Stephen Sanchez, Laufey – No One Knows
[This song make me wanna translate-read angst novel.]
“Why don’t we talk about it once we’re inside the mansion?”
I let go of Knox’s supportive arm, and with the hand that wasn’t holding the lantern, I reached for the axe I had sheathed behind my back.
There aren’t many of them, but there are still a few of them roaming around the mansion.
I leave Knox’s arm and start to walk forward, but Knox’s blunt words catch me off guard.
“Ms. Cherry, are you sure you’re not infected?”
“What?”
I looked back at him in disbelief. What did he mean by that?
“I wasn’t bitten.”
“I think, super strength caused by infection, not the medicine? It stopped at the point where you developed super strenght because you became immune.”
“It happened long before the incident, like, years ago.”
“Hmm. It was years ago……. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Cherry Sinclair’s story.”
“Well, I hid it, of course, because I’m the one with the social graces, and they say the virtue of an upper-class woman is vulnerability.”
“That’s an obscure standard for a virtue. I don’t like fragility.”
Mr. Knox stroked his chin and replied seriously. I turned to him with a puzzled look.
“Are you going to keep talking?”
“Just saying.”
Knox smiled at me with a natural ease.
Even in the midst of being supported by Ethan, Knox was so relaxed and carefree. That’s so him, I thought.
“You’d better shut up and get moving before I throw you out.”
Ethan replied irritably.
If it were up to him, he’d rip his arm out of Knox’s supportive grip. Knox shrugged and shut up.
We grew tense as we approached the mansion. Everyone was silent, and our steps became very deliberate.
Two monsters stood in front of the gates of the mansion. I looked back at Knox and said.
“I’ll carry Mr. Knox.”
“……Treat it with care, think of it as breaking glass.”
Knox said, looking like he’d given up.
I nodded, handed the bag I was carrying to Knox, and hoisted him up on my shoulders. Ethan looked at me with a rather strange expression.
“Hey, man, you focus on what you need to do, and don’t worry about me.”
Knox, who was being carried like a bag of rice by me, spat back at Ethan. It’s like he’s telling him not to look at him because it’s embarrassing.
“You look like you’re going to throw up.”
Ignoring Knox’s muttering, I glance at Ethan. Ethan made a shooting motion with his finger. It was an attack signal.
Drawing my axe with my other hand that wasn’t holding Knox, I walked toward the manor’s gates.
But Ethan was ahead of me, deftly swinging his sword and slicing through two of the creatures in one fell swoop. It happened in a flash. He didn’t even seem to have any difficulty dealing with two monsters at once.
‘Wow, looks like I don’t have to do much.’
As I watched Ethan clear the path, I leisurely walked away with Knox.
Luckily, aside from those two, most of the monsters had fallen back into the village, and we made it to the gate with ease.
I unlocked the gate with my key and stepped inside, setting Knox down on the ground.
“Mr. Knox needs to get some rest.”
I put the back of my hand to Knox’s forehead. His body felt like a ball of fire the whole way up. He was feverish, probably from the wound in his leg.
Ethan slammed the open gate shut.
“Holy shit, how the hell did you get this thing set up?”
The gate, or rather, the stone gate, was unusually heavy, and Ethan grunted as he locked it behind him, spitting out a string of curse words.
Ethan threw his arm around Knox’s shoulders. Knox did nothing to resist. His fever had been rising since earlier, and he’d been so tense since they’d gotten home that he’d gone straight to sleep.
His eyelids fluttered open and closed, then settled heavily.
He fell into such a deep sleep.
It was late afternoon when Knox opened his eyes.
He was in a bed, and a very fluffy one.
It wasn’t quite as comfortable as the one in the Marquess of Ludpurshire’s townhouse, but both the duvet and mattress looked quite expensive.
He ran his hand down the thick sheets for a moment. Something about the texture didn’t feel quite right.
Then he looked up and saw a sky deeply colored by the setting sun. His eyes naturally wandered to the view outside the window.
Looking through the dirty window sill, he saw an unkempt vegetable garden, with four large scarecrows in front of it, and a large chicken coop next to it.
In the garden, a woman was squatting down and doing something. She was dressed like a farmer, with a towel around her neck. She wore a straw hat and her head was bowed so deeply that it was impossible to see her face.
But Knox knew it was Cherry, because the only strange woman who would be doing that in his garden was Cherry Sinclair.
Knox’s memory was cut off shortly after he barely made it into her mansion, being carried by Cherry. For a moment, he remembered Cherry lifting the slender, dainty hand that wielded the axe and placing it on his forehead. She might have said something about a fever.
He put his hand to his own forehead. The fever was gone, and his forehead felt lukewarm.
Cherry, who had been working feverishly in the soil, rose from her seat and dragged the large scarecrow she had set aside.
She had lined up four scarecrows in a row in the middle of the garden and was now trying to talk to them.
