Extra arc ãThe Stage Ghost's Cappricioã End
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Naturally, I took a leave of absence to go see Miria's performance. It was my first time cutting cla.s.s ever.
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Though sixth-year students are originally allowed more freedom, the reason Father easily gave me his ok to take a leave without so much as a hitch was all thanks to my usual earnestness if I may say so myself.
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There was one problem. Once I told Wolf I was skipping, he didn't try to stop me, no, he wanted to join me.
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I mean sure, the ticket I got from Miria was for two. And I was told to go with my fiance. But I hadn't planned on letting Wolf know that.
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As to why, it was because I'll probably cry. To begin with, I cry everytime I watch Miria perform.
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Was there anyone who'd want to let her lover c.u.m fiance see her bawling her eyes out? Nope, of course not.
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I did cry in front of Wolf the past but I was already at a marriagable age. I definitely can't let Wolf alone see my face when my eyes undoubtedly swelled up.
ç§ã¯ãå¿é ããªããŠã倧äžå€«ãïœããšããæãã§åãæããããšããã®ã ããä»åã®ãŽã©ã«ãã¯é åºã ã£ããåŒãäžãããªãã®ã§ããã
I tried to get out of it, implying in the sense thatãthere's nothing to worry about, it'll be fineïœã but Wolf was stubborn about it this time. He wouldn't budge.
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It wasn't exactly stubborn so much as cute.
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ãâŠâŠDidn't you tell me it's fine if I act spoiled with youïŒã
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The slightly sulky expression he wore was like this. Cunning. Got to hand it to Wolf's brand of cunning. At times like this, I could see that he clearly had his father's, the Duke Ranunculas's, genes.
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âŠYeah. Of course, I do remember saying something embarra.s.sing like ãIt's fine to act spoiled with me ã. And, it was then, right? The aftermentioned first kiss chance.
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I see. Was this how acting ãspoiledã was for Wolf?
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If I had to say, getting escorted feels like I'm the one getting spoiled, though. So basically, for Wolf, saying ãI want to spoil youã was something selfish? What the, that's so cute. I feel my heart throbbing. It's skipping a beat.
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ãY-yeah. Then, thanks in advance for escorting me. I ended up making you miss cla.s.s thoughâŠâŠã
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That was the only response left for me to say.
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Wolf smiled happily so I ended up feeling happy as well.
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Let's go with the strategy of believing in the defence power of a hankerchief and covering up my bawling face completely!
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Miria's show that day was a full house.
This was the last day for showing, but it seems like the show being performed today got really great reviews. After I listened in to what some of the people around me were saying, I could gather that some were back to watch the same performance for the second or third time now.
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It turned out that Wolf and I were given seats right in front of the stage to watch from, the location was so good I feel guilty sitting there.
å®éãèèºã¯çŽ æŽãããã£ãã
The show had truly been magnificent.
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The aria which was sung several times in the story by the heroine Miria was playing as, was especially magnificent. Good songs would sometimes linger in our heads, but this piece of music was more than that.
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ãPlease listen to my voice. Singing my love to you, that's my happinessã
圌女ã®æŒæã¯çžå€ãããããããåã«ããŸããŠçŽ æŽããããåãªãè¡šæ ãèžãç· ãä»ããã
Her acting was as good as ever â no, it was even better than usual, her pained expression makes my heart wrench.
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The plot was a story of a girl dedicated to her love.
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Maybe because I heard about her past, her role this time, in particular, seemed to have a lot of parts that overlap with her actual self.
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A little girl not blessed with a family and therefore longs desperately for one. She devotes everything to the guy she likes, unconcerned whether it pays off or not. The little girl simply persists to frantically, bravely speak that her heart is true.
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Then, at the end of the final touching aria.
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The applause gradually grew quieter and then suddenly paused.
圌女ãé¡ãäžããŠãèžãæŒãããããã«ãã£ãšäž¡æãéããããã§ããã
With her head raised, she brought both her hands gently to her chest.
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As Miria's fan, it was only natural that I understood what that gesture meant. It was a gesture she does before she sings a solo.
