“Because I have taken on his ambition for my own. I can’t possibly die until I am victorious,” Lady Eira replied the Chief with a hearty smile dressed in overflowing conviction.
Feeling mocked and made-a-fool of, the Chief’s green eyes shone faintly, and the flames grew more rapidly, engulfing the self-satisfied Lady Eira.
Lady Eira, like her husband, tried to grin and bear the suffering of burning.
She was starting to gasp, cough, and pant for air, like a fish yearning for water on the surface of land. The smell of her burning flesh was horrendous. She couldn’t even cry – her tears would be immediately vaporized.
‘Oh, no! I can’t anymore… it hurts, it hurts! I want to cry…’
<No! you can do it, Lady Eira!>
Narrator-san: “The pain is much and unbearable, who can save her at this point?”
[Shut up! And Kira, you’re now calling her “Lady” Eira?]
<N-N-N-N-No! I-I-I-I>
[Okay, okay. Let me continue…]