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: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul And then the battle began.
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: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Early in the morning of the next day, before dawn had even broken, the Empire’s army began to mobilize.
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.
