CH 6 – “A Demon-like Angel or possibly an Angel-like Demon” – Reincarnated as a Dark Elf ~The strongest magician conquers a parallel world~

And thusly Celica succeeded in infiltrating the noble’s wedding ceremony.

Since she is the stand-in for the customary role of the flower girl, Celica can’t actually join the party.

But, nobles are not cheap. Even though Celica cannot join the party, she is able to help herself to the leftover food and is free to listen to the music that is coming from the assembly hall.

The point is Celica was thrown into a room adjoining the assembly hall. But, no one was watching her.

Since the princess is coming to the party the security was strict, but they did not have enough leeway to watch a 9-year-old girl.

Well, Celica is a cute young girl that is wearing a pink dress.

Even if she gathers attention due to her being cute, the adults are not wary of her.

The fact that such a lovely girl is planning such dastardly deeds is beyond the scope of the adults’ imagination.

Inevitably, she has more freedom to act.

After her mother patted her head and said “Be a good girl and stay here”, Celica began moving around the mansion as if those words disappeared from her memory.

She gathered as much information as she could, like the state of the party or the identity and last names of the attendee’s.

Of course, Celica gathered information on the princess that should be participating today, but there wasn’t a lot to go on pertaining that subject.

The reason being the imperial princess has difficulties dealing with high society and it seems she rarely participates in such functions.

I don’t know if it was because of her having a difficult attitude or not. I think being born into the royal family is troublesome, but I had no other impressions besides this.

But if the princess comes under the control of Celica, such naive thoughts will be purged.

The royal family’s job is to participate in high society and build connections with people.

Abandoning this, living with such carefree freedom is not acceptable of the royal house.
After I thought this, the training of the princess will be put off for a later date.

Now I must find her, feign a “chance” encounter, and get close to her. This is what is crucial at this point.

Celica searched every nook and cranny of the assembly hall and mansion.
But, after several hours passed all that hard work ended in vain.

She could not find the all-important princess.
No matter how much she searched she couldn’t find hide nor hair of the princess.
Could it be that the princess isn’t coming.
The moment she thought this, an announcement rang out through the assembly hall.

[The princess did come to the party but soon felt ill, so she returned to the palace…] Announcer

Celica immediately felt dejected without having to hear the rest of the announcement.

Honestly, for what reason did I dress up in such an embarrassing outfit and sneak into this event.

Isn’t everything I’ve done today nothing more than the foolish antics of a clown. As she whispered this, she became so mad she could spit.
Since the noble’s home is covered in an expensive looking carpet she didn’t do it.

But, she still wanted to vent her stress so she looked for a place where no one is and she could be by herself.

Celica could see a balcony.
There she could complain to her hearts content and spit as much as she wants.
As she thought this and snuck into the balcony she immediately regretted her decision.
The moment she leans forward on the balcony to spit several men entered the area.

Celica could tell these men were nobles or part of the privileged class in this country by the fashionable clothes they were wearing.

The men put a barrier when they entered the balcony to hide them from prying eyes.
It is a magical barrier that stops one’s voice from being heard outside of the area.
And a tough looking bodyguard was standing guard and blocking the entrance to the balcony.
This way they can block curious intruders and foreign spies.

From the pie hole within their well-maintained moustaches they praised their own preparedness.
Honestly what stupid actions.
Even if you block the sound of one’s voice, if you can see the person’s mouth you can derive the contents of the conversation to some extent.
It’s a technique called lip-reading.

(TL Note: Yay, I learned a new Japanese word “読唇術” I will never use in a normal conversation.)

Also, a barrier is effective for those who try and enter from the outside but it’s ineffective for those who are already inside the barrier.

As proof of this the men paid no attention to the table that was already on the balcony, and they didn’t notice the girl wearing a pink dress who was hiding under the white tablecloth of said table.

Celica thought the men were both stupid and hilarious but she didn’t make fun of the men in front of her.

Thanks to them being stupid and hilarious she was able to attain some valuable information.

So, the men spoke about the information Celica wanted to know.

[It seems the imperial princess has retreated from this mansion.]

[Maybe she caught wind of our sinister plans.]

[Now now, Sir Cowell, calling it sinister plans will ruin our reputation. All we did was invite the princess, and waiting for this opportunity we would ask her to resolve herself to the important battle with our neighboring country.]

[But after inviting her, you did plan to have Princess Lunelize killed, correct?] Cowell

[That is not true. I would have her die and become a guardian angel to protect our beloved country.]

[Aren’t you the eloquent speaker. Dear sir if you didn’t have a close relationship with the person responsible for the production of weapons, I would almost believe you.] Cowell

[Dear sir, are you not also a member of the family that has for generations served in the royal knights]

As the laid criticizing remarks on each other, there was no sign of hatred or joking in their speech.

These men with showing any hesitation, or pangs of conscience, planned to kill Princess Lunelize.

From the way they were speaking, it seems a military official is in under the table dealings with a weapons company. But more important than that, at this rate Celica’s one strand of hope, Lunelize, will be killed.

All of Celica’s plans will need to be greatly revised
But, she didn’t want to immediately jump out and punish the evildoers.

Instead of this, Celica was thinking how she could use this to her advantage to start her on her way to a successful life

[…Honestly, this is unforgivable, even for someone like me.] Celica

These are not words regretting that she is selling her soul by engaging in such evil actions.
Celica only regrets that she must rely on such inferior people.

[I am embarrassed that I, for a second, considered joining these fools who plan to kill the girl and then wait for the government to take action. This calls for me to go back to my original plan.] Celica

As Celica thought this she waited for the evildoers to finish their secret meeting and then tailed one of them.

Either one was fine.

