HB Translations

In a world called Agrinion, where humans and demons coexist yet remain divided, a long history of conflict stretches back to the beginning—when one side first seized dominance over the other. It began in the remote frontier territories, where autonomous rule had been granted. There, sporadic uprisings in the name of freedom marked the first sparks of rebellion. A long and grueling struggle followed. Through persistence and sacrifice, the resistance gradually expanded its control, eventually founding a sovereign nation. But the fighting did not end there—it only evolved. On one side stood the demons, superior in individual power but fewer in number. On the other stood the humans, divided across many kingdoms, who boasted overwhelming numbers yet were entangled in endless power struggles, unable to unite against their common foe. Over time, this unbalanced parity created a precarious equilibrium—one that neither side could decisively tip. And so, time passed in an uneasy ...

  "I was terribly tired , but after waking up, I endured the sleepiness and ate breakfast. The breakfast served at the inn didn't look particularly appetizing, but it was warm, and perhaps because my body needed it, it tasted good when I ate it. Seeing me like that, Novem looked relieved. 'You seemed awfully tired yesterday, but you look fine today, don't you? Your complexion isn't bad either.' Since waking up, I've been completely dependent on Novem. I even let her help me wash my face, brush my teeth, and set my hair. Several times, I heard the First Generation's voice shouting at me, mostly telling me not to rely on Novem. For some reason, they seem to be quite concerned about Novem." "It's not just the First Generation. From the Fourth Generation back—the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Generations—they all seem to be somewhat lenient with Novem. As for the Fifth Generation and onwards, perhaps because Novem's family is a vassal...

At night, I had dozed off while sitting on a chair in the corridor, only to find myself in an unfamiliar room—surrounded by my ancestors. How did things end up like this? Even I didn’t understand. “Seriously...” In the center of the room was a large round table, and we were all seated around it. The chairs were tall, with backs that rose higher than my head. They suited the luxurious atmosphere of the room, but something about them felt surreal. All over the room were embedded blue, glowing orbs. One such orb also glowed at the center of the table. “You were the one who messed up his education!” “Not me! The Walt House is patrilineal, and Lyle was officially chosen as the heir! It’s definitely not my fault! If I’d been there, I would’ve smacked my son!” A barbarian-looking man and my grandfather were grappling and arguing. Although the barbarian man seemed stronger, the rest of the room looked on indifferently. Ignoring the two, the discussion returned to me. A man dressed like a hunte...

  On top of the wagon, I turned my eyes toward the girl sitting across from me. When I glanced at her, she was looking at me too. Our eyes met—then we both quickly looked away. “Hahaha, how cute and innocent,” chuckled the middle-aged traveling merchant, watching us with amusement. Her name is Novem Focksuz. Her hairstyle—a side ponytail—matched her long, light brown hair, giving her a bright, energetic impression. She carried a square leather bag, likely packed with travel gear. She wasn't wearing the dress I usually saw her in. Instead, she’d chosen something easier to move around in. Her thick-soled boots made her look taller—more like a grown woman. Normally calm and composed, today she seemed a little tense. I leaned forward and whispered low enough that the merchant wouldn’t hear. “How did you know? And more importantly—are you out of your mind, coming with me like this?” “…Was I a bother?” With a troubled look, Novem, second daughter of a baron household, replied softly. Fro...