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This story has been fan-translated by twstarchives. This translation was based off the scripts from the Japanese version of the game. |
| What Shape Do You Think It Is? | ||
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| Cafeteria | ||
Epel  |
Whew, I’m done…
An apple carving… Vil’s gonna have to be satisfied with quality like this. I was worried when he told me he wanted to see one all of a sudden, but I think I carved this apple bird pretty well. | |
| *Footsteps...* | ||
Sebek  |
You Pomefiore student over there. Is the seat next to you free? | |
Epel |
Oh, you're Class D's... Sebek, right? Yeah, go ahead. | |
Sebek |
Thank you. The cafeteria is so crowded during lunchtime; it's hard to find a seat.
...Hm? WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT APPLE?!?! | |
Epel |
I-It's real startlin' when you yell outta the blue like that...! | |
Sebek |
What a beautiful apple bird... It looks like it could just spread its wings and fly away from the plate right now! | |
Epel |
Yes, it's an apple carving. | |
Sebek |
Oh? It's incredible. Absolutely something I'd want to offer the Young Master. | |
Epel |
The Young Master? | |
Sebek |
The great dorm leader leading over our Diasomnia, Lord Malleus Draconia! | |
Epel |
Oh. The way you refer to him sounds like something out of a historical drama... | |
Sebek |
Is that apple your dessert for after lunch? | |
Epel |
No, I'm not going to eat this. It's a carving I'm giving to Vil. | |
Sebek |
I see, so it's for Pomefiore's dorm leader. That's a shame, but I understand...
Well, let's just find the chef and have him make another one! | |
Epel |
Chef? The one who carved this? | |
Sebek |
Yes. Could you tell me who it was? | |
Epel |
Oh, that would be me... | |
Sebek |
What?! You made this...? | |
Epel |
Vil asked me to make it for him.
I was telling him that my family sent some fruit from home, and he said he wanted to eat them in their most beautiful state. | |
Sebek |
You must come from a noble background, if you're receiving such glistening fruits from home. | |
Epel |
U-Um, n-not really... | |
Sebek |
You're Pomefiore's, er... | |
Epel |
I'm Epel. Epel Felmier. | |
Sebek |
I see! Epel Felmier. Can you make anything else besides birds? | |
Epel |
I guess I can. Several others. | |
Sebek |
Hm. Would you mind showing me some other carvings of yours? | |
Epel |
Is it 'cause you want to give one to your Young Master? | |
Sebek |
Of course, that will always be my No.1 reason. But I genuinely just want to see.
It's a wonderful talent. I'm curious! | |
Epel |
...You are?
Okay, then how about this? | |
| *Carve carve* | ||
Sebek |
Ooh. A rose! It's so detailed! Those thin layers you cut look just like actual petals! | |
Epel |
I can also do this... | |
| *Carve carve carve* | ||
Sebek |
Is that...a castle? How magnificent! You even carved spires and windows into it! | |
Epel |
And this one's my specialty... | |
| *Carve carve carve* | ||
Epel |
What shape do you think it is? | |
Sebek |
I-Is this... an apple? | |
Epel |
Hehe, wrong. It's not an ordinary apple. It's a poisoned apple. | |
Sebek |
What?! Depicting an apple on an apple—that's so innovative!
Would you be so kind as to let me have this poisoned apple? | |
Epel |
Sure. | |
Sebek |
Thank you!
I'm astonished that you have such a beautiful skill... | |
Epel |
Apples don't sell if they're bruised or if their stems are broken, even if they taste good.
So I tried to find ways through trial and error to make those apples look beautiful enough for people to eat, and finally settled with... apple carving. I cut my fingers over and over again until I got good at it. My family always smiled and said they could get by even if I couldn't do it, but I'd hate myself if I just gave up. So when I finished the first carving I actually did well, I went around to show everyone in my village... Ah... I started rambling about unimportant things... I guess. | |
Sebek |
Not at all. I'm thoroughly impressed! Not just your skill, but that spirit of yours is admirable as well! | |
Epel |
...Thank you.
Next time they send me apples, I'll make another one for you... maybe. | |
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