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Arthur: Pleasure to meet you. My name is Arthur, I’m a wizard from Central country and prince of the kingdom.

Arthur: This here is the man who taught me magic, the strongest wizard in the whole world, Lord Oz.

Oz: ……

Arthur: Lord Oz, could you say something?

Oz: Arthur, who exactly are you talking to?

Arthur: A fictional customer! We’re pretending to greet guests.

Oz: …playing house?

Arthur: Mmhmm, something like that.

Oz: Welcome in.

Arthur: Ah, my apologies, I misspoke. You don’t have to pretend to be a shopkeeper, Master Oz.

Oz: I see.

Arthur: For example… the pillar… Actually, could you introduce me to the window over there please?

Oz: …… Arthur is the prince of Central country.

Oz: However, I, who have been referred to as a Demon King, have no disciples. Nor am I a teacher. He has nothing to do with me.

Arthur: Master Oz…

Oz: That’s how I’d do so if there was a guest. I refuse to speak so frivolously on the matter, not even for your sake.

Arthur: But what if it was the Sage, or a friend of the Sage?

Oz: …Right.

Oz: Allow me to tell you a story that only I know. A tale buried deep in the far North; of magic, the moon, and the marvels of the world.

Oz: To someone who will not wound your heart, I’ll share that quiet story known only to the spirits of the blizzards that beckon silence and death.

Arthur: Right!

Arthur: Dear guest, I’m certain that someday I’ll be able to tell you.

Arthur: Welcome to the manor, we’re overjoyed to have you. Please take your time getting settled.

Arthur: And if you’re able to, become our friend.

Arthur: Now, how about we show you around?

Shino: I’m Shino, Eastern wizard. I guard Sherwood Forest within the Blanchett territory.

Shino: I’ll introduce you to my master. Lord Heathcliff Blanchett.

Heathcliff: Hello.

Shino: This way, my lord.

Heathcliff: W-what are you saying? You don’t usually call me that, do you? It’s always “Heath”.

Shino: Do I?

Heathcliff: Jeez…Stop acting like that just because you’re in front of a guest.

Heathcliff: Excuse us. My father is a lord, and Shino is a servant. But our relationship is more like that of childhood friends.

Heathcliff: He usually has a more laid back nature, but sometimes he gets all formal…

Shino: I am the only shining example of vassalage in the manor after all.

Heathcliff: The shining example?

Shino: Cain was stripped of his knighthood. Lennox also apparently used to have a lord, but now he serves the sheep.

Heathcliff: Lennox isn’t serving the sheep, he takes care of them…

Shino: Since they’re unable to satisfy the role to their full potential, I’m picking up the slack. I swear loyalty to you, my lord.

Heathcliff: You shouldn’t say something like “swear” so easily. Wizards can’t make promises.

Shino: Too late for that, huh?

Heathcliff: But…

Shino: Well, if Heath doesn’t wanna, that’s alright.

Heathcliff: …

Heathcliff: You don’t have to swear to me, I have faith in you. You’re always thinking of me, I’m grateful for that…

Shino: Heheh. Sheesh, c’mon, young master, you’re gettin’ worked up in front of the guests.

Heathcliff: Right…I forgot we’re supposed to be greeting visitors…

Cain: How’s it going? I’m the Central wizard, Cain. Pleased to meet ya!

Cain: This here is the Northern wizard, Owen. He’s also the guy that stole my left eye.

Owen: Greetings, visitor.

Cain: Owen tends to be quite fickle, and uses frightening language to lead people astray. I recommend erring on the side of caution around him.

Cain: However, as a Sage’s wizard, he’s still a comrade. His power is greatly needed in the fight against the Great Calamity.

Owen: Don’t give me such a boring introduction. Use words that sound like they’re oozing with blood.

Cain: Owen…

Owen: Surely you haven’t forgotten, have you? It should be embedded in the marrow of your bones.

Owen: When I ripped that eye from your skull, just how humiliated did you feel? Were you filled with dread?

Owen: Huh, you lowly dog of a knight?

Cain: I’ll take it back, someday.

