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――Among the battlefields that painted the struggle for the Imperial Capital, two places had transformed into scenes that stood out in particular.
One of those places was the second bastion, where the Cloud Dragon that had arrived from beyond the skies majestically spread its wings, the scene having been dyed white in order to prevent damage from spreading to the surroundings.
The other place was the first bastion, where the scorching hot sky had been colored red―― at the center of it all was the power of a young woman, having made the environment so harsh that the survival of any living organism present was in peril.
Flickering much like a shimmer of hot air, Arakiya cast her bodies onto the vermilion heavens.
Making an ample display of her capability as a Spirit Eater, Arakiya had transformed the world; it was already a hellscape that ate away at the lives of those who lacked power that transcended the realm of rationality.
Arakiya: [I, will definitely――]
――Take back the Princess.
That was the primary reason, the single reason that Arakiya had taken to the battlefield like this.
It had not been out of loyalty or patriotism as a General First-Class of the Empire, it had not been for pride or dignity in being one of the strongest existences that were the Nine Divine Generals, it had not been out of anger for her kind, it had not been for any malicious thoughts such as own ambitions whatsoever.
The other Divine Generals each possessed their own motivations and reasons for fighting.
She possessed not any such noble basis on which to support such strength, nevertheless, serving as the strongest force on the side of the Imperial Capital, Arakiya, the Second, reigned supreme over the battlefield.
However, considering her origin―― considering the fact that she was a Spirit Eater, that was a matter of course.
Having strength being demanded from them, and employing it not for themselves but for the sake of others, was the way of being of the Spirit Eaters, and Arakiya was no exception to that.
In the first place, Spirit Eaters were extraordinary creatures that could only have such a nature.
Spirits were beings present everywhere throughout the lands far and wide, in addition to the skies.
By eating those Spirits, taking in their power, the Spirit Eaters would become one with them―― it was an outlandish action equivalent to taking nature itself into one’s own body, so inevitably, there would be a wide variety of effects, both large and small.
If one took in a Fire Spirit, their body temperature would rise; if one took in a Wind Spirit, there was the danger that the inside of their bodies would be torn apart. If one took in a Water Spirit, it could put the circulation of one’s blood at risk; if one took in an Earth Spirit, it was possible that they would become one with the earth, and the possibility of even losing their human form existed.
In fact, because of those side effects, many aspiring Spirit Eaters had ceased to be human.
Created in ancient times to oppose a lone Witch who charmed all, whom even the wordless Great Spirit obeyed, they were beings devised for the purpose of fighting, much like the Oni Clan that could sense Miasma.
After the death of that Witch, the Spirit Eaters of the present day had lost their original purpose, but zeroing in on that power and utility, a faction within the Vollachian Empire sought to restore them.
Arakiya too, was nothing more than a single person recognized for her rare abilities within that endeavor.
Her rare talents were the two foundations required for a Spirit Eater―― That was to say, she possessed a body that could withstand taking in a Spirit, and a soul that could remain human even after subsuming a Spirit.
In the first place, the method by which the Spirit Eaters extracted power from Spirits was an unconventional technique, and the method of bypassing various conditions to extract nothing but their power was accompanied by a great many risks. That was the big difference between them and the Spiritual Arts Users who borrowed the power of Spirits, and also the Acolyte Knights from the Holy Kingdom of Gusteko who gained their power through a system of vassalage.
For the latter two, effort was required to establish a relationship with the target Spirit, but if a Contract had been established, there was no danger in using their power as long as the relationship with the Spirit did not break down.
On the other hand, even just to maintain their power, Spirit Eaters needed to constantly replenish themselves with new Spirits, and they would be constantly terrified by the possibility of losing their physical and mental selves with each replenishment.
If their mind and body succumbed to the Spirit even once, their body would permanently lose its original form, and their mind would assimilate with the Spirit, dragged into a dimension that was not that of humans. 
