Chapter 6: The Bodyguard Knight’s Strange Midnight Activities 

“Would you prefer to sleep on the floor in the great hall or

in the wine cellar in the bas.e.m.e.nt? You may also stay in a shed outside,” asks

Monette.

Percival glares at Monette, his eyes so very sharp. In

response, Monette sticks out her tongue in her helmet. Naturally, no one can

see it as she’s encased in iron, but Percival furrows his eyebrows, sensing

something. He has sharp instincts.

“This castle is big enough that it must have guest rooms.”

“Oh, were you not aware, Percival? Guest rooms are meant for

guests.”

After Monette explains bluntly that they were not guests,

Percival understands what she means. His eyebrows furrow further. But he

probably realizes that they did barge in on her. All he does is glance at her

with a dissatisfied expression. At his frustrated look, Monette does a little

victory dance in her heart –

“Prince Alexis is tired. Please hurry up and take us to a

guest room… a quiet room, where the floor won’t cave in, the bed won’t break, a

bird won’t crash through the window, the night section of a tap-dancing club

won’t hold their tap dancing compet.i.tion on the floor above, and a surprise clown

won’t accidentally enter the room because of the late night party held in the

room next to us.”

“Have you ever stayed in a room where the bed broke, a bird

crashed through the window, the night section of a tap-dancing club held their

tap dancing compet.i.tion on the floor above, and a surprise clown accidentally

entered your room because of the late night party held in the room next to

you?”

“… Don’t ask me that, it brings back bad memories.”

Apparently the examples he gave were just a small fraction

of what they’ve gone through. Percival murmurs that they haven’t been able to

sleep soundly for the past year.

The only thing Monette can sense from his voice is

exhaustion. She does another little victory dance in her heart. Her imaginary

self finishes up her dance by tracing with her feet the words ‘Serves you right!’ with a flourish.

Monette can’t help but cheer up at their sorry state.

Feeling generous, she lets them stay in a quiet guest room where the floor is

not caved in. It’s the room she lends to the very few people who stop by the

old castle.

Naturally, the bed won’t break and the night section of a

tap-dancing club won’t hold their tap dancing compet.i.tion upstairs. A surprise

clown won’t accidentally enter their room instead of the room next door where a

party is being held. But well, as they are inside a forest, it’s possible that a

bird may crash through the window.

“Prince Alexis, please use this room. Percival, you may use

the room next door.”

“No, I’m fine in this room as well.”

“… Ah.”

“What’s the matter?”

“No, I mean, I understand. D – do not worry about it. I am

fine with it so long as you wash the sheets yourselves afterwards.”

“Don’t show us consideration we don’t want. I’m a bodyguard,

just a bodyguard.”

Monette is berated for messing around and so she sticks her

tongue out in her helmet again. Alexis, looking tired at their back-and-forth,

approaches the bed and verifies its make and softness.

“The bed legs seem st.u.r.dy – the bottom shouldn’t fall out.”

“Milord, what about the mattress and pillow?”

“Mm, looks like there’s no ticks.”

“How rude.”

“Milord, I’ll verify under the bed.”

“No, it’s fine. There isn’t a man with a scythe or a woman

with bloodshot eyes hiding under the bed this time around.”

“I’m telling you that you don’t need to– this time around!?

People like that have hidden under your bed before!?” cries Monette, “What in

the world!? That’s scary!”

Apparently they ran about quite a bit before coming to

Monette’s old castle. At a certain inn they stayed at during their journey, a

man whose wife was having an affair determined where the man she was having an

affair with stayed. Aiming to kill this man, he snuck into their room by

mistake. Another time, a woman stalking a man who had disappeared snuck into

their room, again by mistake. From this trauma, they began to always check

under their beds.

At their story, Monette is dumbfounded. This is enough to

make even Monette feel sorry for them rather than think that they deserve

it.

And so, she takes out a piece of parchment and a pen from

the pouch on her waist and smoothly draws a cute kitty-cat with an experienced

hand. She places the charm on the bed’s headboard.

“What a dreadful

creature you’ve drawn… oh I see, you’re telling us to dream of being chased by

this creature…”

“It’s a cute kitty-cat!”

“Look, Prince Alexis, half of this creature’s face has caved

in. No doubt she’s telling us to go get our faces burned off in our dreams.”

“It’s a cute winking kitty-cat! It’s a curse ward!”

“A curse ward?” Percival and Alexis parrot in unison.

Monette lets out a humph and looks away from them. Though

well, the sound of her humph is absorbed by her thick helmet – all they see is

her suddenly looking the other way with a grinding noise.

On a side note, this cute winking kitty-cat charm is most

definitely a curse ward.

Though well, despite being called a curse ward it doesn’t

work indefinitely – it works for at most a half-day. And if Monette sleeps or

goes away, the effect lessens.

Even with magic, there’s nothing that works universally no

matter where you may be in the world. This goes double-fold for those of the

House of Idira, who had nothing to do with magic for so long.

