Summer Event / Haunted Manor - Shaw's Story Translations

Here you'll find all of Shaw's Manor Story scenes translated!

Intro: Treasure Appraisal Operation

Translation

A light drizzle caressed the mountains and forests, the steep cliffs plunged straight into the lush sea of trees, as if a moment of carelessness would plunge them into an abyss.

Amidst the roar of the engine, a silver sports car broke through the thin fog and smoothly drove up the mountain road.

I turned my gaze from the window to the relaxed-looking person in the driver's seat.

Kasa: After working overtime for so long, I just stepped out of the company gate when you mysteriously "kidnapped" me.

Kasa: Where are you taking me?

Shaw: Didn't I tell you? You've been kidnapped.

Kasa: Oh? But it looks like the back seat is filled with gear and suitcases from the last camping trip?

Shaw: Now everyone is advocating for improved welfare to prevent some "hostages" from turning hostage at the slightest provocation.

He spoke lazily, and then, under my gaze, he raised his hand and pressed something on the dashboard.

With a "snap," the car storage box next to me popped out.

A colorful array of small bags of snacks came into view. I raised an eyebrow and casually tore open a bag of nut chocolate.

Kasa: So, is this for "sealing off" the opening?

Shaw: ...Is snacks all you care about? You're hopeless.

He glanced at me silently and pointed to the storage box.

Shaw: Look closely, the answer to your curiosity is inside.

I reached into the box and rummaged around a bit, finally spotting an envelope peeking out from behind the mountain of snacks.

The aroma of ink wafted through the air, and on the clear paper, written in neat calligraphy, was the message: "Welcome Mr. Shaw and his assistant, Ms. Kasa, to the Norberty Mansion."

Kasa: ...Noberty Mansion? What kind of place is that?

Shaw: A somewhat old aristocratic manor. Its owner is an old man named Norbert, one of my regular clients.

Shaw: He recently decided to sell the estate, but there are still some antiques inside that need to be appraised, so he asked me to help him with that.

Shaw: During this period, we can stay at the manor, with all meals and lodging included.

Kasa: Is there such a good thing?!

I was momentarily excited, but this strangely familiar scene suddenly reminded me of...

My thrilling memories from Danfei Mountain Villa.

Kasa: Wait a minute, you could handle this appraisal yourself, why did you ask me to help?

Kasa: You're not going to make me play along with some kind of act like you did with Mrs. Gold Chain, are you?

Shaw: Do I have to use the same reason twice? Am I that bored?

Shaw: It's because someone always said they wanted to find a forest to cool off.

Shaw: Instead of going to the vicinity of Love Land City, let's find something new.

I curled the corners of my lips and drew out my voice.

Kasa: Oh—so someone specifically took on jobs just for me?

Shaw: ...You're quite good at reading comprehension.

Shaw: This job is simple and well-paid, why wouldn't I take it?

I smiled as I watched his insincere expression, picked up another chocolate and put it in my mouth, feeling double the sweetness in my heart and mouth.

Before we knew it, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining through the lingering clouds.

The vehicle slowly drove through the gate with a sign that read "Summer Resort" and stopped in front of a very charming mansion.

The entire marble exterior wall is carved with exquisite patterns, and the dark green stained windows are spotless, as if they have never been touched by time.

Layers of vines cascaded down the walls, like an intricately woven curtain, slowly enveloping the manor.

Kasa: ...What a magnificent building!

I tilted my head back and murmured to myself, my gaze sweeping over the light beige wall before hesitatingly looking at Shaw.

Kasa: You mentioned before that this manor is quite old?

Shaw: Norbert says it's at least 150 years old.

Kasa: Strange... I've visited quite a few century-old houses when I was doing my show before.

Kasa: No matter how well they are maintained, there will always be some marks on the walls... but this

The manor looks brand new.

Kasa: You haven't come to the wrong place, have you?

Shaw: ...I'm not so stupid as to get the address wrong.

Even so, Shaw's gaze slowly swept over the mansion in front of him, a hint of doubt flashing across his face.

??: Are you Shaw and Kasa?

A low, husky voice suddenly rang out behind us, startling Shaw and me.

Turning around, we saw an elderly man in a sharp suit appear in the garden at some point, bowing to us.

Shaw: ...Who are you?

Housekeeper: I am the butler of the Norberty Mansion. The master has instructed me to take good care of you two on his behalf.

Housekeeper: Please come with me, and the maid will bring your luggage to your room shortly.

Shaw: Thanks.

Shaw tapped a few times on his phone and pulled me to follow the butler. As we walked through the flower-filled courtyard, he casually asked a question.

Shaw: Such a large estate must have required a lot of effort to maintain.

Housekeeper: Yes, in addition to routine cleaning and maintenance, we also do a thorough deep cleaning once a month...

Kasa: Oh, no wonder this place looks so new!

I nodded thoughtfully. The sunlight slanted into the courtyard, and the fountain's droplets shimmered, reflecting our shadows as we walked, leaving sparkling ripples.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes rippled gently, and a tingling sensation swept across my skin, as if a thin current was quietly flowing through my fingertips.

Kasa: ...!

