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Prologue. The extended break that countless high schoolers longed for.

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Summer vacations.

The extended break that countless high schoolers longed for.

For this month and a half, some went out to play and have fun, others engaged in sports, still others toiled with sweat and devoted their passions to work, love, supplementary lessons, or doujinshi conventions.

But now, to Kusanagi Godou, his summer vacation was synonymous with disaster.

"—Hoho. Did you hear that, Godou? You'll be traveling together with me for the summer vacation. This is a foregone decision and your highest priority, so you'd better accept it... I won't take no for an answer."

The blond-haired girl dressed in red had already declared this half a month ago.

The smile floating on her face was so magnificent, and yet so evil.

To his knowledge, Godou did not know another girl apart from Erica Blandelli who could smile this way. Possessing outstanding beauty and intelligence, crafty ingenuity, and genius talent in swords and magic, plus total confidence in these areas — a noble smile that concentrated all these qualities together.

Godou was a healthy sixteen-year-old high school student.

To be asked to travel together with such a beautiful girl as Erica, he was very happy, no doubt about it.

Very happy, but there was a catch.

He definitely could not agree with her wishes as promptly as this. If he did, it would end up being a progression of travel—wedding—pregnancy—child-rearing, and by the latter half of his twenties, the majority of his life would be semi-automatically decided just like that—something as scary as that could happen.

“Young man, what you are trying to say is that, the reason you are not willing to accept Erica’s proposal is because... like a lover you have known for six years, to have someone who shares the same personality and preferences as your girlfriend, to share a warm and fuzzy relationship, it makes you feel assured and comfortable, yet lacks a certain excitement.”

Godou naturally recalled the words of the older friend who lived in that oh so nostalgic Sardinia.

“Then one fine day that girlfriend says ‘hey, we have been together for quite a while now. How about we go and visit your parents next time.’ At that time, that boy thought ‘Even if you say that, I still want to remain a free man, even if it is for a while longer,’ and such. Thus he uses an ‘ok, maybe next time’ excuse as an answer. Just like how you are now.”

“I have not even known Erica for six months, your analogy is completely off!”

“Ah ha ha, doesn’t that make the analogy even better? A milestone that usually happens after at least five years into a relationship has already occurred in the short time that you two have known each other. It's natural for you to get cold feet.”

Even though Godou did not agree with such a tactless description, deep in his heart he concurred completely.

Thinking carefully, he did not have any reason to reject Erica.

Even without mentioning her beauty and ability, there existed a wonderful sense of unspoken understanding between the two of them.

Other than a massive difference in values, there was no other critical flaw. Most importantly there were her displays of affection—passionately, verbally, through her attitudes and behaviors.

(...Even if it was just a verbal marriage proposal, from that moment onwards, my life would have been deemed a [called game][1]! Even a playoff would be impossible.)

However, there was one point on which Godou was certain.

Erica Blandelli's decisiveness, planning ability and initiative were second to none.

If she put her mind to it, even the impossible could become possible in most cases. On the same note, she could even make Godou think that a marriage might not be so bad after all, that was the kind of attraction she held.

Thus, Godou felt that he must never ever lower his guard and resist with all his might when he is around her.

So for this summer, he believed that he should be fine if he stayed out of her clutches.

With all that in mind, Godou's final conclusion was to flee.

He could never win in physical strength, much less in terms of wit and resourcefulness. The best self-defense strategy was to not go directly against Erica, so what about the escape routes and potential hiding places?

In order to make sure there were enough funds to escape, he had no choice but to get himself hired by familiar acquaintances for jobs every day.

At the same time, escape plans must be made.

But where to escape to? It would be best if it was a place where she couldn't do as she pleased.

Did such a place even exist on earth...

As summer vacation drew near, Godou became more and more lost in this thought.

"Then, Godou-san... The thing you said before, what happened next?"

With only one week left till vacation, Godou was questioned about this.


It was after class at the upperclassmen block of Jounan Academy.

In an empty classroom corner, the one he was facing was Mariya Yuri, the school idol renowned for her beauty, charm and delicacy.

...Thinking back carefully, it was difficult to believe he once did such a daring thing to this lady.

Godou tried desperately to act normal. If he became too aware of the past, he would be too embarrassed to look her in the face.

"Haha, the thing about running away from Erica? Aye, even though I have made all sorts of preparations, there is still no place for me to escape to. To be honest, it's really troubling."

"Is that so..."

Yuri nodded and muttered beside him.

Somehow, it felt like she was deliberately avoiding looking Godou straight in the face.

As expected, that incident has become a burden for her.

The Hime-Miko of Musashino — the sacred miko responsible for protecting the Kanto region with their spirit powers.

Amongst them, Yuri possessed outstanding powers of spirit vision. But due to circumstance, to think that she did that with Godou... How he wished he could find a hole to hide in.

“About, about that Mariya-san, how should I say this, that—”

“G-Godou-san, that thing, erm, about that thing—”

Speaking together coincidentally at the same time just made the situation more awkward to both parties.

"...If you have something to say, don’t mind me and please go ahead."

"No, no, there is no such thing. You should speak first, Godou-san."

While they continued to allow each other to talk first, their faces inevitably met.

At that moment, Godou realized that his face was as red as an apple. Yuri was no different, turning red due to embarrassment.

...Erica Blandelli, he had never met anyone who understands him more than her.

Having played baseball for so long, Godou had partnered as a catcher with many people before.

But nobody had ever been 'as one' with him as her, one of the opposite sex.

Having only known each other for just four months, they understood each other on a heart to heart level, whereby with just a single glance, they were able to communicate what the other was thinking perfectly.

But now, the girl in front of him, Mariya Yuri, was equally in tune.

The way this girl spoke, thought and acted under numerous circumstances, matched him to an uncanny degree.

Even for someone who admitted he was not skilled in handling girls, Godou clearly noticed recently.

Being with Yuri was never unpleasant.

Godou could spend a day with her without saying anything, and he still would not feel uncomfortable around her.

Even without explanation, Godou could understand. Her harsh and severe words were an expression of her concern. Mariya Yuri was the kindest and most gentle person that Kusanagi Godou knew. Thus he believed that he would receive retribution if he did not express his gratitude to her.

