Mahoyaku Mainstory 2 - 6.5
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galacticnonsenseseOz looked down at his hands with a bitter gaze, but eventually nodded.
Oz: ...Yeah.
Figaro let out a sigh, smiling softly.
Figaro: If you're saying that, let's give it our best.
Oz lifted his face up, looking at Figaro.
Figaro: Even if fate never changes, perhaps we can stretch it.
The prophecy might not be fulfilled until 3000 years later.
Snow: That's a topic not so far off in the future.
Figaro raised an eyebrow at Snow, who was shaking his head.
Figaro: Please be a little more careful.
Oz is making such an expression.
We even had such strange weather yesterday.
White: Calming down and such, what's the point of it? A prophecy cannot be rewritten.
Figaro: We don't know when it comes to Oz.
Even Master Sage is willing to cooperate.
Shylock: I agree with Sir Figaro.
If we protect Prince Arthur properly, such a tragedy might not happen so easily.
Figaro: Exactly that.
We'll protect Arthur.
I've devised removing him from the front lines.
Figaro: He'll fight a little at times too of course.
I do have a few thoughts about Western country or the wizard Nova but…
Suddenly, Figaro stopped talking.
Because Faust, who was sitting beside him, grabbed his arm.
He looked at Figaro in an accusing way.
Well, more than an accusing look, it was one that carried feelings of bewilderment and frustration, as if under pressure.
As if it was a warning…
Figaro's eyes widened.
Figaro: What is it?
Faust: ……
Faust opened his mouth.
He looked around at the people in the room, as if he could say nothing.
Then, Figaro looked like he guessed what was up.
He gave him a comforting smile.
He took Faust's arm and made him stand up.
Figaro: Can we have a minute? Let's go.
Faust: Wait it's…It's better we talk here.
Figaro: It's alright.
Come on, let's go.
Shylock: A secret perhaps?
Faust: Wrong.
Figaro: Mhm.
It was a strange sight, to say the least.
Faust was always on edge around Figaro and Figaro was panicky.
Faust, who was already worried, started panicking at Figaro's compelling smile.
Both of them left the room together.
[ Hallway ]
Figaro: …We should be fine here.
Figaro: That's bad of you, Faust.
You were gonna say something, yeah?
Faust: …You were also going to say something.
Figaro: About?
Faust: About?
…About your fate.
Or perhaps, that was a lie as well?
Figaro: It's not a lie.
Faust: Then, we have more reason to…
Arthur isn't the only one whose life is in danger.
At least tell the twins or Oz…
Figaro: I have no intention of telling.
Faust: Why!?
Figaro: I don't want them to take pity on me.
Faust: …Wha….
Figaro: Once, a witch I was acquainted with told me that she would probably have a short life.
That was Rutile and Mitile's mother.
Figaro: Since then, no matter if she was smiling or looked like the happiest person ever, she looked pitiful.
Figaro: Being pitied is being condemned.
I don't want anyone to see me that way.
Especially the three of them.
Faust: …Being pitied…
That's just a form of affection.
They're people you think of as family, right?
Figaro: No.
Faust: "It's alright, we'll save Arthur."
Just as you said that, Oz and the others will say the same to you.
Faust: "It's alright, we'll save Figaro."
It's better if you get told that.
What do you not understand!?
Figaro: I can't be protected by them.
I'm probably just growing old.
My body is gradually getting weaker too.
Figaro: It's something no one can stop.
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
That time has come for me, that's all to it.
Figaro: But, I don't want anyone knowing that my life will be coming to an end.
Faust: Then, why, why did you tell me!?
Oz: ...Yeah.
Figaro let out a sigh, smiling softly.
Figaro: If you're saying that, let's give it our best.
Oz lifted his face up, looking at Figaro.
Figaro: Even if fate never changes, perhaps we can stretch it.
The prophecy might not be fulfilled until 3000 years later.
Snow: That's a topic not so far off in the future.
Figaro raised an eyebrow at Snow, who was shaking his head.
Figaro: Please be a little more careful.
Oz is making such an expression.
We even had such strange weather yesterday.
White: Calming down and such, what's the point of it? A prophecy cannot be rewritten.
Figaro: We don't know when it comes to Oz.
Even Master Sage is willing to cooperate.
Shylock: I agree with Sir Figaro.
If we protect Prince Arthur properly, such a tragedy might not happen so easily.
Figaro: Exactly that.
We'll protect Arthur.
I've devised removing him from the front lines.
Figaro: He'll fight a little at times too of course.
I do have a few thoughts about Western country or the wizard Nova but…
Suddenly, Figaro stopped talking.
Because Faust, who was sitting beside him, grabbed his arm.
He looked at Figaro in an accusing way.
Well, more than an accusing look, it was one that carried feelings of bewilderment and frustration, as if under pressure.
As if it was a warning…
Figaro's eyes widened.
Figaro: What is it?
Faust: ……
Faust opened his mouth.
He looked around at the people in the room, as if he could say nothing.
Then, Figaro looked like he guessed what was up.
He gave him a comforting smile.
He took Faust's arm and made him stand up.
Figaro: Can we have a minute? Let's go.
Faust: Wait it's…It's better we talk here.
Figaro: It's alright.
Come on, let's go.
Shylock: A secret perhaps?
Faust: Wrong.
Figaro: Mhm.
It was a strange sight, to say the least.
Faust was always on edge around Figaro and Figaro was panicky.
Faust, who was already worried, started panicking at Figaro's compelling smile.
Both of them left the room together.
[ Hallway ]
Figaro: …We should be fine here.
Figaro: That's bad of you, Faust.
You were gonna say something, yeah?
Faust: …You were also going to say something.
Figaro: About?
Faust: About?
…About your fate.
Or perhaps, that was a lie as well?
Figaro: It's not a lie.
Faust: Then, we have more reason to…
Arthur isn't the only one whose life is in danger.
At least tell the twins or Oz…
Figaro: I have no intention of telling.
Faust: Why!?
Figaro: I don't want them to take pity on me.
Faust: …Wha….
Figaro: Once, a witch I was acquainted with told me that she would probably have a short life.
That was Rutile and Mitile's mother.
Figaro: Since then, no matter if she was smiling or looked like the happiest person ever, she looked pitiful.
Figaro: Being pitied is being condemned.
I don't want anyone to see me that way.
Especially the three of them.
Faust: …Being pitied…
That's just a form of affection.
They're people you think of as family, right?
Figaro: No.
Faust: "It's alright, we'll save Arthur."
Just as you said that, Oz and the others will say the same to you.
Faust: "It's alright, we'll save Figaro."
It's better if you get told that.
What do you not understand!?
Figaro: I can't be protected by them.
I'm probably just growing old.
My body is gradually getting weaker too.
Figaro: It's something no one can stop.
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
That time has come for me, that's all to it.
Figaro: But, I don't want anyone knowing that my life will be coming to an end.
Faust: Then, why, why did you tell me!?