In any case, Celica aimed for the first man who left and followed after him.

That man must have drunk quite a lot of beer at the party.
With a bright red face, as if a sign of him needing to pee, the man headed to the bathroom.
With an uncertain gait, the man refused the need for the bodyguard to join him.

[Hey now, I’m not the one that needs protecting, right.] Drunk man

The man laughed.

Now,” the one that needs guarding the most is the princess, huh” is what the man was probably implying while laughing. But his actions will backfire on him.

After several minutes the man was attacked by a demon like little girl.

In the men’s restroom near the assembly hall, the man who was relieving himself was suddenly staggering.

At first the man thought that he was drunk, but then he realized that he was wrong.
He felt a dull pain in his abdomen, and from there something warm was flowing out.
The man remembered this feeling.
He once fought on the battlefield.
It was when he was known as a colonel.

From that experience the man realized that the thing that was flowing from his stomach was actually blood.

[D, Dammit why am I…?] Drunk man

After he blurted these words, his voice wouldn’t come out anymore.

He fell to his side and at the same time some young lady, no a young lady who you would still call a child was sitting on top of the man.

The girl was in her underwear.

[…Why the hell is there a little girl in her underwear here?] Drunk man

As the man spit out that question, the girl answered him.

[What’s happening now is God’s will. Here I have stabbed you in the stomach and have placed a knife at your throat, dear sir. Earlier you were speaking of a plan to kidnap this country’s princess. This is all thanks to the fate of the ones called angel. Give up.] Celica

The young girl in nothing but her underwear continued speaking.

[By the way the reason for me being in my underwear was because I didn’t want to ruin my only good dress. To a noble it may look cheap, but it’s the most expensive article in my
household.] Celica

Also, after I kill you, I don’t want to be labeled a suspect.
Celica kept this to herself. There is nothing to gain letting the man know this.

[Now then, since I have a knife at your neck I’m sure you understand that I decide whether you live or die. You can call for help if you want, or use your body to throw me off. But dear sir let it be known, I will slit your throat open before you can blink an eye.] Celica

[……] Drunk man

The man used his silence to show he understood the position he was in

[Excellent. Dear sir, if you do not wish to die then properly answer my questions.] Celica

The man nodded.
It’s helps when things go easy like this.
Celica asked two things of the man who was silently pleading for his life.
The name of the mastermind of this plan and the location where this country’s princess will be attacked.
The former will be useful to know for the future.
The latter will immediately become useful to know.
But the man easily spilled the beans, and only this worried Celica.
Celica played a certain hand that would make the man more easily tell her his secrets.
Celica gagged the man, tied him up in straw rope, and laid him down faceup. She then paid close attention to his fingers.

[Did you know that when it comes to the sense of pain, the closer one gets to the extremities of the body, the more distinct the feeling of pain becomes. But despite this, since long ago it has been considered an established tactic to start torturing someone from their fingertips.] Celica

The man’s body twitched as he heard these words.

As a military man he understood these words and realized that something had just been stabbed in between his finger and nail.

[Now dear sir, exactly how many fingers will it be before you confess? I can’t wait.] Celica

[A,Aghh!] Drunk Man

The man tried to say something but I couldn’t understand him.

In the end, Celica stabbed six of his fingers with barbecue skewers until she realized something.

[Shoot, I never decided on what the signal will be for when you are ready to talk.] Celica

She woke up the man who had passed out and was foaming at the mouth. She succeeded in attaining the important information from the man.

Incidentally when she asked the man at which finger did he feel like confessing? The man responded in protest…

[I wanted to confess after the first finger!] Drunk man

[I see, so you bravely resisted somewhat, but you didn’t immediately give in like a coward. But with that attitude I sense that our little session is only somewhat complete. Either you should have stayed silent since you were going to die, or started talking before I even started torturing you.] Celica

[…?] Drunk man

The man seems to had some difficulties understanding her words.
Ugh, it seems this man’s sense of imagination seem to somewhat be lacking. Since Celica has no other choice she will explain to him her actions.

[There is no way I can let a noble who could become a witness against me leave here alive. Even if you confessed or didn’t confess, your fate to die here had already been sealed, dear sir.] Celica

As she stated this, Celica swiped her knife sideways.

As the knife easily entered the man’s neck, as if cured beef, bright red meat became visible.

From there an endless amount of blood spilled forth.

The man stared at her as if he had something to say, but Celica only responded.

[At least be reborn in the next life as a good person. If you do that then you won’t have to die in this way again.] Celica

Celica left him with these words. She then washed the blood from her hands in the sink, put her dress back on, and exited the restroom.

On the way back, Celica ran in ta maid she knew, a coworker of her mother, at that moment Celica’s smile didn’t falter.

She continued playing the part of a pure angel.


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CH 5 – “Experimental Cooking” – The Deadbeat Master and Genius Disciple’s Misunderstood Workshop

(Author’s Note: Sneaking in with a late-night upload.)

[Hmm! Ah!] Child

As Pochi happily dug around inside the black cape the child, who isn’t used to this since it’s their first experience, is crying out. I turned my back to them and started to nod to myself.

Pochi is the best~.

Of course one might be surprised by the springy texture at first.

But I’m sure you’ll immediately feel good.

Since pochi is always eating the scraps of medicinal herbs his treatment is good for the body, I also taught Pochi techniques to relieve stiff shoulders, so it perfect to warm up a body stiffened by the cold.

Being a guy who normally sleeps all the time on a hard bed and doesn’t exercise, even though I’m 27 years old sometimes I find my body creaking.

At these times, Pochi is a slime that real comes in handy.

As I was grumbling like an old man, I held the basket with the washed glass containers and arrived in front of the raw materials cabinet. I tilted my head.