I paused, and instinctively grabbed Shaw's hand.

Shaw: What's wrong?

I shook my head hesitantly.

Kasa: It's nothing, I was probably just too tired from working overtime and my vision was blurry for a moment...

Shaw gently rubbed my hair a few times, then pulled me into his arms.

The familiar scent of mint filled my breath, relaxing my dizzy mind.

Shaw: Even an iron man breaks down after working so hard for so many days.

Shaw: Nothing else to do today, go upstairs and catch up on some sleep first.

Kasa: No, no, you don't understand. A working person's precious vacation time shouldn't be spent entirely sleeping.

Kasa: And...shouldn't you have suggested a more "Shaw" option?

Shaw: Sigh, I was just trying to get you to rest, and you don't even appreciate it.

He yawned lazily, his eyes sparkling with a clear smile, as if melting into the summer sun.

Shaw: OK, then you just wait and see.

Shaw: I guaranteed to make your holiday exciting and fun.

Kasa: ......what are you up to?

He shrugged, pulled his suitcase, and was the first to walk through the manor gate.

The cicadas buzzed in the courtyard, their chirping mingling with our playful shouts, creating the most vibrant melody of this summer.

Story 1: Porcelain Shadows

Translation

Kasa: This manor looks really nice (￣⁠‿￣⁠)

Shaw: …If it’s good, it’s good. Why are you looking at me like that?

Kasa: Hmph, before, when we went to the manor, it was either a short trip, work, or I was tricked into going on an adventure by you.

Kasa: But this time, I can relax and enjoy myself while keeping an eye on your work.

Shaw: Dream on. You'll have to stay with me when I'm working.

Kasa: Hehe, I didn't hear that.

Kasa: I need to wander around a bit first and plan out what to do next!

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In the quiet storage room, rows of brass lamps cast a dim glow, casting indistinct shadows on the various porcelain pieces stacked on the display shelves.

Shaw put on white gloves and picked up a porcelain piece with a skull pattern.

Shaw: ...The next one is the porcelain vase in the first compartment of the 13th multi-compartment display cabinet.

Upon hearing this, I wrote down the porcelain's number on the record sheet and pricked up my ears to record the process of expert Shaw's "treasure appraisal".

Shaw: The Norbert family records state that this was a piece of Kraak porcelain they acquired at a high price.

Shaw: The bottle has a narrow neck, rounded shoulders, and a wide, rounded belly, suggesting a style from the Ming Dynasty.

He carefully examined the brushstrokes and the body of the porcelain with a magnifying glass, his voice losing its usual flamboyance and gaining a touch of rigor.

Shaw: However, the bottle body is made of glutinous rice clay, which differs from Kraak porcelain.

Shaw: The skull pattern on the vase is quite rare, but the blurred spots in the cobalt blue glaze appear to float on the surface, suggesting it was deliberately painted with a brush...

"...In conclusion, although this porcelain vase is a Ming Dynasty imitation, it is still a fine piece among export porcelains, and its pattern is quite unique, giving it certain collectible value."

Almost as soon as Shaw stated his conclusion, the most important keywords were already flowing from my pen onto the paper.

I stared blankly at these unfamiliar phrases.

How do I know all this?

But I always felt that what he said was very familiar, as if I had recorded it somewhere before.

I was unconsciously poking and dotting on the paper with my ballpoint pen when I suddenly felt a pain in my forehead.

Kasa: Ouch! What are you doing?!

Shaw: Why are you looking so worried? Is being my assistant that hard?

He withdrew the finger that had just "ambushed" me, then took the notebook and carefully flipped through a few pages, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Shaw: Wow, not bad! You remember everything perfectly.

Shaw: Did you do your homework in advance?

Kasa: No, I don't know why... it feels like I've heard it before.

Shaw suddenly fell silent. He stroked his chin, and his tone became low.

Shaw: Actually, there are indeed some rumors circulating in the museum.

Kasa: ...what rumors?

Shaw: Legend has it that there are indeed several "soul-locking porcelains" in the mansion, which imprison many resentful souls.

Shaw: After they have their sights set on a target, they will whisper in the target's ear in the middle of the night.

Shaw: They deliberately waited until people were in a daze, then dragged them into the jar to be their scapegoats.

He leaned down, as if afraid of disturbing something, and whispered in my ear.

Shaw: Could it be... that they're targeting you?

My breath hitched, and I instinctively moved closer to Shaw, but when I looked up, I suddenly saw a cunning glint in his eyes.

Kasa: ...You're lying again!

I raised my fist to punch him, but he nimbly dodged it. He turned the page of his notebook and tapped the blank page lightly with two fingers together.

Shaw: It was just something I made up on the spot.

Shaw: Assistants, please stop slacking off during work hours!

Shaw: Haven't you noticed we've run out of record sheets? We should go to the housekeeper to restock.

Kasa: Who started slacking off first?!

I glared at him resentfully, then glanced at the display case full of antiques awaiting appraisal.

I shoved the notebook into his arms and got up to walk out of the storage room.

My footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

The brass wall lamps on both sides were covered with silk shades, and the halo of light could barely illuminate the display cases, making the collection rooms, which were already similarly laid out, even more difficult to distinguish.

