a face as if the world is about to end.

In desperation, an orange spilled from her arm and fell to the ground.

"I… can't believe this stuff!”

With a tearful shake of her head, she threw the last of the oranges in her hand.

The oranges flew away in the direction of the forest. They flew with the sadness of Sophia.

Just when Naoto was about to say something to comfort her, something else happened.

“Woof!”

The puppy suddenly yelped and jumped down from the porch. The puppy jumped off the porch and ran towards where the oranges had disappeared, leaving a puzzled Sophia behind.

“What's going on?”

“It’s…”

Sofia doesn't know what happened, and Naoto remembers something.

Shortly thereafter, the puppy returned with the mandarin oranges in its mouth.

With the tangerine in its mouth, it dog-sat in front of Sophia with its tail wagging.

“This, this is…”

“Throw it one more time.”

"Oh, oh..."

She took the oranges from the puppy as she was told and threw them again.

Then the puppy ran again, took the oranges, and came back, dog-sitting and wagging its tail.

“Whoa.”

The princess knight fell easily to the cuteness that was directed at her for the first time.


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