But the musical performance was already over.
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In the stillness.
å§ãŸã£ãã®ã¯ã䌎å¥ãªããèžããªãããã ã圌女ã®è²ã ãã«ããçšå±ã ã£ããããããŸã£ããã«ã芳客ã®è³ã«å±ãã
The first thing that began was not a musical accompaniment or a dance, but a vocal based solely on her voice. It was delivered straight into the audience's ears.
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ãPlease, listen to my song. I'm a doll that sings.
Following the tunes you taught. That's already happiness. It's bliss.
Songs that you wrote, wind the screw on my back, in the scorching summers to the freezing winters.
I'm a doll that singsã
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Changing the lyrics of the story's aria, Miria sings.
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In the story, the heroine sings at the top of her voice that she was a bird that sings.
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These words that were changed little by little, made it clear to me that Miria put her true feelings into the song wholeheartedly.
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ïŒYou've got it, MiriaïŒ
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I was gripping my hands tightly.
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There is no defintive form for love. But, there was a fixed method to get him to believe in it. By conveying it wholeheartedly.
å¿ãè¡šã«ãããåºãã®ã¯æããããåŠå®ãããããšæãã°èº«ãããããããã§ãå€ã«åºããŠèšŽããããšãããã®æ段ã圌女ã«ãšã£ãŠã¯æŒæã§ãããæãªã®ã ã
It's terrifying to confess one's feelings, one would freeze in horror when they think they might get rejected. Still, she needed to put it out and bring it to his attention. For her, that method was by performing it through song.
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Her lovely aria continued.
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ãLet us compare this love with the sea. For my heart keeps coming close to you like the waves that break sh.o.r.e and retreat.
Flowers bloom through this song of love. On this stage, without gra.s.s or ground.
Let us set this stage with love. Whether it be pa.s.sion or grief, comedy or tragedy, that's the proof someone lived.
There is where my heart is.
Please, listen to my voice. I'm a doll that cries. Singing my love to you. That's already happiness. It's bliss.
So with your song that showed me, who longed for love, to love.
Please notice how I feel.
Please, listen to this voice of mine.
Tell me how you feel.
Please, let your heart be mineã
æåŸã«åããŠæ®µã ãšè²ã䌞ã³ããã«ãªã£ãŠãçŸãããã³ã°ããŒã³ã§çµãã£ã圌女ã®æã
Her song ended with a wonderful long tone with her voice extending grandually as she reached the end.
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That song that conveyed nothing but love in the story now ended in a form that seeks the other's feelings.
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When I realized it, loud applause along with cheers and whistles had reverburated. It was different from usual, it wasn't just because they were moved, but because they were also excited and uplifted. I, of course, also clapped in a daze.
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On top of the stage, she was perplexed by the thunderous ovation. But, the audience's feelings was exceedingly clear to me.
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Today's cheers were voices that were giving their blessings.
芳客ãã¡ã¯çãä¿¡ããã®ã ãããããã¯ãããŠåœŒå¥³ãæŒããã幞ããªçµæ«ãè¿ããèèºãèŠãã®ã ããšã
The audience all believed her. ãAah, I finally saw a show that she performs where she gets a happy endingã, they say.
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The heroine that only kept giving was now wis.h.i.+ng for the heart of the person she loves. I believed that's an element necessary to reach a happy ending.
芳客ã¯çãé€å°ã®ãªãããããŒãšã³ããä¿¡ããã圌女ã®è²ã«ã¯ãããã ãã®åããã£ããããæã«æº¢ããŠãã ãããã人ã®å¿ãåããã
The audience believed in the happy ending that left no room for doubt. Because her voice had that much strength. It was filled with love, so that's why it moved people's hearts.
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Miria was overcome with surprise and she looked on as the curtains lowered in front of her in a daze.
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Of course, the applause did not stop at all.
ããŸããã§è¬é·ã®ææããã芳客ã®èª°ããããªã¢ã¯ææ ãæããªããå·ããå¿ã®æã¡äž»ã ãªã©ãšèšãããŠä¿¡ããã ããã
Would anyone here now in the audience, who were giving a thunderous applause, believe that Miria was cold-hearted and not able to love?
