A fierce sound rang out. It sounded

A fierce sound rang out. It sounded as if the world itself had started to crack, as Orba’s mask began to move. As he realized he felt no lingering feeling for being together these two years, while it slowly moved from the sides, it suddenly dropped down. It fell with a strangely sweet, clattering sound on the floor. Unable to move after that, Orba gently stroked his cheeks.
It was a dazzling feeling, giving no sound and he immediately covered his eyes with his hand. Although it felt like Hermann had used some kind of magical attack, truthfully, he already knew the answer. In some way, this was more shocking to him than someone aiming for his life at short range, which caused his body to shudder.
Orba – widely recognized as a top-class swordsman who, once he picked up a sword, was not afraid of anything, - got irritated with himself that he was now getting frightened like a child, and slowly opened his eyes.
There was the figure of Fedom standing stock still. No, it wasn’t only him. The soldier present and the page boy too, were staring blankly with their mouths open. They didn’t move a single muscle.
Then, suddenly the young soldier stirred. It looked like he had come back to his senses, when he suddenly kneeled down on the floor.
“C-Crown Prince!?” the young man said in a shivering voice. “This… e-excuse me for my rudeness. I didn’t know you were the prince at first. Please, I beg you for forgiveness!”
“Impossible,” Fedom said. His fat body was trembling all over. “It’s impossible! But… but, Hermann. The previous ones didn’t look nearly as much alike. Even taking two years into account, I never expected a mirror-image like this…”
“That’s why it’s called sorcery,” Hermann laughed with a muffled voice. “Didn’t I tell you? With luck at your side, this man will certainly become of use to the master.”
For a while, all sound ceased to come out of anyone’s mouth.
Orba had clearly lost awareness of his voice and body. He was timidly touching his flesh-and-blood cheeks. There was no touch of iron. That hard, cold mask was completely absent and replaced by a warm and tender skin. Half in a daze, Orba wondered whether this all might just be a dream.
“Do you want a mirror?”
The only calm one, Hermann, indiscreetly fumbled through Tarkas’s desk, took out a hand-mirror and tossed it over at Orba. As he caught it in his hands, Orba looked at it with bated breath.
A pale faced, slim-eyed man was staring back at him. These two years, whenever he looked into a mirror, only that iron mask mimicking a tiger appeared before him. He initially felt that there was no mistaking this as real, but soon, Orba had a certain uncomfortable feeling that obstructed his happiness.
It was definitely his own face. And yet, something was different. While his eyes, nose, and mouth had surely remained the same, he had a suspicion that certain subtle angles had changed.
Two years had passed. Was it possible he’d forgotten about his own face?
No… but he didn’t know the reason for this. After all, he had a feeling that his eyes were strangely sharp compared to before, his lips had become a little bit thin, and his nose seemed to have gotten slightly bigger.
“Well then.”
Fedom awkwardly and abruptly broke the silence that was flowing so far.
“If it’s like this, your intentions will no longer pose a problem. It looks like you were decided on two years ago. By some power of the gods, demons, the Dragon God of old, or maybe even an existence we don’t know the name of. Without it, you could never be so much alike.”
The moment Orba felt like asking what he was talking about, Fedom immediately made a declaration.
