Kartoffel Translations

Prev  |  TOC   |  Next My brother’s furious voice echoed through my office. He had jumped up from the sofa, glaring down at me as he launched into a barrage of accusations. I hadn’t even had the chance to explain what had happened. Still, I was certain that had he been in my position, he would have made the same decision. And yet, I understood his anger. It stemmed from worry—worry for me and the soldiers of the guerilla unit. For that, I was genuinely grateful. “A H-Hydra?! You never said a word about this!” “We only confirmed it after you’d departed, Brother. We had some suspicions beforehand, but nothing definitive. Spreading vague information would’ve only caused unnecessary confusion, so I ask for your understanding.” “You... You always do this—why must you bear everything alone?!” “Because the situation demanded swift action, and any delay would have only worsened things. Fortunately, we had a plan—a remarkably good one. That’s why I opted to handle the matter ...

　 Prev  |  TOC   |  Next It seemed the lead engineer had also gained new insights, thanks to My Friend’s suggestions. They discovered that even the materials they used to discard held considerable value. And with a monster corpse over ten yalds long, there were more harvestable resources than usual. After thoroughly stripping the Hydra of all usable parts, they carried out final disposal using a deep pit and magical fire—then sealed the pit shut. The cave itself had been battered by repeated area-effect spells, frozen over, corroded by venom and miasma, then doused with holy water. In the end, it collapsed during the burial process, reduced to rubble. But the wasteland would eventually return to the forest. The dense ambient mana would summon trees back to the land, and the forest’s regeneration here would be swift—unnaturally so. The caved-in remains became a grave, not by intent but by fate, for the Hydra who had become a ‘monster’ against its will. A record of its...

  Prev  |  TOC   |  Next It was unmistakable—a death cry, pure and final. The sound of that massive body thrashing echoed with a strange wetness—was it the holy water surrounding the beast? Even in the twilight, the thick white smoke billowing from the mouth of the cave was clearly visible. That roar of death went on for a while... and then, all at once, the world was smothered in silence so heavy it made the ears ache. “It’s done,” My Friend murmured. “The creature passed without damaging the core body. A small mercy, perhaps. If it is to be reborn again—whether as a human or something less—I can only hope it finds peace in its next life. May it never suffer the cruel fate of metamorphosis again... Shall we?” His words of prayer were chilling in their detachment. My Friend knew all too well: the overflow of mana could twist the body into something unrecognizable. A violent surge of mana that not even the host could control—turning beast to wild beast, wild bea...