"Umm... Sorry Mariya. I've... always caused you so much trouble."

"W-What are you saying? Not once have I felt that you have caused me trouble, so you should stop blaming yourself. Pull yourself together."

Said a red-faced Yuri, making Godou unable to do anything but laugh awkwardly.

She had most likely said this to help him get his act together, guess like he had no choice but to accept it.

“Haha, I got it. I will work hard... what was it that Mariya wanted to say just now again?”

“Ah, right... About that, Godou-san, about your earlier problem of finding a place to hide... If you do not mind, how about leaving it to me?”

Being suddenly told about this, Godou was shocked and could only stare at the embarrassed Yuri.

The Hime-Miko—a true 'hime'[2], having a pitiable yet elegant stature, abruptly brought up such a thing.

“Actually, it was Amakasu-san from the History Compilation Committee who will be preparing it for you. He seemed to sincerely wish to help Godou-san...”

The History Compilation Committee.

The organization whose goal was to hide from the general public all sorts of bizarre incidents—magic, spells, supernatural phenomena, gods, and other supernatural existences.

When he heard the name of the History Compilation Committee member, Godou couldn’t help but think.

Can I trust such an organization which I haven’t even got the slightest clue of? Can I count on them?

“Of course, when we reach there I would act as your tour guide. So even if you are on a foreign land, you will not feel any inconveniences. I will take good care of you—you better not take this wrongly, this is a request from the committee, it cannot be helped...”

“Oh, even though it is great, but this time, I think I will pass.”

“This is definitely not because I want to go on a trip with you that I requested for this—eh? This time? Pass...?”

Seeing Yuri in shock, Godou replied.

“Ah, even though you have done so much for me, but sorry, I have to say no this time.”

“H-How can this be! But Godou-san, didn’t you seem like you were in so much trouble just now!?”

Though Godou was grateful for her honest offer, he still had to reject her.

“No, though I asked for your help, I don't think I can accept the assistance of civil servants for a matter like this. That is what I think, I am very sorry.”

If it had been Yuri’s personal offer, he would have gratefully accepted. But if the name of such an unknown and suspicious organization was involved, it would be best to think twice before agreeing.


Campione. The name of a devil king who had usurped a god’s authorities. A warrior both human and superhuman.

Regrettably, Godou now belonged amongst the ranks of these existences beyond common reasoning. If he sought help from others, he must think carefully and be wary of them. No matter how much Kusanagi Godou hated it, he was now the [King] who possessed great influence over the world of magic and wizardry.

For example, Erica was a mage from the magic association Copper Black Cross.

Godou would obediently accept her assistance — as well as the association behind her. This was mostly because the leader of the organization, Erica's uncle, was a well-known man.

The noble knight of knights. The red and black living legend.

The only person that Erica, the beauty with her overweening pride, respected and looked up to.

Godou only met him once, but once was more than enough for Godou to foster the same respect for him. If anyone in this world fully embodied the ideals of chivalry, it had to be him.

The strong sense of feeling when they shook hands to bid farewell was still vivid in Godou's mind.

“...Godou-san, you look happy for some reason.”

Yuri spoke suddenly.

With suspicious eyes, she stared at Godou with a tinge of resentment for some reason.

“Looking into the distance, as if remembering someone you really missed very much—”

“Ah, sorry, I suddenly remembered an old acquaintance.”

Responding without thought, Godou was thinking of one point.

If he, Paolo Blandelli, knew that Erica was trying to seduce Godou, he might just come up with a plan to educate that niece of his into a proper lady.

But Godou did not know how to contact him personally.

No, wait a minute, didn't he have a friend who knew these things...!

Godou couldn’t help but get excited.

Even if the chances were slim, it was still worth a try, all prospects must be explored!

“I suddenly thought of urgent matters to attend to so I will be leaving first. Anyway, thanks for everything.”

“Ah, Godou-san!? Just who did you recall, I wish to know—”

In order to reach home quickly, Godou started to run.

What was it that Yuri tried to say to me just now? I guess I will just ask her again the next time we meet.


Two nights later, Godou was checking for the answer he had waited so eagerly for.

Firing up his mother’s old notebook computer to open his email, the long awaited reply finally came.

The sender’s name was Zola. The name of the mage Godou had come to know when he was at Sardinia.

“How is it?... I hope it is a good reply!”

Godou continued to pray as he opened the email.

'It's been a while, young man. I have been hearing a lot about your many deeds. Your name as a devil king sure is spreading far and wide. It makes me proud to know I played a part in your birth.'

Written in Japanese with full mastery of kanji, she opened with such an outrageous greeting.

'Next, about your request on how to contact Paolo Blandelli personally, I’m sorry but I do not know. After all, he is the leader of a famous group and the highest ranked Templar Knight. On the other hand, I'm just an old mage in the countryside. How could I possibly know personal channels of communication?'

At this point, Godou started to feel dejected, but continued to read on.

'But, I understand your dilemma and am not so cold-hearted as to just ignore it. Thus, this summer I welcome you to my humble abode here in Sardinia. After all, for a mage of Erica Blandelli's level, she would find you almost immediately no matter where you hide if she was to become serious. The only way to escape from her is with the help of an excellent mage, and I am willing to help you on this part.'

Right, it was just as she had said, this was the problem troubling Godou, and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

'As for plane tickets and the like, just leave everything to me. You're welcome. Consider it compensation for bringing you into this kind of trouble, into this world of cause and effect. I look forward to seeing you after our last meeting a few months ago.'

Signing off her email with 'Your Friend.'

"...How superficial of me. I thought she was just a meddlesome and hopeless fellow, but I never expected her to be so considerate."

Like watching a delinquent feed a stray cat — Godou felt touched as if witnessing such a scene. He felt ashamed of his ignorance.

Friends are still the best! He felt deeply moved and thanked her from the heart.


—Everything that happened after that went smoothly.

Informing his grandfather and mother he was going on vacation alone, he made a deal with his grandfather to keep things secret, and discreetly made preparations without his sister Shizuka knowing, finally confirming the duration of his stay in Sardinia.

