Kartoffel Translations

Prev | TOC | Next The sunlight streaming through the window was turning a deep, reddish orange. In the room rented by the Rossetti Company on the second floor of the Merchant Guild, Dahlia and Ivano sat across from each other at a desk, utterly exhausted. "Lord Jild really does act fast, doesn't he...?" "Yes... It's something we should learn from him. Though, well, I'm not sure we should go quite that far..." Spread out before them were a letter and documents from Jildofan Diels, the Marquis who served as head of the Royal Castle's Department of Finance. With Marcella joining the Rossetti Company and stepping down as its guarantor, they needed someone to take his place. Jildo had repeatedly told them, "I owe you a favor, so contact me if you ever need help." Taking him at his word, they decided to ask him to become their new guarantor. They sent him a letter with their request, adding that they would visit to pay their respects whenever ...

Prev | TOC | Next "Word has come from Captain Hitou? ...Is it good news?" "I suppose you could call it good news. Now that they can navigate the twenty-sixth floor with ease, they've ended up wearing out their rainbow ore weapons in no time and have been forced to return to the twenty-fourth floor." Queen Yuzha made a rather complicated face upon receiving Captain Bantu's report. They'd acquired the strength to explore the twenty-sixth floor without difficulty, but their weapons couldn't hold up, so they couldn't stay there for long. It really was hard to tell whether that counted as good news or bad. "...Tell them we'll return their broken weapons after soaking them in the Equipment-Restoring Spring in the Hot Spring Dungeon." "Using ordinary transport soldiers would take several weeks, so several members of the First Unit will run the entire way and carry the weapons themselves. They've also asked us to prepare plenty o...

Prev | TOC | Next (An interlude. This chapter is entirely about the portraits, so please be warned if this sort of thing isn't your cup of tea.) Volf was troubled. Before him were two large burlap sacks filled with portraits from the Green Tower, most of which featured a generous amount of bare skin. They were part of the inheritance left by Dahlia's father, Carlo. He had considered taking them to a secondhand bookstore, but the words "an inheritance for my son" had given him an inexplicable sense of hesitation. On the other hand, if he brought them to the barracks, they would undoubtedly attract attention. He also wanted to avoid questions about where they had come from and how he had acquired them. In the end, he had brought them straight back to the estate. After much deliberation, he had stashed them at the back of his bedroom closet and locked it. He had then forbidden the maids from entering his room while he was away. He had made up for the days he had taken...