Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Our Brothers Aren't Villains!
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Sorry to Mayches, but I ended up bursting out laughing.
“Heh.”
The wig colors the theater actors were wearing under their hoods were all too familiar.
Chestnut, light cocoa, white, light purple, dark blue, ash blonde.
“Bro, can you set up a sparring match with those Baltan Catric mercenaries? More than twenty-three is fine.”
“Wait, I’ll pull a list of everyone involved in this play and give it to you.”
Even the actor playing Jayhan had something strapped to both arms—it was a strap to fix the background to his back.
Flash—
A halo studded with glowing magic stones, exaggeratedly made, constantly followed behind the actor playing Jayhan.
I could feel their anguish and effort to portray the world’s most beautiful Jayhan.
Smiling, I glanced at the real Jayhan.
Flash—
Hmm… At least one of the people who decorated that stage had definitely seen the real Jayhan.
But did these actors know that the people they were portraying were watching right there?
“Now, please be quiet.”
As if the play was about to start, the troupe members below the stage hushed the crowd.
I adjusted my position on the wheelchair.
Even in my previous life, I’d never seen a play. I’d watched some dramas and movies on TV a few times, but live actors moving right in front of me was a first.
Whenever my aunt’s son bragged about coming back from a play, I’d act cool on the outside, but inside, I was really jealous.
With my anticipation, the curtain on the stage rose.
The six actors revealed under the lights lifted their bowed heads.
With grave expressions, they shouted.
“We are the ones who bear the future of Ileneias! The dreams and hopes of this land, bearers of honorable destinies! Our light shall illuminate the world!”
Ah……
I could almost hear a silent outcry from behind me.
Mayches and his friends’ agony was vividly transmitted.
I felt embarrassed along with them, but since it was someone else’s problem, sorry, but it was so riveting I couldn’t look away. What an incredible opening!
Now it seemed like individual introduction time, as the most eye-catching actor playing Jayhan stepped forward.
Probably because the halo background kept stealing people’s attention, he seemed intent on quickly finishing his turn and passing it on.
“All things worship me.”
Pardon?
“Withered leaves and starving lions alike offer their bodies before me and merely act spoiled. That is the truth, the one love fitting the natural order. If I were gone… who would be left to hear and warn of all the dangers and disasters in this world?”
Flash— Flash—
“…….”
Whether everyone else loved this incomprehensible concept except me, a fiery reaction erupted from the onlookers.
“Kyaaah!”
I felt like I was being pranked by a hidden camera, thrown into confusion.
As I gripped my hands in suspense, watching the unpredictable stage, next, the actor playing Mayches stepped forward with an intensely decadent and fatal expression.
He’d excellently replicated Mayches’ pale skin, slightly red eye rims, and dry rose-colored lips with makeup.
The Mayches actor brought the glass he held to his lips. Why! Why! What’s happening!
I was doubly tormented because the actor was portraying my own flesh and blood, plus the actor’s unique concept, but the onlookers started screaming “Count!” and jumping up fiercely.
“Kyaaah!”
The Mayches actor didn’t even smile at his ecstatic fans, maintaining his fatal gaze.
Soon, in a voice laden with every hardship, he delivered his line.
“Without me, the magic of this land is as good as dead. No, not just magic. The lives of countless people hanging on my hands would scatter meaninglessly… The fate I bear is cruel and ecstatic.”
Mayches! Is this how you talk out in the world!?
I covered my mouth with both hands. My hairs stood on end. Mayches quickly knelt on one knee before me and said.
“No. No.”
In a trembling voice, I asked back.
“What’s not?”
“That’s not me, right? I’ve never said stuff like that, right?”
But Mayches’ excuse couldn’t continue.
Next, the actor playing Bamper stepped forward with a beaming smile.
He fairly well imitated Bamper’s benevolent and dignified smile.
He extended his hand and slowly stroked the air from left to right. It was a pose embracing all the common folk.
I don’t know how he did it, but following his hand, a bush of green leaves bloomed in the air and then vanished.
“Kyaaah!”
“I am the one promised prosperity of this land by the spirits. As long as I live, Ileneias shall forever be green and beautiful, always blessed with abundant, high-quality resources. People of Orelot, cast aside all worries. Those not of Orelot, lay down your cares as well. For I am the chosen bloodline who loves you all.”
The real Bamper gently covered his mouth with one hand. Even he, always so positive, seemed to have limits he couldn’t embrace.
Next came the actor playing Calipan.
Calipan fidgeted restlessly, waving his hand pointlessly in front of my eyes.
The Calipan actor coldly scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. And then.
“Hat! Chat! Chat!”
Like a skilled action actor, he swung his sword skillfully. He must have prepared diligently.
“Kyaaah!”
My ears were ringing from the one guy next to me who’d been cheering at full volume since earlier. Covering my dazed ears with my hand, I looked at the Calipan actor.
“All knights under the Jedkaizer name. Knights of the alliance. We shall guard the thirteen defense lines, and for that, we shall suffer no border violations. Endless swarms of magic beasts. With their black blood and corpses, I shall pave the land and place Ileneias’ peace upon it.”
I’d been doubting Mayches’ public image, but after seeing that, I was completely relieved.
It was just a play made of countless reinterpretations and misunderstandings!
Come to think of it, Calipan’s stoic face did look sharp. The books described it that way too.
As an adult, he was said to be enormously tall, with a face like an icy, cold-blooded knight.
I stealthily checked Calipan’s reaction without being obvious, but like a ghost, he caught my eye.
“No.”
“…….”
Drops of grievance were falling.
Yes, this was the Calipan I knew.
The most serious his face ever got in my presence was something like, “Brothers, you keep acting like you’re not even human?” while scolding his cheating friends.
Finally, my mind was at ease.
I gained faith that Mayches didn’t act outside like someone bearing a cruel and ecstatic fate.
“With this hand, I create the world.”
Another line that nearly made my eyes pop out rang, so I quickly looked at the stage. The actor playing Yan, wearing a white wig, was holding a turnip.
What’s that? But Yan seemed to have figured it out.
He clutched his head and started breathing raggedly.
“Ah, no……!”
They said it was sponsored by Baltan Catric, and they’d really nailed Yan.
The Yan actor muttered lines like, “Paradise is surely another word for beauty, and we of Baltan Catric shall never cease our journey toward that destination,” as he began carving the turnip with a sculpting knife.
When the turnip had shrunk to fist-size, the actor suddenly threw it behind him and pulled out what he’d hidden at his waist.
“Kyaaah!”
What sprang from the Yan actor’s hand was a white deer holding a crescent moon.
“Argh! Argh!”
Yan writhed as if he’d found an ugly drawing from his childhood. Beside him, the next in line, Daluh, swallowed nervously with a tense face.
“I never imagined I’d resort to such self-destructive acts.”
No matter what the real one watching said, the actor playing Daluh cast his eyes down poignantly.
Light purple hair swayed calmly near his golden eyes.
Indeed… Daluh, at least on the surface, had a pure and languid air somewhere.
“To look after the lost lambs. That is the fate God has given me. I shall spread His words in this beautiful world and gather the voices of Ileneias to offer to Him. Surely… we can discern His will together.”
The Daluh actor spread both arms wide, as if transforming wrapped in pale blue-white light.
The real Daluh watched the scene with a enlightened expression, as if it were dazzling, and said.
“You know you can hit people with holy power, right? I’ve never tried it, but new experiences are important.”
“Send the list?”
“Express mail.”
My sympathies to the Baltan Catric guild members who were in for a blessed beating.