Then, in latter half of July, it was the day before the closing ceremony.

In contrast to Erica who was recently in a happy mood, Godou had been agreeing to the 'pre-marital trip' in a displeased and uncaring manner.

His heart burned with fighting spirit as if playing a role in a reversal drama, but he did not show any outward signs.

The plan was set in motion, calmly and silently.

This was the path to victory. Even if it was against his nature to harbor secrets, it was all needed for such a situation.


...That day, after school, Yuri said to Godou:

“Godou-san, I have something to say to you, could you come with me for a while.”

Facing the sudden cold words from Yuri while following her to a deserted corner of the school, Godou felt a sense of unknown nervousness. As if something inauspicious was about to happen, he had a bad feeling.

“...I will ask directly, Godou-san, are you going anywhere this summer?”

Godou could not tell if Mariya Yuri didn't know how the world worked or just couldn’t read the mood.

Even though she was very smart and thought things through deeply, she was just a sheltered high class lady.

Thus she was unable to read the atmosphere. But likely due to her strong natural instincts, which were sometimes very sharp, she was still able to guess at situations without doing anything beforehand.

It was the same this time.

“...If so, where are you going?”

“Even if you ask me, it is a secret, is that ok?”

Yuri was speaking as a result of sensing rather than reasoning.

There was no point in acting ignorant in front of her, Godou lowered his head as a gesture of pleading.

Even his family members didn’t know where he was going... Thinking back, the grandfather and mother who allowed him to secretly plan this trip, were really quite awesome in a certain sense.

“Of course it is not ok! Without me around... No, without anyone else around, what indecent acts are you planning to do!? If you do not tell me the details, I will not let you go!”

Her words carried a sense of family greater than even his own.

Yuri’s facial expression suddenly changed; she realized she had uttered rather strange concerns.

“S-So it is like this, even though I have never thought it would really happen, it is like this right...? Like going on vacation with just that woman whom you are slightly closer to... Are you planning that and making it happen?”

Why does she have such a thought? Godou was puzzled by this.

“W-Who do you mean by a girl I am closer to?”

“L-Local wife, isn’t there such a saying? Forming an impure and obscene m-male and female relationship like a short term contract... I was really wrong about you!”

Her accusations could not be understood, but it was clear that she was vehemently denouncing something.

Why a local wife? Wasn't that kind of expression out of fashion a long time ago?

'—Hoho, Kusanagi-san suddenly recalling a close friend from far away, then confirming his escape route, Yuri-san can feel that right... So, Yuri-san, this could be troubling. Have you heard of the term local wife? What, you don’t? It is also a form of relationship between lovers—'

Someone was talking to her behind his back, but of course, Godou had no idea.

What’s more, this person was also adding fuel to the fire.

'Hoho, Yuri-san must be thinking that Kusanagi-san could not have such a relationship as he is only in high school right? But you must not forget that he is no ordinary high school student, he is a king. One of the seven who are the incarnations of demons and rakshasa[3], the king of the magi. Having the courage to undertake such an affair is not impossible—'

'Ah, there is always a counter measure. It is easy and effective... Yuri-san just has to go along. Go on the trip as a pair and monitor his actions.'

She had been fed all these unnecessary ideas, but Godou could not have known.

Due to all this, Godou can’t help but feel perplexed at Yuri’s vivid imagination.

“No, please think rationally, such things are out of the ordinary right?”

“Then allow me to ask you, is there an acquaintance there at the place you are going?”

“Well, sort of, yes.”

“Then, is this acquaintance of yours male or female?”

“Umm, female...”

“What kind of a person is she? Is she a beautiful lady?”

“Umm, that's a difficult question to answer... Can I not answer it?”

Answering the continuous string of questions.

After listening to Godou’s answers, Yuri cried out,

“Too impure, Godou-san! I actually believed in you! I actually wanted to believe in you!”

“Eh? Umm, Mariya-san? If you think about it with common sense…….”

“It really is true! Hiding from me and Erica-san to have such an indecent relationship with another woman... You are too low!”

Being judged like this, Godou was deeply troubled.

To think the girl he originally asked for help would have such a peculiar misunderstanding.

If it is not clarified quickly, it could escalate dangerously. Though he didn't have a way with words, Godou needed to get through this somehow or another.

“According to Amakasu-san, if a boy tries to slide pass such a topic, it definitely means that there is something unacceptable going on!”

“Just what did that guy teach you?!”

History Compilation Committee member, Amakasu Touma.

Despite his relaxed and unfettered demeanor, Godou had always believed he was a person weird to the bone. But to think that he had done such a troublesome thing, just how is he supposed to correct the problem now?

“Mariya, please think calmly. Why are you imagining this? I really do not understand, just what kind of a person do you think I am?”

“A devil who tricks women! A sexual predator! Definitely not a normal human!”

Her tone became extremely emotional, and Yuri spoke without thought.

Just like a young child throwing a temper tantrum, Godou was greatly surprised to see this kind of side to her.

"Because even to this date, have you not done all sorts of ridiculous things!?"

"Umm, though that's not incorrect, I don't think I've done anything similar to harboring a mistress somewhere! And never will, I will never do something like that!"

Against Yuri in her current state, reasoning was useless, so Godou had no choice but to declare in such a strong manner.

By the way, if this dialogue was overheard, the listener would probably mistake it for an argument between couples.

How did it come to this? Godou couldn't help cursing his misfortune.

"If you say so... Please present the evidence."

Yuri whispered softly as she lowered her head. Godou instantly went "eh?"

"Take me along with you! Let me stay by your side, then you will prove your innocence! If you are truly innocent, then you can do that, right?"

"—What!?"

And then the closing ceremony was here.

It was the last day of the school term, but Godou did not attend school.

Early in the morning, just past six, he had finished all the preparations needed for the trip. He left his house and made his way to the bus stop.

The reason Godou didn’t go to school today was because he felt worried by the fact that there was a chance that Erica might just kidnap him and hold him captive. This would ruin the entire plan and all prior effort would be for naught.

Yesterday, it took him great effort just to calm the angry and teary Yuri who was throwing a tantrum.

