So I didn’t make a post about this novel’s chapters that were already translated like I did for KittoMa and ItsukaMa because there really wasn’t anything worth making a post about.  The Chinese version stayed really faithful.  There were a few jokes that were cut out and some that it seems like Vivarina just didn’t know how to write in English (Like when Yuuri was imagining Super Saiyans because the Big Shimaron tournament is called the exact same thing as the Dragonball tournament ‘Tenkaichi Budokai’).  There were also times where it looks like she mixed up who was talking. Although, one time even I''m not really sure if it was Wolfram or Yuuri making the comment. It seems like it had to have been Wolfram because the next line was definitely Yuuri, but it also seemed out of character. It wasn''t anything really important though so whatever ^-^

    “… I’m the Demon King.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Even though I was born in Boston and raised in Japan, the soul I have is a demon’s and I was raised to become the Demon King.  It’s funny, isn’t it?”

    “A little bit.”

    “History, management, stuff like that?  How to be a king?  No one taught me anything like that.  When it comes to stuff I know there’s baseball… ping pong and baseball.  Forget college, I hadn’t even gone to high school for that long.  But all of a sudden I’m the ruler of a country.  I have to govern over hundreds of thousands of people.  It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

    “It is.”

    “What about you?”

    Murata once again explains his position in a way that a high school student who only reads sports magazines and manga could understand.  As I chimed in with ‘right?’ and ‘that sucks’ every now and again, it was like we were chatting in front of a convenience store cheering each other up.  Eventually we ended up bragging about which one of us had a harder time, but neither one of us came out on top.

    Because neither of us felt that there was anything unfortunate about the parts of our lives we didn’t talk about.

    Right now, I’m talking about demons with my Japanese best friend from Earth.  We’re talking about the road of fate we’re stumbling down like we’re discussing a drama.  At the opening ceremony of the second year of middle school, I never imagined I’d have this kind of relationship with Murata.  Suddenly a warm feeling pours into my chest, spreads throughout my veins and reaches all the way to my fingertips.  The reassurance that there was someone I could talk about everything with spread throughout my body.

    But at the same time, I had cut off my one remaining, although narrow, escape route.

    “… But it’s all real, isn’t it.”

    “Hm?”

    “I just thought that this is now beyond a doubt all real.”

    Until now, I had met friends in a place that no one knew about and was the king of a country that no one had heard of.  The only proof I had was the Lion’s Blue pendant swaying on my chest.  If I had been surrounded by a bunch of doctors in a pure white hospital room in Japan on Earth and they told me that it was all a dream, that it was all an illusion that I had seen, I wouldn’t have had the confidence to defend myself.

    But now it’s different.

    I have companions in this world and there is a friend who knows this on Earth.

    This is definitely real.

    No one can doubt it.

    “I can’t just explain it all away by saying it’s a dream… ah, huh?”

    On the other side of the window pane, a silver flash cut through the air.  It was the flash of steel.  There’s only one thing I imagine it could be: someone had drawn their sword.  Hurriedly looking out the window, I see that even Flynn has appeared on deck.