On the other hand, an overly strong ego would greatly hinder one’s affinity with Spirits, making it impossible to achieve the full potential of a Spirit Eater in the first place.
Therefore, in order to be in harmony with the power of the Spirit they had taken in, a Spirit Eater would be required to have an almost diluted sense of self and ego. However, as mentioned above, an ego that was too weak would invite an easy assimilation with the captured Spirit, and there was a high chance that they would lose their humanity.
To prevent that from happening, Spirit Eaters were bestowed with a pillar―― that was to say, a “core”, one which took the place of their weak ego and sense of self and kept them from losing sight of themselves.
The function of imprinting, akin to when a newly-hatched bird would think of the first one it gazed upon as its parent bird, was deeply rooted into the instincts of the Spirit Eaters, forming their foundation, just like a pillar.
The tremendous power of a Spirit Eater would be wielded for the sake of that pillar, and the naïve mind of a Spirit Eater would then be occupied by that pillar.
Doubtlessly, a Spirit Eater’s precise reason for existence was their pillar.
――Devoid of any ambition for betrayal, a Spirit Eater would continue to selflessly pledge service to their pillar.
After many sacrifices, so numerous as to make one feel depressed if they were counted, the Spirit Eaters of ancient times had been resurrected in the present day. Even the people of the Empire could not possibly justify this success considering the number of lives that had been paid.
Therefore, the girl who had become the sole instance of completion, as an existence with invaluable abilities, was presented to the Emperor of the time, Drizen Vollachia, and Drizen had bestowed her as a foster sister to one of the daughters that had inherited his own blood.
It was unknown what impression the Emperor Drizen Vollachia had harbored for the girl that had been presented to him, or for what reason he had bestowed her to his own daughter.
If there was one thing that could be said, it was that the girl functioned exactly as the faction that had planned to revive the power of the Spirit Eaters had desired, so Drizen had decided on the pillar for the girl who was presented to him.
And above all else――,
――As a Spirit Eater, Arakiya had been perfected as an existence that was more obstreperously powerful than any of her predecessors who had once been called upon to fight against the Witch.
After the world had begun to overheat in a complete mockery of common sense, the mere act of breathing would sear one’s lungs, the blood vessels running through one’s body would swell due to the heat, even the teardrops with which parched eyes were moistened would evaporate.
In that environment where life was being consumed moment by moment, any half-hearted approach would not permit someone to do as much as to draw near enough to make them able to ascertain the color of Arakiya’s eyes. No matter their nature, they would be left behind, thirsting, withering away and dying, unable to keep up with the world transfigured.
For that reason, with the exception of Arakiya, the one at the center of this alteration of the world, only two people stood on that vast land overlooked by a red sky, Yorna and Priscilla.
Even Yorna and Priscilla were unable to escape the feeling that their lives were being slowly eaten away.
With a noise ringing out a fourth hairpin broke apart, and Yorna’s cheeks stiffened at the sense of loss.
Due to the effect of the Soul Marriage Technique, the many offerings made to Yorna would be granted the ability to stand in for her life. Thanks to this, Yorna had not suffered physical injuries, and her movements were unhindered, even when fighting the literal monster that was Arakiya.
Yorna: [If only I could get rid of this pain in my chest.]
Standing in for Yorna’s life was, in and of itself, proof of the love that had been put into these gifts.
The hairpins were by no means outstandingly designed, nor were they expensive. They were merely various things that had been offered by the residents of the city under Yorna’s protection, using their own horns, scales, and body parts.
There was only love, respect, and trust. Therefore, no price could be put on them.
Priscilla: [The hairpin shattered? Just like the other hair ornament a moment ago, they are slowly being whittled away, Dear Mother.]
Then, as the shattered pieces of the plain ornament trickled through Yorna’s fingers, Priscilla landed next to her with the train of her red dress fluttering.
