Wednesday, March 4, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 9 - 7 Part 2


9-7 Part 2

The White Wolf, the Heroic Woman, and the Self-Proclaimed Firefly's Rescue Plan

- That Spot is Off Limits -


Translator : PolterGlast


According to Sigrun, the organization [Wind of Yesterday] has connections with royalty, nobility, and even the parliament. These guys kidnap people outside the Empire, but claim it's a necessary evil to bring labor power to the Empire.

It seems powerful people who claim such things aren't rare. In other words, [Wind of Yesterday] is an organization that cannot be judged by law. Since their targets are other races, few try to protect them.

But it's wrong. These guys are the shame of the Empire. A disease focus worsening diplomatic relations. Precisely because it's the world's strongest and largest Empire, incurring unnecessary resentment and becoming isolated must be avoided.

Let's return to the topic. Even Georg can't judge these guys. They exist in a sanctuary that even Father, the Emperor, hasn't been able to touch until today.

That's why it suits me. Annihilating a human trafficking organization; it's not bad as a parting gift when leaving the Empire.

Alright, now that we're on the same page, let's review the plan. First, retrieval. Using Yashu as bait, we counterattack the enemy organization's members. Capture them, interrogate them to seize the location of their base, and then dig a tunnel leading there.

The method itself isn't much different from the warehouse raid I did with Carral Hez and Jii. Just the target of theft changes from objects to people, with some additional missions added.

Umu. I knew you were a guy who used weird things as weapons, but I didn't think it went this far. Well, having a fire poker chopped in half demonstrated before my eyes, I have no choice but to believe you, hahaha!

No matter how you think about it, it's strange hyan!! Cutting iron with a Shovel is strange kyan, Sigrun-sama!

But if it cuts, there's no arguing with that! It's convenient, so isn't it fine!

So irresponsible... I mean, normally, you're practically performing a miracle kyan!

I needed to demonstrate my power as proof that I can dig anything. A fire poker is much thinner than a sword, so just give it a little tap and—snap—it breaks clean in two.

Save that talk for later. In short, what we're targeting this time are the organization's merchandise, funds, and the boss's head. We'll seize these three and cause the organization to collapse.

H-Head... Are you really going to do it hyan...?

I will. An organization won't stop unless you crush the head.

Kukuku, you're a scary man with a cute face. If exposed, your head will be the one targeted instead, you know?

So what. My life has a dubious outlook anyway. If I'm going to die, I'll do whatever I want and leave no regrets.

If I say I have nothing to lose, it would be a lie, but it's a life that could end at any moment. I've long since resolved myself.

That's it! That part of you, living in the moment, attracts me! If there wasn't a doggy here, I would be pushing you down right now!

Kyau?! E-Ecchi things are no good hyan...!

Stop it... If you do that, the innkeeper's comment about my bad taste will come true...

Being told that by a big-breasted beauty in a room with a double bed, even I feel something appropriate for my age. Yashu, perhaps out of excessive embarrassment, curled up crouching again.

How many times must I say these words... Returning to the topic. The slave auction is in three days. By this deadline, I will dig two underground tunnels. One to the auction venue, and another to the organization boss's mansion.

The target boldly has a residence in the noble district of the Imperial Capital. That's how deep their association with the privileged class is, and how stable their position is.

No matter how wrong, vested interests that generate enormous wealth are protected. It was a common story everywhere.

From the boss's mansion, I will seize his assets and his head. I will handle this side.

To increase the success rate, we will execute the operations simultaneously this time. I will handle the dirty work and, if possible, seize the evidence of past transactions, the secret ledgers.

Sigrun and Yashu, you two retrieve the kidnapped brethren. After that, make it look like a fire and burn down the venue.

Umm, isn't that... overdoing it hyan... It would feel refreshing, but is it okay hyan...