ç§ã ã£ãŠããã絶察ã«ãä¿¡ããªãã
I, for one, would never believe it.
ããã圌女èªèº«ãäœãšèšãããšãã
Yes, no matter what she tells herself.
ç§ããŽã©ã«ããåŒãé£ããŠæ¥œå±ã«èµ°ãããã æãããã¯ãŸãããä¿®çŸ å Žã®æ§çžãåããŠããã
When I ran backstage taking Wolf with me, it was just like the scene of a carnage.
ãªãããšãããšãåå Žæ¯é 人ããç«è ¹ã ã£ãã®ã ã
If I were to say why, it was because the theatre manager was in a rage.
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ãDo you know how much effort and money I put into making you have a strong impact all this time! Not getting affection back was the selling point! Doing this on your own accordâŠâŠ I'll make it so you won't think of acting against people with the social standings of a puppet a second time! You're not the only puppet here! I can always just sell you off to the highest bidder!ã
èšèªéæ·ãªãã®ç©èšãã«ãç§ã¯æ¯é 人ã«èåŸããæ¥è¥²ããããããšã決ãããè ã«æ±ããŠããäºã€ã®å€§åãªè±æã§ååã«ã¶ãæ¯ã£ãŠããŸããªããããããã¯ãŽã©ã«ãã«æŒãä»ããã
Upon hearing these absurd remarks, I decided to fire a surprise attack from behind the manager. I pushed the two precious bouquets I had on my arms onto Wolf so that they wouldn't get crushed in the spur of the moment.
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But before I launched to attack, an arm appeared to s.h.i.+eld Miria.
ã銬鹿ãªããšãèšããªïŒã圌女ãå«ããŠãèªå人圢ã¯ãã¹ãŠããªã»ã¬ã©ã³ãã®ãã®ã ïŒã
ãDon't say absurd things! All the the automaton including her are the property of Mari Galant!ã
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Eeh!?
äžæãæ¯é 人ãžã®æãããå¿ããŠåç¶ãšåœŒã®é¡ãèŠã€ããŠããŸã£ããããªã¢ãåºãããã«ç«ã£ãŠããããå£å¹ã§åå Žæ¯é 人ã«é£ã£ãŠæãã£ãŠããã®ã¯ãäŸã®å¥³ã ããâŠâŠãããªãã£ãåäœå®¶ã®ãšãªãŠã¹æ°ã§ããã
For a time, I forgot my anger for the manager and stared dumbstruck at the person's face. Standing as if to s.h.i.+eld Miria and flaring up at the manager with an incredibly meancing demeanor was the usual girly⊠no, the playwright, Mr. Elius.
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The adjective âgirlyâ was blown out the window, right now, he was so cool! This guy had no wrinkle in his brow and was really very handsome.
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ãI have an obligation to carry out the will of the departed Nival Galant. If you're leading this troupe with that way of thinking, then I must consider adopting all the automatons and file a case against youã
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I guess Mr. Elius's proclamations might have some basis. As soon as he said that, the theatre manager quickly lost his vigour and, upon mumbling some sort of dissatisfaction, left the dressing room with hurried footsteps.
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As for Miria or me, we'll put the thing with the manager for later.
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ãElius-samaâŠâŠWhat did you just sayïŒãThe automatons are⊠Mari Galant's propertyïŒã
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å ã»ã©ãŸã§ã®å¢ãã¯ã©ããžãããããªã¢ã«è©°ãå¯ããããšãªãŠã¹æ°ã¯å£ãããããããããšçéã«ããã埩掻ããŠããã®ãããæ°ããããããªãæ®å¿µãªçŸåœ¢ã®åŸ©æŽ»ã§ããã
Where had the vigour he had from before gone to? Pressed by Miria for an answer, Mr. Elius was now stammering. As he did so, the wrinkle on his brow made a come back and thus, looking incredibly crabby, returned the wasted beauty.
