Vol 1 Prologue (2/2)
The old man laughed, as he looked at the approaching figure clad in airs.h.i.+p riding gear. Although she was still more of a child than a woman, the outfit wound perfectly around her body, and the increasingly dangerous curves seemed to be maturing day by day.
The girl let a smile come onto her face, like a flower in bloom.
“Quite so. That’s why, when I partic.i.p.ated in the race, he opposed it until the very end. Although he agreed it was good to humour the people, he said this manner wouldn’t do, and that I should wear clothes more suitable for a member of the Garbera Royal Family, among other things. There was no way I'd do it, with the hem of a long skirt hindering me. That’s why I had to content myself with second place.”
“That wasn’t a bad appearance either,” the previous King of Garbera, Jeorg Owell, said, as he smiled at his pouting granddaughter. “Although, because you ended up one point away from victory, I suffered a heavy loss.”
“Did you put a wager on me?”
Jeorg laughed with mirth upon seeing the girl’s eyes open wide.
“With the secretary of financial affairs, Wallace. That bloke… he wanted my favourite horse for a long time already. But while he works at the royal palace, I wasn’t informed that you were partic.i.p.ating in a skirt. If I’d known, I would’ve have scolded that son of mine relentlessly for letting you race like that in public.”
“So, what is it that grandfather wanted from Secretary Wallace?”
“Haha… well, what was it again?”
“Secretary Wallace is quite famous for his liquor collection, isn’t he?”
“There’s that too. Hm… that guy has an excellent tastes in women too.”
“Oh?”
“Back when we went to visit Wallace’s mansion, the chamberlain’s daughter who worked there – well, although she is his daughter, she’s already back with her parents at the age of thirty. But, she’s quite a beauty. I figured, if I get the la.s.s to work at this detached place of mine, it was likely my life would become a little bit more worth living for.”
“Oh, grandfather.”
Garbera’s third princess, Vileena, puffed up her cheeks, and although she made sure to give her grandfather a scolding glare, the two of them immediately burst into laughter.
The sides of the curtains, filled with the pale moonlight, fluttered slightly in the all but nonexistent wind. Suddenly, Vileena crouched down near the bed and firmly took hold of her grandfather’s hand. She pressed her face against it, her small shoulders shaking.
“Vileena, this… what’s the matter? You’re acting like a child.”
“No. No, no…”
She closed her eyelids firmly, repeating her denial, frantically trying to resist the emotions that were welling up inside from whatever was eating at her mind.
He’s become so small.
She thought, as she laid her face into his thin, helpless hand.
Her grandfather was known for his bravery in his younger days. Subduing the stronger local clans one by one, he had pushed this country called Garbera up to the point that it wouldn’t lose to the other major powers. In the past, their territories had been invaded by the older nations of either Ende or Mephius time and time again, and their people had tasted hards.h.i.+p and exile under their rule. Now, everyone praised Jeorg Owell’s bravery, despite his short history, for producing a united country that was no longer inferior to those foreign nations.
Ever since she was young, Vileena had become attached to her grandfather. He still had a strong influence, even after withdrawing from the throne, and although his son, namely Vileena’s father, thought he was a shrewish and troublesome existence that he nonetheless couldn’t help but rely on, to Vileena, he was no one other than a kind grandfather.
So many times had she come to visit him at his estate, going to the river to fish or swim together, and when the days got dark, spending all evening simulating war campaigns at the board table.
Unlike her father, her grandfather did not get angry when Vileena played with a wooden sword and s.h.i.+eld, allowed her to scuffle together with children for play, let her ride horses, and cultivated her interest in airs.h.i.+ps. Rather than scold her, he instructed her carefully about these things in detail.
But above all, during the winter, her grandfather would sit near the hearth, lift her up to his knee, and tell her stories about war, about negotiating with other countries, about the many powerful clans in Garbera, and how to prevent the sparks of dispute in the country from breaking out into a tinderbox of civil war – Vileena became addicted to these stories.
And every evening she heard such a tale, when Vileena set to bed, she would always have a dream.
Dressed in s.h.i.+ning armour, standing there on top of an airs.h.i.+p, overlooking the valiant knights arrayed before her, giving them her orders. Her young heart was coloured with excitement as she imagined herself standing on the battlefield one day, fighting at her grandfather’s side.
However, ever since the winter, her once robust grandfather’s health deteriorated and he had become bedridden.
