Kenkoku no Jungfrau:Volume 1 Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - The Star Falls, The Clown Laughs

Part 1

“It is like so in the legends.”

Under that dazzling sunlight, and on the spacious stage, a dignified singing voice resounded.

And then, following the song, a many music strings started to play in a refreshing tone. They were Harps.

“It was the times of antiquity. Many kings, Many countries, and Many Faiths were mixed together, and then they conflicted, an age where nothing was controlled and finally, an existence know as a demon revealed itself in this world.”

That place was an arena which had been opened in a grand scale.

In the central area, there was a stone stage that had been cut in a square shape and in its surroundings, a maintained area was planted. The low wall had been wonderfully decorated with candlesticks, and a small flag was stabbed below that. Even from a distant view it could be realised from their varied designs that, there were 12 kinds of flags in total.

Beyond the stage that was enclosed by a low wall a circular auditorium had been prepared. The seats had already been filled so much that the aisle could not be seen but everyone had been attentively listening without opening their mouths.

“Then the many kings went to battle therefore, a certain king lost his territory and nation to the demon. For a certain king, it was to acquire the territory trampled by the demon. Again, for a certain king it was just to gain more prestige with bravery and valour."

To be able to make one’s voice echo here, an extraordinary speaking volume and technique should be necessary. However, the girl’s singing voice could not pile up that impossible amount of vibration. The one singing while playing the harp was a girl with light purple eyes.

There was a thin ring fixed on the finger that was playing the bowstrings. There was also a bracelet of the same design on her arm. Anyone who was familiar with magic should be able to tell that the design curved there represented an <Omen>, which had properties of power.

“And thus, the many kingdoms began to decrease. Even possessing any kind of sword, or casting any kind of magic, or using any kind of knowledge, could not harm the body of the demon, the legend begins from here.”

Her raven hair was tied in a bundled by the back of her head it extended to her waist forming a long ponytail, her closed eyes looked long and narrow, and her flower bud like lips was soaked in a beautiful pink colour.

The cloths that she wore were not a dress but a uniform that a schoolgirl usually wears. Compared to a dress it had fewer decorations but her long and slender legs which were covers by tights helped her undulated rich body figure. As a woman, her glamour was definitely not at a disadvantage.

Though it was a fine weather, for her to be able to wear such lightweight clothing in a season where the snow had yet to melt, was all thanks to the magic flames that warmed that place up.

“From a number of countries which could not possibly counted, soon only 12 remained. There was a king who advanced to defeat the demon too. There was a kind who though his own power was more than enough to defeat it too. There was a king who from the fear of the demon concealed himself in his territory too. It was at that time, a single sage was said to cut down one of the demon’s arms.”

The girl was singing about a heroic tale from the time of antiquity. It wasn’t old enough to be called a myth, but it wasn’t from a near enough past to leave behind remnants in literature. But, it is a very familiar tale for the people who live there. It was a splendid singing voice; none of spectators opened their mouths and listened attentively to the song.

"There is a sword that could kill the demon. I want a person who has excellent techniques. Isn’t there anyone who would come with me? There were 12 people. The 12 kings sent one of the most excellent knights from each of their kingdoms.”

Other than the audience seats, on the other side of the outer wall, the spire of a watchtower ascended.

The number of spires surrounding the arena, and the decorative flags hanging on the outer wall, were of 12 of each of them in total. To this country, the number 12 represented holiness/dignity.

“The 12 knight and the single Sage confronted the demon, and then splendidly defeated it. ーAnd like that, making the sage their king, the 12 kingdoms became one. The 12 knights were referred as The Knights of the Round Table and became the model of all knights and so time has reached the present.”

After finishing singing for a while; the girl let out a breath feeling relieved.

While a grand applause was being sent, the girl saw a single face move back. It was when she was leaving the stage. Raising her face, the girl fixed her sight on that spot.

A Clown...?

Following the knights, the soldiers were forming a line; it was the front row seats of the auditorium. On the next row of seats, there were mercenaries with robust physiques but there was a girl with a Clowns clothing there.

She had long silver coloured hair and vivid crimson pupils with a strikingly good body figure, she should’ve attracted a lot of attention.