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ãIf you know something, please tell Miria!ã
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I, too, flared up at him like Miria had.
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ãYou areâŠâŠïŒã
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ãLet's put that aside for nowïŒã
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Pressed by my excessive force, Mr. Elius spoke while bewildered.
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ãâŠâŠI'd thought to tell you after we at least had progress in our search. But the truth is, Miria, you have a little sister. No, that girl is human, so in other words, you were made by Nival Galant, as a family member for that girlã
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It seems this person loses the wrinkle in his brows when he's trying his best to talk. The way he spoke about Mari Galant was gentle.
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ãShe's a lovely girl. From her face to her voice, she looks quite like you. And just like you, she loves snowdrops. The first time I gifted her a small boquet of it, she looked delighted and told me they smelled niceâŠâŠ It seemed she also had an interest in theatre. That's why, I'm sure she'll get along well with you as sisters⊠But, after the chaos of Mr. Nival's funeral, she suddenly disappeared. I've been looking for her since then⊠but there hasn't been much progress in the searchâŠâŠã
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I asked him to highlight the part that I wanted to verify the most.
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ãYou're sure that Nival Galant made ãMiriaã for ãMariã?ã
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ãYeah. He'd known his days were numbered. Which was why he wanted to leave a family behind for his granddaughter⊠He wasn't much of a talker, but he worried for his granddaughterâŠâŠã
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Miria shook her head upon Mr. Elius words.
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ãIâŠâŠcan't believe thisâŠã
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ãI canã
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Upon my a.s.sertion, Miria stared at me in surprise.
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ãRather, I feel a lot of things makes sense now. You see, for a magician, a doll is a ãtoolã. I think, to Nival Galant, dolls were important âŠâŠas tools. The automaton he created at the very end, in particular, was quite indispensible, in order for him to leave a family behind for ãMariãâŠâŠãYou'd said it, right?ãThat the doll had a very gentle and serene expression. I think that was what Nival wanted to leave for youã
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After digesting my words, Miria burst out in tears.
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She cried out like a child. Clinging to me.
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The truth was that she was much younger than me. So having that sort of expression wasn't strange either.
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After I gave her a comforting hug, I looked at Mr. Elius.
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I don't know if the rumour that he got cruelly dumped by his lover in the past was true or not. But at this very moment, the look he was giving Miria was particularly kind.
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I'm pretty sure this guy has absolutely no idea what's going on right now. But I think he's a good guy. The reason his trousers were always dirty was probably because he's been walking around looking for Mari Galant.
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I bowed my head at him.
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ãI ask you. Please talk with her. Please, tell her about the Nival Galant you know. And then please, listen to what she has to sayã
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Even while confused, Mr. Elius firmly nodded his head.
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As Miria was being led away by the meek Mr. Elius, she called out to me, her voice hoa.r.s.e from crying.
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ãThank you, Lycorisã
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It was the first time she'd addressed me without an honorific.
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I headed straight to the theatre hall that had become void of people during the turmoil in the dressing room.
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My aim was to offer flowers at the stage.
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I left behind one bouquet of flowers in Miria's dressing room. When I placed the other bouquet I had on the stage, a voice called out behind me.
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ãEven you believe in the stage ghost, young miss?ã
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It's been a while since we last met, but the nagging old geeze⊠I mean, the critic, Ronald Beret seems to remember me.
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ãâŠâŠNo. Actually, I still don't believe it even now. Miria told me there was ãsomethingã here, but I can't believe that it's a ghostã
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ãIf it's not a ghost, then what could it be then?ã
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ãIt could be the pa.s.sion of being on stage. Or maybe it's something from the wild enthusiasm that a visitor felt, left behindâŠâŠïŒã
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Mr. Ronald laughed at my sentimental words. But when he finished laughing, he got serious.
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ãI don't believe in it either. After all, I've wanted to see it so much that I keep coming here, but I've never been able to see it even onceã
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ãYou⊠want to see the ghost?ã
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ãI want to see my younger sister. A long time ago, she died on top of this stageã
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On top of this stage? There was something that bothered me from what he said.
