Shizunda Utahime

Volume 12, page 741...

The two songstresses – when will they sink...

Hailed as the Red Songstress, the daughter of the Duke Firenza – Lord of Firenza
Roberia Maria Della Firenza’s turn

Chess pieces proceed on the game board...
<Holy City of Firenza and the Southern City of Naporta → patron cities of the Red Songstress>
[Firenza Naporta Patrono de Roberia]
Sing! Red Songstress[Roberia], the stage she sets her eyes on
Is the elegant and splendid[elegante e Sfarzoso] capital of beauty - Romana

Hailed as the Azure Songstress, the daughter of the Duke Viscontie – Lord of Milana
Giulietta Simone Del Viscontie’s turn

One after another, the chess pieces proceed...
<Northern City of Milana and Water City of Venera → patron cities of the Azure Songstress>
[Milana e Venera Patrono de Giulietta]
Sing! Azure Songstress[Giulietta], the stage she sets her eyes on
Is the elegant and splendid[elegante e Sfarzoso] capital of adoration – Romana

A passionate, blazing voice that flares up in red with a gorgeous figure, I am the <Greatest Songstress>[regina]!
A pure, honest voice that pours out in azure with a calm smile, I am the <Greatest Songstress>[regina]!

The lurking shadow within the palace - involving the various feudal lords – is the scheming black beast[bestia]
The lurking shadow within the palace - involving the various feudal lords – is the scheming black beast[bestia]
And the feast[festa] of conflicts continue
And the feast[festa] of conflicts continue...

The supreme tiara that the daughter of backwater nobles[Giulietta] yearns for in vain
The supreme tiara that the narcissist lady past her prime[Roberia] yearns for in vain

Is better fit to rest upon the head of the Red Songstress[Roberia]...
Is better fit to rest upon the head of the Azure Songstress[Giulietta]...

......”Long live the queen!”[Evviva! Regina!]

Year 312 of the Itanian calander
King Montelfeltrano IV suddenly passed away
The young prince Alessandro
Claimed the throne as Alessandro I
“Look, Roberia...you now have Naporta within your hands,
All that’s left is to defeat that Viscontie girl...and you will be Queen...!”

He passed down an edict
Announcing his intentions to claim the <Greatest Songstress> of Itania as queen
Ambitious feudal lords/distinguished nobles
All hailed their own songstresses and advanced towards the capital...
“There’s no way I’d lose to a backwater girl like her.”
“Ooh, of course. But one can never be too cautious...”

The dashing, dashing beast
If she can be sold for a good price, then sell your daughter
With the price as high as you desire
“Oh my, father...”

The raging, raging beast
Sell your enemies, sell your comrades
Sell others’ daughters for as cheap as they’ll go
“A lowly songstress is but the same as a shabby prostitute, and being a daughter of a traitor only worsens the shame...”

The roaring, roaring beast
As rebels who schemed regicide
The family of Del Viscontie was executed
“My cute Roberia...you are the <Greatest Songstress>...”

The massacring, massacring beast
As a traitor who planned escape
Del Viscontie’s daughter was judged
“Yes…I’m counting on you, father...”

“Deceivers and the deceived...killers and the killed...I’m surprised they don’t ever get tired of it...
Everything is but a game...to take revenge...
On this world that gave birth to me!”
“Giulietta…you are the <Greatest Songstress>
The hope of our family...
I’m truly sorry for my lack of power...
At the very least, you alone should escape...”

The escaping maiden and the beast in pursuit
A marionette controlled by red strings
The repeating opera[lirica] tragedy[tragedia]
A marionette controlled by red strings

The beast bears its fangs, cornering her at a cliff
The songstress, deprived of her song, will now be deprived of her world...

“Roberia! Roberia!”
“Long live Her Majesty Queen Roberia!”
“-father!”

The azure sky, the blue sea. The white crow that does not take flight. The sinking songstress.

After the demise of the songstress Giulietta...reigning for a mere three years
Queen Roberia was sunk into the darkness of history by the scheme of mistress Beatrice and prime minister Galeazzo...

Don’t pride yourself on anything,
For we are but a small boat floating in the sea of history
To flourish is to fall, there are none who don’t sink...

Translated by Defade.