The general visitors were seated on a further row she was curious about how the girl slipped in with the soldiers but she couldn’t stand still there for too long. She quietly got down from the stage.

On both sides of the stage, several knights were standing in a row amongst them after she joined the East side, she heard a sociable voice calling out next to her.

“Did you see something that caught your interest, Lutile”

The girl, Lutile’s name was called by Youth who had a fearless physique and face. He had long blonde hair tied behind his back, and was wearing a frock coat. It was a little bit exaggerated thing to wear at the place of a ceremony.

After being asked, the girl searched for clown's appearance again but was not able to find it.

“The time has reached the presentー was it? That was quite a good show you know.”

The last phrase was a part the girl added specifically for this ceremony. It wasn’t in the original song.

“We are still in the middle of the ceremony, Gillette Onii-sama.”

Even though she had deliberately lowered her voice, she accidentally called him by his old nickname. When she realised this, her face became red. At this the youth made a nostalgic gentle face and shrugged his shoulders.

The young man was Lutile’s older male cousin. She used to play with the young man a lot in her childhood and in those times, in those times, reciprocally not by Knight or anything else; he used to be called “Onii-sama” innocently while smiling.

Following the girls verse, two knights got up on the stage their respective swords were mutually pulled out and the tips were piled up on each other exchanging an expression of gratitude. After that, they mutually put some distance between each other and started to exchange blows with their sword.

But even though were on an arena, it was unlikely that they would actually cut each other on an exhibition. It was the sword dance of courtesy.

(Well, let us not speak so stiffly. And if you really think so, then please put on a more interesting expression.)

(I had this face since the moment I was born.)

After Lutile answered like that, the young man again shrugged his shoulders in a comical manner.

(Even now and in the past, even though you could still make a more adorable expression…..still an ill-humoured person aren’t you?)

(…….I was made to recite a verse I was not good at in a place like this. It doesn’t feel pleasant.)

(Don’t be so hard-hearted. It was really a beautiful singing voice.)

After happily saying that, the young man this time continued with an earnest voice,

(Lutile, you are magnificent. Amongst us 12, you are the youngest, the most beautiful and you are strong too. Everyone pays attention to you. Responding to that attention is also an obligation of of a person who is considered a knight.)

(Even though I received the title of a knight, I am still part of the student body. I would prefer if you didn’t flatter me.)

(Hahaha, the ‘Dragon Slaying’ <Knight Princess> says some laudable things.)

(……That was, not only because of my own abilities.)

About 1 year ago, the girl and a few of her fellow students encountered a Dragon, she defeated it. It was a young Dragon but a Dragon nonetheless. At minimum, there would have to be at least 3 knights, <Omen Users>in order to defeat it. It was said that at least one small unit was necessary to deal with the monster.

That day, the 16 year old Lutile was able bring it down by herself. There were other students too but that was a situation where one’s leg was supposed to give in and it was not even possible to escape either.

With an achievement like that, she was able to acquire the title of a Knight with even graduating, and at the same time along with a hilarious embellishment, she was given exaggerated nicknames like <Knight Princess> etc.

Hesitating to say that out loud, the young man started laughing with a “Hahaha.”

(Please don’t make such a trouble face, You and that Dragon too, were selected by the <Founding of the Round Table> / <Entaku no Kenkoku> together. We will become the next legend. Therefore, like a blooming flower, please sympathise with the hearts the ones who would spring out ahead. On the right hand that the young man had quietly shown, there was a crest which was carved imitating a sword. The same thing existed on the girl’s left hand.

(<Kenkoku>…….is it?)

While Lutile was looking at her own <Kenkoku>, the young man nodded emotively.

(Was it strange? That you yourself were chosen?)

(That is, well…..But, the more incomprehensible thing is ー)

(That is to say, why “now”?)

To the young man who interrupted her sentence, Lulite nodded.

<Founding of the Round Table>ーーーIn the past, the swords of the 12 who entombed the Demon perished along with the demon. It is said that the sage turned them into at that time and stopped the destruction, for the day when the one to succeed the demon would appear. One thing or another, it was an incident that happened one thousand years ago. The legend stopped there, and in the history thereafter, the name of <Kenkoku> did not appear.