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ãWhen you say younger sister, don't tell meâŠâŠã
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ãYeah. It's the actress that everyone's saying turned into a ghost. I used to come here to watch the performances. It was embarra.s.sing to get found out by the person herself so I always sat at the backã
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I think I know a part of the reason why Mr. Ronald probably became a union member of the Royal Theatre a.s.sociation now.
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ãDo you know what really happened on this stage at that time?ã
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ãIn reality, nothing really bizarre happened. Afflicted by a disease, a famous actress wanting to stay on stage until her final moments, died in the manner she wanted. Then, two girls fought over the role of being her subst.i.tute, and, because it was originally a tangle of mad love involving a manâŠâŠit turned into something tragic. Two people were killed and one commited suicideã
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ãThat'sâŠâŠã
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ãThus a innocent girl got made into a ghostã
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Mr. Ronald looked so lonely as he looked back to the past. And so, I intentionally talked loudly.
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ãI'll be looking forward to the critic for this performance. I'm actually a fan of the reviews you wroteã
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ãHmphã
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ãIt's not a lie. When I came across your review, it had been an article about the first performance I've seen. Whenever I read your reviews, the emotion I when I watched the show gets revived. Even if the last ones seems to have turned a little bit like sermons, I loved all of your reviews including thoseã
ãããã£ãããã£ããæ¥ãããããããããŠãããâŠâŠäœãå¿é ãããç¥ããããå æ°ã¥ããŠãããã«ãèšäºãæžããã»ã©èããŒããŠã¯ãããããŸã ãŸã ãçŽ æŽãããèèºãã圹è ãèŠè¶³ãããããªãâŠâŠãŸã£ãããçé¡ã§èšããããã¡ãæªããããããã嬢ãããæ人ã«ãããšç·ã¯èŠåŽãããªããªãè²ç·ã
ãI got it, I got it. It's embarra.s.sing so stop it.âŠâŠI don't get what you're worried about, but I ain't senile enough that I gotta be cheered up just to write an article. I still haven't got my fill of seeing wonderful shows and performers after all.âŠâŠGood grief, it feels bad hearing you say all that with a straight face. Being the lover of this young miss has gotta be tough on you, eh, Mr. Ca.s.sanova?ã
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Mr. Ronald grinned broadly, including Wolf into this. But maybe because I saw Wolf seriously nodding his head and deemed he wasn't someone who would tease me that I wound up quickly turning around to face the stage.
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And so, I gave the bouquet I had on hand a gentle kiss and tossed it on the stage.
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ãâŠâŠtoday was quite spectacular. It was fit for this stage. A pretty good performanceã
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With a satisfied sigh, Mr. Ronald added.
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ãI wonder if that girly playwright will start writing something other than tragic love stories for once? The royal capital will probably be gus.h.i.+ng out in excitement again if Miria Galant begins to sing happy duets with someone acting in the role of a loverã
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Since he sounded very happy as he said that, I unexpectedly realized how he truly was a ãtsundereã.
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ãDon't tell me, could the reason why you were so strict in your review be because you wanted Miria to play as a happy woman for once, or somethingâŠ?ã
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Mr. Ronald gave anotherãhmphã and said:
ãâŠâŠãŸãã女ã ããç·ã«ãã€ãŸã§ãæ¯ãåãããŠã¡ãããããç·ã®ã±ããã¯ãããŠãããããã§ãããã
ãâŠâŠwell, can't let the playwright keep showing off how girly he is. âGotta give that guy a kick in the a.s.s sometimesã
ãããã§ãããåäœå®¶ãšãªãŠã¹ã®ã幞ããªã話ã«ãæåŸ ããŸãããã
ãYou're right. Let's look forward to a happy story from the playwright Eliusã
ããµããâŠâŠãšã¯ãããå ã®ããšã¯å ã®ããšã ããŸãã¯ä»æ¥ã®èèºã ã芳ã«äŸãªãã£ã奎ãããæãããããŠãããšãããã
ãHmph⊠be that as it may, the future is still far off. This show is the starting point. Let's make those chaps who didn't come to watch this show regret itã
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I have a good feeling that the article this person will write for today will become so wonderful that it'll remain in people's minds forever.