Facing the Yuri who was trying very hard not to show her emotions but whose eyes were clearly red from crying, he was defeated in the end. Remembering this made Godou’s heart sink.

...Taking the subway, he reached Ueno station.

There at the central ticketing gate, somebody was waiting.

“G-Good morning. Umm... I will be in your care.”

Most likely embarrassed about her outburst yesterday, her face was all red.

Facing Yuri whose face was as red as an apple, Godou nodded his head.

Carrying a huge suitcase, Yuri was wearing casual clothing for the first time in Godou's memory. She was wearing a white short-sleeved dress and a large hat, most likely to shelter herself from the summer sun. This set of clothes, with her white complexion, seemed to suit her perfectly.

Compared to her usual attire of the school uniform or the miko outfit, this was a refreshing, new look. It made Godou’s heart skip a beat.

Remembering that he was about to go on a vacation with this beautiful lady, Godou’s heart began to beat faster.

...Isn’t this just like eloping?

“Th-Then, shall we go?”

“Y-Yes.”

Godou and Yuri began to walk together.

For some reason, it really felt like an elopement, thinking about this made Godou deliberately look ahead, unable to look Yuri in the face. But she should feel the same way right?

Just like that, they entered the ticketing gate without saying anything to each other. In order to take the tram to Narita airport, they made their way to the main hall.

...After that, nothing special happened. Yuri finished her check in.

It turned out that Yuri and Godou were on the same flight and were even seated beside each other.

Of course, it was thanks to the secret efforts of the History Compilation Committee.

The Committee's efforts also enabled Yuri to obtain immediate permission from the Mariya household...

Most probably, the one active behind the scenes was the familiar History Compilation Committee member — imagining Amakasu Touma secretly laughing to himself, Godou couldn’t help but sigh.

Putting so much effort into this, just what was he thinking?

As for his old friend in Sardinia, Godou sent an email stating that 'another person will be coming.' There was an immediate reply of 'very interesting, no problem.'

The other side was also fooling around.

Thinking he was getting trapped into a weird situation, Godou started to feel depressed, when Yuri suddenly said:

“Erm, Godou-san, about the person who would be looking after us... Just what kind of person is she? If it is possible, can you tell me about her?

Most likely unable to bear the silence, she suddenly came up with this question.

“She is a mage. On further thought, she is definitely one of the main culprits who gave me this body.”

Seeking entertainment that day, her proposal lit the fuse which led to Godou having a decisive battle against a god.

Of course, there was the accumulation of various chance factors that finally led to the current result—

“...So it is like this. The person, whom Godou-san is depending on, is surely a beautiful woman.”

“Umm, Mariya, you clearly have not met her yet. It is not right to have such preconceptions.”

“But I must be right? Looking at Godou-san’s face, I am sure. It is definitely true.”

I really hope you do not apply your prescient abilities at this moment.

Facing the miko whose perceptions surpassed human wisdom, Godou shook his head.

“No, even though she is female, I never harbored those kinds of thoughts towards her. She is from the same generation as my grandfather—an old person. This is the truth!”

But despite Godou's frantic denials, Yuri only stared coldly.

“Even though what you say does not feel like a lie, but it is not the whole truth right?”

“It will take a long time to explain. Definitely not something which can be explained immediately!”

“About that point, you need not worry. Luckily, time is of abundance here. From here to Italy will take about half a day. So, no matter how long you plan to explain, I will listen to you seriously.”

Finally reaching the Keisei Ueno station, they boarded the express train and secured their seats.

After reaching Narita, they made their way to the airport. Having boarded their plane bound for Europe, they would need to endure the twelve-hour flight—it was just as Yuri had said, there was plenty of time.

Just like that, together with Yuri who seemed to be in a good mood, they began to spend the long flight together.

Since it was like that, he might as well explain everything from the start, so as to prove his innocence.

“Fine, I understand. I shall start from the very beginning. I am not used to telling this type of story so please forgive me for anything that you don’t understand.”

“...From the beginning, you mean right from the start of everything?”

“Ah, yes. We must trace back to the spring break after my middle school graduation.”

Kusanagi Godou back then was in a transition state, neither in middle school nor high school.

As it was not yet the first of May, he was still fifteen years old.

And a completely normal human who could not possibly battle a god or usurp their authority.

The few days which drastically changed the life he knew forever.

The few days where he met Erica Blandelli and many other different people, building up friendships and having battles. All of these felt so nostalgic now, the story of the beginning.

And so, Godou slowly began to tell his story.

 

[edit]Chapter 1 - Light from the East

[edit]Part 1

A certain night in the latter half of March, in the Nezu area of Bunkyo ward in Tokyo.

In the living room of the Kusanagi home, two old men were enjoying alcohol.

Godou was also there, sitting at a corner. But he was there only to pour the liquor, moving back and forth to deliver the bottles of warmed sake.

...With one whiff, he was able to tell if the sake was warmed to the right temperature.

Actually, this was one of Godou’s skills. But to have such a skill at an age of fifteen, it doesn’t feel right at all. But still, it was a skill that was trained by his grandfather from a young age.

“—So, why do you suddenly want to go to Italy?”

The one who asked this was grandfather’s old friend, Takamatsu-sensei.

He was from the same generation as grandfather, a professor at a private university within Tokyo who taught western history. It was also because of this, both Godou and his sister Shizuka called him 'sensei.'

“Eh? I am only going there to meet an old friend.”

The one who answered was the one who was leaving for Italy in just two days' time, Kusanagi Ichirou.

Even though he was a person who liked to travel, he had rarely left the country recently. However, during this spring, he suddenly said that he wanted to go to Italy.

And also due to that, Takamatsu-sensei specially came to see him off with bottles of alcohol.

...Grandfather also used to be a professor in folkloristics, but was already retired. Now, he passed his days leisurely. Too leisurely, sometimes. Godou really wanted to tell him off.

Even though he really wanted to thank him for doing all the household chores.

But to instill in his grandson knowledge about alcohol's taste, aroma and even origins, to be popular among all the women who frequented the shopping district (both old and young), and to frequently meet older women (which Godou believed to be beauties in the past) on the street, seeming to know many of them, Godou felt like there was definitely a problem.

