Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 10: The Spirit Crystal Servant and the Giant Bumblebee
“The soul of a mind sorcerer? What exactly is that?”
Marlon couldn’t help blurting out the question the moment the words left the Master Claw Druid’s lips. His curiosity was immediate, urgent, and almost instinctive.
“It means that, unlike ordinary mind sorcerers who must endure harsh and perilous mental training, constantly confronting and overcoming the darkest fragments within their own minds just to gain a minuscule amount of controllable psychic energy… you, on the other hand, don’t have to do anything, think of anything… and yet, the Soul of a mind sorcerer fills your mind with fully controllable psychic power.”
Master Claw Druid, who had long since relaxed his combat stance, didn’t hold back in explaining this to Marlon. Yet almost immediately, he muttered to himself in puzzlement: “How strange… why has there never been any psychic leakage around you? Not even the slightest anomaly?”
After his self-directed musing, the druid’s gaze roamed over Marlon with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny, from head to toe. Marlon felt increasingly uneasy under the intense inspection.
Trying to divert the druid’s attention, Marlon asked a question that had been gnawing at him for some time: “I’ve heard that mind sorcerers are inherently evil… is that true?”
“Preposterous!” The Master Claw Druid’s voice cut through the air like a whip. He shook his head in disbelief at Marlon’s assumption. “Among the dark and fallen Infernal demons, there are white demon clans that yearn for the light. Among nature-loving druids, there are those who wither and decay. How could all mind sorcerers be inherently evil?”
Marlon hesitated for a moment, but then pointed out the difficulty that had troubled him ever since: “But… I can find records of the Infernal demons, yet I cannot find anything about mind sorcerers except… that initial source of fear and pain, the master of other people’s minds and thoughts. That description seems to summarize all there is about mind sorcerers—there’s nothing else in written records about new mind sorcerers.”
He nodded, acknowledging the druid’s explanation, but immediately followed with another question. Since the three-day blackout he had experienced, Marlon had been consciously searching for information on mind sorcerers—but to no avail.
This question was sharp and pointed, and for a moment, the druid hesitated. Should he reveal the long-hidden secret about White Sand City that had occurred centuries ago, and its connection to mind sorcerers?
“That is because—”
At that precise moment, a loud, resonant voice boomed from a distance behind Marlon.
It was a voice he had never heard before.
Turning toward the source, Marlon saw an unfamiliar elderly man, his hair a flawless silver-white, combed meticulously, radiating an air of disciplined authority.
“Once, an evil mind sorcerer nearly destroyed this very White Sand City with his powers.”
The elderly man, unknown to Marlon, spoke in a voice so commanding that it seemed to substitute for the druid, partially revealing why no books on mind sorcerers could be found in the city.
“Thank you for your explanation. May I ask… who are you?”
Marlon bowed politely in acknowledgment before speaking.
The elderly man, dressed in exquisitely tailored formal attire of the finest fabric, had certainly not come to this beach for leisure or swimming.
“You may call me Mr. Delft.” With that, the white-haired elder stepped directly in front of Marlon. After introducing himself, he cast a faint, teasing smile at the little fox-girl Amy. “Little Amy, it’s been a long time. How is your unreliable father doing?”
Hmm?
This Delft, the adorable little fox-girl Amy, and Inspector Bernard… they seemed remarkably familiar with one another?
Marlon looked down at Amy in surprise. She bared two delicate, sharp fangs at Delft and shook her tiny fists, brimming with indignation.
“Heh… seems your unreliable father is at least doing well now. That puts my mind at ease.”
Amy’s reaction brought a faint smile to Mr. Delft’s face.
Now Marlon was utterly perplexed. What exactly was the relationship between Amy’s family and this Mr. Delft?
“Excuse me, Mr. Delft… what is your relationship with Uncle Bernard’s family?”
If he couldn’t figure it out, he might as well ask directly.
“What relationship?” The elder’s eyes finally returned to Marlon. “Marlon Lister… you can ask that brat Bernard yourself. He’ll answer your question.”
The elder did not answer directly, but he did speak Marlon’s full name aloud.
Marlon did not find this strange; in White Sand City, any informed citizen could recognize him from the countless newspapers detailing his exploits.
What puzzled Marlon was Delft’s attitude toward him—though superficially respectful, it was laced with a patronizing sense, as though he were observing Marlon as he would a small child like Amy. That condescending air… was irritating!
No wonder Amy had displayed such obvious hostility toward him from the very start.
“Ahhenivasssen… Polsentwin, Ennost kaka.”
Unexpectedly, Mr. Delft began muttering in an unusual, almost alien-sounding language.
“Mr. Delft… what language is that?”
Marlon had no comprehension of it at all.
“Nothing much. Just a mind sorcerer incantation for shaping a psychic crystal servant.”
With keen interest, Delft showed Marlon a palm-sized black crystal. Its grotesque shape resembled a venomous black widow spider. “A psychic crystal servant is a mind sorcerer’s manifestation of their psychic energy. You can use it to perform many tasks on your behalf.”
“You may imagine its shape and color as you chant the spell.” The spider-shaped crystal began crawling on Delft’s hand, shifting effortlessly into a black serpent, then a giant black butterfly, and then a huge black hornet.
Delft repeated the incantation slowly, clearly emphasizing the words: “Ahhenivasssen… Polsentwin, Ennost kaka.”
The black hornet crystal seemed to respond to the incantation, three faint white rings glowing along its back.
“Marlon, my friend, do not do as he says! Do not imagine a crystal servant that large!” Master Claw Druid suddenly leapt up, urgently attempting to stop Marlon from uttering the mind sorcerer spell. “He is a third-tier mind sorcerer!”
But it was too late.
Marlon had already silently repeated the incantation in his mind as Mr. Delft spoke it for the second time.
Merely reciting it silently was not the worst part—the real danger was that, while doing so, Marlon had not imagined a simple crystal. Instead, he envisioned a large, cool, and striking hornet—specifically, the Autobots’ Bumblebee from the movie Transformers, in the form of a bright yellow Chevrolet MRO sports car.
Almost simultaneously, as Master Claw Druid shouted his warning, Marlon’s mind was filled with a buzzing, electric-sounding voice:
“My lord… Bumblebee, at your service.”