Umu, leave it to me. I'll make it a flashy festival, so look forward to it. Kukuku... Shinza, you look harmless, but you're a terrifying man. Indeed, if no one delivers divine punishment, one tries to become an arrogant god oneself. That is one path those with power reach.

Burning it down is absolute. It's meaningless if the enemy recovers. It's far more merciful than purging everyone in the organization. Even if I'm criticized behind my back, an organization scattering misery to people must be crushed.

Finally, rely on the Ambassador of the Beastman Country Kaha to request protection and escort for the retrieved beastmen. Leave this to me too; I have a slight connection.

Umu, what kind of connection?

...I know a big shot.

Hoh, what kind of big shot is that?

A stubborn, clumsy person who shows kindness through strict actions. Trustworthy more than anyone.

I see, I want to be trusted by you that much too. Then I leave that to you; let's defeat evil together, save Yashu's brethren, and make the villains foam at the mouth!!

P-Please do kyan! My friends... being sold like this is too cruel kyan! Their families must be searching too kyan... Being separated is no good hyan, I want you to save my friends kyan!!

Depending on the angle, it might be naive justice. But Yashu's cry is the truth. Among numerous crimes, kidnapping alone must not be forgiven.

Leave it to me! Let's do it Shinza; no matter what society thinks, stick to the justice you believe in! You aren't wrong, I guarantee it!

Yeah, I feel a slight guilt as if dragging you into a bad path, but—honestly, it's reassuring. I'm counting on you for that side.

From here on, we crush the organization. First—

If we're going to abduct the targets, it should be after the sun goes down more. Alright Yashu, let's take a nap with me. Oh, there there, fluffy and cute aren't you~!

Hyan?! I am not a doggy... Kyuuuun?! Th-That place is no good hyan! Kyauuu~♪

It's a bit noisy, but I guess I'll sleep on the floor...

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[WN] A Hero From a Remote Village : Chapter 182


Chapter 182

Mischievous Child


Translator : PolterGlast


Once again, Aka and Yoru welcomed me, and I followed their guidance to Bane. As soon as I entered the mansion, the sight of a rarely panicked Bane jumped out at me.

"Bane, what's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

"Graham-sama! I-I'm sorry. The Red Wyvern's child has gone somewhere, and I am currently looking for it."

"You mean it escaped?"

"It is more accurate to say it is hiding rather than escaped. It loves mischief, and I am truly at my wit's end."

I stopped by because I was curious about the Red Wyvern's child, but judging by his distress, it seems to be acting out quite a bit.

"Is it being rebellious?"

"No, it feels more like it is playing pranks because it wants to see you, Graham-sama. It seems to believe that you, the first thing it saw after being born, are its parent..."

"Is that so? It would have been easier if it thought Bane was its parent... My ignorance of Red Wyvern habits really bit me there. Anyway, I want to see the Red Wyvern's child, so let me help search."

"I apologize. In that case, could you search the second floor? I will focus my search on the first floor."

"Got it. Are there any rooms I shouldn't enter?"

"There are no such things! This mansion belongs to you, Graham-sama!"

"I-Is that so? Then I'll search without hesitation."

Brushing off Bane's comment, I received permission and decided to search the second floor. Actually, this was my first time setting foot on the second floor, but like the first floor, the construction was impressive.

It felt like many rooms were unused, but I went into them one by one to look for the Red Wyvern. While being captivated by the architecture of the rooms, I continued my search... and the moment I entered a certain room, a black mass lunged at me.

"Guaa-a!"

"...So you were here. Wait, this room is pretty scorched."

It seemed it had been hiding in this room and jumped out the moment it saw me. It looked healthy, smiling and adorable, but parts of the room were burnt, indicating it had been playing by breathing fire.

Scorching things is still cute enough, but I'm very worried it might burn the whole place down once it grows a bit more. Anyway, I'm glad I found it.

"Bane is looking for you, so let's go back."