“...That old friend you mentioned is a woman right?”

Takamatsu-sensei, grandfather’s old friend, said with some disgust.

As a side note, this person would always say something like “you look so similar to Ichirou...” whenever he saw Godou's face. Come on, inherited DNA is bound to cause facial similarity, so please do not have these weird concerns.

“Ah, now that you brought it up, you know her too. Yes, do you remember? Lucretia Zola the Italian foreign student back when we were in university?”

“Oh, that woman. Hey, don’t tell me you have kept in contact with her all this time?”

“No. It only started recently. I sent a letter to her Italian home address she gave me before, and a reply came back. That thing she left behind in Japan forty years ago eventually came into my possession. If possible, I would like to return it to her personally.”

“Wait a minute! Didn’t you promise Chiyo you would never see that woman again? Did you forget already?”

The conversation was getting out of hand.

Chiyo was the name of Godou’s grandmother who passed away a few years back.

Back in the old days, grandfather was a handsome man. He possessed the gift of conversation to skillfully win people’s hearts, perfect diplomacy, and outstanding observational skills. In other words, he was very popular with women.

And he never refused anyone.

Due to grandfather being like this, grandmother sure had it tough.

“Promise... Wasn’t it that I will not see her off at the airport?”

“It’s not that! I’m sure you remember, you’re just playing dumb. What’s more, you're not obliged to go personally, all you need is to send it over by air mail.”

Towards grandfather who was acting like he didn't know, Takamatsu-sensei pointed out the situation.

“It looks like something precious. Wouldn’t it be troublesome if it is damaged on the way there? And I also wanted to visit Italy once and have a nice chat with Lucretia Zola whom I have not met for such a long time.”

“Ichirou, do you even know how to speak Italian?”

“No, not even a word. But things will work out somehow, so it will be fine.”

If this was said by any ordinary old person, he would either be a very relaxed person, or is suffering from dementia.

But it was not the case for grandfather. When Kusanagi Ichirou was still an active folkloristics scholar, he was like a celebrity in field research. Specializing in studying different traditional arts and cultures, he would often go to various countries to investigate.

The places he went to investigate would sometimes be isolated village communities.

He was able to integrate himself into their community quickly, build good relationships with the villagers and even acquire a few village secrets which are usually not told to outsiders. What’s more, most of these villages are situated in Southeast Asia, China, India and other foreign countries. He was able to easily overcome language barriers that would usually stop other people.

It could be said to be at a superhuman level.

“A precious item... Just what did that woman leave here in Japan?”

“About that, remember the group of buddies during university that would usually go on trips together? At that time, there was a certain incident concerning about a curse from a guardian god and if I remember correctly, twenty died and it caused a great commotion.”

“Curse!?”

Hearing such an unbelievable story, Godou shouted out unknowingly.

Stealing a glance at his grandson, Ichirou smiled and said.

“Yes, it was a story I heard during my time at the research institute. A group of good friends went to Noto for a vacation. At that time, many, many things happened.”

“I remember that it caused quite the uproar... That witch seemed to have hidden herself somewhere and did weird things.”

“W-Witch?”

From Takamatsu-sensei’s mouth came an extraordinary phrase, Godou was even more shocked.

A curse followed by a witch, just what happened back then?

“...It is the woman that Ichirou is going to meet, foreign student from Italy nicknamed 'witch.' A girl with a strange presence, I do not know when it started, but people started to call her by this nickname.”

“However, she always smiled and answered ‘Yes, I am a witch’.”

With all this said, Takamatsu-sensei started to look a little upset, while grandfather was still very happy.

Most likely reminiscing old happenings, he closed his eyes and continued:

“She was a very interesting woman. She got along well with cats and birds, was able to find lost things immediately, and predicted the next day’s weather with greater accuracy than even the weather forecast... Oh, and she was very fluent in Japanese—Basically on the same level as locals such as us.”

This woman, together with the younger Ichirou and Takamatsu-sensei, had gone on a hot spring trip.

During their visit to a hot spring inn at a remote village, strange things had happened.

“There were lots of people dying from heart attacks, over a span of merely half a month, with roughly twenty victims. There was neither an epidemic nor a murder incident so rumors spread that it was retribution brought about by a local earth god's curse.”

“Curse... If it were a detective story, then there must be some sort of shocking trick right?”

Godou did not dislike the detective story genre, but his grandfather simply shook his head and laughed wryly.

“Too bad, there was no trick revealed. It was just by luck that we were there on our trip. We were all in a great panic. The only calm person was Lucretia Zola. She went out that night, only coming back in the morning exhausted. When she returned, she made a 'prophecy,' that from that day onwards, nobody would die like that again. Everything was resolved.”

Such an unbelievable story. It all seemed like a lie.

But the grandfather did not appear to be joking. Takamatsu-sensei also had a serious face.

“Seems like an amazing person... By the way, why did she come here to study?”

His interest piqued, Godou could not help inquiring further.

“It was to study Japan’s ancient legends—especially legends about Yamato Takeru[4]. Actually, she was more knowledgeable about such myths and stories on legendary swords than us. Before coming to Japan, she had been researching the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table at a London university.”

“This doesn't make sense, why would she deliberately leave a university in London to come to Japan?”

“Who knows, if you asked Lucretia Zola personally, all she did was smile and say she had her reasons.”

“That means many things happened between grandfather and this woman.”

Back when grandfather was a graduate student, he was only engaged to grandmother and they had not married yet. That grandmother subsequently forbid grandfather to see Lucretia Zola-san, which is why Takamatsu-sensei was now showing such a pained expression.

With this, Godou finally understood the whole story.

“Many things? Please do not speak so ill of me. We were just friends with mutual respect who just happened to have opposite genders. Chiyo and Takamatsu really shouldn't have had such strange misunderstandings.”

Such an honest sounding answer, it definitely cannot be trusted. Godou let out a sigh.

...Recalling the deceased grandmother's oft repeated words:

'Godou, you must never become like your grandfather. Though he is an amazing person, he had a fatal flaw from the very beginning... Ever since you were very young, Grandma has always worried about you since you resemble your grandfather so much. Even though he usually seems like a decent man, he is noted to do things lacking in common sense sometimes... Oh dear, I am so worried.'

