Violant of the SilverPrologue

Translator: mii

Editor: sleepchaser pdcnbj

A drop of red fell onto the snow.

“Erik, why?” said a boy with a hoarse voice. He stared at the man before him. Those drops turned into a pool of blood at his feet. His feet quivered, perhaps due to his injuries, perhaps from the cold. No, the boy knew the reason. It was because of his trembling heart.

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“Why…?!”

He couldn’t believe it.  p2wDe3

Before his eyes, a man stared down at him, holding a sword wet with blood. The wounds on the boy’s belly burned hot like fire. Even so, he still didn’t want to believe it.

The man was a knight who had pledged his loyalty to him.

Today had been just like any other day. They ate snacks, took a stroll, laughed at some random things. The boy had believed that tomorrow would be the same…

Until just a few minutes ago. 

“Why, you ask?” Laughter spilled from the man’s lips. 

His smile was cold, full of ridicule. Never had the boy seen such an expression on the man’s face. The boy truly despised the way he laughed now. He wanted to punch the man to stop him from laughing, but he couldn’t move.

“Because you’re a member of the Lesserhain family. That’s the only reason.”

Breathing growing shallow, the boy finally fell to his knee. The man brought his face closer to him. Whispered into his ears, “It’s all your fault. Goodbye, and thank you for taking care of me until now… incompetent younger brother.”  lTvV1S

The man had used the nickname the boy loathed to the bone, before shoving the latter by the shoulder.

Having no power left to support himself, the boy fell onto the snow face up. Tears spilled from his eyes, racing down his cheeks. 

He reached out to the man’s shrinking figure, the footsteps that grew softer with the distance, still hanging on to him.

“It’s a lie.” hn rC8

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This is too much. I only believed in you, and yet…

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…Let’s listen to some more upbeat songs…

He could hardly keep his eyes open. Last night, he stayed up late reading manga. He had started the series just to curb his boredom, but ended up reading all twenty volumes available. Before he realized it, dawn had broken through the skies.

Yamato operated the mp3 player with his left hand. He remembered the order of each track. It was only natural since he listened to the mp3 player every day. In a flash, he found the song he was searching for and played it.

From his earphones blasted a song with a cheerful rhythm. NJl5mU

Yamato glanced at the main street.

He had yet to catch the figure of the bus. He then glanced behind him, only to find that the line waiting for the bus exceeded ten people.

The commuters at this bus stop were always the same people, so everyone was familiar with each other. His eyes met those of a man in a suit. A wave of awkwardness washing over him, Yamato nodded in greeting and averted his gaze. He wasn’t good at making eye contact with others. He moved his attention back to the music, regretting that he had looked behind. 

After he had immersed himself in the music for a while, the sound of glass scratching broke out. The second Yamato comprehended what that sound actually was—tires slipping—a large motorcycle fell over sideways, flying toward him. Following a dull and heavy impact, he lost consciousness. z7tfX0

The first thing Yamato saw upon waking was a red ceiling.

Why isn’t it white?

In dramas, the first sight upon waking up was usually the hospital’s white ceiling. Mind hazy, Yamato blinked several times. His blurry sight grew clear after a while, and he realized that he was lying on a bed with a red canopy.

Such a soft and comfortable bed. What a strange hospital. z6 Cqs

I was hit by a motorcycle, right?

Recalling the scene before he had fainted, he grew certain he had been involved in an accident.

His body felt heavy. Just a bit of movement, intense pain ran through his abdomen. He couldn’t suppress a groan.

It hurts so much. I’ll just lie down until the nurse arrives. 89lfj2

Yamato screwed his eyes tight to alleviate the pain when someone yanked open the canopy curtains in one swift move.

“Master! Thank goodness, you can get up on your own now!” exclaimed a girl with sandy locks and tears hanging from the lashes of her red eyes. She was dressed in maid attire: a white apron hanging above a black dress. A pair of bunny ears sat atop her head.