And as for why it appeared now of all times

“Should I say that the “Saika” are starting something?”

When Lutile brought up that name, the young man nodded with hard conviction.

Saika is the generic name of the race that is said to possess the demon’s blood. They are the children the demon left behind, and are also a calamity by the demon that ruins and abhors the human race.

There are ones with the claws and the fangs like a beast, and there are also ones with wings like a bat. There are ones with strong and firm scaled skin. It is also said that there are ones capable of making flames and thunder fall.

Amongst them, the Saika that should one be most cautious of is the class called “Ouka”. Skilfully dressed in an appearance that appears a human, they used magic and weapons unknown to human. In a case witnessed in the past, an entire knight squad at that time was driven to a state of annihilation against just one Ouka.

It is plausible that the number of those individuals isn’t much; they are able to cross the great valley by themselves.

Including the Oukas, there are various kinds of Saika out there with various appearances. It is said that they live in the opposite side of the great valley which cuts across the continent and is said to be the mark of the battle between the demon and the Knights of the Round Table .The Saikas invade into the human countries by jumping over the valley.

Especially in the last few months, it felt as if the number of ferocious natured Saikas had grown.

(To overturn the situation of the war. There’s no way that could be possible, I guess.)

After the life of people got more plentiful, the confrontation with the Saika had intensified.

The humans also built bridges and repeatedly counter attacked, but as expected, humans were inferior to the Saika in terms of power individually. The unfavourable situation in the war continued but, in the history of the past one thousand years, there were also times when the situation was far more inferior. In fact, it could be said that the present an age where the difference wasn’t so vast and was even rivalled.

In such a time, <Founding of the Round Table> suddenly appeared.

Without any prior notice, Lutile and the young man were chosen, dwelling in the body of 12 knights. Moreover, Lutile also felt much bewilderment at first. Even now, she couldn’t fully remove her doubts but……

The young man was also looking at his <Kenkoku> doubtfully.

(I don’t relly feel like I was given some kind of special power. I see, It might be that this <Kenkoku> expects us to do something.)

While the young man faintly muttered that, a large shadow was suddenly cast overhead of the two.

(Watch your mouths, both of you.)

(Commander Greisch)

Lutile and the young man quickly fixed there posture.

He was the man who worked as the first division commander of the Estrelia Knight’s Order the young man belonged to. From a third seat position, the commander became a person who would be in charge of the military other then the king. It was when the salutations were over and returned.

Though he was reproved; the young man still stated the question to the commander while lowering his voice.

(Has the commander learned something regarding these <Kenkoku>?)

- *Fumu* The man ringed his neck towards the young man with a broken expression.

(Even I still have not heard of anything, but I have something on my mind.)

(Which is?)

(It would have also been in the verse by Lutile a moment ago. As it was said in the legends, its an object in order to oppose the demon.)

(In other words, someone who will succeed the demon has appeared?)

(I would not call it an affirmation though. However, the ones who are gathered here are all strong warriors who would feel ashamed at the name of the strongest. Therefore it was appropriate to think that it was in order to fight, and in addition to that, to fight the deceive battle against an enemy where a <Kenkoku> was necessary. )

(The demon………..) When Lutile embraced her elbows as if she were trembling, the man laughed vigorously.

(Hahaha. Was the “Knight Princess” also a maiden too?)

(I-It’s not like I was hesitating or anything…..)

(No, don’t mind it. Even if you stand ready, you will receive a proper explanation from the king.)

This stage had become the location for the succession rite of the <Founding of the Round Table>. Though there were opinions that it should have been performed at the royal castle in order to show respect to the king, the king himself wanted to lengthily explain it to the subjects too. That’s how the stage came to be in a place like this. Perhaps, it was meant to wipe out the recent distrusts, too.

The king, huh……..

A present king is considerably young because the late king didn’t have any siblings, and he died at a young age in his forties Though five years had gradually since he ascended the throne….as expected, an insufficiency in power could still be felt compared to the late king

It was necessary to peacefully subdue the ingenuity of various feudal lords, though a noteworthy degeneration of the public order was not perceived.

Because the person in question was also concerned about it, recently he has showing himself in front of the public too.