How could she say such things to Godou who had not matured yet?

The cause of grandmother's worries, was the womanizing husband who stayed with her throughout all these years, and definitely not Godou’s own actions. Godou thought to himself as he stared straight into his grandfather's eyes and spoke.

“Hey, grandpa, before I talk about other problems, isn’t this a promise you have made with grandma? Why not just give it up. Please cancel the trip to Italy.”

“That, I cannot do. Even if it is very unfair to Chiyo, a promise with an old friend is also very important. I’ve already promised her that I will personally bring the item to her.”

A promise to a friend.

If that was the case, Godou had no rebuttal.

Despite being such a Casanova, grandfather had never betrayed the trust of his family. This too was one of the reasons why his male friends admired him. Whether male or female, Kusanagi Ichirou will never act unjustly towards a friend. The moment he hears that a friend requires aid, he will immediately rush over to help, even if it is outside of Japan. He possessed a chivalrous heart.

A person who valued relationships above all else.

Godou respected and admired this aspect of his grandfather's character, and wished to become such a person himself as well if possible.

“...That woman's possession, what is it? You just described it as something precious.”

“About that, in the village where the curse incident happened, didn’t she leave something behind?...That night, Lucretia Zola had visited a shrine which was burned down by disrespectful locals, presented this item as an offering. After that, the curse stopped... Perhaps the curse and the witch are real after all?”

Facing Takamatsu-sensei’s inquiry, grandfather left his seat and quickly came back.

Carrying a flat object wrapped in a purple cloth.

And then he placed it on the table and unwrapped it.

A B5 sized stone tablet, on it was a childish drawing. It should be a picture of a man with both his hands and feet locked up, distributed on the edges of this drawing were drawings of a bird with its wings spread out, the sun, moon and stars.

The tablet was well-worn in appearance and even had signs of being burnt.

“...A lithograph, could this be very ancient?”

Godou gave his honest opinion.

A carving left behind by primitive peoples of some place. If that's the case, it made sense.

"Probably not. For it to be an artifact unearthed from some archaeological site, its condition is too good... Though you can't rule out the possibility it is the work of some avant-garde artist."

Looking at the stone tablet with interest, grandfather answered.

“Ichirou, how did this thing come into your possession?”

“Actually that village was vacated more than ten years ago. The person who managed the shrine was troubled over how to handle the stone tablet. They had no idea how to locate the owner but was able to recall the face of one of the accompanying students, and that student turned out to be me. Through various twists and turns, they were finally able to get in touch with me.”

“After that, grandpa decided to go meet that person.”

This perfect coincidence made Godou's heart stir with feeling.

As a scholar in folkloristics, Kusanagi Ichirou had publications, thus his name was recorded in the university where he worked at the time. By getting in touch with the university, they were able to find grandfather's contact information. If grandfather had been an ordinary person in an unassuming occupation, most likely they would not have found him.

In fact, it took a lot for them to find each other again.

Godou could understand the feelings of grandfather who wished to return the stone tablet to the original owner.

However, he could not let him break the promise with grandmother like that.

After some consideration, Godou made his decision, the tablet will be delivered some other way.

"OK, I get it — I will take this stone tablet to Italy. This way, grandfather can keep his promise properly."

Seeing Godou make such a proposal, his grandfather showed great interest in his eyes, while Takamatsu-sensei looked very worried.

"Godou, are you serious? Do you know any Italian?"

"Nope, none at all. But things will work out somehow, no problem."

Godou already had several experiences of being taken overseas by grandfather.

The places visited were mostly Southeast Asian countries like Vietnam or Thailand. Getting separated from grandfather then meeting up several days later had also happened. Every time it occurred, Godou had to spend over half a day alone with no money and the difficulties of a language barrier. In severe cases, he had to wait for several days.

Having experienced such situations numerous times, Godou actually became used to it.

Language barriers could be handled by body language. This proved to work surprisingly well for communicating even though complicated meanings could not be expressed, but it brought him close to others.

Other Japanese would probably freeze if they met a foreigner in the streets and had to converse in English. In such situations, Godou would appropriately make use of however much English he knew to establish a fragmented dialogue.

...By the way, the younger sister Shizuka had also gone travelling overseas with grandfather a few times.

But she never met the things that happened to her brother, making Godou suspect if his grandfather deliberately set him up to train his grandson.

"Hoho, Godou wants to go in my stead... Can I really entrust this to you with confidence?"

A teasing smile appeared on the grandfather's face.

"That's right, a man keeps his word. It's currently spring break, so I'm bored to death anyway."

"The place Lucretia resides, though considered Italy, is actually an island in the Mediterranean—Sardinia, and is located deep in the countryside of the island's interior. I think you will have it rough."

As he watched his grandson's declaration, the nature of the grandfather's smile changed.

It gave off a feeling of praise but at the same time like playing a joke. It was a smile mixed with complicated emotions, a very joyful smile.

"I understand, then I will leave everything to you. Handle it well."

Picking up the stone tablet from the table, he placed it in Godou's hands.

[edit]Part 2

On the south side of Italy, a vacation island floated in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.

This was Sardinia, an island about the same size as Shikoku[5], its population was roughly one and a half million of which over half was concentrated in the largest city there, Cagliari.

Enclosed by crystal clear seawater, the surrounding natural environment was also very beautiful.

The biggest industry on the island was tourism. Every summer, it was crowded with tourists whose purpose was to vacation in Europe. Particularly on the northeastern side, the sea shore as beautiful as an emerald was renowned as a vacation spot exclusive to the upper class nobility.

However, Godou kept his plans to come here a secret from his younger sister.

"What is going on... Onii-chan. You suddenly tell me you're going travelling. Could you have forgotten your promise to me? You're the worst."

Thanks to his grandfather, Godou suffered severe scolding from his sister.

All because of the grandfather's suggestion.

'You can tell the truth, but I don't recommend it, Godou. If Shizuka knew you were going to a prime vacation spot in southern Italy, what would she think?'

'She would want to go, or rather, she will insist in tagging along?'