I told the Red Wyvern, which was rubbing its head against my chest, and returned to the first floor where Bane was. The Red Wyvern was lightly scolded, but it tilted its head, seemingly not understanding.

"Phew, I am glad it was found. Still, this child's mischievous nature is quite a handful."

"Sorry for causing you trouble, Bane. Also, I hate to say this while you're tired, but the room was slightly scorched."

"If it is just that much, it is fine. I am just glad it didn't turn into a fire."

"Sorry to leave the care of a prankster to you. But I'm glad the Red Wyvern looks healthy."

I patted the head of the Red Wyvern held in Bane's arms. It narrowed its eyes in pleasure; seeing it like this, it really is just simply cute.

"Not at all. Even so... this child isn't turning red. Was the father a Black Wyvern, I wonder?"

"I think that possibility is high. I don't see a future where its body turns red from here, so we might end up calling it a Black Wyvern."

Including that aspect, I have a very strong desire to decide on a name. Calling it "Red Wyvern" right now is awkward, and having the name change as it grows would be even more uncomfortable.

...However, the fact that I can't easily name monsters is extremely troublesome. It would have been easier if there weren't weird restrictions like that.

"Anyway, I'll be going now. The next time I can show my face will be in about two weeks, so if anything happens, please handle it on your end, Bane."

"Understood. Please take care, Graham-sama."

Seen off by Bane and the Red Wyvern, I left Bane's mansion. After this, I planned to stop by the village that helped me before, and then run all the way to Furo Village.


—So, having moved from the old abandoned road, I arrived at the village I stumbled upon by chance before coming to Biodasdal. My preparations were perfect, and I didn't have any specific business here this time, but I stopped by because I wanted to say a word of thanks to the old woman who gave me vegetables.

I thought it would take time to find her, but the old woman who had been kind to me was selling vegetables at the village entrance, just like last time. Relieved to see her looking healthy, I immediately headed over to her to express my gratitude.

"Oya, you're the person who came before. Ho ho ho, I'm glad to see you looking so well."

"You remember me?"

"Of course. Only few people stop by this village, you see. Besides, you were crying, so I remember you clearly."

Apparently, she remembered my face because I had cried. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I conveyed my thanks properly.

"Granny, thank you so much for that time. Thanks to you, I found a goal for my life."

"I don't recall doing anything that significant, but I am happy you say so."

"I'm going to repay the kindness I received from you to many more people. I intend to make my deeds reach even this village, so please stay healthy, Granny."

"That is something to look forward to. Ho ho, you've given me something to live for."

Chatting with the old woman with her gentle smile, my desire to do good deeds grew stronger once again. With a renewed spirit, I advanced, aiming for Furo Village this time for sure.

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[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Special Chapter 6


Special Chapter 6

Prologue to a New World — The One Who Entrusts Their Hopes


Translator : PolterGlast


It had been a week since the army, personally led by the King of the Kyle Kingdom, stationed itself at the returned Southern Gate Fort.

By this time, while the Northern and Western fronts had achieved great victories thanks to the exploits of the two brothers, the Southern front—under the King's direct command—remained shrouded in a heavy atmosphere. Although envoys regarding a temporary ceasefire had come and gone, there was no end in sight, nor even a clue as to a concrete resolution.

At such a time, an envoy visited again from the Griffonia Empire, conveying their wish to conduct post-war negotiations. Moreover, with the information that the Third Prince of the Empire himself would appear at the negotiation table.

After finishing the audience with the envoy as per formality, King Kyle spoke to the Knight Commander (Gouras).

"Gouras, what do you think of this negotiation? Desiring post-war negotiations with the Third Prince himself present, without withdrawing their army here and now... means the other side must have extraordinary resolve..."

"Yes, as Your Majesty says. The other party likely sees a way out in direct negotiations with Your Majesty and intends to settle things at once in a situation where there is no room for others to intervene. They are displaying their resolve to keep their army in place depending on the outcome..."