After passing through yet another similar display cabinet, I swallowed hard and looked around.

In the dimly lit room, rows of porcelain pieces could be vaguely seen.

The figures on the porcelain are lifelike, with stiff smiles on their pale faces, and a cold luster under the dim light.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but with every step I took, it seemed like the eyes of those people were slowly following me, as if they were watching me.

Shaw's words swirled in my mind. I tried my best to suppress all sorts of bizarre thoughts and continued walking forward.

I had only taken two steps when I suddenly heard a strange sound behind me.

Clang, clang.

The slow footsteps dragged out a sluggish rhythm, carrying a cold, metallic twang, approaching me inch by inch.

Kasa: .....

I dared not turn around, but several ghostly figures and the scene behind me involuntarily appeared in my mind, and my heart pounded even harder.

I quickened my pace silently. The sound followed closely, getting closer and closer to me.

The next second, a force landed on my shoulder.

Kasa: Ahhhh!!!

I reflexively lifted my foot to run forward, but the force gripped my shoulder and pulled me backward without giving me a chance to refuse.

??: My ears are going deaf.

A familiar voice drifted into my ears, and I turned around in a daze, gazing into a pair of shimmering golden eyes.

Shaw wore a slightly helpless smile, the silver chain around his neck swaying gently with his movements, reflecting a dazzling light in the dim room.

Shaw: Why did going out make me even sillier...? Hmm.

My heart, which had been pounding in my throat, finally settled back down. I threw myself into his arms and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, belatedly, I looked up and poured out all my shock and lingering fear.

Kasa: Why were you following me without saying a word?

Kasa: I kept hearing strange noises, and I thought something was actually coming out of the porcelain... It's all your fault for telling those ghost stories...

He froze for a moment, then his warm palm covered the back of my neck.

Shaw: ...were you really scared?

Shaw: Okay, all that talk about porcelain and jars was just me making things up.

I gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, and all those strange imaginings from before seemed to fade into the distance amidst the lingering warmth and sound.

The next moment, I felt a warm, smooth touch on my wrist.

Looking down, I saw him touch the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist and carefully wrap it around mine several times.

Kasa: Are you...?

Shaw: Top-grade sandalwood, believed to ward off evil spirits.

Shaw: Aren't you scared? You can wear it for a couple of days.

He slipped his fingertips back between my fingers, gripped my hand tightly, and carefully examined my face.

Shaw: It's okay, you didn’t even cry.

Shaw: I'm off to work.

Perhaps it was the beaded bracelet, or maybe it was his voice.

Or perhaps it was the warmth of his hand—or simply the comfort of having him by my side—that filled my heart with a strange sense of peace.

I let him pull me forward, and a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.

Kasa: Hmph, I'm going on strike today! I'll just sit here and watch you work...

As we left, the motion-sensor lights gradually went out, and the collection room returned to tranquility.

Rows of blue and white porcelain stand silently, the figures on the vases smiling, their pale faces faintly visible.

In a dark corner where no one was paying attention, a porcelain vase was suddenly bumped by something invisible, and it wobbled and shifted half an inch.

Story 2: A spiritual talisman

Translation

Kasa: Look at my flash!

I waved the handle, and a chubby ghost on the screen was immediately frozen in place.

I took the opportunity to manipulate the little man and run past "Shaw," who was still fighting with the ghost.

Kasa: Hehe, I'm off now!

Shaw's appraisal work has progressed very smoothly during this period. The antiques that were buried in the corner of the manor have gradually been unearthed and have vivid stories revealed.

However, since we've run out of some key repair materials and are currently procuring them, we've paused our work for tonight and are playing motion-sensing games instead.

In the heat of the battle, I suddenly flung my hand, and the handle flew off and landed on the floor.

Kasa: Wait, wait, wait! My handle flew off!

Shaw: No waiting, I'm going to "go first!"

He gave a soft hum, but still pressed the button on the handle, and the words "Intermission" appeared on the screen.

I chuckled and quickly looked down, but couldn't find the black handle anywhere.

Shaw: Haven't found it yet?

A bluish-purple head popped out from behind me, his gaze wandering across the floor for a moment before settling on a spot near the corner of the wall.

I followed his gaze and saw that the carpet there was sunken and had a hole the size of a fist at the edge.

Kasa: Could it be such a coincidence... that it fell in here?

He stepped forward and lifted the carpet, revealing a wooden panel embedded in the marble floor with large gaps along its edges.

Shaw: It's probably just a coincidence, since I've already seen it elsewhere.

After he finished speaking, he gripped the gap in the wooden board with his fingertips and lifted it gently.

With a creaking sound, a tilted iron ladder extended, revealing the dim space below.

We cautiously peered out. The rusty iron ladder was covered with layers of cobwebs, and two steps were missing from the middle section.

Looking down, all I could see were a few gray cardboard boxes piled up haphazardly next to the iron ladder, but there was no sign of a handle.

Kasa: It might have fallen into a crevice... Should we ask the housekeeper to send someone to look for it?

While I hesitated, the person next to me got up and started rummaging through his camping backpacks.

Kasa: What are you doing?