Knox slowly got up from his seat and walked over to the window. As she opened it, her voice drifted in.
“Listen,” she said, “you have an important job to do: protect this garden. Do you understand?”
What is she doing……? Knox stared at Cherry’s backside in disbelief.
“You enjoy playing like this.”
Knox leaned his elbows on the window sill and let out a low chuckle. All women are like that, he thought.
Unaware that Knox was watching, Cherry turned to the scarecrows with a very stern look on her face.
“You must guard this area especially well, my friends. This is the heart of this garden.”
That place is…….
Knox narrowed his eyes at the spot Cherry pointed to.
It was the spot where he had planted the elfinus herb.
Elfinus herb is just a little bit of a recovery aid. But why Cherry would risk her life to grow it was a mystery.
‘Is there some other benefit I’m not aware of?’
But as much as I searched my memory, I couldn’t recall anything unusual about the herb. Other than the fact that they were found at 61 Notium and 10 Hague.
Perhaps in a month we could harvest the elfinus planted by Cherry. Elfinus grows really fast if you keep the bugs away and give it enough nutrients.
‘I should help her.’
Knox leaned against the window sill and watched Cherry do her work.
The elfinus herb she was holding was obviously from the last time she’d been to 61 Nottingham Street. Knox remembered it clearly, having witnessed it himself.
Why was Cherry there that day?
‘I guess I’ll just have to ask her.’
He had originally intended to spend his time at Brunel slowly discovering her purpose, but who knew the world would end before he could do so.
The last thing Knox expected was that a mysterious monster would bring about the end of the entire nation of Grayson.
‘Not that there’s much I could have done even if I had.’
Still, it was very peaceful to see Cherry doing her one-woman show in the garden.
It made him wonder if he had just had a nightmare about running away from the monsters in Brunel Village.
Knox stared out the window, then looked away. A familiar figure stood in the doorway.
“Sir Ethan?”
Sometimes she called him Ethan, but usually she called him, Sir Ethan.
Despite having known each other for quite some time, there was just the right amount of distance between him and Knox, an ambiguous distance that was sometimes close and sometimes not so close.
It was similar to the way Knox and Ethan addressed Cherry as “Miss Cherry,” or the way she addressed them as “Sir Ethan” and “Mr. Knox.”
“Are you awake?”
With a somewhat erratic gait, Ethan strode into the room, very slowly, looking like he was dying to leave.
Stepping up to Knox, Ethan placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Very impatiently, as if he was bothering him.
Stephen Sanchez, Laufey – No One Knows
[This song make me wanna translate-read angst novel.]
“Why don’t we talk about it once we’re inside the mansion?”
I let go of Knox’s supportive arm, and with the hand that wasn’t holding the lantern, I reached for the axe I had sheathed behind my back.
There aren’t many of them, but there are still a few of them roaming around the mansion.
I leave Knox’s arm and start to walk forward, but Knox’s blunt words catch me off guard.
“Ms. Cherry, are you sure you’re not infected?”
“What?”
I looked back at him in disbelief. What did he mean by that?
“I wasn’t bitten.”
“I think, super strength caused by infection, not the medicine? It stopped at the point where you developed super strenght because you became immune.”
“It happened long before the incident, like, years ago.”
“Hmm. It was years ago……. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Cherry Sinclair’s story.”
“Well, I hid it, of course, because I’m the one with the social graces, and they say the virtue of an upper-class woman is vulnerability.”
“That’s an obscure standard for a virtue. I don’t like fragility.”
Mr. Knox stroked his chin and replied seriously. I turned to him with a puzzled look.
“Are you going to keep talking?”
“Just saying.”
Knox smiled at me with a natural ease.
Even in the midst of being supported by Ethan, Knox was so relaxed and carefree. That’s so him, I thought.
“You’d better shut up and get moving before I throw you out.”
Ethan replied irritably.
If it were up to him, he’d rip his arm out of Knox’s supportive grip. Knox shrugged and shut up.
We grew tense as we approached the mansion. Everyone was silent, and our steps became very deliberate.
Two monsters stood in front of the gates of the mansion. I looked back at Knox and said.
“I’ll carry Mr. Knox.”
“……Treat it with care, think of it as breaking glass.”
Knox said, looking like he’d given up.
I nodded, handed the bag I was carrying to Knox, and hoisted him up on my shoulders. Ethan looked at me with a rather strange expression.
“Hey, man, you focus on what you need to do, and don’t worry about me.”
Knox, who was being carried like a bag of rice by me, spat back at Ethan. It’s like he’s telling him not to look at him because it’s embarrassing.
“You look like you’re going to throw up.”
Ignoring Knox’s muttering, I glance at Ethan. Ethan made a shooting motion with his finger. It was an attack signal.
Drawing my axe with my other hand that wasn’t holding Knox, I walked toward the manor’s gates.
