Seiken Tsukai no World Break Volume 2 Author: Akamitsu Awamura Illustration: refeia Translation: MPT Prologue There exists a Demonic Sword that can only be made manifest by the ‘Man-eater’. There exists an instantaneous transportation technique that can only be used by the ‘Witch of Gates’. Each equally characteristic wildcards. As a general name, the White Knight Order calls them thus — The utterly unique, Origins. 7 | P a g e Haimura Moroha saw a dream of a past life. Outside the window, a blizzard raged. The sky hadn’t been clear in this area for a year. It was as though it had been plunged into a perpetual, freezing hell. In these barren wastes, stood Moroha’s castle. The cold sank deeply into the stone rooms. In this atmosphere, even the fire in the hearth was feeble, and the crackling of the firewood seemed lonely. It seemed as if even the carpet had frozen and it was no different from a stone floor. The cold was like needles, continually piercing the skin. That torture chamber like room was Moroha’s office. With no hope of birdsong, he listened to the empty howling of the blizzard. The breath he exhaled was a pure white. Sat in an office chair, chilled like a casket, Moroha was reading ancient documents. In today’s dream, he was not alone. “I’m cold.” From his legs, a woman’s voice sounded. It was sweet like honey, and tickled the ears like a feather, it was an alluring voice. It was that of a woman with long black hair, sprawled coquettishly into his lap. She was just in the blind spot created by the documents, and her expression wasn’t visible. However, he felt her chill and shivering through his thighs. “Let’s move your castle to a warmer place? Hmm, Shuu Saura.” 8 | P a g e The black haired woman called Moroha in the dream this. Shuu Saura. That was Moroha’s name in a past life. In one of two. “This used to be a grain producing region.” Feigning absentmindedness, Shuu Saura continued the conversation with the woman. “Yes, that’s right. Until ten years ago that is,” with her head still in his lap, she used cynicism as a child would to draw attention, “before you used the forbidden spell.” Whatever she said, Shuu Saura didn’t raise his face from the book. The woman piled on more words to try and draw attention. “With just a single spell, you turned this country into an icy hell and took tens of thousands of lives. But you saved more people. I am one of them. I can remember it like it was just yesterday you know? Though it’s just a decade ago?” Calling a decade ‘just’ was also seasoned with sarcasm, but her tone remembering that seemed somewhat happy. “Hmm, Shuu Saura, my lord, my beloved, just when will you tire of living your life in this icy prison and tormenting my body with this cold?” As she carried on speaking, she was also continuously stroking his lap. Lovingly, teasingly. “It’s not a case of growing tired. Is this not a suitable castle for I, the worlds enemy, the destroyer of order and the one loathed as the Pluto? Is not here eminently suitable?” 9 | P a g e “So you’ll continue repenting here until you die? You really like that, don’t you?” “I don’t know what you mean, I simply have a liking for this area.” Shuu Saura feigned indifference. Simultaneously, a sniff from him signified that the conversation was at an end. He went to turn to a new page — but suddenly, the woman grabbed the documents. “In front of me, your wife, I’d like you to not behave like the bad person, you know?” She said, with an awfully peevish tone. “If you call yourself my spouse, then I’d want it to be as a wise wife, right, oh Witch of the Underworld?” With a wry smile, Shuu Saura chided her childish behaviour. There was now nothing obstructing the space between them, and the woman called the Witch of the Underworld’s face was now exposed. She had a cold, inhuman beauty that made it possible to mistake her for a doll if she didn’t move. Her expression was rigid like a mask. Her voice and tone were clearly peeved but her face showed absolutely none of that emotion. “Return it.” His words short, Shuu Saura ordered, extending his hand. The woman was silent and expressionless, but as if in a fit of anger, threw it behind her. 10 | P a g e To the man feared as the Pluto, she was behaving unreservedly like a spoiled child. Sulking. An innocence as if being feared as a witch was a