[Ahh….] Child


For the food it’s annoying so the Braised Moa Pigeon I made yesterday will do, it is just dry meat and garbage vegetables with no flavor.

If I am to feed it to that child there isn’t enough nutrients.

Anyway, what’s the point of going to the trouble of swiping this kid if it will just collapse on me.

After being skinny for so long and having no stamina, making this child do something is impossible. Still I want this kid to start supporting me as soon as possible.

If I consider a miniscule amount of materials and a slight amount of effort as a prior investment to my future, then it’s all good.

As I thought this, I randomly took some preprocessed medicinal herbs and leaf buds, and the fresh carrots that the old lady forced on to me yesterday and placed them in my cart. (I am deeply puzzled at how she harvested these in the middle of winter from a kitchen garden.)

Then I made my way to the storage cabinet where the extracted liquids are lined up and tilted my head.


[Haaa!] Child


Is there anything that has a decent flavor and is nutritious.

Oh, let’s go with this. This bottle with a fish head floating in the liquid.

It’s not meant for cooking and I have no idea about the taste, but it has to be better than the bottles with snakes, frogs, or lizards.

As I thought this I poured some of the fish extract into the glass container. After this I thought I would give the child a little service and headed to the cabinet with the magically sealed bottles.

Among these bottles there is a magically sealed bottle that contains low quality purple magic gel. This is used to make healing potions. Using a syringe, I placed some drops of the gel in the food. (TL Note: 魔粘体 is the magic gel and it translates into magic sticky stuff. So I just made this gel if anyone has a better word let me know in the comments.)

…Let me at least explain what I’m putting in the food. After the practitioner dissolves materials in the alchemy pot, due to certain “magical concepts”, the “material’s effects” that are observed can be extracted. The materials that have had their “effects” removed remain at the bottom of the alchemy pot maintaining their physical composition. Any effects that couldn’t be analyzed or any magic substance that wasn’t extracted is also left separated in the alchemy pot.


[Uhhhh….!] Child


This is the same thing that occurs in the stomach of a slime following their own natural rules, furthermore alchemists have a technique that can extract the “effect” in a transient form known as “magic gel”.

And what I just put in the glass container, while not having a high purity, is a magic gel with an effect called “restoration” that will speed up a person’s natural healing ability by using their own mana.

By the way, the magical concept I mentioned earlier differs greatly based on the practitioner’s ability, sense, and knowledge. So, what really affects this is the hard work and talent of the alchemist.

When it comes to me not only do I not have the talent. I don’t even have to drive to put in any effort. Since I cannot extract anything of high-quality, I can only make mediocre products.

Even with this, it’s not like everyone can replicate these techniques, so I do make some money.

This is a perk of having a technical job. (TL Note: As in being an Alchemist is a job that requires a specific skill set that everyone doesn’t know. So he will always make money no matter how crappy of a job he does.)

…As I ramble on like this, instead of cooking it’s starting to feel like I’m preparing to do some alchemy. Well, that is all there is.


[…Nya…!] Child


For the food, this about enough materials…ingredients that I’ll use.

All that’s left is to take the food I made yesterday from the cold storage underneath the floor in the corner of the kitchen. If I combine the food with the stuff I just made and heat it should be ok.

So I quickly took the food and threw in some seasoning, then I stirred the meat and plants in the glass container, and used a magic tool to heat it up.

As it started to look ready, I gave it a taste.


The fish extract is slightly fishy and is overpowering the other flavors…


[….Yeah. Well, let’s cover it up with some liquor.] Granite

As I thought this I threw in the little cider I had and cooked off the alcohol.

[…Uh. It’s kind of sweet now.] Granite

As long as it’s nutritious and you can eat it, then anything is ok.

As long as you can eat it it’s ok, as long as you can eat it.

It should be ok since children like sweet things.


[……*collapse*] Child


Just as I finished preparing the food, the playful sounds of Pochi and the child that were coming from behind me stopped.

That’s some good timing, nice job Pochi.

As I thought this, I held the two hot glass containers with a cloth and turned around.

――And there in front of me was.

S,Someone died….!?

Of course there is no way that’s true.

There was a skinny girl that wasn’t even 10 years old with orange hair lying limp on the floor.

As she held the black cape I gave her tightly she stuck out her face which was beet red and she was breathing heavily.

Then when she realized I was looking at her, the corners of the girl’s eyes started to have tears run in them and she looked this way.

Her hair is a bit damp and there doesn’t seem to be any residue on her face.

Well when Pochi is preying on…that’s wrong. When Pochi is eating I trained it to leave as little mucus as possible. By the way after Pochi ate it’s fill, pochi immediately returned to the jar. So smart.

――But nevertheless.


[Ah? You were a girl?] Granite


Well to be honest, I don’t care about the gender, so I don’t care but.

When it comes to strength, a boy that has a lot of stamina might have been better.

However, it’s not like a girl would have a problem worth mentioning.

Besides that, the young girl that is looking up at me with eyes fill of resentment.

“What, so she can make expressions besides that expressionless stare”

I felt somewhat relieved as I thought this.

……Well you know.

If she had truly lost all of her emotions, dealing with her would be beyond my means.

If things had turned out as such, who knows how long it would take for her to finally start supporting me. That would indeed be troubling.

As I stood there nodding to myself, I called out to the girl.


[How are you? Do you feel refreshed?] Granite

[……Yes.] Child


Thanks to the medical effect of Pochi’s secretions color returned to the girl’s cheeks. I suddenly laughed as I looked down at the little girl who responded with eyes filled with resentment.