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Yamato widened his eyes. His illness must be pretty serious. No way… I’m seeing bunny ears on her. Did I have such a kink?

Just what kind of dream was this? He closed his eyes again, before opening them for a better look at the girl. o0ihDJ

…This is bad. No matter how many times I look, those are bunny ears.

He definitely hit his head too hard. It wasn’t that he was a pervert. Definitely not.

“I’ll call the doctor!” 

As the girl spun on her heel, in a panic, Yamato called out, “Wait a sec—” f8RJXD

Throat parched, he craved water, yet the girl had already left the room before he could say anything.

Yamato forced himself to sit up. All of a sudden, the full-length mirror on the other side of the room caught his attention.

“…Huh?”

Reflected on the mirror sat a beautiful boy with locks of spun silver. jdHQey

Yamato backed away in a jump, surprised that there was another person in the room. The person in the mirror imitated his actions. 

Timidly, Yamato raised his right hand. The boy in the mirror did the same. He then lifted his left hand, crossing his hands together. As expected, the silver-haired youth followed his actions.

“Why? Who’s this? Why is this happening…”

The boy in the mirror trembled, his face pale. sPe Td

At that moment, Yamato’s head throbbed, images flooding his mind like water from an opened dam.

Blood. Snow. Erik. The Lesserhains. Father, mother, elder brother, and younger sister. 

Memories of a boy named Violant Lesserhain kept rushing into his mind, and Yamato held his head at the intense pain.

Before he knew it, he screamed. The doctor and maid rushed in, panicked. eVR8cS

After that, Yamato was delirious with a fever for three days and three nights. Somehow, he realized that the “Yamato” who lived on Earth had died. And that person’s consciousness entered the dying body of “Violant,” an inhabitant of a world called Edelbaran. 

Perhaps the world couldn’t let Violant die. 

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After taking over those memories, Yamato immediately knew what this world was. “The Princess Dances with the Night,” the manga Yamato had binge-read on Earth.

The moment after this realization came the next fact: Violant was an indispensable villain in the story. 6DM7Vi

Translator’s notes:

Hello, the translator here! After considering it for a very, very long time, I decided to pick up ‘Violant of the Silver’ as my next project. Yay! Some readers might be familiar with this novel. Yes, this has been translated by sleepchaser before! I’m basically helping her finish all of her unfinished projects by now… (((sudden realization)))

I’m sure that some readers are wondering why we’re retranslating the novel from the beginning. Just call it character development! Gradual growth! Congratulations, you just met an OCD translator!!! (((bricked))) Seriously speaking, I hope you guys can give my translations a try and read from the beginning. My team filled with godly editors and I (very questionable, but believe that she’s a decent translator) did our best to make the story makes sense and flows better. The last translator stops at chapter 29, but we’ll make sure to catch up soon! 

Hm? What did you say? The latest translation is in chapter 6? You’re proving that I’m really a liar!? No, please don’t misunderstand! Calm down!! We decide to make the numbering into Prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, etc, because making it as chapter 1 part 1, chapter 1 part 2 is just so damn confusing! QAQ And slowly kills this translator. Imagine releasing three chapters a week for two and a half years, and when you’re done, you can only say: “Yay! I finished a novel with 40 chapters.” That’s too brutal!!!!!! Where’s the sense of accomplishment!? There’s none!!! g0Fcr6

*cough cough* Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this ride with me~ We don’t have a set schedule for this, but we’ll release three chapters a week. The next chapter will be out on Wednesday. ^^

Editor’s notes: Hi, I’m sleepchaser and mii’s main editor for “Violant of the Silver.” I usually don’t do this, but I’m just too excited and grateful to mii for picking up this novel and re-translating it from the very beginning! This novel is going to be a ton of work with how many chapters there are, so please give mii (and her harem of editors muahaha) some love throughout this journey. Thanks!

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