Owen: Hmm, doubt it. You say things like that, and yet still…

Cain: Oh, right, I just remembered because you mentioned a dog. This guys got a pretty scary one. If you catch a glimpse of it, you’d better run.

Owen: Let me finish what I’m saying!

Cain: Well you interrupted me too, didn’t you?

Owen: So? You and I will never be on equal footing. All you can do is grovel.

Cain: Hold on a sec, you didn’t do my introduction, did you?

Owen: Fine.

Cain: Let’s hear it then.

Owen: A lying, hypocritical, useless wizard who was stripped of the glory of calling himself a knight. A man who can be neither a hero, or a loyal retainer.

Cain: That’s what he says, but I don’t think of myself like that.

Cain: I’d like you to decide for yourself who’s right once you get to know us a bit better!

Owen: Hnn. Always got a comeback for everything, don’t you?

Chloe: Hello! I’m Chloe, a wizard from the West! It’s my dream to become a tailor!

Chloe: When people talk about wizards, you probably picture someone who turns humans into animals, or casts curses…

Chloe: You may see us in a frightening light, but please rest assured, I myself would never do something like that!

Rustica: What a kind and polite greeting. I’m certain that everyone will have faith in and come to cherish you, Chloe.

Chloe: Ehehe… Thank you! Alright then, allow me to introduce you to my mentor!

Chloe: The Western wizard, Rustica. He can be a bit absentminded, but he’s also a renowned musician.

Rustica: How do you do?

Chloe: Meeting Rustica saved me! He’s a gentle, elegant, totally dependable mentor whom I’m very proud of!

Rustica: Thank you for the lovely introduction, it made me feel as if I was sparkling. Now, it’s my turn to introduce you.

Chloe: Yeah!

Rustica: It’s a pleasure to meet you, dear guests. Chloe is a wonderful wizard who’s skilled at chatting with others and full of dreams.

Rustica: Almost like magic, he uses his sewing box to create charming outfits.

Chloe: Ehehe, I am using magic though.

Rustica: “Like magic” is a sweet, wonderful phrase us wizards don’t get to use quite often.

Chloe: I know! Magic is like, lovely music…or delicious sweets!

Rustica: My beautiful bride is like magic!

Rustica: Oh? Could that be my bride over there?

Chloe: N-no, Rustica! Even though we’re just practicing our introductions right now, I said that we don’t turn people into animals!

Rustica: I’ve finally found you, my love.

Chloe: Do not transform our guests and lock them away in your birdcage!

Rustica: Amores Viesse

Rutile: Hi there, my name is Rutile, I’m a wizard from the South. Back home, I was a schoolteacher.

Rutile: Here with me is Mr. Mithra, he’s a Northern wizard.

Mithra: Hello.

Rutile: Mr. Mithra eats just about anything. As you can see, he’s quite tall and also very good at singing and dancing.

Mithra: Please don’t give me such a dull introduction. How about mentioning that I’m the strongest wizard in the world, something like that if you will.

Rutile: Isn’t Lord Oz is the strongest wizard in the world though?

Mithra: For now. Sooner or later, I’ll kill him.

Rutile: Mr. Mithra, you really shouldn’t use the word “kill” so often.

Mithra: You’re far too carefree. If you’re saying things like that, there’s no way you’d survive in the North.

Mithra: I’ll give you an example. I’m Mithra of the North. This is Rutile.

Rutile: Hi.

Mithra: If you get too close to him, I’ll kill you.

Rutile: Geez, here we go, using some extreme vocabulary again…

Mithra: It can’t be helped, it would be extraordinarily inconvenient if you died. Strong words drive away danger.

Mithra: As it is, protecting you weak Southern brothers is already very stressful.

Rutile: But if you say that you’ll kill anyone who gets close to me, no one from the North will want to be my friend.

Mithra: If you want a friend from the North, I should be sufficient. Give me your hand.

Rutile: Huh?

Mithra: You want to dance, right?

Rutile: I didn’t really mean it like that…

Rutile: But, why not!

Riquet: It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m the Central wizard, Riquet.

Riquet: As an apostle of God, it is my duty to guide the weak with the miraculous power that I’ve been granted from Heaven.

