Chapter 69: Flowers and Cage.

 

 

Editor: Yuri_is_pure

Today picture is a Touhou’s flower view party. I want this novel will end with Arge and her harem having Flower view like this.

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Chapter 69: Flowers and cage.

 

I have consciousness, but I can’t move my body, I recognize that this is a dream.

Again?

After reincarnating in a different world, I often saw the old days as a dream.

Maybe a vampire is a good dreamer?

I know that it is a dream, so there is nothing surprising about the scenery in front of me.

Everything is ordinary, but the room is isolated from the outside world.

I can never step on the other side of the iron lattice, but I was only allowed to live here. That is the servant from that time.

While feeling the nostalgic air, I see the same thing as the one I am watching in my dream.

 

“I hate it, please don’t look at me too much” (Aoba) (T.N: Tsundere Imouto / cousin)

“You are also watching me, aren’t you?” (Ginji/Arge)

“It is a beautiful and emotional act when a living person looks at the dead, but it is undesirable for the dead to look at the living when you’re not my ancestor.” (Aoba)

“Oh, is that so?” (Ginji/Arge)

 

Both my words and her words are decided in advance. Because this is my past.

The living being on the other side of the iron lattice is an existence with a track record and power to be allowed to live in the Kuon house. She is Kuon Aoba-san

In my memory, she is always wearing Japanese clothes. The fancy sleeves in which colorful flowers are drawn, its glossiness make my eyes hurt so much that I can no longer tell what color is the main.

She is wearing such a Japanese clothing that makes her atmosphere like standing in the flower garden.

There’re two bells attached to her hairpin, her smooth black hair sways just like wave every time she moves. She put a blade on the flower held in her hand.

Every time her thin finger moves, the blade cut an unrequired part of flowers. Then she begins to arrange flowers.

I only see it as beautiful art and before I knew it, I keep watching her.

She put the finished work aside and smiled.

 

“How is it? It is hard to show my art to one person.” (Aoba)

“I don’t know about flower arrangements, and I am a dead man, so I usually don’t think my impression will have any meaning.” (Ginji/Arge)

“Hā. Is that so?” (Aoba)

 

There is no disgust in her eyes. She‘s a strange person.

Many people who come here seem to despise me. After looking down at me, they will return.

A few of the people who come here seem to have pity on me. For some reason, they seem got hurt more than I did, and they will also return after a while.

She is neither of them. She is the only one different.

I wonder if it is an interesting thing, she visited my prison many times and she always came with flowers.

Her completed work is cleaned up before it dies. Maybe that’s also Aoba-san’s instruction.

 

“Then, as a deceased, is there something you want?” (Aoba)

“… I prefer a little more flashy, like cherry blossoms, or something like that” (Ginji/Arge)

 

What I’ve said is true. I thought It would be inconvenient, but I did not mind.

Because she asked my opinion.

Her work behind the iron lattice is gaudy and she is gorgeous like the clothes she is wearing. She is gorgeous, eye-catching and beautiful. Even in my dream, she seemed to shine.

I am not familiar with the way, so I do not know what kind of flowers are used. Still I know that Aoba-san’s work is amazing.

Otherwise she can not name herself as a person of Kuon’s house. I can understand it even if I don’t have knowledge about flower arrangements.

It’s just my preference though.

 

“Tee hee hee, is that so?” (Aoba)

 

Her reaction is contrary to what I thought. Far from being angry, she laughed.

The bells ring as she walks, she comes closer to the iron lattice.

 

“Aoba-san?” (Ginji/Arge)

“A little closer” (Aoba)

“I understand” (Ginji/Arge)

 

I don’t know her purpose, but there is no reason to refuse. I approached the iron lattice.

I thought for a moment what would happen if I didn’t come close here, I’m a dreamer.

My dreams move freely, and this is already over in the past. Even if I want to do something different from reality, it does not change the reality.

And I knew what happens after this. I don’t know what to do as she takes my hands beyond the iron lattice.

A small sound echoes in a quiet room. Like tongue touching.

There is no surprise. This is the second time. I was a little surprised because this time she is still here as evidence that I’m not dreaming.

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“It tastes unexpected, doesn’t it?” (Aoba)

“I didn’t think there was a hobby to kiss the dead.”  (Ginji/Arge)

“As long as you are here, you are not dead.” (Aoba)

“Ha, is that so?” (Ginji/Arge)

“… Do you have experience?” (Aoba)

“As far as I remember, no-one has ever done anything like that” (Ginji/Arge)

“Hehe, that was good” (Aoba)

 

She thought that I was dead until a while ago, and she started to treat me like a living person abruptly.

I do not know what she is thinking. It’s only a dream, but whatever, we meet again.

However, even if you don’t know her feelings, I know what emotions the facial expression comes from. It was a pleasure to see from her expression at that time. Because her smile is beautiful like flowers.