In regards of such a king, rather than feeling discontent, Lutile’s feeling of sympathy was stronger. -Uncle….. The current king was Lutile’s uncle. Ever since he took up the throne, their chance to meet had decreased. In place of her father who died at an early age, he looked after Lutile, and like a real parent and child too.

While Lutile was dealing with her feelings, a steering voice resounded.

“------His majesty comes.”

At someone’s word, the place fell silent.

And then, everyone promptly took a respectful bow.

The king had stepped on the stage where Lutile was singing till just a while ago.

Is seems his anxiety was very bad, he had gotten very skinny and his complexion was poor too.

“Hear me, my people! Our country has been continuously exposed to the threat of the Saika for many months and years now.”

When Lutile looked over at the king who was speaking to the people, she knit her brows. Behind the king, there was a strange silhouette.

“Gillette-san, who in the world is that?”

The silhouette was wearing a mask where a smiling facial expression was floating. He was wearing baggy attire, so his constitutions could not be grasped.

He seemed to be a man but he could not be definitely differentiated by sex.

“He is the clown of the imperial court isn’t he?”

“A clown in such a seat?”

When Lutile leaked a dubious voice, the young man went “Ah!” as if he remembered something.

“That’s right; you are normally a student aren’t you?”

Lutile was still a student though the other knights were working for the royal palace or castle is other territories, but Lutile was still a student. In addition to having the title of a knight, if one does not have any excellent records, even his shadow cannot enter the royal palace unless he is called for. He was not even informed about the internal circumstances.

“He is the new clown who was invited about three months ago in order to make the king lively. The king too, was pleased beyond expectations. So he dismissed the previous court clown and employed this one. Thanks to that, he became healthy enough to be able to show himself in public, but now he takes him along wherever he goes.”

“Is that so…”

The previous court clown was a quiet a fat but pleasant middle aged man. He had an indescribable charm in his plainness though in a good meaning...

“The sage of the sword had left behind a power for us to defeat the demon that might appear one day. As a remainder of the sages end, the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> have appeared; which have released the powers of the ancients.”

After dropping his shoulders with a lamented manner, the king had gotten down to the main question.

Both Lutile and the young man put their attention there.

“The <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> has three rules.”

“…….?”

Rather than doing saying what had to be done, it was the explanation of the ‘Rules’. Starting with the girl, all of the knights and the guests of honour gathered there showed an expression filled with bewilderment.

“Firstly, the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> has each been given a power that has been told in their respective legends.”

After hearing what the king had said, the young man showed a smile and whispered to Lutile,

“A demon-slaying sword huh? That sure sounds reassuring.”

It is said in the legends that, the swords given by the sage had the power to manipulate flames and snow, and that it far surpassed the current <Omen>.

---My <Engraved Blade> also has a power like that?

While Lutile was fixedly looking at her <Engraved Blade>, the king began to explain the next rule.

“Secondly, The <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> can be transferred to another possessor. But, it cannot be restored to a person who has already once let it go.

“Transfer…?”

Transfer, as in submitting ones article to someone else.

---It’s possible for one person to possess several <Engraved Blade> at once…?

While she was pondering about it, the king continued.

“Furthermore, in case of a possessor’s death, the one who had seen his last moments will inherit the <Engraved Blade>/<Kenkoku>.”

“ ?”

An uncomfortable feeling was felt.

That last sentence sounded like a very repulsive one.

“Thirdly, the <Seal of the Sage> which can grant any wish will be given to the one who will gather all the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table>.”

「Kuhihi」After saying that, the king raised a strange laughing voice.

“What in the world is he talking about….?”

In front of the dubious Lutile, the young man tensed his body.

Seeing his hands gripping the handle of his sword, Lutile was taken aback.

“I just felt something abnormal, be on guard.”

“Yes.”

Lutile also undid the latch of her sword that hanged from her waist.

The commander might have felt a similarly abnormal feeling. He was walking towards the king.

“With all due respect, my king. What are we supposed to do with these <Engraved Blades of the Round Table>?” The king tilted his shoulders at the words of the commander

“Do you really not understand?”

“Though it is shameful, the incompetent I could not understand it.”