“You are already no longer this Orba. Of course, you’re also no longer some sword-slave. From the moment the mask was removed, you were born anew as a different person. What’s more, you’re not even a common man one might find anywhere, either. Got it? From today on, you’ve graciously become the one known as the heir to the throne of the Imperial Dynasty of Mephius,

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Một âm thanh khốc liệt rang. Nghe có vẻ như nếu một thế giới đã bắt đầu để crack, như mặt nạ của Orba bắt đầu di chuyển. Khi ông nhận ra ông cảm thấy không nán lại cảm giác cho với nhau những hai năm, trong khi nó từ từ di chuyển từ các bên, nó đột nhiên bỏ. Nó đã giảm với một kỳ lạ ngọt, loảng âm thanh trên sàn nhà. Không thể di chuyển sau đó, Orba nhẹ nhàng vuốt ve má của mình.Đó là một cảm giác chói, cho không có âm thanh và ông ngay lập tức bảo hiểm đôi mắt của mình với bàn tay của mình. Mặc dù nó cảm thấy như Hermann đã sử dụng một số loại tấn công huyền diệu, Trung thực, ông đã biết câu trả lời. Một cách nào đó, điều này là gây sốc cho anh ta hơn một mục tiêu cho cuộc sống của mình ở tầm ngắn, khiến cơ thể của mình để rùng mình.Orba-công nhận rộng rãi như một kiếm khách hàng đầu người, một khi ông đã chọn lên một thanh kiếm, đã không sợ bất cứ điều gì, - có kích thích với chính mình rằng ông bây giờ nhận được sợ hãi như một đứa trẻ, và từ từ mở mắt.Đã có các con số của Fedom đứng cổ vẫn còn. Không, nó không chỉ anh ta. Những người lính hiện nay và cậu bé trang quá, đã nhìn chằm chằm blankly với mở miệng của họ. Họ đã không di chuyển một cơ.Sau đó, đột nhiên những người lính trẻ khuấy. Nó trông giống như ông đã trở lại để cảm giác của mình, khi ông đột nhiên quỳ xuống trên sàn nhà."C-Thái tử!?" người đàn ông trẻ nói trong một giọng nói shivering. "Điều này... e-lý do gì tôi cho rudeness của tôi. Tôi không biết bạn đã là hoàng tử ban đầu. Xin vui lòng, xin Ngài tha thứ!"“Impossible,” Fedom said. His fat body was trembling all over. “It’s impossible! But… but, Hermann. The previous ones didn’t look nearly as much alike. Even taking two years into account, I never expected a mirror-image like this…”“That’s why it’s called sorcery,” Hermann laughed with a muffled voice. “Didn’t I tell you? With luck at your side, this man will certainly become of use to the master.”For a while, all sound ceased to come out of anyone’s mouth.Orba had clearly lost awareness of his voice and body. He was timidly touching his flesh-and-blood cheeks. There was no touch of iron. That hard, cold mask was completely absent and replaced by a warm and tender skin. Half in a daze, Orba wondered whether this all might just be a dream.“Do you want a mirror?”The only calm one, Hermann, indiscreetly fumbled through Tarkas’s desk, took out a hand-mirror and tossed it over at Orba. As he caught it in his hands, Orba looked at it with bated breath.A pale faced, slim-eyed man was staring back at him. These two years, whenever he looked into a mirror, only that iron mask mimicking a tiger appeared before him. He initially felt that there was no mistaking this as real, but soon, Orba had a certain uncomfortable feeling that obstructed his happiness.It was definitely his own face. And yet, something was different. While his eyes, nose, and mouth had surely remained the same, he had a suspicion that certain subtle angles had changed.Two years had passed. Was it possible he’d forgotten about his own face?No… but he didn’t know the reason for this. After all, he had a feeling that his eyes were strangely sharp compared to before, his lips had become a little bit thin, and his nose seemed to have gotten slightly bigger.“Well then.”Fedom awkwardly and abruptly broke the silence that was flowing so far.“If it’s like this, your intentions will no longer pose a problem. It looks like you were decided on two years ago. By some power of the gods, demons, the Dragon God of old, or maybe even an existence we don’t know the name of. Without it, you could never be so much alike.”The moment Orba felt like asking what he was talking about, Fedom immediately made a declaration.“You are already no longer this Orba. Of course, you’re also no longer some sword-slave. From the moment the mask was removed, you were born anew as a different person. What’s more, you’re not even a common man one might find anywhere, either. Got it? From today on, you’ve graciously become the one known as the heir to the throne of the Imperial Dynasty of Mephius,