'Exactly. But even though it's Europe, travelling in those countryside places can be very troublesome. The most prosperous streets of the city would be fine, but that place is even more deserted than this shopping street in Nezu... So, I will ask you a question, travel casually alone in the countryside or bring a troublesome sister and devote your efforts to taking care of her, which will you pick?'

'Of course alone.'

He had replied without thinking.

In the end, an excuse was made to cover things up. Shizuka was told he was going to an acquaintance's Zen monastery, to work odd jobs for a week.

But for some reason, Shizuka scolded him with exceptional fury.

While Godou was preparing his luggage in his room on the second floor at home, Shizuka suddenly burst in.

"There's no helping it, mother ordered me to go there in her stead."

"Mother's orders?...Then it can't be helped, she must have thought it was too troublesome and pushed it onto Onii-chan, that's so willful of her."

"...Yes, your willful character is probably inherited from mother as well—ouch."

"What a rude thing to say! I don't have that kind of personality like a queen!"

Clearly he was already off the hook by blaming his mother's interference, but Godou made an unnecessary comment.

Stepped on by Shizuka, Godou knew he had to be more careful with his words.

By the way, the monastery he was supposedly visiting was located deep in the mountains of Chichibu. Apparently there was once an ancestor of the Kusanagi family who was an abbot there, but he continued his life of indulgence despite monastic vows.

The monastery still maintained the tradition of drawing water from a well to use for cooking.

But at the same time, it was equipped with an industrial scale refrigerator that one would find in a winemaking business, which was stocked full of alcohol purchased from the liquor store at the foot of the mountain. Furthermore, they eschewed alcohol euphemisms like 'soup of wisdom'[6] and openly ate meat and drank alcohol.

All past abbots have been strange characters, and every single one of them was an intimate friend of the Kusanagi family.

As a side note, Grandfather Ichirou once trained there, but ended up committing all sorts of travesties, culminating in an immoral relationship with the widow of a rice shop, leaving him no choice but to flee to Shanghai. Despite dating back to the Taishou era[7], these kinds of philandering exploits continued to be the talk of the monastery whenever Godou visited.

...Due to that kind of environment, little sister Shizuka stayed far away from that place unless obliged to take part in Buddhist rites.

Which was why it made for a viable excuse.

Thanks to grandfather's explanations, Godou was able to reach an understanding with his mother without paying any price. Normally, this would require being at her service for three hours or more.

Everything was ready.

But Shizuka was unhappily glaring at Godou—why?

"But didn't Onii-chan promise me beforehand? Couldn't you have thought up a way to refuse? So dense and slow, damn it! You're the worst!"

"P-Promise? That thing earlier counted as a promise?"

Godou was greatly surprised.

He suddenly recalled Shizuka's words a few days before the school closing ceremony.

'Onii-chan, are you free for spring break? You must be very free for sure, without club activities or a girlfriend. Yes, it is decided you are free! So listen carefully, I happen to have a free slot in my spring break, so I plan on sharing this precious time with you, Onii-chan. First accompany me to go clothing shopping. Next there's a new coffee shop opened in Ni-choume[8], we should go there. Next is...'

Just like that, his sister forced her plans on him.

If he was actually free, he didn't mind spending time with his sister.

At the time he had paid little attention as he listened, so it didn't register.

"Didn't you say something like 'as long as I'm free'? To think you'd rather run off to a monastery instead of putting effort into squeezing time out for your cute little sister... Onii-chan, you have failed as a brother!"

"How could one fail as a brother so easily?! Besides, who goes around calling themselves cute?!"

Godou at least tried to tell her off.

He did wish his sister could act a little more lady-like.

But from an objective standpoint, it was undeniable that Shizuka was the cute type, because she greatly resembled the beautiful mother who was renowned for her looks.

...As a side note, the mother's skill with makeup had already entered the territory of gods.

Definitely in the realm of godly skills, to that Godou offered his utmost respect.

"After all, I can't possibly spend the whole spring break there. Why don't I accompany you to go out when I return home, is that ok?"

"Clearly you forgot the promise, and now you're trying to weasel out of it? It's not simply 'accompany you', but I am going out for the sake of accompanying Onii-chan, don't get it wrong!"

Sigh, this sister was making decisions on her own again.

But having known her for so long, I had grown accustomed to such willfulness.

Godou laughed wryly as he reminded himself not to speak without thinking.

"Ah, right, do you still remember Yui? My friend, the one who was relatively short."

"Yui? Yui... Is that the girl who used to come and play all the time? Now that it's mentioned, she did come to cheer for me at the competition once... Yes, I didn't forget."

Faced with the name that suddenly appeared, Godou felt greatly troubled.

Though the child with that name often followed behind Shizuka, Godou had little impression of her.

"Onii-chan, the way you are, it's not surprising you completely forgot her."

"I didn't completely forget, there are still some lingering impressions in my mind."

Godou tried to refute Shizuka's mockery of him.

"Don't force yourself, Onii-chan, you're not someone who notices my friends... Actually it's Yui who said it, if Onii-chan is free during spring break, she wanted to go out and have fun with you. How's that? Are you interested?"

It felt like his sister was deliberately playing a joke on him.

Go out with his sister's friend? Why must he do something like that?

"No, not really... I'm not interested, I think she would find me boring instead. Forget it, help me refuse her."

"Oh really, it's not easy to have someone offer you a date, what a shame."

Teased by Shizuka who suddenly seemed inexplicably happy, Godou sighed as he shook his head.

"Don't call it a date, it's just going out for fun... Spending time with someone like me will only make her bored. I don't know what your friend is thinking."

"—You're right, someone as dense and boring as Onii-chan... Clearly so unreliable and ridiculous all the time, but extremely serious in strange areas, a normal girl cannot take a fancy to you... Girls like your sister who would spend time with you are extinct. You should show me some gratitude."

"Yes, yes, I know. Shizuka is my cute little sister, and I have troubled you all this time. Is that acceptable?"

"Your tone of voice is not serious enough, and there's no sincerity, and the lines are too ordinary, completely no good. Out of a hundred, I can only give you fifteen points. Try harder, Onii-chan!"