It happened while the commander was hanging his head.

The Clown’s figure started to float lightly.

It was supposed to be a bizarre scene. But even so, no one present at that place was able to stop it.

• Gronn* something dropped on the ground.

“Eh…?”

No one knew who leaked that voice. Including the king, as if no one could grasp what had just occurred in front of their eyes, they started blinking randomly. The withered voice just now had sounded like a ghost’s whose eyes had just spilled over.

In front of the dumbfounded Lutile, a red fountain gushed out.

The thing that fell on the ground was the commander’s head.

“Hehyaa…?”

Soaked in the blood that had spurted out from the head, the king leaked a miserable voice and fell to his back. With that as a trigger, a high-pitched scream could be heard from the audience seats.

At the same time, all of the knights started to move.

“LUTILE!”

“Come forth, My knights!”

At the same time the young man started, Lutile also started to shift.

At Lutile’s voice, the empty space in front started to waver like a water surface.

It was a sword with a very sharp blade. As if responding to the sword that had appeared from empty space, Lutile’s ring and bracelet started to shin in a light-purple radiance. It was the magic of the <Omen>.

The many swords floating together, all simultaneously flew through the space between.

The sword pierced through the Clowns limbs and bound him in air.

With that small delay, the other knights also thrust their swords before the clowns neck.

Bound up by the swords pierced in his body, adding the many swords trust before him, the clown couldn’t even lift a finger.

“Tha-that was not what you promised, Clown!!Why did you kill Greisch!”

The clown leaked a mysterious voice towards the king who was screaming.

“Ku,Kukukukukku…”

The clown was laughing.

“---?”

It was a bizarre voice. The instant that strangely muffled laughing voice that sounded like clothes where being ripped was heard, it felt as if it was violently jolting one’s head.

That moment, did not even spare the time to enclose one’s thoughts.

“Witness This! It is the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table>!”

A <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> was engraved on the arm that the clown had just thrust out, the same as Lutile’s and the young man’s. Seeing that, Lutile felt as if all blood had been drawn out from her.

“The Commander’s, <Engraved Blade>…!”

“Did he, steal it?”

In front of the shuddering knights, the Clown continued.

“Anyone can get their hands on the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> if just kills the possessor. Collect every last one of them! To the one who succeeds in collecting all of them, the all mighty <Seal of the Sage> will be granted!”

A chill ran down everyone’s spine.

“IT’S MAGIC! CANCEL IT!”

Lutile, who was an <Omen Talker>, noticed it. A “deception” was plunged in the Clown’s voice. It was a small misleading combination of a small nature. In this situation where someone was killed before everyone’s eyes and everyone was agitated, it was not possible to perceive just how many people were being deceived.

In this kind of situation, he should not be allowed to speak any more-

All of the Knights, possessors of the <Engraved Blade> probably all instantly felt that.

The swords that were thrust before him, all stabbed into his body simultaneously.

The clown who was cut down in pieces vomited blood. He convulsed once and like that, stopped his movements. From the dead Clowns arm, the <Engraved Blade> released itself after turning into light and then jumped towards the king who was beside the clown. It transferred itself to the king’s arm.

The <Engraved Blade> had started to lodge in the king’s hand.

“Wha-…!”

Lutile, who was in dread immediately turned around.

On the venue grounds, other than the knights who were entrusted with the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table>, there were also many spectators.

Or possibly, there were knights who weren’t chosen by the <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> regardless of having more power.

Or possibly, there were feudal lords who’s dominions were being plunged into poverty because of the young king’s inexperience.

Or possibly, there were completely normal people who didn’t have any strength or social standing.

Or possibly, there were mercenaries who could wield power but were filled with greed of fortune.

All of them were fixedly looking at the incident that had just occurred in front of their eyes.

---oh…so even I can get my hands on that <Engraved Blades of the Round Table> too.

Envy, Jealousy, Longing, Lutile saw all of these converge into just one emotion.

That day, on the premises of Estrelia arena; an insurrection unparalleled in history occured. Including the participating Knights of the Round Table, there were near one hundred casualties.

Thus, the <Engraved Blade> which were supposed to be god-sent gifts for the empire became known as the catastrophe bringing forth ruin.