Wielding the dizzyingly radiant Yang Sword, Priscilla’s beautiful profile revealed her fearless expression. ――At her remark, Yorna slightly narrowed her eyes, and spoke,
Yorna: [Needless to say, to treat the gifts of my beloved children as a mere number of substitutes for my life is utterly loathsome.]
Priscilla: [What an adorable thing for someone extending their life by transferring it for nigh an eternity to say, Dear Mother. Are you hesitant to call me, who has never presented a single gift to you, your beloved child?]
Priscilla: [Incapable of playing along, are we? ――Then I shall speak pragmatically, just as you wish.]
Shrugging her exposed, pale shoulders, Priscilla turned her gaze forwards. To this attitude and tone Yorna retorted “Pragmatically, you say?”.
In response to this, Priscilla slightly raised her chin.
Priscilla: [How much longer can we fight with that thing, I wonder?]
Priscilla turned her crimson eyes up towards the sky. ――Immediately following, a torrent of water spears rained down upon Priscilla and Yorna.
Gritting her teeth, Yorna braced herself for the fierce downpour of rods of water by lying face-down.
While the beams of water had each been compressed to be as thick as a single finger, it would be better if the power employed to achieve were not belittled as the strength of a single finger.
The densely compressed torrent, piercing through everything standing in its path, felling any potential threats without mercy, was capable of tearing someone limb-from-limb in a single fatal blow.
To wield such a delicately difficult technique that required an enormous amount of water to crudely split the ground open so effortlessly; except for the inherent danger, none of it seemed consistent.
Yorna: [――Hk, Priscilla!]
Laying face-down and pouring all her efforts into evading the downpour of water beams, Yorna called out the name of Priscilla, who was utilizing the Yang Sword to deflect the torrent of water.
As she brandished this radiant treasured sword, Priscilla successively cut down streams of water, rendering them completely ineffective, even though double the number of water spears had been aimed at her in comparison to Yorna.
Between Yorna and Priscilla, it was easy to guess which one Arakiya attached more importance to based off the sheer volume of water.
The dance-like swordsmanship of Priscilla whirling the crimson blade through the air was a mesmerizing sight of gracefulness.
However, one could hardly say that she had fully repelled Arakiya’s assault.
Just like how she had alluded to the remaining ornaments on Yorna’s body a moment ago, Priscilla had also had much of the jewelry adorning her beauty shattered over the course of the battle.
It was not only Yorna who had a limited time remaining.
Priscilla: [Even if you blow off my limbs, was it? ――What a macabre hope to be entranced in.]
As Priscilla received a piercing attack to her ample bosom, a jewel of her necklace exploded.
Priscilla’s crimson eyes did not bat at the fate of the jewel standing in for her life, but instead they were fixated solely on Arakiya’s figure in the sky.
However, seeing Priscilla’s profile looking at Arakiya, Yorna could not believe her eyes. For a moment, it was hard to believe what flickered across those crimson eyes.
Yorna: [Do you regret it, Priscilla, the way Arakiya is?]
Priscilla: [Nonsense. ――Everything in this world is made for my convenience.]
Snorting in response to Yorna’s question, Priscilla leaned forward to run.
The way she had left her mother behind to rush to her estranged foster sibling made it seem like she was hiding her feelings for both of them, in order not to look into their eyes.
Yorna: [I’m full of regrets as well.]
Yorna did not know what kind of encounters and partings there had been between Priscilla and Arakiya.
Albeit she had been in a position to know, the opportunity to learn about it had been snatched away alongside her life. In her previous incarnation, Yorna had lost her life while delivering Priscilla, a difficult childbirth it had been.
After that, the Imperial Selection Ceremony had taken place, and the daughter of Vollachia’s Imperial Family―― Prisca Benedict, had also been defeated in battle, losing her life.
That was supposedly the entirety of the life belonging to the daughter Yorna’s previous incarnation was aware of, Sandra Benedict.
For some reason, time had passed, and circumstances had unfolded in such an implausible way, and thus Yorna had been able to reunite with Priscilla.