She looked like she was complaining, but her mood seemed to be great. Though she was my sister, she was impossible to understand.

"Onii-chan's good qualities are probably limited to that physical stamina that rivals a cart horse as well as playing baseball with... I'm sorry, I said something wrong."

Originally in a good mood, Shizuka suddenly stopped.

Godou put his hand on his depressed sister's head and caressed back and forth.

"Actually I'm not that amazing at baseball. It's ok, pay no mind to it. I am really grateful to have a cute little sister like you. You don't have to be so concerned."

"B-But, I'm sorry. I got carried away and said those things."

"It's fine, those things don't matter. I've long accepted that I can't play baseball any more, don't worry."

For a brief moment, neither of the siblings spoke.

Noticing Shizuka's depression, Godou not only said things he would never say normally, but also stroked her head all this time.

Her mood slightly restored, Shizuka's parting words could never be forgotten.

"Onii-chan, I'm not asking for something expensive, but just something you chose with care will do. Buy something that will make me happy. If you pick something without care, I won't forgive you!"

She clearly knew her brother did not have an eye for picking things, and yet she made such a demand?

Godou sighed deeply.


Kusanagi Godou was now fifteen years old, just graduated from middle school, and about to enter high school.

From elementary to middle school he had always been playing baseball.

During middle school, he was the starting catcher and fourth hitter for a certain strong youth team. He also had the experience of representing Japan in overseas games as well as the Tokyo Selection Match, a World Series competition.

However, during the summer of his third year in middle school, his shoulder was injured during a group training camp for the World Series competition.

A certain pitcher who threw fastballs that were difficult to control had struck Godou with the ball while he was running from third base to home. Due to the direct impact of the ball, both his back and his right shoulder were hurt.

Though the injuries have healed, his most important weapon as a catcher, the strong shoulder was no good any more.

Disappointed by the weak trajectories of his thrown balls, Godou began to worry about his future in high school.

Even though the shoulder was no good, there were still ways to continue playing baseball.

There were actually schools that appreciated Godou's batting abilities, and invited him to join their high school teams as a batter, but he refused them all.

—After all, he had already played for nine years, it was enough.

Thus, treating the shoulder injury as an opportunity, Godou began to tell himself it was about time to try new experiences. In fact, he had already convinced himself it was true.

His baseball playing was actually not that great.

The things he said to Shizuka, about half of them were actually serious.

Since Godou had the opportunity to play baseball at the highest levels, there were many opportunities to meet those with genius talent. Compared to those who possessed true talent, Kusanagi Godou was high average at best.

So it could be said that because he didn't have enough talent, he did not insist on pursuing baseball. Participating in other sports or even cultural clubs might be acceptable.

These few months, Godou had been studying and facing examinations with that kind of attitude.

'Hey, Godou, what about me who had always lost to you? You've got to give me a chance to avenge myself! Don’t you dare run away after you had won!'

This was what his friend Miura said when he came to visit at the end of the second term during middle school senior year.

'Even if I continue baseball in high school, I probably can't hit your balls any more. Unlike me, you were born for baseball, born to be a pitcher. I think you will soon leave me in the dust, so please give me a break.'

That was how Godou replied to Miura, the one who was rated the number one pitcher amongst the youth teams.

Though they were originally from different teams, they had been assigned to the same team during the Tokyo selection match.

'Bastard! Are these the words of the fellow who defeated me? In all our confrontations, I have never been able to get you out on three strikes!'

'No, for something that's akin to cheating, pay no mind to it.'

'Cheating? What are you talking about?'

'Yes, your personality is very straightforward, so I can tell at a glance what you are thinking. Back in senior year of middle school, whenever I saw your face, I could predict how you would pitch with roughly fifty percent certainty. This was taught to me by my grandfather once, in competitions and negotiations, understanding the opponent's personality and targeting their weaknesses will basically allow you to win seven times out of ten, so it doesn't really count as true baseball capability.'

Even so, Miura continued to pester him, saying things like "let's go to that school together" or "at least pick a school with a stronger baseball team"...

But Godou chose the high school section of the nearby Jounan Academy.

His younger sister Shizuka was studying in the middle school section there, and the baseball club at this school was abysmal, so he would have no wish to play baseball there.

Removing the option of baseball from his high school life in such a semi-forceful manner, how will things turn out?

After completing his preparations for going to Italy, Godou suddenly had a strange notion.

"If I think about it, travelling overseas during such a period, it really feels like a 'soul searching' journey."

Feeling that such a delicate term suited himself poorly, Godou naturally laughed wryly.

[edit]Part 3

Comparing northern and southern Italy, their inhabitants had completely different temperaments.

Of course, this was just a general stereotype. Due to the north being rich and urbanized while the south was relatively poor, people described those in the south as more modest and friendly.

Widely known around the world as a center of various areas such as culture, economy, fashion and sports, Milan was a metropolis that exemplified the north.

And anyone acquainted with Erica Blandelli would know that she was the girl who embodied the essence of Milan.

The young mistress of the prestigious house of Blandelli where all previous generations were Milanese. Beautiful and noble, she grew up with a strict upbringing starting from an early age, and was full of wit and talent.

The beautiful young lady glamorous as a blooming rose.

"Of course, my outstanding beauty is undeniable—"

Erica smiled elegantly.

However, her smiling face bore no resemblance to a pathetic flower, rather, a more apt description would be a she-leopard or a lioness.

The proud and powerful queen of the beasts, that was how her assertive appearance was best described.

"But like the chocolate on a cake, there are many important elements adorning my being, but these alone cannot represent my complete self—so for this matter, I must decline, Uncle."

"If you put it that way, I have no choice but to consent, Erica."

The one who replied with a wry smile was her only relative, her paternal uncle.

Paolo Blandelli, whose figure could be compared to the Statue of David.

Even though he was pushing forty, he still possessed the youthful vigor of a young man, a face like a perfectly crafted sculpture, and an intellectual and noble presence.

And his perfect body was steeled through and through - as fitting for his title as the top knight.

Italy's strongest knight was the "King of Swords"—Salvatore Doni.

But the highest ranking knight was Paolo Blandelli.


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