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I spotted Frandert-sama right when I stepped out of the theatre.
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Looking positively cheery, he gave Nildsan, who came to pick him up, a quick peck on the lips not caring that others were looking.
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The crowd in front of the theatre has already dissappated and there's not a lot of people, but it was a public place nonetheless. Above all, I saw it perfectly! Even though I hid under the shadow of a pillar, looking unintentionally suspiscious, Wolf took it all in stride.
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Frandert-sama looked like he didn't notice us and continued talking.
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ãOh, Nilda, I'm so glad I can see you right now. It might be how wonderful the show was today or how much I wanted to kiss you after the show. It's such a happy love story!ãIt won't be enough even if I talk about it all night! You'll keep me company all the way, right, love?ã(1)
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ãI'd like it if you spare me from an all-nighter but I'll all ears, dearã
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ãI would love it if you watch the show with me next time. I expect the shows won't be all tragic, one-sided love stories that you dislike from now on, after allã
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ãIs that so? If it's going to have a happy ending then I don't mind watching it with youã
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ãHooray!! Today is really such a wonderful day. It's an evening where a love bears fruit and my wife is as beautiful and kind as always!ã
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They should already be married close to two years but they still looked completely like a lovey-dovey newly-wed couple. I used to be worried about them, but of course, it was because I hadn't gotten to know them yet.
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I was worried because, two years ago, Nildsan went to pick up her wedding dress by herself. What I now know was that that had probably been something quite trivial for the both of them. To each his own.
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And, Frandert-sama wasn't simply a straight-forward guy. He knew about Miria's love at the very least and was probably cheering her on. He believed that love to be genuine and was happy for her.
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Nildsan knows Frandert-sama way better than someone like me. Since they were lovers, that was natural, though.
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ïŒHuh, so that means there had been absol~utely no need for my concern!ïŒ
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I covered a silly grin forming on my lips subtely with a cloth.
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At any rate, I'm so glad Wolf went with me today. If I'd asked Frandert-sama to escort me today, I would've been a third-wheel right about now.
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I felt like I couldn't hold back the exhileration.
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A lot of people had been looking forward to a show like today and they shared the joy when it was actualized with someone important.
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Right now, it seems the wonderful aria was revurberating in my head.
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After I pulled Wolf's hand and hurried to the carriage, I rattled on as soon as the door shut.
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Love sure is wonderful, huh, Wolf? It's like a miracle when you like someone and even more so when that someone comes to love you back. But there's quite a lot of such things in this world and that's why, the little things matter, which is why I conclude the world is wonderful. What I mean to say is, I was so touched. So being with you here right now with those feelings, I feel so happy, so much that my chest hurts. I feel really happy. That's why, I want to kiss you, Wolf. May I?
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A question from the G.o.d of chance to Wolf. You lover asks if she can kiss you. What will you do?
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The t.i.tle ãcapriccioã is a referring to a piece of music. It seems like it comes from an italian word for ãwhimã. (2)
Translator's note:
Spent a great deal of time trying to translate the song and having a fun time trying to figure out how to rhyme the words.
(1) The petnames that Frandert and Nilda call each other are from the past chapter, i.e. loved one and precious person. But I fixed it here, because it sounds weird in dialogue. From what I understand, Lycoris prefers English petnames to j.a.panese ones.
(2) A capriccio is a piece of music that's usually lively and free form.
(3) What's Miria's true age? I'm not too sure. I remember translating that she was older than Lycoris, but either I mistranslated something, or Lycoris did the math, and somehow concluded Miria's true age?
Not too sure how you all feel about how this arc ended⊠I have my own comments on it, much more so than how the last arc skipped several years. I took quite a few months to finish it simply because I couldn't get myself to continueâŠ
But I feel like I had to translate it for the sake of completing the series, so I hope there were some people that enjoyed it.