They had met each other once more not as Sandra and Prisca, but as Yorna and Priscilla, and through a miracle that should never have been possible originally, mother and child were going through this red hell together.
――Yes, they would go together.
Muttering this word briefly, Arakiya’s entire body literally overflowed with power.
Whether it was fire or water, wind or earth, light or shadow, the being of infinite transformations that used the entire composition of the world, poured all of her energy towards Priscilla coming in hot.
Priscilla charged in with a shout as if to make her stance apparent, about to take on the streams of water and flashes of lightning rushing toward her with nothing but her body and sword――,
Yorna: [――Love me.]
A moment later, Priscilla’s Yang Sword was held aloft, and the attacks of water and lightning right before her both disappeared into thin air as they were about to clash. ――No, they had not vanished as if smoke.
Undoubtedly, they had been cut away by a slash of the Yang Sword.
However, the sword flash drawn by the treasured sword of crimson was even more refined and blindingly fast than before.
Priscilla: [This is…]
With a slight, surprised exhalation in her voice, Priscilla’s well-shaped brow furrowed.
Winds of reddish flame approached her from all directions. But, Priscilla did not hesitate to slash away the scorching winds with a strike, easily cleaving them away.
As if to reaffirm it, Priscilla then adjusted her grip on the treasured sword, and came to gently touch her own face. Her fingertips gently caressed her eyes, but she likely did not sense anything unusual.
Yorna already knew. That it was something entirely different from a tangible effect accompanying the flame.
――It was the bond Yorna shared with her beloved child, taking form as the flame that burned in their eyes.
Priscilla stood straight, with the treasured sword of crimson in hand, and her left eye ablaze.
This was the proof of Yorna’s protection, which had been bestowed to the inhabitants of the Demon City of Chaosflame. By conferring the Soul Marriage Technique upon them, a portion of Yorna’s power could be shared with the target she sought to protect.
Originally, it was a secret technique Yorna would bestow as to protect those children of hers that lacked the strength and skills needed to fight by themselves, as they shared a bond no warrior could be endowed with.
But an exception to that rule arose here and now.
A being equipped with the power and technique to fight, which held a treasured sword no one outside the Imperial Family of Vollachia was allowed to wield, had fulfilled the requirements of a beloved child Yorna wished to protect, regardless of her power.
Priscilla: [At last, you are willing to recognize mineself as your own child, Dear Mother.]
Yorna: [How impudent. ――I won’t be a foolish mother who just looks as you walk off into the distance. If you’re going, then I’ll be going to the same hellscape as well.]
She did not intend to let Priscilla go any further by herself.
Priscilla sniffed at Yorna’s answer and permitted her resolve as she stood beside her. As proof of that, Yorna felt something strange on her face causing her to gently move her hand there.
The cause of that discomfort was in her eye―― Most likely, there was a flame harbored there, the same as Priscilla.
The two users of the Soul Marriage Technique, which could not be performed without qualifications, fulfilled each other’s conditions, and complemented each other’s souls. ――A phenomenon that truly could never happen, had happened.
And then, having witnessed that,
A faint voice escaped, and a gaze fell to the ground, as if a curse.
Staring at Yorna and Priscilla side-by-side was Arakiya, placed in the sky. She ran her hand over her face and the eyepatch covering her left eye.
Then, she tore it off as if wrenching it away, and,
Arakiya: [Why! Why, why, why, do you have, the Princess’s…!]
Laying her anger bare, Arakiya displayed the red eye bereft of all light under her eyepatch. Reflected in that eye incapable of sight was Yorna; and so, with that pair of red eyes on her, Arakiya called out.
Called out to Yorna, whose eye harboured a flame, having received the blessing of the Soul Marriage Technique from Priscilla.
And doing so was Arakiya, whose eyes harboured no flame, unable to receive any blessing from Priscilla.
Arakiya: [The Princess… is mine… Hk!]
