Talk:Madan no Ou to Vanadis:Volume 07 Chapter 4

I've been reading through the volumes and started doing some proofing in notepad. If this looks good to others, I'll think about doing the same for other chapters. Obviously would need to go through naming standards, but for now I wanted to to see if the grammatical style seemed good.

• One night, Alexandra Alshavin (alias Sasha) had dreamt of her mother.
• As she awoke, she revealed a complex smile. She wondered how many years had passed since she last had such a dream.
• As Sasha spoke of it to the devoted servitor who had arrived to wake her up, the man seemed troubled over how to reply. Wrinkling his face, he answered, “Is that so?” He did not ask whether it was a good dream.
• “Which reminds me, I happened to hear rumor that the civil war in the Kingdom of Asvarre is over.”
• “Really?”
• Sasha’s expression shined brightly. The aged servant purposely shifted the topic; it had been a while since she last heard good news.
• Regarding Legnica, her area of governance, the income obtained from maritime trade was very important. The civil war in Asvarre could hardly be ignored.
• ---I wonder if Sophie and Tigre are doing well.
• Although aware of her meddling in conscripting Matvey, she could but wonder if that scary-looking seaman had proven useful to Tiger's endeavor. With the peace, Sophie and the others would soon return. After reporting to the Imperial Palace, they would surely tell her the story. Looking forward to this, Sasha became happy.
• Suddenly, she felt a pain in her spine. As breathing became painful, the black-haired Vanadis violently coughed. The servant, who was just about to leave, turned pale and ran up to Sasha.
• “Alexandra-sama!”
• “……I’m alright. I’m alright, so……”
• It was hard for her even reply . When the cough calmed down, Sasha slightly exhaled and lay on the bed. The servant rang the bell to call the doctor.
• ---Even though a diagnosis would be useless.
• She felt that the sound of the bell, which reverberated throughout the room, was very annoying.
• When turning her gaze to the bedside, there were two swords there, which were proof of her being a Vanadis. It was a pair of twin swords, with blades a half fist longer than a dagger. Strange patterns were carved onto them, and one blade was golden, the other vermillion. One could feel a faint heat when touching them.
• ---How much longer will you stay by my side?
• Without voicing it, Sasha spoke so to the twin swords. The duo ViraltDragonic Tool, called BargrenLuminous Flame, had not left her side, even in light of her affliction.
• ‘I probably don't have long.’
• On a night long past, when Sasha was 10, her mother plainly addressed the matter as though it were the coming weather.
• “The women in our family have been short-lived from generation to generation. We have what is called “blood disease”. Even your great-grandmother and your grandmother’s sister, everyone died around the age of 30.”
• In a small house of the outskirts of a village, where sturdiness and size were a bed of merit. Sasha, who had just crawled into the bed with her mother, could only show her surprise at the grim revelation. After leaking an “eh?”, her thoughts went blank.
• With a smile, the mother quietly waited as her daughter to recovered from the shock.
• Sasha, who finally pulled herself together after a long time, fixedly stared at her mother’s face.
• Her mother had not yet reached 30 years old. Young and healthy, she was always cheerful. To the point that she did not seem to suffer from a disease at all.
• However, her gaze was serious ; it was the same gaze she used when teaching things to her daughter.
• As far as she could remember, Sasha had been taught various things by her mother. Sewing and laundry, how to clean, how to make a fire by rubbing sticks together, how to identify poisonous herbs and mushrooms growing in the forest, how to set simple traps, and even how to fight with a dagger.
• Her usually kind mother was very at those times. Sasha at first resentedthe rigorous lessons, which often repeated until she could complete the task. However, her resentment immediately melted beneath the open praise she received for success.
• When she realized that her mother had never told a joke or a lie, Sasha’s spine shivered >!--of-->with fear. Clutching her chest from anxiety, the daughter timidly asked.
• “……Is it an incurable disease?”
• No shadow could be seen in her mother's smile as the woman nodded. It was an expression so departed from fear or regret that it surprised Sasha. The mother gently stroked her daughter's black hair.
• “Sasha. One day, you’ll also come to love someone, and bear a child. And then, tell her properly. Teach her all that you know so that she can choose the path she wants.”
• The following year, her mother died.
• She caught a cold and was laid up for a long time. She died quietly, with a face so calm that it seemed as if she was only asleep.
• Though Sasha was surprised and sad, the adults of the village surprisingly recovered quickly. They knew it. That a day like this would come.
• Sasha’s only family was her mother. By her mother's account, her father was gone by the time she was born. She did not know whether he died or he left the village, but as long as her mother was by her side, that was enough for her.
• While the adults of the village saw to her mother’s burial, Sasha was called by the village chief.
• “What will you do from now on?”
• The village chief, a man of 53 years, was straightforward. In the village, the chief or the village potentates who saw to the custody of children with no relatives. The chief asked that question with the expectation that she name a guardian.
• “I’ll go on a journey.”
• These words slipped out from her mouth with surprising ease.