Kartoffel Translations

Prev | TOC | Next By the time they returned to the tower from Ozwald's estate, the sky was beginning to brighten. Market vendors and other traders seemed to have already begun preparing for the morning market. The royal capital was slowly waking up. The first thing Dahlia did after returning to the Green Tower was brew some weak coffee. She added plenty of sugar and milk to her own cup, turning it into a sweet café au lait. For Volf, she prepared black coffee along with a simple breakfast of cheese toast, a fried egg, and sausages. "Dahlia, you should eat a little something, too." "I'm not very hungry..." "If you don't have much of an appetite, is there anything you think you could eat? I'll go buy you something." "Well, part of it is that I'm not hungry, but when I'm really nervous and try to eat, I end up with a stomachache..." She was embarrassed to admit just how timid she was, but when she got too nervous, it affect...

Prev | TOC | Next Thanks to Ozwald's words, the tension I'd been carrying eased. "Then, let's move on to enchanting the unicorn and bicorn horns." He took out another magic-sealing board and laid it on the worktable, arranging the pure white unicorn horn and the jet-black bicorn horn side by side. The smooth, rounded horns suddenly reminded Dahlia of the Reversi pieces from her previous life. They sat facing each other across the worktable, positioning their right hands so that they could release our magic with ease. Then, they slowly began to imbue the horns with magic. Pour magic evenly into two horns—that was all there was to it on paper, but having two magical toolmakers do it simultaneously was surprisingly difficult. Everyone's magic had its own distinctive characteristics. For a while, they cautiously felt their way forward, each trying to adjust to the other's magic. Naturally, this made the magic unstable. The pure white unicorn horn stabilized ...

Prev | TOC | Next [Eliana's POV] Lunchtime at the Seabreeze Inn was something of a battlefield. I carried out grilled fish, cleared away empty plates, and delivered extra bread. Whenever someone called me from the kitchen and I turned around, another customer would be raising a hand at a different table. By the time I saw the last customer off, the soles of my feet were throbbing with warmth. "Here you go. Good work today." "Thank you." I couldn't help smiling when I saw the plate Ms. Hannah had set down in front of me. Today, it was a mackerel sandwich. Crispy-skinned grilled mackerel and thinly sliced onions, with a tangy sauce that had soaked slightly into the warm bread. This was one of my favorites. I picked it up with both hands and took a bite. The rich juices seeped out from beneath the fragrant, crispy skin, and the onion crunched satisfyingly between my teeth. Delicious. Luca was out on patrol with the territory’s soldiers. When he returned, he m...