Shaw: Looking for a flashlight. Hey, don't just stand there, get two masks out.

Shaw: Instead of waiting here, we might as well go down and take a look ourselves.

The rough stone wall was damp, and it was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of water droplets falling.

The moment I stepped on the ground, a strange smell wafted up, like the smell of incense in a temple, or like a mixture of some chemical agents.

I couldn't help but look around, and Shaw and I scanned the room with the light of our flashlights.

One side of the room was crammed with wooden crates of all sizes, stacked almost as tall as a person.

On the other side was a long table with a thick stack of yellow paper piled up beside it, looking somewhat eerie under the light.

I shuddered, trying to remain calm as I searched for the handle. Suddenly, I saw a familiar corner peeking out from under the long table.

I quickly crouched down and felt around, but my fingertips touched something rough yet soft.

I picked it up in confusion and looked at it—it was a rough yellow paper with ancient, dark red characters on it, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Kasa: ...!

I grabbed the handle beside me, jumped up from the ground, and turned to rush towards Shaw.

He was standing next to the box, his thumb and forefinger held together in front of his nose, as if he were sniffing something.

Seeing me run towards him with a panicked expression, he brushed the orange powder off his hands.

Shaw: What's wrong?

Kasa: I accidentally took down a strange talisman from under the table! Hmm, it should be okay, right?

Shaw frowned, approached the talisman I mentioned, observed it for a moment, then looked around, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Then, with a solemn expression, he reached out and pointed to the furnishings in the room one by one before letting out a sigh of relief.

Shaw: These talismans may appear chaotic, but they actually correspond to the eight trigrams and their directions.

Shaw: Someone must have deliberately arranged it like this to trap something here.

Shaw: You probably bumped into it just now.

I looked around frantically, feeling as if a monster might emerge from the shadows at any moment. I gripped the flashlight tighter and took a few steps closer to Shaw.

Kasa: ...then what do we do?

He gave a long "hmm" and gestured with his chin toward the table.

Shaw: Luckily, there are yellow talisman papers here; I have a solution.

After he finished speaking, he walked to the table, picked up the yellow paper, and then found a brush and paint. With a slight turn of his wrist, the brush, fully dipped in red paint, hovered over the talisman paper.

The pen tip touched the paper, and the ink meandered across the paper like a dragon. The next second, Shaw stuck a piece of yellow paper to my forehead.

The rough texture between my eyebrows made me want to rub it, but as soon as I raised my wrist, Shaw grabbed it.

Shaw: Don't move. This is a "Five Thunder Talisman," used to ward off evil and ensure peace.

Shaw: This talisman needs to be infused with "power" to take effect. My abilities are limited; I can only draw one per day.

Shaw: I have no choice but to sacrifice myself and stick to you.

...Is it really that mysterious? I looked at his serious expression with a mixture of belief and skepticism.

After a long pause, I still couldn't bear it and pursed my lips.

Kasa: Wouldn't that put you in danger...?

Kasa: Otherwise, you teach me, and I'll draw it for you?

After I finished speaking, I picked up the stack of yellow papers beside me, and a thin note suddenly flew down from between the yellow papers.

I picked up the note and my eyes fell on the words on it.

Kasa: "Retro colored rice paper, suitable for elementary school students to DIY and practice calligraphy..."

Kasa: ...Didn't you say this was yellow paper for drawing talismans?

In a flash, I realized something and tore the talisman off my forehead.

One look——

The large characters "Stupid Rabbit" appeared before my eyes, and Shaw's arrogant laughter simultaneously entered my ears.

Kasa: Shaw!!!

Shaw: You truly live up to your name as a silly rabbit.

Shaw: Didn't you notice that the talisman paper you just saw didn't even have a talisman head or foot?

Kasa: ...You mean, that wasn't a talisman?

Shaw: Of course not.

Shaw: The characters on this are in seal script and mean "mosquitoes, go away".

Shaw: It's likely that someone added medicinal powders like realgar and lemongrass to the ink while practicing calligraphy, also as a way to repel insects.

Kasa: How could I have known that?

I puffed out my cheeks in frustration, annoyed that I had fallen into a trap again, but then I saw him holding a talisman between his middle and index fingers and handing it to me.

Unfolding the talisman paper, I saw runes drawn on it that I couldn't understand. The powerful and vigorous characters were written in one go, and they looked very imposing.

Shaw: This is the real "Five Thunder Talisman".

Shaw: Remember this, don't be so easily fooled.

Although I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, I couldn't help but let out a soft snort when I caught a glimpse of Shaw's upturned lips.

Kasa: It's just a Five Thunder Talisman... wait, I'll draw it for you right now!

After I finished speaking, I picked up the yellow paper. As the ink from the pen tip spread a small shadow on the paper, a strange sense of familiarity washed over me.

I seem to have drawn quite a few strange patterns somewhere, and then...

Shaw: Weren't you going to draw it for me? What are you daydreaming about?

The sound beside me interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the inexplicable images.

Then I wrote "Shaw" characters on the talisman paper in one breath and pressed it against Shaw's chest.

Kasa: Be optimistic!

Kasa: To me, your name is more effective than any spell.

