Chapter 2: The Mysterious Ring and Breakfast

Author: Kurohitsuji
Raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n2086fk/3/
Translator: Lilia v4
Editor: Yuriko AYA

What was that.
The ring glowed, and then it talked.

“Eh, what, a ghost?”

I would really rather not have ghosts in the church.
Ugh, my heart is hammering.

“…What even was that, seriously.”
“—Confirm. By ‘what,’ do you mean me?”
“It talked agaaaaain!?”

I scramble back.
Window behind me. Worst case, I go out that way.
Then around to the front and get the little ones out. Yeah. That’s the plan.

Ah, have Sister Naria exorcise it, or…
No, ghosts are probably too much even for her?

“—I am not a ghost: I am an interface for interpersonal communication.”
“…Ha? What?”
“—I am an interface for interpersonal communication.”
“Interpersonal commu… uh, so you’re not a ghost?”
“—Negative: I am an interface for interpersonal communication.”
“You’re not a ghost, then?”
“—Affirmative: I am an interperson—”
“No, that’s enough of that.”

An interface for interpersonal communication, huh.
You’ve said it enough times. I remember.

Anyway, I don’t really get what it’s saying, but… we can talk, apparently.
Also, apparently not a ghost.

“…Uh. Do you do bad things?”
“—Negative.”
“Are you on my side?”
“—Affirmative.”
“…Got it. Then I’ll hear the rest later. Can you wait?”
“—Affirmative.”
“All right… hup!”

I pick the ring up, gingerly. No problem.
It isn’t glowing anymore. Just an ordinary ring.
…Looking closer, what’s this even made of?
If it’s silver, maybe it would sell for a lot.

I set it on the parcel for now. No change. Hmm.
Well, for the moment it doesn’t seem to be a bad one.
I can’t imagine a ring could do much mischief anyway. First things first: do what I have to do. Continue reading →

Chapter 1: The Usual Morning

Author: Kurohitsuji
Raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n2086fk/2/
Translator: Lilia v4
Editor: Yuriko AYA

My day starts before dawn.

I get out of bed, change into my usual plain white blouse and faded brown shorts, and head for the washbasin.
I wash my face, brush my teeth, and check that there’s no bed-head in the bangs trimmed above my black eyes, or in the long black hair I wear down my back.

That’s me, ready.

Same as always, I head for the kitchen and make breakfast for twenty.
Today it’s red-bean soup and black bread.
Plain, but the soup shouldn’t taste bad.
I simmered in the vegetable scraps I was given yesterday, so even with not much in it, you get a lot of flavors.
I taste it just in case. Yep. Pretty good today too.

∞∞∞∞

On the way to the dining hall with the pot, the little ones start getting up.

“Morning. Go wash your faces, hurry up.”
“Okaaay!”

They answer in chorus and clatter off.
Energetic first thing in the morning—can’t ask for more.
All right. I brace myself and totter along with the heavy pot.

I’m setting the soup pot on the hall table and laying out dishes when Sister Naria comes out of the chapel.
I pause and greet her with a smile.

“Good morning, Ouka.”
“Morning, Sister Naria.”

Against the pitch-black habit, the silver hair spilling from her hood catches the sun and sparkles.
She’s beautiful today too. I don’t know why, but it makes me a little happy.

“It smells good again. You’re a lifesaver, every day.”
“You say that every day.”
“Hee hee. I suppose I do. You, on the other hand, still won’t call me Mother.”
“Guh… Ah, look, breakfast’s ready.”
“Ufufu. Yes, yes.”

Once everyone is there, we put our hands together and say “Itadakimasu” in unison.
Apparently they don’t do this elsewhere, but this church has always done it before meals.
It means we receive life, I’m told.
I don’t know who started it, but it feels kind of nice, and it looks well-mannered, so everyone copies it.

Today, too: Itadakimasu. Continue reading →

Chapter 0: Preview Extra

Author: Kurohitsuji
Raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n2086fk/1/
Translator: Lilia v4
Editor: Yuriko AYA

A pack of monsters in front of me.
Five combat magitech dolls. Even veteran adventurers are said to have a hard time handling that many without a party.

Facing something like that, my body shakes.
I’m scared. I want to run right now. Tears are about to come.
This is not an enemy a mere town girl should be taking on just because she was handed a weapon.
The sheer unreality of it chills me through to the pit of my stomach.
Ahh, I never should have taken that weird request at the Adventurer’s Guild.

Even so.
Behind me, there are still little children.
Kids huddled together, fighting not to cry.
To them, these expressionless monsters lurking in the mansion they snuck into on a test of courage must be a nightmare itself.

I have something I want to protect. People I want to save.
And if this hand holds the power to fight—borrowed or not.

There is no world in which I back down.

Fragments of mirror scattered everywhere catch my reflection.
Long black hair, black eyes. Slight, and short. Even I can see I look unreliable.
That is exactly why I put up a front and smile.

I draw the red-and-white handguns from the holsters at my hips and grip them.
I speak a single word to the ring hanging from a chain at my chest.

“Ring!”
“—Sakura-Drive Ready.”

A familiar, androgynous voice. I answer my reliable partner.

“Ignition!”

Continue reading →

Sakura Bullet

~In a Sword-and-Magic Fantasy World, a Town Girl Who Can Use Neither Meets a Pair of Handguns. She Just Wants to Know Where She Came From—Don’t You Dare Call Her a Hero~

Author: Kurohitsuji
Raw: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n2086fk/
Translator: Lilia v4
Editor: Yuriko AYA

“I hereby return your fate to you.”

With that single line, one girl’s story begins to move.

◆ Informal synopsis ◆
A lively long-haired black-haired girl adventuring in another world.
Plenty of fights and food-teasing.
If that sounds like your thing, please read Chapter 0.

◆ Proper synopsis ◆
A world after the Demon King has fallen.
A certain small town. A girl named Ouka, raised in a church where orphans live.

The heroes of salvation, summoned from another world.
Ouka has the same black hair and black eyes as they do—a heretical look, rare in this world—and yet she has always been a bright, forward-looking girl.

Her days are ordinary and unchanging, but she finds happiness in that ordinary life.
The church children she loves, the townspeople who are kind to her.
And above all, the days she spends with Sister Naria, who has been a parent to her, are irreplaceable.

Then, on her fifteenth birthday, a parcel and a letter arrive.

In the parcel: a pair of red-and-white handguns that should not exist in this world, and a small ring engraved with a mysterious language.

And in the letter, a strange line.

“I hereby return your fate to you.”

To get to the bottom of her own birth, and of the meaning of that strange message, she sets out by coach for the royal capital.

This is the story of one ordinary town girl.
Of daily life, of fighting, of cooking, of adventuring, of being given sweets by the people around her.

And, before long, of fairy-tale heroes and an entire country getting pulled in.

A story of days that will not sit still.