Mitile: Wow, that sounded really cool, Riquet!

Riquet: Ehehe, now I’ll introduce my good friend, Mitile. He’s a wizard from the Southern country.

Mitile: Mitile Flores, very nice to meet you! Uhh, my older brother Rutile is a wizard too!

Riquet: Mitile can read lots of words, he’s knowledgeable about medicinal herbs, and very studious. I believe he will become a magnificent wizard in the future.

Mitile: Y-you really think so? It tickles me to hear you say that, Riquet.

Riquet: Even though I didn’t touch you anywhere? Are you that ticklish?

Mitile: No not that, I’m talking about how I feel. I suppose I am pretty ticklish though… Ah! Anyways, I’ll go ahead and introduce Riquet!

Riquet: Please do. I’m really looking forward to what you have to say.

Riquet: I was a bit surprised earlier that you began by talking about Rutile, even though I was right next to you.

Mitile: Oh, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say in the spur of the moment…

Riquet: Don’t worry about it. Now hurry and talk about me a bunch.

Riquet: Please use lots of lovely, blessed words, I’d like to experience what it’s like to have my feelings tickled too.

Mitile: Ahaha, gotcha. Leave it to me.

Mitile: Umm, *cough cough*

Mitile: Introduction time! This is my best friend in the whole entire world, Riquet.

Riquet: Waa! Yippee! His best friend in the whole entire world!

Shylock: A pleasure to meet you, my name is Shylock. I run a bar in the City of Nectar in West country.

Shylock: Here you’ll find the philosopher, mathematician, astronomer, and mineralogist, Murr. The man who doomed himself by falling in love with the moon.

Shylock: Murr. Please come down from the ceiling and greet our guests.

Murr: Hiii, I’m Murr! Meow! (purring)

Murr: Was that alright, Shylock?

Shylock: Mmhmm, very nice.

Murr: Yay! I did good!

Shylock: He was a so-called genius of the era, but after violating a taboo, his soul was shattered. Now, he’s akin to a childish animal.

Murr: And I’m being educated! Right, Shylock?

Shylock: Incorrect. I couldn’t possibly educate you.

Shylock: I’m merely giving him a bit of discipline so that he doesn’t cause too much mischief.

Murr: Is that a good thing? Is it exciting? Does it get your heart pounding?

Shylock: Well, I’m not sure if it’s a good thing per se, but I suppose it can be quite electrifying sometimes.

Murr: I see! Alrighty, time for me to introduce you!

Murr: This is my pal, Shylock! He‘s friends with the genius who broke a taboo and had his soul shattered! Sometimes, he thinks disciplining him is electrifying!

Shylock: Murr.

Murr: Huh?

Shylock: Let’s start over from when you came down from the ceiling.

Murr: Gotcha!

Nero: I’m Nero…from the East. I hid my identity as a wizard and ran a restaurant.

Nero: Uh… I’m not really sure why we’re doing introductions but…

Bradley: What’re you mumblin’ about?

Nero: Shut it…

Bradley: Go on, introduce me however ya’ want.

Bradley: Don’t hold back. Worst guy, best guy ya’ ever met? What is it, Nero of the East?

Nero: ……

Nero: This is the Northern wizard Bradley. He’s a glutton that sneaks food before a meal and thoroughly enjoys fried chicken.

Bradley: What the hells with that shitty introduction?! Yer’ makin’ me sound like a spoiled kid!

Nero: What, am I wrong? He also hates vegetables.

Bradley: Why you…Ahaha! Good grief, in your eyes, I’m nothin but a little brat huh?

Nero: Haha… It’s true, though? You’re a picky eater.

Bradley: Yeah, yeah, sure. Alright, my turn.

Bradley: Standing before you is the boss of a deadly group of bandits. The Great Bradley of the North.

Bradley: An’ don’t start trembling just yet, the gates of Hell have barely opened. Here with me is none other than…

Nero: ……

Bradley: …the Eastern chef.

Nero: Hi.

Bradley: Don’t ya’ want something a bit more specific?

Nero: It’s fine, ‘Eastern chef’ is plenty.

Snow: You’re so cute~!

White: You’re the cute one! Wanna get some tea?