As she doesn’t know anything about who cast the curse or how

it works, the only thing she can do is ward off the disasters as they come.

“Still, it should protect you enough to let you sleep

soundly tonight.”

At Monette’s explanation, Percival lets out a small sigh of

admiration and some slight relief, while Alexis’ expression softens… and he

falls onto the bed like he fell unconscious.

Immediately after, his breathing slows, seemingly sleeping.

He must have been very tired – in both mind and body.

“As that’s the way it is, I would suggest that you sleep in

the room next door, Percival.”

“No, I’ll stay here,” Percival declines firmly.

Monette shrugs, thinking him obstinate, then leaves the

room.

Two hours later, after finis.h.i.+ng some research she had been

doing in her room, she puts on her armour on top of her dressing gown and heads

to Alexis and Percival’s room again.

On knocking on the guest room’s door, after a while, the

door slowly opens. Percival peeks his head out.

“My apologies for interrupting your fun.”

“… Hm? What’s the matter?”

“Er, that is… I found a stronger curse ward than the one I

used originally, so I thought I would swap it out for the new one.”

“… I see. Alright, then I’m counting on you,” Percival

responds slowly, opening the door.

Monette had thought that he would glare at her and hurl an

insult or two – what a disappointment.

“This is kind of disconcerting,” murmurs Monette.

But she still enters the room. She hears Alexis’ steady

breathing as he sleeps. It seems like he’s sleeping really deeply – he’ll

definitely sleep soundly until morning. At this rate, Monette just hopes that

he wakes up in the morning rather

than after it.

“With this charm, Prince Alexis should be fine even if he

sleeps until the afternoon… Percival? Are you listening?” Monette asks.

After a ten second interval, Percival, resting on the sofa,

responds.

“Yeah, I’m listening.”

From his slow response and the tone of his voice, Monette

realizes he hadn’t been listening in the slightest. She glares at him. What a

rude person.

But the next moment,

Monette’s eyes widen. Percival is gesturing for her to come over.

Gesturing her over after ignoring her – how terribly rude.

But Monette still approaches him… only to have her arm – or to be more precise,

her gauntlet – gripped tightly to pull her forcibly into a hug.

Monette’s body… or rather armour is pressed against his

chest. His st.u.r.dy arms envelop her.

“Percival!?”

“Lady Monette…”

“W- What are you doing!?”

“Lady Monette, you’re such a good girl.”

“… Excuse me?”

“You even researched for us – Lady Monette, you’re really a

kind and good girl.”

“U- um, Percival?”

He pats her helmet with his large hands. Monette is

bewildered – she has no idea what’s going on.

His current behaviour is completely different from how he

acted during the day. Not only is he saying positive things like “You’re kind,”

and “Thank you,” he’s also embracing her and patting her helmet.

There’s no way she wouldn’t be shocked by this.

On a side note, although she’s being embraced, the iron

armour doesn’t let any body heat through, so her heartbeat doesn’t increase in

the slightest. Rather, the more Percival praises her, the colder Monette feels.

From the slightly cold air, naturally.

“Lady Monette, thank you. You’re really a kind person.”

“Percival, please return to your senses!”

“You redid the charm for us too, huh? It really is a cute

kitty-cat, you’re good at drawing.”

“What happened to you, Percival, are you going to die!? If

you’re going to die, die somewhere else!” Monette screams.

But Percival continues to happily shower her compliments,

ignoring her scream. He embraces her tightly and continues patting her on the

helmet.

–

Fifteen minutes later.

“… It happens sometimes,” explains Percival. He’s sitting on

the sofa, looking downwards, face covered with by hands. The air was thick

around him.

“Sometimes?” asks Monette, standing right in front of him.

“… Like when I’m tired.”

“Please sleep.”

“No, but the prince-“

“Sleep. Right. Now.”

Percival murmurs “A bodyguard…”, but after glancing at

Monette he obediently heads to the room next door.

No doubt after coming to his senses and calmly looking back

at his actions – a brief moment of clarity for him - along with realizing his

wrongdoings at the sight of Monette, he decided to obediently go to sleep.

… After seeing Monette covered in fingerprints from all his

patting.

T/N:

Today’s fun phrase: 祝杯をあげる

Literal meaning: A celebratory salute done by firing guns

into the air.

I translated this as ‘do a victory dance’ as I felt that

would flow better while conveying the same ‘celebratory’ meaning. Later on, she

mentions:

紙吹雪と共に垂れる幕にはファンシーな文字で『ざまぁみろ』と書かれている

This would be literally translated as “’Serves you right” is

written in fancy script on the curtains that are closed as confetti flies

about.” I presume that since it mentions closing curtains, this is just

supposed to evoke the imagery that the celebratory salute concludes with a

fancy declaration of Serves them right!

So I transposed the ‘fancy script’ to ‘with a flourish’ and

had imaginary Monette finish her dance by tracing the words in question.