However, I knew that I shouldn’t show myself slacking off since we are at the stage where we still can’t talk to each other properly. So I put on the dignified look I practiced.

[Ok, next is food. Now let’s eat at that table over there.] Granite

As I said this, I gestured to the table where there was a piece of black bread and a jug of water.

Then, the girl seemed to finally smell the soup I was holding in my hand.


[Um…] Child


As the girl went between looking at me and then the soup in my hands again and again. She let out a small voice while looking bewildered.

What? I’m sure she is hungry. I don’t understand this girl.

She should act like a brat from the slums and just start eating.

I’m the kind of person who is annoyed when someone is reserving themselves when I try to do something for them.

By the way, anyone who acts like it’s obvious for people to do stuff for them are also very annoying.

I can’t believe this. Who does she think she is? (TL Note: This dude needs to chill)


[What’s wrong? Hurry up before it gets cold.] Granite


I said this while rushing her as I made my way to the table first. I put the soup on the table and sat down. Then I poured some water on the rye bread and forcefully tore some off.

The child sat where she was and stared at me with a frozen expression. After a while she slowly stood up.

At first she slowly walked over but then broke into a short run. She didn’t seem used to sitting at a table as she climbed the high chair. Then she at the place in front of me. (TL Note: She is 10 years old now, so I imagine she is too small to sit in a chair normally without climbing into it.)

As the girl was slightly shaking she stared at the piping hot soup and the torn rye bread in front of her, I called out to her.


[If you don’t dip the rye bread in the soup, the bread is really hard. …Oh maybe you don’t know how to use the cutlery? You cut it like this.] Granite


In order to show her an example I took some of the meat with my fork and took a bite as I soaked the rye bread in the soup.

As the girl sat there silently watching me, she finally mimicked what I did and as she took a bite…

――Tears rolled down from her eyes, she had a calm expression as if she was a saint.

Tears rolled down her sunken cheeks.

Without wiping away the tears, all she did was eat her food, hands shaking, and with an expression as if she happy from the bottom of her heart.

I wanted to ask her several things while we ate, but after seeing her like this all I could do was stare while not saying a word.

So after some time past, the young girl finished the soup and cleaned her plate.

Whether it’s thanks to the “restorative” effects, the medicinal herbs, or the secretions of Pochi who diligently covered her skin.

Compared to how she was when I first met her she seems like a different person. The young girl who has the life returned back to her wipes her tears. Even though she was expressionless just a while ago now as I stared at her she had a smile.

In those clear green eyes that were looking at me I couldn’t sense any of the emptiness from before.

To be honest, how can such a young girl change so drastically is beyond me. I pondered this to myself.

Did I do something?

All I did was clean her up, and gave her some food I just threw together.

That’s all I did there is no reason for her to have a face that says “thank you for saving me.”.

Yeah, it’s ok since she seems easy to deal with.

Well, it’s ok.

I’m sure due to the slime massage and her stomach being full she is just acting strange.

It happens. It happens.

For example, if I am gambling while drinking and I use all my money when I’m on a roll. I feel awesome at that moment even though I know I will regret it later.

The fact that in exchange for this brief moment of happiness you will work for my sake is something you will come to regret.

As I thought of such horrible things, the girl has been quiet for a while. So I decided to put on a serious face and continue the conversation but right before this.

Before I could say anything the girl spoke.


[Um…] Child


Thanks to finally getting some food, the child’s voice finally started to sound high-pitched like someone her age.

Then the girl with a smile on her faced jumped off from the chair.


[What’s wrong? Do you need to use the restroom?] Granite

She grasped the cape and made her way toward me. And she looked at me as I called out to her.

[….Magician-sama. Since before, have you been, doing that, on purpose?] Child (TL Note: Ok so this is weird. The author doesn’t use kanji for when the girl is talking only hiragana {one of the phonetic alphabets}. So, I took this as her speaking in a weird way, so I will break up her sentences with commas to accurately represent this.)

[What? What do you mean since before? I have done nothing on purpose.] Granite

[Ha. No,… it’s nothing. Um… Magician-sama, I am ready.] Child

The girl gulped as she said this and made a soft yet weird smile.

I wanted to ask what did she mean by “I’m ready”. But she continued speaking right before I could open my mouth.

――The next words out of her mouth left me dumbfounded.

[Magician-sama. Thank you, so much for, everything. The food was, very, very, good. I am very happy, for all the, ways you have, saved me tonight. That’s why, now it’s my, turn to give something. Please… ] Child

[Use me, as a sacrifice!] Child

[…???] Granite


What the hell is this girl saying??

I became silent without thinking and I stared at the girl’s face looking for some sort of answer.

Sacrifice? As in sacrificing someone right. Where did she get that idea, that’s so scary…

Why would I do something that I would never be able to take back as long as I live.

Even thought my motto is “Be honest to my desires, but be that as it may avoid anything troublesome”.

As I wondered what this child was thinking, one of the skulls in my room came into my field of vision.





No way, you’ve got to be kidding me. I am such an idiot.

Would someone normally make such a basic mistake?

Taking everything that’s happened into account, you can understand just how lacking my powers of imagination really are.


She must think I am some sort of dangerous magician or something.

Since I stood there silently while I frantically worked my normally unused brain, the little girl in front of me desperately tried to maintain her smile as tears welled up in her eyes.

As I realized this, I hurriedly opened my mouth.


[Uh, well you see――] Granite

[Am I, not able, to be of use, to magician-sama!] Child

[No, that’s not it――] Granite

[Please! If it’s for, the magician-sama, who took my hand, I will give everything I have! But the only thing, I have to give is myself! That’s why!] Child

[Doing something so dangerous is…] Granite

[I, I don’t want, my life to end while, I’m alone! Please.] Child


T,This kid… She keeps talking over meeee!!