Shaw's eyes widened slightly, and the speed of his heartbeat under my palm seemed to quicken a little.

The flashlight beam flickered, casting shifting light and shadow on his face, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle.

He stuffed the "Five Thunder Talisman" into his chest pocket and grabbed my hand.

Shaw: Okay, I'll accept it.

Shaw: In exchange, I guarantee you'll be safe and sound by my side.

The burning warmth seeped from our clasped hands into our hearts, illuminating the path ahead.

I smiled and suddenly realized that the fear in my heart had already dissipated without me even noticing.

All that filled my heart was anticipation for the next adventure together.

Story 3: Jungle Mystery Song

Translation

The stream shimmered with tiny golden glints, and cool water droplets trickled slowly down the outside of the Coke bottle—everything smelled like summer.

I lay back in my camping chair, leisurely took a sip of my ice-cold cola, squinted my eyes, and raised my voice.

Kasa: Shaw, the tent isn't set up yet!

Kasa: When exactly are we going to pick wild berries?

A shadow carrying the scent of mint suddenly descended.

Shaw bent down and bit my straw, taking a gentle sip. The cola visibly decreased by more than half.

Shaw: Although it was supposed to be a camping trip, some people ended up enjoying themselves on their own.

Kasa: Who said that? I'm efficient; I've already prepared the basket for picking wild berries!

I picked up the bamboo basket with conviction, only to hear Shaw scoff.

Shaw: Okay, let's go now, you great hero.

Kasa: Yay... I'll grab my sun-protective shirt!

After I finished speaking, I shoved the Coke bottle into his hand and rummaged through my backpack for a long time, but I couldn't find the clothing anywhere.

Kasa: I distinctly remember stuffing my sun-protective clothing here...

I scratched my head in frustration, then put my backpack aside and followed Shaw under the scorching sun.

In the tranquil forest, a stream babbles, and wildflowers and moss, like twinkling stars, adorn the foot of the tall trees.

I picked the last ripe wild berry from the vine and carefully placed it in my basket.

Kasa: Hmm... a few more handfuls and that should be enough!

Seeing that Shaw was still picking berries a few steps away, I put down my basket, casually turned on the radio that was tied to Shaw's bag, and planned to listen to something to relax.

The radio crackled and popped, and a hoarse female voice began to sing softly.

Radio: "The tree shadows are long, and lost souls hang from the branches. The shadowy figure swings and swings, but cannot escape this bewitching land..."

Kasa: These lyrics are so scary...

I shrank back and heard him casually reply with an "oh".

Shaw: Last time I was on a field trip, I listened the folklore channel and forgot to switch it back.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" I glanced at him silently and pressed the turntable button.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a vibrant color hanging on a branch not far away, swaying in the wind as if someone were actually shaking it.

A mountain breeze rustled through the vines and leaves, accompanied by the crackling sound of changing channels, sending chills down my spine.

I swallowed hard, about to look away. But then I saw the garment flip over in the mountain breeze, revealing a familiar pattern.

That's... my sun-protective clothing! Why is it there?

I gripped the basket tightly in my hand and hesitantly tugged at Shaw.

Kasa: I feel like that dress looks a lot like mine... Will you come with me to take a look?

Shaw: Okay, let's go.

He nodded casually, took my hand, and led me toward that vibrant color.

As I got closer, some blurry images suddenly surfaced in my mind.

In the dim forest, sun-protective clothing fluttered out of our hotel room window, brushing past blurry shadows...

I stopped in my tracks, trying to capture more of the scene, but I couldn't feel anything.

While I was in a daze, Shaw landed and leaped onto a branch, his long fingers lightly hooking the garment swaying in the wind.

Shaw: Hmm... It really is yours.

Shaw: Even if the wind blew it here, the distance is still too far!

The light sun-protective clothing felt like a heavy stone pressing on my heart. I looked up at Shaw and carefully began to speak.

Kasa: Actually, on the way here, an image of it being blown onto a tree suddenly appeared in my mind, along with some blurry shadows...

Kasa: You think this isn't a paranormal phenomenon? Or... some kind of strange Evol?

I asked anxiously, and Shaw lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

Shaw: Paranormal phenomena are not necessarily true, but they could very well be related to Evol.

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the long stretch of barbed wire not far away.

Shaw: I read the estate's history book the day before yesterday, which said that this land has retained some kind of Evol since a hundred years ago.

Shaw: The Noberti family has always regarded it as a protective force...

Shaw: I'll go through the information again after we get back from camping.

I nodded, and before heading back, I subconsciously closed my eyes and tried to feel it again.

The fluctuation, however, vanished as quickly as dew, leaving no trace.

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It got dark quickly. We returned to the campsite, ate a simple meal, and then crawled into our tent to rest.

As the evening breeze blew, the shadows of the trees outside the tent swayed more violently, as if dangling legs were swinging.

The shadows of the surrounding fabric grew increasingly mottled, like lingering ghosts approaching us step by step.

Radio: "The shadow puppet sways and sways, but it can't escape this bewitching land..."

Suddenly, the song from the daytime seemed to echo in my ears again.