Snow: Let’s!

Figaro: ……

Snow: What’s wrong, Figaro? You’re looking at us twins, your precious teachers, with such disdain.

Figaro: Nothing, just my imagination. After all, you two have been incurable narcissists for the 2000 years we’ve known each other.

White: Hohoho, you misunderstood. We’re preparing for guests!

Figaro: Guests?

Snow: It’s about time that the Sage and everyone else at the manor get accustomed to it. From now on, the number of visitors is going to increase it seems.

White: To prepare, I was on the hospitality side of things and Snow played the role of guest, but we got too caught up in each other’s appearance!

Figaro: Sounded like a pickup line to me.

Snow & White: Hmmf.

Figaro: You two sure are fond of yourselves and each other, that’s for sure.

Snow: If you’re going to complain, why not pretend there’s a visitor here and introduce us.

White: Hohoho. Yes, introduce us in an easy to understand manner.

White: And we’ll introduce you too, dear Figaro.

Figaro: Got it. Just leave it to me, I’ve been told I’m the most sociable wizard around.

Figaro: Come one, come all and witness the twin masters of the North! To the left is Lord Snow, and to the right, Lord White!

Figaro: They both have an exceptional head of hair*, and if they spin around, they’ll transform into adults!

Snow & White: Noscomnia!

(Snow and White turn into their adult forms)

Figaro: Nicely done! Round of applause!

Snow: Hey, Figaro. You’ve just introduced your precious mentors as if we’re circus animals…

Figaro: Oh come on, it was funny. Now, where’s my intro?

Snow & White: The Southern wizard, Figaro. Doctor. 32 years old.

Figaro: That was a bit basic…

Snow: Huuuh? Is a basic introduction not enough for you?

White: Is it perhaps because you’re lying and concealing your real self? The truth is, he actually hails from the Northern country and is 2000 ye-

Figaro: That’s fine, that’s fine! Hi, I’m Figaro, kind Southern doctor, nice to meet you!

*TL Note: In this line Figaro uses “毛並み” (kenami) to refer to their hair. This usually refurs to an animals coat of fur, but can be used for human hair too. So I’m assuming that’s part of the reason why Snow makes a dig in his next line about the introduction sounding like they’re at a circus.

Lennox: Pleased to meet you. I'm Lennox, a wizard from the South.

Lennox: Here next to me is my master from 400 years ago, Lord Faust Lavinia.

Faust: Ahem.

Lennox: Would you like to introduce yourself?

Faust: Subordinates are unnecessary for my current occupation. If you call someone like me a "lord", you'll be misunderstood.

Lennox: You're supposed to say something about yourself... Must I introduce you as Lord Faust the curseworker?

Faust: Be my guest. No titles required.

Lennox: ......

Lennox: This is Faust, an Eastern wizard who works with curses. I know "curseworker" sounds bad, but there were circumstances that... You see, in reality...

Faust: Curseworker means curseworker, no need to sugarcoat it. I'll introduce you.

Faust: Lennox Ram, a wizard from the Southern country. He's a man of few words, however he is incredibly faithful and reliable. Whether it be in everyday life or on the battlefield.

Faust: And of course, in the pasture. He's a shepherd back home. Go on, show them your little guy.

Lennox: Oh, him? Here.

Faust: I can assure you that he's a trustworthy person, you have my guarantee. Although I suppose the word of a curseworker doesn't mean much, huh?

Lennox: Lord Faust.

Faust: What?

Lennox: Rather than introducing you only as a curseworker, could I speak of your glory days instead?

Faust: You've got the wrong person, I don't have any glory days to speak of. Besides, I'm out of time.

Lennox: Allow me to try again.

Faust: Excuse me?

Lennox: Just once more.

Faust: How tedious.

Lennox: One time.

Faust: Goodness, you're stubborn... Alright, fine. Omitting my past, you may introduce me.

Lennox: Umm, this is Faust Lavinia. He's wearing sunglasses right now, but his eyes are a brilliant purple and...

Faust: Is that really important...?

Lennox: ...and he's a kindhearted, gentle person.

Faust: Heh... I could say the same of you.

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