She’s doing it on purpose, right?! I can’t explain myself like this!!

And what the hell do you mean by “wanting to become a sacrifice”, I have no idea what she’s trying to say.

Please speak using words and reasoning that I understand!!

Ha, my stomach has started to hurt… Please, just listen to what I am trying to say!

――After shaking off the shock I stood up and tried to hold down the young girl who must being going through some trip. (TL Note: The author actually uses the word トリップ as if he is implying she is tripping after getting high. I left it in even though it’s kind of weird.)


[I will become a sacrifice!] Child


As the little girl said this she threw the black cape to the ground.

Now she is butt-naked and running to the heated alchemy pot.


What are you saying?!?!?!?!

What the hell do you mean “I’ll become a sacrifice”!?!

The only person in the whole world who is unlucky enough to hear that is me.

This girl, everything she does is extreme. (TL Note: Granite probably means how she was super scary when he met her, then all of the crying with the food and now all the talk about sacrificing herself. I kind of agree…)


[Hey, wait. Calm down!!!] Granite


As I shouted this the little girl used the chair to jump over the table. I chased after the surprisingly fast girl but she had already arrived near the alchemy pot, there was no way I would reach her in time.

I felt time slow down.

Inside of this slowed down time, “Ah, this is how my life is going to end…” is what I thought as I was eerily. I laughed and sighed.

There is no way a coward like me could withstand being a criminal.

Goodbye, the carefree life of my dreams. Hello, the life of a criminal…

――With this I helplessly gave up on living but then.

The situation reached an unforeseen conclusion.


[Waah] Child


There was a skull lying near the alchemy pot.

Then the young girl who had volunteered to sacrifice herself stepped on the skull and fell over.

As I watched this happen I thought.

Life can drag you down to the bottom or save you with just the littlest things.


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CH 5 – “Pink Dress” – Reincarnated as a Dark Elf ~The strongest magician conquers a parallel world~

TL Note: Yay more 1st and 3rd person musically chairs. I am so happy…….

Lunelize Von Grantz.
She is a beautiful princess with golden hair.
She is 9 years old, the same as me.
Her facial features are similar to mine.
The only difference is our races and the color of our hair.
She is a human child, the daughter of the current emperor.
Celica is an elf child, and she is a half-breed dark elf.

Lunelize blond hair and fair white skin seems like the very opposite of Celica’s silver hair and dark skin.

It’s just like the head and tails of a coin.
There is no way for me to not think like that.
(TL Note: Yay double negatives.) 

Two people who would normally never meet and their lives would normally never intertwine.

If these two met, became acquainted, and became friends, it would show how life is truly mysterious

――But then this is Celica’s plan, also this plan has yet to be put into action.

[Still, I will definitely execute my plan. If I can get this Lunelize girl under my command.] Celica

Then Celica would enter into the military elementary school and proceed into the military academy.
If she thinks about it, winning over one little girl should pose no difficulties.
In order for Celica to make good on her own promise, she began to pester her mother.

[Mother, there is supposed to be a wedding at the noble’s house you work at right? Please take me.] Celica

Her mother was bewildered by the sudden pestering of her daughter.

[What’s with you all of a sudden?] Celica’s mother

[I can’t go? I want to see the beautiful bride.] Celica

[Celica wants to see the bride, huh. Hoho. Celica is definitely a girl.] Celica’s mother

That was a response that made Celica want to puke.
Why would anyone want to see a bride?
All Celica wants to see is the imperial princess that will be coming to the wedding ceremony.

Lunelize is well known so Celica heard that she would be participating from her mother.

Celica has no interest in the bride, groom or any of the delicacies form all over that will be served there.

All that she cares about it her own life.
So, she added to her earlier request.

[So, it’s ok right? You know the person who stands in front of the bride and throws petals. I want to do that.] Celica

[Do you mean the flower girl?] Celica’s mother

[Yeah, that.] Celica

Flower girl, what a shitty name. I don’t want to do it, but I need an excuse for me to slip in.

[But that position has already been decided. The daughters of a distinguished noble and a merchant will be the flower girls.] Celica’s mother

[But sometimes people get sick the day of the ceremony, right? Since the princess is coming it would be disrespectful if there aren’t enough flower girls. Won’t there be a need for an emergency stand-in.] Celica

[…You might be right. Maybe I will as the butler Hans-san.] Celica’s mother

But don’t get your hopes up. Is what her mother continued to say.
I won’t’ do that is how she responded to herself.
The fact is Celica’s mother is a maid at a noble’s house and the princess was coming to said house.
This is a once in a lifetime chance.
If she lets this opportunity go by, the chance for poor dark elf girl Celica to meet the princess will never come again.
To let this, go by would be outrageous.
Celica will do all she can.
In a soft voice, Celica pulled on her mother’s arm.

[Please wait before you ask Hans-san.] Celica

[Why?] Celica’s mother

[Now is a very busy time, right? That’s why I think next week Monday is better.] Celica

[You’re right. The weekends are busy.] Celica’s mother

As the ceremony approaches they will become busier.

But if we tell the butler this great plan now, he will definitely ask a daughter of a good house to be the backup flower girl.
If we don’t propose this idea right before the ceremony that all of this will be for nothing.

At that point if they realize they need a flower girl that late that is when the daughter of servant will be chosen.

Actually, Celica was able to hold back her mother from asking right away. And then 3 days before the ceremony when her mother presented this idea to the butler, just as she predicted he chose Celica as the flower girl.

There were other servants who has daughters, but I was chosen since I am known for being beautiful.

