Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin “Let’s live our lives looking forward to the future—“
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin “My father was killed on my tenth birthday.”
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin Having been hit with Lady Violet’s straightforward affection, I took several deep breaths to compose myself and headed for the theater once I calmed down. To be honest, I’m still not very calm, but I’m feeling a lot better. We parted ways with Kriemhild, who seemed to be smiling more than usual, at the entrance, and went around to greet people. However, as expected, everybody seemed to know about Lady…
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin POV: Violet The attempted murder of the second prince Carmine. His Highness definitely said so. It sounds like nothing but a lie, but I can’t think of a reason why His Highness would lie in this situation. Or it’s possible that he’s trying to spread rumors about Lord Clo to put me in a difficult situation, but I can’t imagine His Highness doing something like that. What I do know…
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin POV: Violet “An orc’s body…? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s been a while, Violet. I’m surprised you’re dressed like that. What happened to your usual arrogant, shameless, and brazen attitude?” “… My apologies, Your Highness. I am sorry for having to greet you with my head covered due to our sudden meeting.”
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin POV: Violet “Are you okay, Vi?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve calmed down now.”
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin POV: Violet After I asked Amber to style my hair in a crown braid, put on a hat, and put on fake black-rimmed glasses made by Kriemhild, the people around seemed to have a harder time knowing who I was than I expected. They did not recognise me and even when I advertised to the classmates who I’d only talked to a few times and told them to ‘please come!’…
Translator: Nonon Proofreader: Silavin POV: Violet “Fuu, I feel refreshed!” Saying so, Kriemhild took off her headgear (?) while sweating a little. I don’t know how it works, but when she took it off, the headgear gradually began to shrink and when it finally became the size of a palm, she put it away in the bag, which also had flyers in it, hanging from her shoulder… how does it really work?
