Just wanted to let you all know that the April 2023 Dengeki Maoh issue is on sale now, and Heat the Pig Liver has returned with chapter 23 on there. It continues after volume 4 of the manga (which was also released today), and picks up from the start of volume 2 in the light novel.
Yahallo!
This should be my seventh blog update? After finishing up volume 2, I felt the need to follow up with with a quick volume 3 translation. Knowing how the story was going to develop this volume, I didn't want to leave you all hanging.
For those who haven't finished vol 3 yet, please read that before reading any further as I'd like to talk about my thoughts on it, mainly back when I first read it…
Once upon a time, there were three virgins at a
certain somewhere.
One was a hot-blooded virgin who lived doing what he
wanted to do earnestly. He excelled in
martial arts, was very brave, and was popular with everyone. However, he didn’t have a lover.
Another was a serious-minded virgin who lived doing
what he should do quietly. Though he
possessed mysterious powers, he was humble and respected by all. However, he didn’t have a lover.
The last person was hard-working virgin who lived giving it his all doing what he could do. He didn’t excel at martial arts, nor did he possess any mysterious powers. That’s why he relied on racking his brain to live. Even so, he didn’t have a lover. In fact, he never had a lover.
Hortis’ funeral was attended not only by the members
of the royal family, but also by Nott, the leader of the Liberation Army.
The Golden Sanctuary was restored by the person who
destroyed it, and the beautiful afternoon sunlight shone through the stained
glass windows in primary colors.
Although Nott and Markus didn’t smile towards each other in the quiet
space where the calming incense smoke floated, at least they didn’t glare at
each other.
Hortis’ shocking death had a significant impact on
Mestria’s governing.
King Markus pardoned Nott and the other officers of
the Liberation Army, and they also forgave the king. The alliance between the royal dynasty and
the Liberation Army was realized in the truest sense. Shulavis had been chosen as the two’s
mediator to carry out reforms, and slowly but surely, changes were beginning to
take place.
As the first step, the royal dynasty announced a new
law across all of Mestria that Yesmas were not allowed to be killed.
This doesn’t reform the underlying foundation, and I think it’ll take quite some time to thoroughly abolish this unreasonable, antiquated structure, but just the existence of this law that should have been there to begin with was a big step forward.
The structure of the capital, which had been
reinforced over the course of 100 years, was much stronger than the man had
imagined.
It was impossible even for this man, who proclaimed to be Mestria’s most skilled mage, to slip through the king’s surveillance and rewrite the information. Not only was his eldest daughter taken “underground,” his second daughter was as well. They won’t even receive any special work privileges, and will live as Yesmas like every other daughter of the capital’s citizens. This way, no one would know that they carry the blood of royalties.
“What’s your name?”
It was a quiet night outside
the ship. Hortis, whose hands were
wrapped in bandages, called out to the person through the cage’s bars.
Inside the ship’s heavily guarded prison, an old man with his hands and feet bound looked back with his golden eyes. The skin exposed from the grey robe was so pale it didn’t make him seem alive at all, but it was also charred black and in tatters. His current state might as well be considered a mummy.
“Sorry, I’m… really sorry…”
The innocent Yesma shed large tears and apologized to
her once beloved family from beyond the cage.
“Dad, this is absolutely crazy. Come on, it’s not too late-”
Even though the black-haired boy complained with
vacant eyes, his father slowly shook his head.
“Rules are rules.
As someone who serves this country, I cannot go against them.”
Despite the father’s eyes being wet with tears, he never wavered, and looked down at the crying Yesma.
“I want you to meet someone immediately.”
King Markus reluctantly agreed to Shulavis’ request. Although he’s not normally that benevolent of
father, he couldn’t disregard the words “He seems to know how to kill the
surreptitious sorcerer.”
While Shulavis went to pick up “that guy” from outside the capital, Markus
sat in the same throne from when he welcomed Nott at the Golden Sanctuary
previously, and kept bouncing his leg impatiently. Wies sat next to him in a wooden chair; Jess
stood next to Wies; and I sat next to Jess.
That being said, when Wies and Jess are side by side, I can’t help but think about beauty. A straight nose; and a small, round nose. Eyes brimming with mature confidence; and eyes filled with youth that appear anxious. Long, elegantly flowing hair; and short, tidy hair. A bold dress that exposes her shoulders; and a firmly defensive outfit. And above all, a pair of big boobs; and a pair of modest boobs. Regardless of which point, most will probably prefer the former, but my opinion is the opposite for all of them. It’s not that I’m a lolicon, but if it’s between an older sister attribute and a younger sister attribute, I would ultimately choose the younger sister attribute. Because to me, a younger sister is-
Amidst the large crowd
surrounding the sand-filled arena stage was a chained wild animal.
He was an animal that came
from another world. His knowledge was
valued, and he was now a prisoner.
The animal’s eyes widened at
the girl who had been brought along with the pitiful swordsman. Her hair was long and disheveled, and her
face was expressionless, but she was clearly familiar to him.
Nuris! So you were still alive…? But why are you here?
After a nap, it was evening. Jess and I waited for Shulavis to finish his
training. He came out of the large,
solidly built training ground wearing a loose navy blue robe. Despite the cool breeze, his fair face was
drenched in sweat.
“What’s wrong?
Is it something urgent?”
Shulavis asked while walking briskly.
“Yes, we wish to talk to you about that history book
for a bit.”
“Can it wait?
Father’s calling for me.”
(We want to ask that father of yours for something.)