Whenever Vileena came to visit, he had a smile on his face that was not different from before, but they were no longer able to ride horses or fly airs.h.i.+ps together. And then, five years ago, something happened that had given her grandfather the final blow.
“Raise your head.”
Urged by her grandfather’s words, a startled Vileena did as she was told. Trying to fight back the tears, her eyes were brightly sparkling in the moonlight’s glow. Jeorg’s face crumpled.
“I see. I too, am getting old. Aren’t you the springy, tomboyish girl that will be getting married within the week? The same girl that needed so very little time to trample down my garden and destroy my prized flowerbed like some wicked, untamed dragon?”
“G-Grandfather...”
“But I was even more surprised back in the day. I think you must be sick of this story, but word travelled all across the country. Five years ago, when the rebels had usurped this very estate, you did not even put one step back and magnificently tried to fight them off to protect me, while I was lying injured in bed. Everybody here said if only you were a boy. However, I didn’t think so. You are a fine lady – the pride of Garbera. No champion, no dragon, not anything that can be bought with gold can compare to you. You are my pride.”
Jeorg gently held her Vileena’s blus.h.i.+ng cheeks in both his hands.
“That granddaughter is about to marry. What kind of child will she give birth to, I wonder? I try not to have any regrets in this life of mine, and it is something that I proudly boast of. But if there is one regret, there is only one – that I won’t be able to see the sight of you holding a baby with my own eyes.”
“What are you saying? This evening doesn’t have to be a farewell,” Vileena said, forcing a bright tone and a smile.
However, she already knew the truth. Her grandfather had been bedridden for a long time now, and he no longer left his estate. Within several days, she would leave the country on her own, so she had actually come here to say her final goodbye.
Her smile immediately fell apart, and Vileena brought down her face again. Lowering her eyebrows, anger clouded her beautiful face.
“Grandfather. I don’t want to go and become someone’s wife. I don’t want to leave your side grandfather, I hate it. But even so… Why does it have to be Mephius, of all places!?”
For a moment, the face of tomboyish princess, who was loved from all over the country, looked like that of an ordinary country la.s.s who was about to marry, with a hint of heartfelt sadness. However,
“That country of barbarians. It is obvious the rebellion that led grandfather to be injured by those traitors was staged by Mephius. If only father had the resolve to let me, on the bridal night, I would readily slice open the sleeping head of my husband to be!”
“Oh, hey now…”
Even the undaunted Jeorg reflexively had a jagged coughing fit. While it also resulted in a personality brusque enough to visit her grandfather like this, she had, somewhere in her way of thinking, been influenced by the out-dated, old-fas.h.i.+oned portion of her grandfather’s upbringing all this time.
“You do not always draw blood during battles. And victory is not only gained over the opponent’s corpse. You have a gentle heart, so you’ve realised this a long time ago. Even the common people wage constant battles in their everyday lives. Although it may seem nothing compared to the majestic days of old, bringing us a time of peace also counts as a victory.”
“……”
“Mephius is an old country – much, much older than your father's – and may seem a bit strict, but if it’s you, it’ll be fine. Because, wherever you are, you are my Vileena.”
“I understand.”
When Vileena raised her head a second time, the tears were already gone. The moon gently lighting the outlines of her smiling face invited her grandfather to smile as well.
“Indeed. This battle is not yet over. Not all soldiers pick up swords and lances. I too, am one such soldier, right?”
His granddaughter’s eyes were sparkling, and he felt the hint of something unpleasant.
“I understand. I will not shed blood, nor will I ask the people of Garbera to do the unreasonable. For this new battle, I – Vileena – will take up the challenge. I’ll probe Mephius’s true state of affairs, find out its weaknesses – I will use any means necessary, so please wait for me to bring us the glad tidings of victory!”
His fourteen-year-old granddaughter stood up in an instant, leaving Jeorg agape.
From a young innocent girl who was soon to be married off, she had suddenly turned into a knight on the battlefield before he realized it. While looking at how she was now boiling with excitement, her cheeks flushed and her blood set afire, he thought that, in a sense, that was truly how he knew his granddaughter.
References and Translation Notes
Jump up↑ The official name of the country is The Imperial Dynasty of Mephius, according to the kanji, but the author uses the reading for 'empire'. So, I'll be mainly using Mephius Empire, and only use the official name when the mood allows it to.
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