I have never once been thankful for being born a girl, but that day only I was thankful for being born a beautiful girl.

But then, that only lasted one day.
The next day. My mother took me out into the town.
My mother then said this.

[Celica, let’s buy you a dress.] Celica’s mother

It was at this time I first realized.

If I am to participate in a wedding, I would have to wear a fluttering dress.

This is a disgrace, and absolute disgrace.

Just as Celica had become accustomed to sitting down when using the restroom, she has not been able to deal with wearing a skirt and a breeze blowing between her legs.
In this parallel world it is weird for girls to wear pants, so she has had no choice but to wear a skirt. But up until now she has yet to wear a dress.

You could say it was her last vestige of pride that she defended, you could also say that the opportunity never presented itself until now.

[Shit, what do I have to wear a dress?] Celica

As she screamed inside of her head, there is no way she is getting out of wearing a dress.
You cannot wear normal clothes at the wedding ceremony of a noble.
Putting on a dress is an absolute condition.

Since there is no other choice Celica resigned myself, she was taken to a second-hand clothes store. For 3 hours her mother made her change clothes like a doll.

[Celica is just as cute as a doll. Since you don’t have any interest in western clothes, the chance to do this rarely comes.] Celica’s mother

Her mother pulled out all the stops.
And Celica stood there as if her soul was ripped out of her.

[Is that right?]
[I think the cheapest one would be fine.]

This is all that Celica said.

In the end, the dress that was picked for her was a one-piece pink dress.

Celica’s brown skin and silver hair shine in this dress, is the reason that were given to her. But when she looked at the price she was startled.

Isn’t it too expensive?
As Celica sent a protesting stare to her mother, she responded happily.

[Since Celica never asks me to buy a toy, or take you on a trip, or anything that a normal child would. This is the only time I can splurge and get you something nice.] Celica’s mother

Honestly, this is why women are just too much.
There is no way Celica would want something like a toy.

What Celica wants isn’t a dress or a toy, but the power and authority to control this country.

Compared to this, satisfaction from physical things leaves something to be desired.
As Celica thought such harsh things, she made her way home with her mother.




CH 4 – “Solitude” – The Deadbeat Master and Genius Disciple’s Misunderstood Workshop

(TL Note: I had some real problems with this chapter so sorry for being a bit late.)

The only people who understand the loneliness that comes from solitude are people who aren’t alone.

After 5 years, I have come to understand this.

Through hard times, sad times and happy…times.

I, who had no memory from before wondered why I was in this place called the slum district. All I did was live day to day as an empty shell.

There was one person who was with me.

I don’t know that person’s name.

She was an old woman who was very up in age, and as I think on it now she was looked like a ghostly apparition.

That’s how the old woman looked to me.

With a wrinkled face she was always cursing the world, and she was always staring at something no one could see while spitting insults. But when I brought her scraps of food she would have a warm smile on her face and she would tell me many stories.

The tales of the saint in service of God.

The tales of the hero who battled evil.

And then, the simple everyday tales of people living their lives.

To me, who was truly empty inside, I looked up to all of the characters in those stories equally.

But at the same time, they made me question many things.

——The saint who served God.

The person who in the end was betrayed by the people and was executed for a crime they didn’t commit. At the very end they were able to pray to god with a calm expression.

Why was the saint able to serve God to that extent?

Why was the saint able to think of others to such a fervent extent?

I could not understand this.

——The hero who battled evil.

The hero who fought the demon king, who can be said to be the origin of all calamity, lost many of that person’s comrades in the battle.

Taking up the thoughts of his comrades who were cut down, that hero splendidly won the fight.

Why did the hero and their comrades take part in such a dangerous battle?

Then even if the hero took up the feelings of their fallen comrades, how did the hero feel after winning a battle that took the their comrades dying to accomplish it?

I could not understand this.

—— And at last, the simple everyday tales of people living their lives.

People who spend their days laughing and arguing in a warm household, or gathering food while working together with their neighbors strengthening their bonds.

Exactly what is a warm household?

Exactly what is family?

Laughing and arguing, what kind of actions are these?

I could not understand this.

Of course, at that time I was unable to think and question my surroundings in such clear words.

Instead of questioning, my feelings of admiration were probably stronger.

But even then, there is no mistake that my past-self had accumulated many questions in my heart.

Since I didn’t understand anything, I flooded the old woman with questions.

Why? Why? Why? There were times when the old woman was able to answer my flood of questions, there were times when I became angry, there were times I even became violent.

——But at that time, my own “simple everyday life” certainly gave me something.

After 2 years of living in the slums, I clearly remember that time.

This happened in the summer around 6 months before the cold winter night I met my master.

It’s easy to survive in the summer.

At any rate, since its warm, grass grows well and there are a lot of bugs.

It rains often so it’s easy to get drinking water, and you can wash yourself.

Tee hee, well this is why the summer is comfortable.

The people who lived in the main streets bathed in sunlight always made a face and left whenever they met eyes with me. As I stretched out my hand to pick up food scraps the people would yell “Filthy, get out of here” and shoo me away.

Yet I didn’t resent them.

To me, who was empty inside and didn’t know anything, they were like the characters of the stories I loved. So of course, there would be incredibly cold to me.

Maybe I felt guilty for entering such a pretty place even if it’s in order to get food.

Even though I’m talking about myself, I was too ignorant at that time.

At that time, I should have lived with my head held high. After being taught every day by my master who is independent and allows no one to get in his way. This is what I thought.

Haha, I seem to have gone off track.

Well it can be helped. Even I have times where I want to talk about my past.

Anyway, during one summer that was supposed to be easy to survive, that incident happened.