 

“You are like a bud, aren’t you?” (Aoba)

“Is that so?” (Ginji/Arge)

“Yeah … what kind of flowers will you bloom into?” (Aoba)

“It withered before blooming” (Ginji/Arge)

“No, like a bud of a flower under the snow, you can surely bloom. It just isn’t here, but what if somewhere else” (Aoba)

 

She is getting away from me and she stands up.

I don’t understand the meaning of her words and the intention of her emotions after all. Even for me at present time, I am watching the past like this now.

 

“I would like to see you bloom” (Aoba)

“I think that it is impossible, because I can not do it from here” (Ginji/Arge)

“Well, yeah … but the world may change like the season … It is around time for your feeding staff. What’s that little child’s name?” (Aoba)

“It’s Ryūko-chan. Mizushiro Ryūko” (Ginji/Arge)

“Oh, it was such a name, I will excuse myself then” (Aoba)

“Is that so? Goodbye Aoba-san” (Ginji/Arge)

“… I will come again” (Aoba)

“Feel free to” (Ginji/Arge)

 

She made a smile like she’s glad.

 

“Because cherry blossoms can not be cut easily, let’s have some sakura view, someday” (Aoba)

“Ha, yes, if there is opportunity” (Ginji/Arge)

 

Such days will never come. Even I replied to her like that.

The (dream) world is breaking like a flower scattering, my consciousness returns. The end of my dream is near.

Her smile is the last thing I saw, it has a slightly cherry blossom color.

What is the feeling that is on my face?

It’s thin, moist and light warmth. The feeling like a scented remnant moves away.

Was that because my promise with her?

When I still don’t have the answer, I wake up from my dream.


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24 comments

  1. ..also, in that flower viewing picture, maybe it’s just me but it looks like Mitori got included…despite being a fan made character she’s pretty well established in the community huh…

    Thanks for the chapter 🙂

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  2. I have another edit. Also, this chapter was quite feelsy. I can’t say I expected this story to be so deep when I first started reading. Cheers!