The unease in my heart surged again, and I subconsciously curled up in Shaw's arms. He raised his hand and hugged me, and I heard his weary murmur in my ear.

Shaw: Still not sleeping?

Kasa: I always feel like I'll see a shadowy figure floating in front of me when I close my eyes; it gives me nightmares.

Shaw: Didn't you dare to get close and look during the day?

Kasa: That's because I know you're there. When two people are together, courage just increases!

Kasa: But I was all alone in my dream, of course I was scared...

I muttered to myself, feeling him pull me closer to his chest, his chin resting lazily on my forehead.

Shaw: Coward.

He raised his arm and put the wired earphones into my ears.

The deep bass sound exploded in my ears like a sudden clap of thunder on a summer night, instantly stealing all my attention.

Shaw: Isolated's new song, but so far only the bass part has been recorded.

Shaw: I wouldn't have taken it out if I didn't see you were scared.

I closed my eyes, but I felt that what fell on the world after the thunder was not a torrential downpour, but a gentle drizzle.

Those tense, sharp fragments of fear were gradually dissolved by the dense musical notes.

At this moment, my whole world is immersed in this tenderness.

I gently took off the earphone from my left ear and put it in his ear.

Kasa: I'm not afraid anymore... but I still want to listen to it with you~

The wired headphones had such short cords that our heads were almost touching.

He didn't say anything, he just tightened his grip on my hands.

Outside the tent, dark clouds completely obscured the moonlight. In the pitch black, a sudden downpour began, pounding against the tent with a loud crash.

The damp raindrops, carrying the scent of the forest, seeped into the tent, and the sultry air suddenly became lighter, as if even breathing could exude a sweet fragrance.

The sound of rain, his breathing, and bass guitar was like a lullaby; when I closed my eyes, the world was free of disturbing ghosts and nightmares.

Only he held my hand as we walked through the forest filled with wildflowers, sharing the intoxicating sweetness of wild berries amidst a rain of colorful petals.

On this night, all worries and gloom were shut out, and only the two of us embraced each other, sinking into a sweet dream.

Story 4: Tales of the Ancient Mirror

Translation

The agarwood on the altar was burning its last bit, and wisps of smoke rose and dissipated from the dressing table.

I rested my chin on my hand and leaned closer to the bronze mirror on the dressing table. The bronze-yellow surface clearly reflected my face, which had just been given a full face of foundation. I examined myself in the mirror from left to right and couldn't help but sigh.

Kasa: Wow, this antique mirror is amazing! After all these years, it's still so shiny!

This afternoon, the mirror on my dressing table shattered inexplicably.

Just as I was worrying about how to do my makeup for the dinner party, Shaw actually called the butler and brought out an antique bronze mirror from the collection room.

He leaned against the bay window behind me, one leg propped on the windowsill, seemingly deep in thought.

After a moment, he answered lazily.

Shaw: It had been repaired before, so of course it's usable.

Kasa: Really? I can't see any traces of repair.

I said with a bit of doubt, staring intently at the details in the mirror.

My gaze swept across the back of the mirror, and amidst the exquisite floral and bird patterns, I spotted a familiar symbol.

It resembles both a sharp S and a lightning bolt... a mark I would never mistake.

Kasa: Oh, it has your repair marks on it! Was this something you repaired for Sir Norbert Reed before?

Shaw squinted, jumped down from the bay window, walked up to me, and pinched my nose.

Shaw: If you're going to play a trick on me, at least show some sincerity, okay?

Shaw: I didn't take this order, how could it possibly be on it...?

His words abruptly stopped when his gaze fell upon the engravings. He subconsciously reached out and ran his hand over the lines, his brows furrowing in dismay.

Shaw: ...This does resemble the marks I leave when I repair things.

Shaw: But I've never fixed that mirror.

I propped my cheek up with one hand and tilted my head to look at the mirror in front of me, puzzled.

Kasa: Could it have been scratched during a previous move? It can't be such a coincidence...

Shaw: Well, it's not that simple.

He responded in a low voice. I couldn't help but turn my head, my gaze falling on him through the mirror.

He lowered his eyes thoughtfully, his fingertips unconsciously gripping the roots of his hair.

His hair seemed to be growing very fast these past few days, and the stray hairs on his forehead were slightly covering his eyes, making him look uncomfortable.

With a sudden thought, I nudged Shaw.

Kasa: We'll ask the butler about the markings at the dinner later.

Kasa: Time's almost up, shall I style your hair for the evening event first?

Shaw: Nah....

Despite saying that, he still sat down next to me. I picked out the tools I needed from the vanity and combed his hair.

Spraying mint-scented hairspray onto my palm, memories mingled with a refreshing scent spread through my mind.

...These past few days, while he was appraising and restoring cultural relics, his bangs would always droop down uncontrollably, blocking his view.

Whenever he was thinking, he would impatiently puff out his cheeks and blow air upwards, causing his stray hairs to fly up as if dancing.

I couldn't help but smile and quickly comb his stray hairs back, strand by strand. The bluish-purple hair slipped through my fingers, surprisingly soft.

Soon, a neat slicked-back hairstyle was achieved.

Kasa: Done~

Shaw looked up at me.