As usual, I went and got food for myself and the old lady, as I was heading back to the dilapidated house without a roof that the old lady was always in. I discovered some black birds flying in the direction I was heading to.

——I had a bad feeling.

Underneath where those black birds fly, there is always someone who for any number of reasons has died.

The old man who only once gave me a piece of sweet fruit.

The one-handed boy who once in a while I passed by in the street.

The woman who whenever I saw her would constantly circle the base tall pillars.

All of them, where pecked at by those birds after they…..

As my past-self thought this, I looked up to the sky and closed my eyes then I opened them.

Then, I, who never tries to waste my stamina, started running and made my way to the dilapidated house.

——As I arrived I saw a squirming black mass.

Actually, everything past that I don’t really remember.

But I sure not much time passed, then for some reason the birds scattered and flew away. And fortunately, in front of me laid the surprisingly clean corpse of the old woman.

Yes, it was truly fortunate.

Because now I can put the clean old woman in a grave just like how it was in the stories.

As I felt relieved while thinking this. I felt an itch as something passed under my eyes then my cheek and finally reached my chin.

What is this?

Just as I thought this, I placed my hand on my face. It was water.

Was it raining? I honestly didn’t understand what this meant, so I looked up to the sky.

The weather was good. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky above the broken home.

As I tilted my head, this my throat began to shake.

[No…, No…]

Behind my weirdly calm conscience there was someone crying.

That is when I began to realize.

Oh, am I possibly crying? Is this what you call sadness?

When I realized this I finally started to honestly cry my eyes out.

That right. I started to think that maybe this is what the hero from the story felt.

——From then on, I truly became an empty shell.

Even though I was also as it may, and even if the old woman didn’t even recognize me as a person.

Even so I was with someone, and when that person was gone I learned of “loneliness”.

Even though I lost the will to live and yet did not have the courage to die, all I did was aimlessly passed the time until that cold winter night when I met my master.


[—— To you, o’ young child that has been completely abandoned by this world. To you, o’ lost child who no one ones how many more nights more you will see. Take my hand. Offer me your body and become of use to me. —— If you do this, I shall offer you modest salvation.] Granite

There stood a magician who wore a black cape and held a staff with a skull attached to it.

Honestly speaking, even appearing suddenly in front of me I didn’t think the person was scary… at all.

But the word’s that person said, shook my feeling after such a long time.

I was truly surprised at that person who put their hand to me who was filthy.

Even though it’s the first time we’ve met his words were like he could suddenly see through me.

Unlike the other people from outside the slums he held out his hand to me even though I’m dirty.

It was as if he was an evil magician that had come out of a story. But to me who has no connections in this world, “He sought and reached out his hand to someone like me.” this alone made me feel good.

It doesn’t matter what he does to me.

It doesn’t matter if I met some terrible end just like the characters in the stories.

It doesn’t matter if I’m killed.

――Even so, at that point it felt right to give him everything I could.

As I took his hand, the magician had a disturbing smile as he thought of something.

However, the magician was nice to me.

He adjusted the length of his black cape that was still warm and wrapped me in it.

He saw that I was walking barefoot, and he ripped his hood into two and wrapped my feet.

As we made our way to our destination he made sure to match his steps with mine and slowly walked with me.

Of course, this was just him being considerate so his important “material” won’t be damaged.
Since I still had a child’s mind this is the first time someone has shown me good will and not since losing the old women I felt my feelings coming back after such a long, long time.

(TL Note: Basically, Shar here thinks that she will be used in some weird experiment and that is why she talks about herself as a some sort of material.)


We passed some people who looked like they were doing something scary. We then finally reached the magician’s house.

He waved at me to come inside and,

“Ah. Of course, this is what will happen to me”

At that moment I gave up.

All over the room, there were bones that could be seen as coming from a child scattered about.

Inside of the large pot there were human bones floating.

The magician slowly lit a fire underneath that pot.

―― Yeah. From the slums to now I have indeed received enough “salvation”.

In that case, it’s now my turn to give.

As I thought this, I felt refreshed as I made my way to the magician who had turned toward me.
…. No, that was a lie.

Even though I was so scared my body could shake, running from here and I would lose my last connection to anyone then dying all alone was much scarier to me. That’s why I was able to move forward.

As I stood there the magician said finally said his last words to me.

[You will be taught alchemy by ――] Granite


I will have you become a sacrifice, so I can become even greater! Or something like that….

As I was almost brought to tears from the fear I was feeling, I remembered the story of the saint and wanted to be dignified to the end, so I stiffened my face.

But what came next almost knocked me off of my feet.

[You will be taught alchemy by —-. …Ugh…this smell and filth…this is bad…] Granite


Well it’s because I was in a place where I couldn’t afford such luxuries.

Even though I went to the trouble of coming to terms with what was going to happen, I have to be honest and say that me at that time was somewhat annoyed.
This might be the first emotion I remember having.

If you’re going to sacrifice me then hurry about and do it! Even though I’m scared don’t insult me in such a weird way!

I started to have such idiotic thoughts.

From then on since I was too scared, and it was impossible to say this. [My feelings, let them reach the magician!!] as I thought this I stared at the magician’s eyes, he then started to speak.
[First let’s wash your body. Wait a bit.] Granite

I nodded with a stern expression.

As the magician turned his back to me and made his way to a pot in the corner of the room, he returned with something semi-transparent that was squirming and attached to his arm.


I was confused by the disgusting object I’ve seen for the first time. The magician said this.

[Now, please use this. When you become clean you will feel good.] Granite


Use what? That thing? Huh? How?

He said wash? What?

As I opened my eyes wide and started to panic, as the magician pushed the horrifying object toward me as he grinned and said.