"Hahaha, it seems the Empire thought I would still be easy to handle, didn't they?"

"N-Not at all. However, those present here are warriors like myself unfamiliar with negotiations, or heads of noble families who know only domestic formalities and nothing of foreign lands. There is no one here who can assist Your Majesty in a battle of wits or diplomacy..."

"Fufufu, I too have no experience in negotiations on equal footing until now. That is why I recalled the words of the Demon Territory Count—that there is a sharp-witted fox in the Empire. A raccoon is the fitting opponent for a fox, is it not?"

"Huh? Then..."

"According to fast horses from each front, both North and West have pushed back the enemy armies completely. If those brothers are on their respective fronts, no problems will occur in the future. Judging so, I have already sent a fast horse to summon the Old Raccoon from the Royal Capital."

"Then, Your Majesty predicted this?"

"Yes! From the coming and going of envoys so far, there were sufficient signs that it would proceed to post-war negotiations. Long ago, the first King Kyle likened foxes and raccoons to bewitching creatures and created a metaphor nonexistent in this world called 'a game of wits between a fox and a raccoon.' For that to be realized in my reign... my, my, an amusing story."

No, far from an amusing story. Gouras thought so in his heart but dared to erase his expression and followed the King's words.

Normally, post-war negotiations should be conducted after things have calmed down more. Furthermore, they should be mere formalities where civil officials meticulously arrange everything in advance, and the leaders simply ratify the decided content.

But proceeding with talks all at once between the top leaders of both countries without presenting conditions or prior arrangements is too abnormal and unheard of. Gouras was getting a headache from the anxiety welling up in his heart.

With the death of Margrave Hastburg, His Majesty has changed a little. No, does it mean he has returned to the bold and somewhat forceful figure from before his succession to the throne, as I heard from Excellency Klein? He had shown glimpses of it since becoming involved with the Demon Territory Count, but...

Disregarding such anxieties, the days passed by.

Meanwhile, Duke Klein, the Old Raccoon who received the express messenger from King Kyle, drafted written orders entrusting future instructions to each regional army. He then spurred his horse toward the southern border in a desperate rush.

If post-war negotiations with the Empire were to be concluded in the King's presence without proper counsel, the consequences would be disastrous. Should the negotiations settle in an undesirable direction, the situation would become dire. The mere thought made him too anxious to sit still.

From that point on, he rode personally, switching horses repeatedly. At night, he traveled by carriage, moving day and night without rest. He managed to arrive at Southern Gate Fort only the day before the scheduled negotiations.

And he immediately visited King Kyle's encampment.

"Your Majesty, when I received your notice in the Royal Capital, it sent a chill down my spine. Isn't this story too hasty?"

"I have my reasons. I wanted to witness and decide this negotiation myself no matter what."

Saying so, he smiled with a mischievous expression. Seeing that appearance, old memories revived in Duke Klein as well.

"It reminds me of the days when I still addressed Your Majesty as 'Your Highness.' Back then, you would force the mobilization of the Royal Capital Knights or lead troops to the front lines without permission... It was just like watching a certain Princess (Clarice) today. Even after that war, you pushed unreasonable demands decided arbitrarily with the now-late Margrave onto this old man."

"Ah, yes. We lost many promising souls back then. And the Margrave, who shared my concerns for this country's future, has gone ahead of me. We must inherit the future they entrusted to us and pass it on to the next generation. To that end, I intend to push forward through all obstacles. Old man, will you be my cane, so that I do not stumble on the path I must walk?"

"As you will."

Answering briefly, Duke Klein stared into King Kyle's eyes. Eyes harboring a strong will that made him think he had resolved himself to something.

"I see, then I shall resolve myself too. However, to be a cane, I cannot be of use unless I know Your Majesty's inner thoughts. Please, tell me your intentions."

