「ブレード様。この物語の騎士になって狼と戦ってください」
「え」
「わたしも手伝いますよ」
本の世界へ入っていく。
"Master Blade. Become the knight of this tale and fight the wolves."
"oh..."
"I'll help you."
I'm going into the world of books.
'Master Blade. 在这个故事中成为一名骑士,与狼群作战。'
'哦...'
'我会帮助你的。'
我将进入书的世界。
すると死体は黄金に変わってしまった。
狼は呪われているのだ。
在北坎里吉德的库佐夫森林里有一只巨狼。
它像一座小山一样大,嘴里经常叼着一只麋鹿。
人们传言那是一个巫师召唤出来的恶魔。
一个人被狼绑架并被带到森林深处。
在那里,他发现了一座摇摇欲坠的城堡,大量的黄金和一具尸体。
当这个人感到惊讶时,狼把它的獠牙刺进了尸体。
然后尸体变成了黄金。
狼被诅咒了。
There was one huge wolf in the Kuzov Forest in Northern Kanligid.
It was as big as a small mountain and often carried a moose in its mouth.
People rumored that it was a demon summoned by a sorcerer.
A man was kidnapped by the wolf and carried deep into the forest.
There, he found a crumbling castle, a lot of gold and a dead body.
When the man was startled, the wolf sank its fangs into the corpse.
The corpse then turned into gold.
The wolf was cursed.
狼は言った。
「我が飢えをお前は満たせるだろうか?
黄金では腹は満たされぬ」
男は言った。
「満たせる。
俺を王にしてくれさえすればお前の為に肉を持ってこよう」
狼は男に黄金を握らせると森の入口まで戻した。
「王となるが良い。そして俺のために人間の肉を運んでくるのだ。
いつまでも俺の飢えを満たせねばお前の愛する者を喰う」
The wolf said.
Can you satisfy my hunger?
Gold will not satisfy my hunger.
The man said.
"I can.
Just make me king and I will bring you meat."
The wolf gave the man the gold in his hand and led him back to the entrance of the forest.
"You will be king. Be my king and bring me human flesh.
If you do not satisfy my hunger for all time, I will eat your loved ones."
狼说。
你能满足我的饥饿感吗?
黄金不能满足我的饥饿感。
那人说。
"我可以。
只要让我成为国王,我就会给你带来肉。"
狼把手中的金子给了那人,并把他领回了森林的入口。
"你将成为国王。 做我的国王,给我带来人肉。
如果你不能永远满足我的饥饿感,我将吃掉你的亲人。"
↑を日記に書いた後に具合が悪くなって2週間伏せていた。
・熱はないが風邪のようだ。
・伏せている間、過去のトラウマがループしてとどめを刺しにくる。
・回復。月末になっていた。
・2週間twitterが更新されてなかったので生存確認の電話が実家から来た。(そう、実はtwitterを家族に監視されているのです)
Recent situation
Feeling worse on rainy days, which is getting worse every year.
Corona is occurring in the neighborhood (500m), which makes me restless.
I don't play Uma Musume, but I used to play Dabista once upon a time, so I'm curious about it.
I'm developing it every day. I've been looking for materials for Wolf.
↑After I wrote "up" in my diary, I got sick and had to stay down for two weeks.
I don't have a fever, but it seems like a cold.
While I was lying low, the trauma of the past kept coming back to haunt me.
Recovery. It was the end of month.
My parents called me to check if I was still alive since I hadn't updated my twitter for two weeks. (Yes, my family is actually monitoring my twitter.)
最近的情况
我在雨天感到不适,而且一年比一年严重。
There was a baby who was chosen to be the next "King of the Crown".
He was a king, but he had no territory.
The crowned king would perform eleven trials before the gods, so to speak, and he himself was the sacrifice.
The gods congratulated him on his birth and victory, and regretted his death.
It was a ritual that was repeated many times.
Half of the crowned kings were torn to pieces in the first ordeal, and the rest were cut down in the second ordeal, until only one reached the fifth.
That man died with honor.
If the crowned king fought well, the world was blessed; if not, it was cursed.
And the son of a witch was chosen to be the next King of the Crown.