With his wispy hair removed, his forehead was fully revealed, his brow bone was sharp as if carved by a knife, and his eyes were even sharper than usual.

Under that gaze, my heart suddenly raced, and I discreetly handed him the bronze mirror.

Kasa: So, what do you think of my skills?

After I finished speaking, I held up the mirror to him, only to see a thin, long black stain running across the center of the mirror, casting a shadow in our reflections.

Kasa: Why is the mirror dirty?

I muttered to myself as I pulled out a tissue and repeatedly wiped the black stains, but gradually, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on the back of my neck.

The tissue was clean, but the black stains on the mirror became thicker and thicker with each wipe, as if a black mist was growing and expanding deep within the mirror.

Shaw: ...!

Before he could say a thing, the sound of metal breaking suddenly seeped out from the mirror.

Shaw wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly in his embrace.

In the chaos, I saw the black stain turn into a crack, spreading along the patterns on the bronze mirror.

With a muffled thud, the bronze mirror broke in two, rolled off its stand, and landed face down on the table.

Kasa: How...how did it suddenly break?

I pursed my lips uneasily, watching Shaw pick up the shards and glance at the broken part.

Shaw: No wonder it cracked because the last repair didn't involve any reinforcement.

Shaw: It's not a big problem; I can just deal it later.

After saying that, he shifted his gaze to my face, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

I vaguely realized something and glanced at the shards of glass.

I don't know where I just rubbed it on, but suddenly there was a gray mark on my face, completely ruining my makeup.

Kasa: Do I have to get my makeup done again?

Shaw: If you keep dawdling, it'll be dark soon. Sit down here.

Without saying a word, he pressed me down into a chair and started picking and choosing things on the dressing table.

It wasn't until he held the brush right in front of me that I finally realized his intention.

Kasa: You want to... do my makeup? That's much harder than applying lipstick!

Shaw: Don't speak, close your eyes.

I nervously closed my eyes, feeling those calloused fingers lift my chin and gently press a few powder puffs onto it.

The brush gently swept across my eyelids, like a feather lightly brushing against my heart, bringing a subtle itch.

In the darkness, the familiar scent of mint seemed to come near and then fade away, causing my heart to flutter.

Shaw: When we restore terracotta figurines, we also paint them.

Shaw: The steps are similar, and the tools are very similar too.

Kasa: ...So am I a terracotta figurine now??

After I finished speaking, I couldn't help but secretly open one eye.

His slightly long, bluish-purple hair was almost within reach, and it lifted slightly with his movements, revealing his focused eyes.

His movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were touching his most precious gift.

As my thoughts wandered, Shaw's voice rang in my ears.

Shaw: Alright.

Kasa: So fast? I need to go to the bathroom and check!

Shaw: Do you still need to watch this?

He suddenly leaned close to me, his carefree eyes filled with my reflection.

He chuckled softly only when he saw my cheeks flush and gradually turn red.

Shaw: Anyway... it's the way I like it.

Story 5: Farewell to Peach Blossom Spring

Translation

On a sweltering afternoon, leaden-gray clouds rolled in like a tide, and the air was thick with a humid heat, as if you could wring water out of it.

The sound of the suitcase wheels hitting the cobblestones broke the brief silence.

Shaw handed a file bag to the butler, the silver chain at his cuff swaying slightly with the movement, reflecting shimmering light.

Shaw: The antiques have all been restored.

Shaw: As for the test report, I will send it directly to Sir Norbert after the testing center provides it.

Housekeeper: Okay, thank you for your effort.

The old man bowed politely. After he finished speaking, I smiled and took out the wooden box I had prepared.

Kasa: Yes, thank you for taking care of us during this time. This is just a small token of our appreciation.

The butler paused for a moment, then took it blankly.

The box lid was opened, and an old man in a paper-cut was tidying up a lunchbox in the kitchen, a gentle smile on his lips.

He stared at it for a moment, then revealed the same kind smile as on the paper-cut.

Housekeeper: Thank you both, I will keep it safe.

Kasa: It's alright. Next time you come to Love Land City, you're welcome to visit the antique shop on West Moon Street!

I waved my hand, and got into the car with Shaw, fastening our seatbelts. Suddenly, an old but gentle voice came through the car window.

Housekeeper: Shaw, Ms. Kasa.

Kasa: What?

He stood by the car window, smiling as he bowed and said goodbye.

Housekeeper: It was my pleasure to host you two.

The car engine emitted a deep hum, and the silver sports car slowly drove out of the ornate iron gate.

In the rearview mirror, the butler's figure gradually shrank into a black dot, and the manor was stretched into a long, thin outline, eventually disappearing at the end of the winding road.

I leaned against the car window, watching everything gradually disappear into the distance, and felt a vague sense of loss.

Kasa: I'm so reluctant to leave...

Shaw: What are you reluctant to leave behind? This place, or the holiday?

Kasa: Both, but I'm still more reluctant to part with this manor... Can you really bear to part with it?

He casually rested one hand on the steering wheel, his bluish-purple hair slightly disheveled by the wind, and his eyes gleaming with unrestrained light.

Shaw: It's worth it. After all, no matter how nice the manor is, it's only a small space.