"Old man, it helps that you're quick on the uptake. In the negotiations with the Empire this time, I intend to settle on terms that include the cession of territory. The price is a member of the Imperial family—one regarded as a potential successor, no less. I will make them pay a suitable price."

"As you will. However, Imperial territory beyond our border is difficult for us to defend and easy for the enemy to attack. It could become a death trap. The Empire might decide to 'lend' it to us, only to reclaim it once we have fattened it up. Furthermore, given their high pride, they may not agree to such terms in the first place."

"That is why we shall force an unwanted gift upon them—one they will detest. With a little extra 'flavor' added by us, of course."

King Kyle said so laughing and presented a certain sealed letter. Seeing the content written there, Duke Klein almost burst out laughing.

From an objective perspective, the First Prince was being treated like the Joker in a game of Old Maid—not only by the Griffonia Empire (Third Prince faction) but also by the Kyle Kingdom as well. It was terrible treatment, hardly befitting the First Prince of a glorious Empire.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty is quite wicked. You have become far more cunning than this old raccoon. Being forced to accept such an unwanted gift will surely trouble the Third Prince greatly."

"Indeed. Actually, this is also a gift I received from the Demon Territory Count. He entrusted this letter to me before departing for the Western Front. His forces captured the Empire's big shots—including the First Prince and Duke Harry—alive, without killing them. That alone could be called a military exploit greater than simply winning the battle."

"Truly. Whether in loyalty to the Kingdom or contribution to the war effort, his achievements are unparalleled. To the point where rewarding him seems, conversely, a difficult task..."

"Indeed. That is precisely why I resolved to attend the negotiations personally. I intend to repay the young man who entrusted me with this gift by granting him a future worthy of it."

As he spoke, King Kyle’s eyes seemed to gaze into the distance. He closed them for a moment, then opened them wide once more.

"I shall act in accordance with the will of our revered ancestor, the First King Kyle. To that end, Old Man—as a member of the royal family yourself—I am counting on you."

"Your Majesty, if you put it that way, I have no choice but to assist you with all my might. My old bones may be weary, but I shall exert every ounce of strength I have to ensure I do not lose to the Empire’s fox."

"Then, I will tell you the scenario I thought of. The final objective is... to [redacted]. Therefore, the settlement point we must secure in the negotiations at all costs is..."

"..."

"Note that this final objective will be kept hidden for the time being. Because it's crucial to make it easier to gain the other party's understanding at the negotiation table. To achieve this, unless we decide on the cession of about one-third of the former Roland Kingdom territory, we cannot maintain appearances, and I myself would lose face."

Duke Klein was astonished by King Kyle's thought and almost lost his words for a moment. However, recalling the secret confided to him by the King before the war began—as a member of the royal family—and the secret matter shared only between the Demon Territory Count and the King, his liege’s actions made perfect sense.

"Hohoho, even so, you thought of something bold. However, at this point, it is regrettable that we missed the opportunity to marry off Her Highness."

"Is it not possible to make a move even now?"

"Hmm... She is quite single-minded—I wonder whose younger self she resembles in that regard... She would absolutely never agree to usurp the position of legal wife from the husband of someone she holds dear as a friend."

"Well, if there is a suitor, at this point, even if she is not the legal wife or the first in rank..."

"That simply will not do! However, to fulfill Your Majesty’s wishes, Her Highness’s presence will indeed be key. This old man shall try to maneuver things to find a suitable settlement."

Saying so, he sighed deeply. It was visible that she would object fiercely and become stubborn.

"Well, there is still time for that. Leaving that as a future issue, first is the current negotiation. Tomorrow's negotiation will effectively be an exchange between you and the fox of the other party. I'm counting on you."

"Yes, I shall stake my life on it..."

In truth, both camps were painting a similar picture—albeit with slight differences in the details—but neither side was aware of this fact.

Thus, the fate surrounding Takuhir was approaching a major turning point. Everything depended on the negotiations the following day, after which his future would begin to race toward a new horizon.

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