lie. Shuu Saura let out an aghast sigh and then his wry smile was filled with deep affection. “Do not trouble me so much.” “I refuse, I want you to care for me more.” But the witch grew more and more peevish, and more and more reckless. “Look.” She stood and advanced on him. She suddenly opened her top and exposed two abundant breasts. Exposed and marked on her breast was a brutal brand. Harming her artificially perfect beauty, a cruel blot. However, the woman was proud, throwing out her chest to show it. “You were the one that freed me from slavery, weren’t you?” Her honey-like voice coaxingly whispered. “Don’t you have a duty of tying me down?” Then she took his right hand and guided it to the mark upon her breast, the proof that she was once a slave. “…Honestly.” As he looked at her like a beloved child, he reacted to her words. “You are free. In this world, there exists no chain that can bind a person to another.” 11 | P a g e He softly stroked the brand on her breast. The fingertip touching the witch’s breast was gentle and loving. “I’m drowning in the freedom you gave me, so I can only cling to you.” The Witch of the Underworld encircled his neck with her arms and straddled his lap. “Please. Look at me. Hold me. Don’t let me go. Hold me tight. Until we die. And then once we are reborn. Forever. Always.” The witch leant her slender body into him, compressing her abundant breasts between them. “That is your atonement to me.” Her face was motionless, seeming artificial. However, her gazing eyes alone, they were filled with tears. In place of an answer, Shuu Saura strongly embraced her. Without touching even a finger more together, without even a kiss. Sharing a slight warmth in this frozen world. It was as if — They were confirming the connection of their souls, it was a deep, passionate embrace. There, Shuu Saura’s dream was interrupted, and Moroha awoke. “It was a bit of a waste.” 12 | P a g e The piercing cold of the room, the warmth of the woman in his arms, it was all a dream. The real Haimura Moroha was here. In the courtyard of Akane Private Academy High-school. An academy of those who inherited their past life’s memories and superhuman abilities, Reincarnators, or Saviours. He’d fallen asleep sprawled on the lawn, basking in the sun. “So that was the Witch of the Underworld… We finally met.” With his eyes still closed, Moroha thought over the dream, gathering up the feelings that were racing away from his arms, the remnants of his dream. The irreplaceable feeling, of the heat of the woman’s skin. The incomparable softness of the abundant chest. He didn’t want to lose them and gripped onto them. “That’s right… they were about this big.” Set in his right hand, he enjoyed a certain softness. 13 | P a g e 14 | P a g e “Ahh♥” Suddenly, he heard an ardent, agonised sigh. From directly in front of him too. “— What?” Moroha’s eyes flew open. His dozing and the final fragments of his slumber blew away. “Morning, Moroha.” A beautiful girl’s face vividly filled his vision. “What are you doing, Shizuno?” Surprised, he reflexively tried to stir, but couldn’t. The girl, Urushibara Shizuno, had tightly snuggled up to him and was leaning against his chest. He was having a nice sleep, and suddenly this happened. He always had to be on his guard. Shizuno answered nonchalantly. “‘What?’ I’m getting my breasts felt up.” “I’m sorry!” He frantically removed the hand he had grabbed onto Shizuno’s generous breasts with whilst half asleep. “I can’t let my guard down around you, can I?” “I was half asleep. I wholeheartedly apologise.” “I forgive you. In fact, you can touch them more you know?” 15 | P a g e Shizuno took his right hand and tried to guide it towards her chest. “So? That aside, what are you doing here?” Moroha gently took his hand back and moved the topic onto something else. Reproaching him for being cold, Shizuno languidly answered as she placed her head on his chest. “Isn’t it obvious that I’m basking in the sun?” With Shizuno’s full, abundant chest glued to him like this, he was excessively aware of them. They were pressed around his stomach, flattened and giving a pleasant shaking feeling. He’d just felt them and it brought the indescribable sensation in the palm of his hand back to mind. “Th-then wouldn’t here be fine?” Moroha frantically patted the space next to him.