Shaw: If you ask me, we should think about what new things to do next.

The vehicle turned along several mountain roads, and a few rays of sunlight shone through the dark clouds into the car.

Looking at his profile, the melancholy that had been lingering in my heart quietly transformed into anticipation for the future in this warm and gentle light.

Kasa: Now I'm going to drink the most famous Hong Kong-style milk tea and eat the super crumbly pineapple bun!

Shaw: OK, there you'll go.

Shaw: Didn't you say you wanted to watch the fireworks at the harbor? Now you can go at the perfect time.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the speed at which the scenery outside the car window rushed past suddenly slowed down.

The red brake lights slowly illuminated, and the sport car came to a steady stop on the emergency lane beside the road.

Shaw hissed softly and rubbed his temples with one hand.

Kasa: What's wrong......?

The last syllable of my words was swallowed, my temples throbbed, and a slight dizziness suddenly surged up.

Like a thin mist dissipating, a series of images suddenly and slowly emerged in my mind.

I gestured in the air, "conjuring" a sumptuous feast; Shaw finished carving the flower and bird patterns at the workbench and drew a sharp mark with his hand.

There's also the scene where we bid farewell to several mysterious figures to the accompaniment of melodious music...

Lost memories flooded my mind all at once, and the constant ringing of my phone notifications made me feel a little dizzy.

Suddenly, another call popped up on the car's screen from "Technology Testing Center - Lao Sun." Shaw frowned and pressed the answer button.

Lao Sun: Shaw, didn't I send you the report for the cultural relic testing application you sent last week?

Lao Sun: Why did you send the exact same copy again this week? Did you send it to the wrong person...?

Last week? But didn't we just arrive at the resort last week?

I hurriedly pulled my phone out of my bag, and my gaze froze the moment it met the screen—

The dates were actually seven days longer than we had expected.

Kasa: What's going on? How long have we been here...?

Shaw hung up the phone after a few words, his well-defined fingers tapping out a fine rhythm on the steering wheel.

Shaw: ......interesting.

He murmured to himself, and when he looked up again, the look of surprise had faded from his eyes, replaced by a bright light.

Shaw: Do you dare come back with me to take a look?

I looked into his eyes and nodded.

Kasa: Of course we have to go back. How else would we get to the bottom of this?

Shaw curled his lips into a smile, then suddenly turned the steering wheel, the tires screeching against the asphalt.

The car traced a sharp arc, and soon we reached the mountaintop again.

The mansion, which was grand and tidy just half an hour ago, now looks like a faded old photograph.

The off-white marble walls were peeling away, revealing mottled gray spots; the wrought iron fence was rusty; and vines grew wildly along the collapsed corners of the walls.

We stepped into the familiar lobby, only to find that the butler and staff were nowhere to be seen. In the empty room, only the broken stained-glass windows swayed gently.

Kasa: Could we have really been dreaming?

Shaw: How could that be? There's still "evidence" left here.

Shaw picked up a photo frame from the wall. The glass was cracked, and the paper-cutting inside was faded, but it still clearly reflected the butler's gentle smile.

Shaw: When I get back, I'll ask Noberti about the situation and get a few more people to investigate. I'm sure I can dig out the truth.

I nodded and left the photo frame on the table. The stained glass windows cast spots of light on it, like a silent cocoon formed from the fragments of a story.

Even as the car drove down the hillside and the old house on the mountaintop disappeared into the clouds and mountains, I was still a little dazed.

A warm, large hand landed on my head and rubbed it vigorously.

Shaw: What are you thinking about so much?

Shaw: As long as the memories and feelings we experience are real, isn't that enough?

Shaw: You should think about more important things.

I stared blankly at Shaw. Sunlight streamed through the half-open car window, casting golden rays above his head, which shone brightly against his shimmering golden eyes.

Perhaps, as he said, rather than dwelling on the past, the real warmth around us in the present moment is what we should cherish most.

Kasa: More important things?

Shaw casually turned on Bluetooth and started playing today's recommended song.

「Heaven's waiting down on the tracks.

Oh oh come take my hand. Riding out tonight to case the promised land.」

The setting sun hung in the sky like molten gold, and the winding mountain road stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly leading to an unknown and beautiful promised land.

Shaw: For example, our next destination.

He reached through the gap between the seats and firmly took my hand. Amidst the enthusiastic singing, we set sail towards the tomorrow we looked forward to.

My comments

Shaw's story was really enjoyable, and it was actually the first one I finished reading. He's such a jerk, always messing with MC, but when he's working, it's interesting to see more of his serious side as well.

My favorite parts were chapters 3 and 4, where he shows more of his caring and protective side. <3 And the makeup scene was a nice touch, especially when he compared it to one of his archaeological restoration methods! Still, I was a little worried about the result since he didn't let MC look in the mirror afterward. I'd like to think that, for once, it wasn't one of his tricks... but who knows? 😅

It was also fun to recognize some of the habits that had been mentioned earlier in his birthday event, like how he listens to music and always brings MC snacks.

I do wish we'd gotten a few more romantic moments, though. We had plenty of hand-holding and hugs, buuut I'm still waiting for our proper first kiss! 😘