This was the event that had occurred three months before the meeting of Heath and the Clown girl.

Part 2

“Onii-chan, are you in a bad mood?”

The one who said that after seating at the table as if astonished was Heath’s younger sister by one year.

On the red hair that was gathered at the tip of her shoulders, and in her amethyst-like light purple eyes. Thought her features appeared to be bland, there was a certain strength that went forth from them. Thought her appearances was good enough to be able to raise the neighbours jealousy, even after she had turned 15 years old, the signs of proper development could not be seen in her figure.

Heath, who was currently lining up breakfast with quick hands; there were shades floating all over his face. His face had also become hollow as if he were downcast.

As for the red hair same as his younger sister, it grew long enough that it was possible to tie it behind his back, and his features weren’t something that could leave a strong impression. But still, his hands were skilfully continuing with the preparations for the breakfast.

His father who had a lot of night shifts rarely ever got up for breakfast, and his mother had passed away early. Probably because of that, he had fully taken over the cooking duties before he had even realized it.

---That was, definitely not a dream….

Heath’s complexion had been gloomy because of the incident that had occurred the previous night.

He met a lone girl, and was tormented by a dragon. Because of that fear, and probably because the girl was too mystifying, he couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

--- And about listening to anything she said, she couldn’t have meant for me to keep quiet about that dragon, right?

The girl who had vanished. She had let Heath go in return for a promise of obeying anything she said. That was why, even now while he was eating breakfast, he ended up thinking that Estelle might be watching from somewhere.

After thinking that much, he realized that his younger sister had a worried face.

“Ah,well, that’s because yesterday’s job took till late at night to finish…”

When answering so, the little sister stared at her elder brother with a concerned face.

“Even though you didn’t work till your condition turned poor…”

“I-I’m saying everything’s okay! Leaving that aside, did something happen in town yesterday? I didn’t hear the details because I was outside the outer-wall all day.”

The king’s capital was surrounded by a solid outer-wall which had been repelling the Saika’s invasions for a long time.

However, in the present with a number exceeding 200,000; the residents overflow from the inland, and are building their residences besides the outside wall.

This outer wall region was the only place where lower ranked soldiers like Heath were necessary.

Therefore, though a lot of information was given from Iruma who visited from the outside, the state of the inland information was frighteningly neglected.

He had said it like that to avert the conversation but Mana showed a gloomy expression after that with “aah”.

“It seems that another Knight-sama was killed. On top of that, it seems that he possessed an <Engraved Blade>.”

“Wha-It couldn't be…..!!”

“Ah, no, It wasn’t Penus-sama.

The name Mana had just said was the name of one of the senior apprentices.

He studied under the same master as Heath and his technique with a blade was incomparably better than Heath’s. He had become one of the Knights of the Round Table just in his twenties.

Before Lutile Afnar appeared, Penus was the youngest Knight of the Round Table.

After learning of his senior’s safety, Heath leaked a relieved breath and dropped his shoulders.

In the present times where the Battles with the Saika frequently occur, the Knights' heroic saga in distant places was like an amusement for the young townsfolk. Whenever a traveling poet with a fast ear lavishes his written records, he can gather a crowd. Though reading something wasn’t Heath’s strong point, because of the nature of his job, he had a lot of chances to speak with travellers and merchants. They too seem to want to boast about being informed, so such a rumour reaches their ears very fast. A colourful heroic episode was able to satisfy Heath’s curiosity.

But now, that had been lost in a disastrous notice.

This time, there were many eye witnesses. And it seems that the criminal’s identity was also evident. It was a fallen “Former” noble. However, he had run away, and currently the Knight’s order are chasing after him in frenzy.

It seems like catching someone who looted an <Engraved Blade> wasn’t such an easy matter. More than ten wanted posters on similar incidents had appeared on the market. But most of them should not still be in this world.

Because Mana had a copy of the wanted poster, Heath memorized the rough features of the criminal. He was a blond man in his thirties, with a skinny physique and a black mole on his cheek. Though it was likely information with no significant at the moment. While his younger sister just started her breakfast, the boy had already finished the preparations for his job. Seeing that, his sister made a slightly enigmatic face.

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