Priscilla: [Make no mistake, Arakiya. Even supposing your wishes were to be tolerated, and even supposing I were to concede, you would still be mine, and I would never become yours.]
Priscilla: [And, mineself would never concede to anyone.]
At Priscilla’s decisive gaze, Arakiya gasped slightly.
However, after that stern declaration by Priscilla, a small sound of protest had interjected.
Priscilla: [Dear Mother, for what reason did you strike mineself on the head?]
Yorna: [You should not speak in such a manner. I don’t remember raising my children to be so high and mighty.]
Priscilla: [Dear Mother, I do not recall being raised by you in the first place.]
Yorna: [In that case, it seems that chance has finally come around.]
Saying that, Yorna lowered the kiseru that had struck Priscilla’s head with a clunk, and slowly shook her head before looking up at Arakiya.
In her eyes, there was an invariant anger, and a slight discomposure at what had just occurred.
Staring fixedly there, Yorna put the kiseru in her mouth and inhaled the purple smoke as she stood among the hellscape.
And then, giving a somewhat cheerful smile that did not fit the situation,
Yorna: [Finally, you’ve set your eyes on me, General First-Class Arakiya. ――The chance has come for me to atone for my lack of virtue in failing to discipline you, together with Priscilla, as I should have.]
Arakiya: [What do you…]
Yorna: [To put it simply――]
Yorna exhaled purple smoke as she took in the bewilderment that was carried in those words.
Wrapped in the smoke overflowing from her lips, her eye burning with her daughter’s trust, Yorna Mishigure, the mother that was once Sandra Benedict,
Yorna: [――I am not a parent who cuts corners in disciplining her children. Prepare yourselves, little girls.]
Thus, she harshly declared.
 Dimension is not meant as in a literal different dimension like the one the Great Rabbit was dragged into, it’s more metaphorical than anything.
38 thoughts on “Arc 7, Chapter 101 – “Love is a Flame””
amazing chapter, another one goes as fast as it came.
This is great but man I really wana see what the little crown prince is doing
Let the fella rave with the homies
Gold comment lol
Bring the Subaru
Bring the Subaru!
BRING MY MANS IN, I’M WAITING
Bring the Subaru
Thank for the translation
“much like the Oni Tribe that could sense Miasma.” Is this a recon I thought oni could not smell Miasma unless Capella gave them the power too. That was what was clearly inferred by the Sloth IF Story with a different Oni other then Rem apeared and could smell miasma but only after Capella did her blood thing to her.
They stood next to her, and she poured something disgusting into her while she was down on the ground. It wasn’t her body that rejected it; her soul rejected it. She let out a shriek. They wouldn’t listen. Something slipped into her ears and was going into her body. Her insides get violated with moisture.
[???: Work’s all done! Now, bastard, what do you like about me?]
The voice of a crazy, insane woman who wasn’t okay in the head goes inside her ears, and it wouldn’t go away.
It wouldn’t go away. It just wouldn’t. She gets tormented endlessly by the fear of going crazy at any moment. It was only when the villages, flames, and those people were gone that it finally disappeared.
But, her nose was still trying to find out where they went so that she could go after them. The thing that was poured into her─the shock that violently went through her sniffs out their location.
I already forgot this information. You’re right, maybe this is an err or maybe there is more to it?
Yeah I am kind of surprised I remembered it but then again I have made it to book 5 of Malazan book of the fallen so that does say something about me.
The miasma was revealed first in the LN version of the Greed IF and noted in summaries posted by Ice. Still, some stuff is up in the air, since none of the onis in Rem’s village detected the cultists and neither did Rem. Rem’s ability to detect Satella’s miasma seemingly only developed after these events.
This could mean one of two things: that the oni’s ability to detect miasma waned over time, or that their ability to detect miasma does not necessarily translate to an ability to detect Satella’s specific miasma without outside influence. At least that’s my take on this.