[What, you can speak? There is no need to hold back. After having Pochi eat the dirt off of you, the refreshed feeling you will experience is something you can’t get anywhere else. Come now.] Granite


Even as my heart screamed out my body would no longer move as I wished.

[Fue?!……ah…..!?!?! ]

As the slimy object entered the black cloak that the magician had given me, even though I had clothes on underneath it started to cling to all the parts of my body except my face. It started to crawl all over my body like a work and suck on my skin.

[!?!? Ahh!]

Without thinking I squatted down and started to scream.

The magician completely ignored me and moved to a different shelf and started rummaging around.

Oh, I don’t care anymore just hurry up and sacrifice me already!!

As I started to want to cry I started to say this, but all the came out of my mouth was the screams from having my skin rubbed and sucked on.


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CH 4 – “Aiming to be a Solider” – Reincarnated as a Dark Elf ~The strongest magician conquers a parallel world~

(TL Note: Someone mentioned how short the chapters were. I’m not cutting them up the author just tends to write like this.)

As 4 years passed, Celica Desself became old enough to be called a young girl.
She was under 140 centimeters tall but for a girl of her age this was normal. (TL Note: Around 4 ½ feet tall for us Americans.)

But, elves don’t usually grow up to be very tall, so there is a possibility that she won’t grow to be any taller than this.

Even though she is a bit worried about this, height does not equal strength, so she decided to not worry about it.

The strength Celica is aiming for isn’t brute strength, but political strength that can subdue many people and leadership strength. This the kind of strength that she yearns for.

Height has nothing to do with this.
That is why a body larger than this is not necessary.
There is no reason to grow any taller than this.
What she needs now more than anything is a light to brighten her future.
How will she take over this world? That is all that is going through her head.
God told her to take over this world.
She was tasked with becoming the dictator of this world.
And she intends to follow this command.

Ever since being reborn into this world, establishing herself and obtaining her place in this world was a given.

Laws like human rights haven’t taken root yet here as in her previous world.
To guarantee her health and happiness, she needs power.

In order to obtain this, instead of becoming a land baron or a rich merchant by making complicated plans, it’s better to aim for the top of this country, no the world.

If I take over the top, then at least I won’t be attacked from the people there.

There is no reason for Celica to be troubled by inept bosses here in this world as she was in her previous one.

Even though reaching the top is the best environment, it is impossible to achieve this overnight. For such a careful plan a thousand days’ worth of planning is needed.

Consequently, ever since she was born into this world, Celica has thought of only how obtain power.

Living in her previous world was easy.
All you needed to do was get good grades on paper tests, get into a good school, and get into a good company.
And if you do this, no matter how inept you may be, you are promised a good life.

Another way to think of it is if you are capable, a child from a poor home can become a politician, or an entrepreneur.

Depending on your talents, you can deal with it.
But this parallel world is different.
This world’s cultural level is low.
Your station in society is fixated.
The child of a farmer will become a farmer. The child of a bricklayer will become a bricklayer, just the same as a child of a noble will become a noble.
Social classes are fixated and not fluid.
How can you make something of yourself in a world like this?
Celica worried over this since she was young and after coming this far, she has collected her thoughts.

[I have no choice but to become a soldier.] Celica.

This is the only conclusion she could come to.
Being a career officer is the only way for a poor person to succeed in life.

Your station in life is fixated in this world, but only soldiers can break through this.

Of course, even though there are enough idiotic sons of nobles to shake a stick at in the upper echelons of the army. There are also many capable poor people there as well.

This is the kind of world Celica is in. Especially this country who is surrounded by enemies on all sides. If the soldiers were not capable, the country itself would not be able to remain intact.

It’s natural that eventually this country would recognize true strength.

[Well luckily this world has the general notion of magic. And I have this tremendous magic power and my intellect. If I can just get into a military school, then I can somehow make it work.] Celica

This wasn’t an exaggeration or prideful boasting, only the simple truth.

The only problem is how I would get into the military school.

At the military academy if you are skilled you can receive a scholarship, but that hurdle is without a doubt difficult to overcome.

It seems you must enter a military elementary school and attain excellent marks.
The problem is how will I enter such a facility?

Of course, with careful planning and preparation to enter the school at a young age, she stuffed this world’s common sense and education into her head. Even then there was information that Celica was unable to easily attain.

This is due to fact that Celica is a girl.

Military Elementary School has a fixed number of applicants. And entering as a girl is quite difficult.

Even if the army recognizes true strength, that’s only when it comes to men. For women, it’s still very difficult.

In the middle of being impoverished due to war, the army probably finds little merit in raising female soldiers.

If there is time to do that, then it’s better to raise girls to be good wives who will protect the home and have many children is better for the country.

Honestly, what an archaic way of thinking. But it is a logical in a way, so I have to at least acknowledge it.

[Even if I acknowledge it that doesn’t mean I have to agree with it.] Celica

Now after becoming a girl, there has been no greater hurdle than this.
At least let there be an exception for a genius like me.

Even if I grabbed the emperor and prime minister by the back of their necks and demanded change, there is little that can be done.

Celica began to realistically plan how she would enter that school.

This place recognizing true strength and being practical are points that will work in my favor.

What I laid my eyes on was the newspaper that was lying in front of me. Made from high-class paper, it was the St. Elfshizum times.

(TL Note: サン・エルフシズム is the name and I had to make up the spelling for this word. I apologize if it looks dumb.)

There was a cute girl on the front page.
This cute girl is my key to entering the academy.
Celica whispered the name of the child who will become her meal ticket.

[The 27th Emperor Lambert Von Grantz’s 4th princess Lunelize.]

She is the girl who will help Celica get onto to the track to success.


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