Translator: Barnnn “All right, next.” “Awoo! Hail, Your Majesty the Devil King! My name is Hitch!”
Translator: Barnnn ~~Eighth Day of the Ninth Month, Ninety-Sixth Year of the War Demon Calendar~~ Departing from T’oued, Asley and the others used Lala’s Teleportation magic to head to the former site of Faltown, now known as Lala Farm. Utilizing their magic, magecraft, and honed physical strength, they leveled the land, and cut wood and stone.
Translator: Barnnn “Hmm… Ahh… Like this? Is it working?” To the east of Regalia, in a place known as the Far East Wasteland, Tūs the High-Order Muscle manipulated arcane energy throughout his body, his brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled with the intricate magecraft formulae before him.
Translator: Barnnn “”What!? Lala’s was in the carriage…!?”” “Shh! Keep it down!” “”Ngh… apologies. Still, would it not be odd not to be surprised, Sir Asley?””
Translator: Barnnn “Ah, so in the end, you went back to being Sir Gaston’s Familiar?”
Translator: Barnnn Towering figures loomed above Tarawo as he glanced upward.
Translator: Barnnn “Magic University? What about it?” As the chatter of the women’s gathering subsided, amidst Lylia’s admonitions directed at Giorno, Itsuki, sitting in a corner of the Adventurers’ Guild with Tifa, sipped her tea and tilted her head.
Translator: Barnnn Late into the night, both the men’s and the women’s parties showed no signs of winding down, persisting unabated.