But Ethan was ahead of me, deftly swinging his sword and slicing through two of the creatures in one fell swoop. It happened in a flash. He didn’t even seem to have any difficulty dealing with two monsters at once.
‘Wow, looks like I don’t have to do much.’
As I watched Ethan clear the path, I leisurely walked away with Knox.
Luckily, aside from those two, most of the monsters had fallen back into the village, and we made it to the gate with ease.
I unlocked the gate with my key and stepped inside, setting Knox down on the ground.
“Mr. Knox needs to get some rest.”
I put the back of my hand to Knox’s forehead. His body felt like a ball of fire the whole way up. He was feverish, probably from the wound in his leg.
Ethan slammed the open gate shut.
“Holy shit, how the hell did you get this thing set up?”
The gate, or rather, the stone gate, was unusually heavy, and Ethan grunted as he locked it behind him, spitting out a string of curse words.
Ethan threw his arm around Knox’s shoulders. Knox did nothing to resist. His fever had been rising since earlier, and he’d been so tense since they’d gotten home that he’d gone straight to sleep.
His eyelids fluttered open and closed, then settled heavily.
He fell into such a deep sleep.
It was late afternoon when Knox opened his eyes.
He was in a bed, and a very fluffy one.
It wasn’t quite as comfortable as the one in the Marquess of Ludpurshire’s townhouse, but both the duvet and mattress looked quite expensive.
He ran his hand down the thick sheets for a moment. Something about the texture didn’t feel quite right.
Then he looked up and saw a sky deeply colored by the setting sun. His eyes naturally wandered to the view outside the window.
Looking through the dirty window sill, he saw an unkempt vegetable garden, with four large scarecrows in front of it, and a large chicken coop next to it.
In the garden, a woman was squatting down and doing something. She was dressed like a farmer, with a towel around her neck. She wore a straw hat and her head was bowed so deeply that it was impossible to see her face.
But Knox knew it was Cherry, because the only strange woman who would be doing that in his garden was Cherry Sinclair.
Knox’s memory was cut off shortly after he barely made it into her mansion, being carried by Cherry. For a moment, he remembered Cherry lifting the slender, dainty hand that wielded the axe and placing it on his forehead. She might have said something about a fever.
He put his hand to his own forehead. The fever was gone, and his forehead felt lukewarm.
Cherry, who had been working feverishly in the soil, rose from her seat and dragged the large scarecrow she had set aside.
She had lined up four scarecrows in a row in the middle of the garden and was now trying to talk to them.
Knox slowly got up from his seat and walked over to the window. As she opened it, her voice drifted in.
“Listen,” she said, “you have an important job to do: protect this garden. Do you understand?”
What is she doing……? Knox stared at Cherry’s backside in disbelief.
“You enjoy playing like this.”
Knox leaned his elbows on the window sill and let out a low chuckle. All women are like that, he thought.
Unaware that Knox was watching, Cherry turned to the scarecrows with a very stern look on her face.
“You must guard this area especially well, my friends. This is the heart of this garden.”
That place is…….
Knox narrowed his eyes at the spot Cherry pointed to.
It was the spot where he had planted the elfinus herb.
Elfinus herb is just a little bit of a recovery aid. But why Cherry would risk her life to grow it was a mystery.
‘Is there some other benefit I’m not aware of?’
But as much as I searched my memory, I couldn’t recall anything unusual about the herb. Other than the fact that they were found at 61 Notium and 10 Hague.
Perhaps in a month we could harvest the elfinus planted by Cherry. Elfinus grows really fast if you keep the bugs away and give it enough nutrients.
‘I should help her.’
Knox leaned against the window sill and watched Cherry do her work.
The elfinus herb she was holding was obviously from the last time she’d been to 61 Nottingham Street. Knox remembered it clearly, having witnessed it himself.
Why was Cherry there that day?
‘I guess I’ll just have to ask her.’
He had originally intended to spend his time at Brunel slowly discovering her purpose, but who knew the world would end before he could do so.
The last thing Knox expected was that a mysterious monster would bring about the end of the entire nation of Grayson.
‘Not that there’s much I could have done even if I had.’
Still, it was very peaceful to see Cherry doing her one-woman show in the garden.
It made him wonder if he had just had a nightmare about running away from the monsters in Brunel Village.
Knox stared out the window, then looked away. A familiar figure stood in the doorway.
“Sir Ethan?”
Sometimes she called him Ethan, but usually she called him, Sir Ethan.
Despite having known each other for quite some time, there was just the right amount of distance between him and Knox, an ambiguous distance that was sometimes close and sometimes not so close.
It was similar to the way Knox and Ethan addressed Cherry as “Miss Cherry,” or the way she addressed them as “Sir Ethan” and “Mr. Knox.”
“Are you awake?”
With a somewhat erratic gait, Ethan strode into the room, very slowly, looking like he was dying to leave.
Stepping up to Knox, Ethan placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Very impatiently, as if he was bothering him.