It might be a part of their blood that was required for the purpose of their existence at first (I vaguely remember echidna saying the ability to detect Miamasa was the reason oni were created in the first place at some point forgot if it was main or side story) that since the witches all died faded away with natural evolution since it was no longer nessecary or they can only detect miamasa from one of the witches and not all of them and Subarus miamasa comes from a witch directly rather than himself making it (since the spirit eaters were made to counter a specific witch oni could have been as well) for the IF capella can modify peoples body functions so making it so they smell her miamasa isn’t off the table
So far, the only ones that could sense miasma that I remember are: those with magical horns including witchbeasts, a high level cute spirit, and garfield for some reason
it could be that miasma is just mana imbued with the power of an authority, since everything that emits it is related to an authority, and Emilia described it as malicious mana
since its in essence just mana I don’t think they would know about it unless notified of it’s existence. just like a small kid not being scared of a blood splatter
If I’m not mistaken Garfiel can’t smell it, can he? I was under the impression Subaru thought he could for a while, but one of the ways he finally figured out Garf was working with his granny was because suddenly after a Return when the miasma should have been strong, Garf was oblivious and acting friendly until Ryuzu had seen Subaru as well? I’m sorry that I don’t remember what chapter in sanctuary this was, but someone else might know.
Thanks for the translation and what a great chapter!
Fuck Subaru, I want to see Todd and Otto!
I want to see how Otto gets away from that bastard Todd, too!
Totto totto totto
Totto is canon
Try to disprove this theory of Todd x Otto being not canon
tappei pulls out a tappei move, and then Todd and otto become engaged and get pregnant
Forget only being the best boy, Otto is now the best girl as well
Big fan of Yorna’s character !
Thanks for the great work as always ^^
Thanks for the translation!
Subaru’s still gone. Don’t get me wrong, these chapters are cool, but this is getting rather stretched. I’d rather it focus on the characters we know instead of conjuring up completely new and unmemorable ones.
None of the characters are new here though.
The living wall divine general is but he’s literally part of the city lore wise so I wouldn’t count it against him not showing up before other than him yea everyone is established to a degree from the past few wn chapters
Loving this arc, I had been wanting to see things that happen when Subaru isn’t there for a while now so this has been great. It’ll make Subaru’s reuniting with all these characters all the more impactful after all is said and done, and everyone can see how much everyone has grown since last meeting each other. At the core if it all is Subaru, after all, none of these characters would be here where they are or as powerful as they are if it weren’t for Subaru’s involvement in their lives. Even Priscilla meeting with and reconciling with her mother wouldn’t have happened. This battle may feel drawn out to some, but I think that this is necessary. There are a lot of moving parts happening in this battle and a lot of important perspectives to be had. Subaru will get his time to shine again soon, I’m sure. For now though, I’m enjoying this time with all these other characters.
i caught up
Thanks for the translation!!!!
I’m loving the chapters but it issss starting to get a bit stretched out imo, I’m holding the climax comes and goes within the next 20 or so chapters because it just seems like every chapter is leading up to a fight, and then the next chapter just leads up to the fight more, and then more, these little cliffhanger-y endings are getting a bit repetitive
Thanks for the translation. Great chapter, but why is it so short?!?
So Priscilla can use soul Marriage. Now we know why AL wears his mask. To hide his eye.
? it’s not like the flame is always on. Schultz don’t wear a mask.
I don’t think it’s his eye he’s hiding I think it’s something else to do with his face because I don’t think he would be using a near indestructible helmet (the indestructible thing is his own claim from when chaos flame was destroyed) unless he conviently found it or for a very specific reason when hiding his face
Capella says that she hates people who hide their ugliness, so yeah his claim of having a bad face is true
And with this chapter i’ve caught up to the web novels.
“High and Mighty”
She wouldn’t be Priscilla or Prisca if she wasn’t high and mighty Yorna…she would be YOUR DAUGHTER!
Sickest burn in the series imo, good stuff Priscilla (also great response by Yorna thou)