You’re still all welcome to send requests, but fair warning, I have enough requests in my askbox right now to constitute more than a full day’s work for a professional translator. (Not even exaggerating, I was looking into the industry yesterday. Protip: The pay sucks because losers like me are willing to translate for peanuts.) So the turn-around is going to be a few days at this point, so don’t be disappointed if it’s a little bit before your request shows up.

Now then.

Anonymous asked fe-according-to-japan if you’re still taking requests, i’d love to see the official website’s background vignette with Gregor and Nowi translated!;;

All right, this is the story linked to with “On the way, they save the girl Nono and the mercenary Gregor, who are being chased by the Church of Grima.”

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“Hey Miss, can you stand?”

Gregor stoomped over, and putting on his friendliest face, held out a hand to her.



The little girl before his eyes looked blankly at him. “Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you save me? Aren’t you a bad old man*?”

[* Lit. ojichan, a cutsy version of the word referring to an oldish adult man (ojisan).]



“Uhhh… there are two things wrong with what you just said. One, I’m not an old man, I’m Gregor. Two, I’m not bad, people just hire me with gold.”



“Gold?”

“Yeah. I’m what they call a mercenary. I work for money.”

“Have you gotten gold from bad guys?”

Upon having something like that said to him, Gregor wanted to hold his head in his hands.

“Weellll, they deferred payment. Now no coin’s going to gross my palm, and the Church of Grima’s going to hate me… Agh, for some reason remembering all this is making me depressed…”



“I don’t have any money. Why did you do it anyway?”

“Well, about that…”

Gregor gave a bitter smile.

“Money’s important. Seriously, outrageously important. But it’d be the end if it became everything to me.”



He gave a little chuckle that seemed rather self-depreciating.

“Old man…” she said, staring at him intently.



“…This conversation’s complicated and I don’t get it.”

“Say what!”*

[* Thanks to Tammi for interpreting this phrase.]



While scratching his head, Gregor said, “The point is, when you’re a bad guy the good thing is…”

“Whaaat!? You’re a bad old man after all!?”

“No no no, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m too good of a guy to be one of the bad guys. Look, have you take a goood look into these beautiful eyes?”

He gave an extraordinary smile.



“EWWWW!”

Nowi ran away at top speed.