    Chapter 69: Flowers and cage.
    As I have consciousness, but I can’t move my body, I recognize that this is a dream.
    Again?
    After reincarnating in a different world, I often saw the old days as a dream.
    Maybe a vampire is a good dreamer?
    I know that it is a dream, so there is nothing surprising about the scenery in front of me.
    Everything is ordinary, but the room is isolated from the outside world.
    I can never step on the other side of the iron lattice, but I was only allowed to live here. That is the servant from that time.
    While feeling the nostalgic air, I see the same thing as the one I am watching in my dream.
    “I hate it, please don’t look at me too much” (T.N: Tsundere Imouto / cousin)
    “You are also watching me, aren’t you?”
    “It is a beautiful and emotional act when a living person looks at the dead, but it is undesirable for the dead to look at the living when you’re not my ancestor.”
    “Oh, is that so?”
    Both my words and her words are decided in advance. Because this is my past.
    The living being on the other side of the iron lattice is an existence with a track record and power to be allowed to live in the Kuon house. She is Kuon Aoba-san
    In my memory, she is always wearing Japanese clothes. The fancy sleeves in which colorful flowers are drawn, its glossiness make my eyes hurt so much that I can no longer tell what color is the main.
    She is wearing such a Japanese clothing that makes her atmosphere like standing in the flower garden.
    There’re two bells attached to her hairpin, her smooth black hair sways just like wave every time she moves. She put a blade on the flower held in her hand.
    Every time her thin finger moves, the blade cut an unrequired part of flowers. Then she begins to arrange flowers.
    I only see it as beautiful art and before I knew it, I keep watching her.
    She put the finished work aside and smiled.
    “How is it? It is hard to show my art to one person.”
    “I don’t know about flower arrange, and I am a dead man, so I usually don’t think my impression will have any meaning.”
    “Hā. Is that so?”
    There is no disgust in her eyes. She‘s a strange person.
    Many people who come here seem to despise me. After looking down at me, they will return.
    A few of the people who come here seem to have pity on me. For some reason, they seem got hurt more than I did, and they will also return after a while.
    She is neither of them. She is the only one different.
    I wonder if it is an interesting thing, she visited my prison many times and she always came with flowers.
    Her completed work is cleaned up before it dies. Maybe that’s also Aoba-san’s instruction.
    “Then, as a deceased, is there something you want?”
    “… I prefer a little more flashy, like cherry blossoms, those of that kind”
    What I’ve said is true. I thought It would be inconvenient, but I did not mind. Because she asked my opinion.
    Her work behind the iron lattice is gaudy and she is gorgeous like the clothes she is wearing. She is gorgeous, eye-catching and beautiful. Even in my dream, she seemed to shine.
    I am not familiar with the way, so I do not know what kind of flowers are used. Still I know that Aoba-san’s work is amazing.
    Otherwise she can not name herself as a person of Kuon’s house. I can understand it even if I don’t have knowledge about flower arrangement.
    It’s just my preference though.
    “Hehe, is that so?”
    Her reaction is contrary to what I thought. Far from being angry, she laughed.
    The bells as she walks, she comes closer to the iron lattice.
    “Aoba-san?”
    “A little closer”
    “I understand”
    I don’t know her purpose, but there is no reason to refuse. I approached the iron lattice.
    I thought for a moment what would happen if I didn’t come close here, I’m a dreamer.
    My dreams move freely, and this is already over in the past. Even if I want to do something different from reality, it does not change the reality.
    And I knew what happens after this. I don’t know what to do as she takes my hands beyond the iron lattice.
    A small sound echoes in a quiet room. Like tongue touching.
    There is no surprise. This is the second time. I was a little surprised because this time she is still here as evidence that I’m not dreaming.
    “It tastes unexpected, doesn’t it?”
    “I didn’t think there was a hobby to kiss the dead.”
    “As long as you are here, you are not dead.”
    “Ha, is that so?”
    “… Do you have experience?”
    “As far as I remember, no-one has ever done anything like that”
    “Hehe, that was good”
    She thought that I was dead until a while ago, and she started to treat me like a living person abruptly.
    I do not know what she is thinking. It’s only a dream, but whatever, we meet again.
    However, even if you don’t know her feelings, I know what emotions the facial expression comes from. It was a pleasure to see from her expression at that time. Because her smile is beautiful like flowers.
    “You are like a bud, aren’t you?”
    “Is that so?”
    “Yeah … what kind of flowers will you bloom into?”
    “It withered before blooming”
    “No, like a bud of a flower under the snow, you can surely bloom. It just isn’t here, but what if somewhere else”
    She is getting away from me and she stands up.
    I don’t understand the meaning of her words and the intention of her emotions after all. Even for me at present time, I am watching the past like this now.
    “I would like to see you bloom”
    “I think that it is impossible, because I can not do it from here,”
    “Well, yeah … but the world may change like the season … It is around time for your feeding staff. What’s that little child’s name?”
    “It’s Ryūko-chan. Mizushiro Ryūko“
    “Oh, it was such a name, I will excuse myself then”
    “Is that so? Goodbye Aoba-san”
    “… I will come again”
    “Feel free to”
    She made a smile like she’s glad.
    “Because cherry blossoms can not be cut easily, let’s have some sakura view, someday.”
    “Ha, yes, if there is opportunity”
    Such days will never come. Even I replied to her like that.
    The (dream) world is breaking like a flower scattering, my consciousness returns. The end of my dream is near.
    Her smile is the last thing I saw, it has a slightly cherry blossom color.
    What is the feeling that is on my face?
    It’s thin, moist and light warmth. The feeling like a scented remnant moves away.
    Was that because my promise with her?
    When I still don’t have the answer, I wake up from my dream.

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  3. Hmmmm, sometimes I feel like I don’t understand the subtleties being displayed in this novel. But, I guess I can just forget about this girl? Idk, it probably matters, but maybe not. Also, the knight women who is traveling with the merchant I hope she isn’t sleeping with him I feel like it hinted that it was so. Ah well.

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    • What? What did you read there was no hint like that at all? The only reason the Knight is traveling is to reunite with Arge! She wouldn’t also be chasing a side piece while doing that it would be ridiculously out of character. Also this chapter isn’t about the girl in Arge’s memories it’s about developing Arge as a character by giving you some insight into her past (though I wouldn’t be surprised if the girl actually did become a character because web novels~). Now we know a bunch more about Arge that we didn’t before and if that “matters” is up to you I guess.

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  4. Yukari x Yuyuko then incest couple Remillia x Flandre , Marisa x Alice and Yuyuko x Youmu …. damn too much yuri stuff here

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  5. is she supposed to be the first harem member (?) before Felnote ? she gave a lot of loves to him[now her] i think it’s too much of a story for me. i hope they can reunite

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    • And I skimp though the lastest chapter by Google Translate.
      It’s horrible and I only understand about 50%.
      If I must waste my effort to check with Japanese raw for the meaning. I rather make a translation (even it still bad).

      This girl will join Harem but I don’t really understand the google translate. I only know that she will join our Harem.
      Author note in last chapter availble is: “Together with Felnote, Kuzuha, she become an ir-replace-able person who dear to Arge.
      I hope you enjoy this volume
      See you again in next story”

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  6. Jesus… I was hit by a truck full of feels… Why do I have this feeling that many people mourned for his death? Especially that Aoba-san… God, this story went from 0 to 100 real quick and I thought I got to read a light and sappy story…. It just went fucking dark for a moment XD

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    • Not really, no-one (left to) mount for his/her death.
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      (Spoiler, because anyone have good feeling for him also dead and re-incarnated to this world)

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