(Note: Credit goes to the original video poster. I am just merely providing a translation)
...Let us talk about a man.
...Indeed.
...This is a tale of a man who lives up to his oath.
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This was in the past.
This was more than ten years ago...
Today, the man who calls himself MacGregor Mathers was still trying to figure out what the world was all about.
This was when he was a young boy who didn't know of anything.
He lived a peaceful life, ignorant of the meaning of the eternal grey that covered the sky the world continues to exist in.
This was a time where he believed tomorrow would last forever, where he left his heart pure and innocent.
That boy lived in Austria.
...It was my hometown where the wind blew.
With the remarkable development of the Steam Engine came the skies covered in grey all over Europe.
The waters became stagnant and dark, and even the air became filled with soot.
Still, there was an area where the cleanliness of the previous was left untouched.
In the 20th century, the Ottoman Empire still retained a glimpse of its power in what was ridiculed as the twilight years...
The empire in Austria still did not acknowledge Hungarian independence.
Although it was said to be rather unstable politically-wise, it wasn't like it affected the boy's vision.
It can safely be referred to as a Frontier.
The boy was born and raised in a village located deep at the foot of a mountain that stretched deep.
For example, they had never witnessed the might of the Sultan Empire who was in charge of protecting the Empire's twilight years...
They had no knowledge of the bloody Bevel Conflict, which happened in the distant land of Kadath.
However, he simply went about his days.
Gently. Resting in peace.
And like a little sheep, he saw something beautiful.
From the visible smoke pollution of the small village, there was a vast forest which led to an extremely narrow mountain ridge.
It was called the Smilja Forest from what he had heard from the villagers including his mother.
It was the perfect playground for him.
He walked freely into the forest despite the boy's family not being one of hunters.
He simply walked along the path leading deep into the forest.
From there, he went to many places.
A lake where it appeared filled with countless drops with a still silence.
Trees filled with nests chestnut mice that were small, cute, and cheeky.
A ravine that was so deep it looked like it'd suck him in just by looking at it.
A waterfall that resembled a dragon in a fairy tale he had heard from his mother many times.
And. Deep in the forest.
There stood alone a small mansion...
He was always playing in the forest.
Every day.
He would swim in the water.
He would catch insects like he was a hunter.
He would happen upon and observe a mother deer and its baby deer.
He play like a hidden demon whose hiding place is limited to the trees.
He would simply even run through the forest.
And then, there it was.
The mansion.
In the backyard of the small mansion deep in the forest, he played with a girl around his age and even snuck in to try out nice clothes.
The boy liked the mansion in the forest.
Especially in regards to the girl...
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...Neon.
Neon Scalar Smilja.
The girl who bore the name name as the forest.
The Smilja Forest.
The girl lived in the mansion with the Smilja's.
Although the boy didn't know for why she lived in the depths of the forest far from the village, he did come to gradually learn some things.
The Smilja Family...
They were people who were referred to as such for living in the mansion by the village.
Although they weren't exactly feudal lords or an official like a magistrate, they were an official of the village.
For that, people held great respect for those of the mansion.
While they had no Engine factories and no thriving industry, they provided various forms of small assistance to the village...
Then, the boy found out it happened much later than that.
It was because of the Smilja's that the church exists as well as excellent schools and offices to accommodate the village's size.
There was even peddlers who often visited the village.
There were reports that they paid for more than half the tax for the village, a heavy burden that had been placed upon the village and its people by the Ottomon Empire.
They were neither feudal lords nor a magistrate.
But beyond that, they were beloved by the village's people.
Around that time...
There were 6 Smilja's.
Neon's grandmother, the previous head of the family.
Neon's father, who was the current head of the family. Her mother, as well as her brother and sister.
And then there was Neon herself.
At first, the boy didn't know of anything and so thought nothing of it...
But as he got wiser and came to learn things, he came to feel grateful and respectful of the Smilja's just like the other villagers.
There was one thing, however.
There was some strange feelings that inexplicable.
It was something that definitely grew within his heart.
It was like some sort of dazzling feeling, like an indescribable fever.
Strangely, it was only against Neon.
He felt nothing for the other Smilja's.
The boy had for certain felt something radiant...
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Neon: ...There's this thing.
This was an oddity.
The girl, Neon, was talking to him.
One day.
Deep in the forest beside the lake.
Most of the time, she could call him out to come and talk whether they were in school or in the mansion's backyard.
So...
It was quite a strange rarity for his name to be called out by Neon.
There was a special reason for that.
Yes, the boy understood it right away.
By the lakeside...
With the sparkling water behind her, Neon began with a low voice.
There was just something serious in her gaze despite her youth.
The boy accepted her words.
He had a hunch. A sort of premonition.
Right now, Neon was coming to him.
With words that she was going to speak to him on...
He was that whatever it was would determine his future.
No. It was just something between children.
It had to be an innocent conversation.
Surely it should for the boy, at least.
He acknowledged them as golden words.
Strongly. Surely.
Since such recognition of it can become a world, whether it was a lack of love or a failure of logic, it was surely nothing major.
With those golden words.
Neon quietly continues.
Neon: It's for sure a secret. A secret from everyone else.
I'll confine only to you.
A secret told to nobody else.
That boy took those words as a matter of their pride.
You won't tell anyone else, right?
Yes, the boy replied.
Neon: If you tell anyone, I won't get along with you anymore. Just don't tell anyone.
It would be troublesome if he lost contact with Neon.
Yes, very troublesome.
It was a difficult way to split.
It was so impossible for him to split from her, he swore to not to tell anyone.
Yes, the boy replied.
Neon: I haven't told my sister this yet. Nor to Berta, sister Jo, not even to Emilie.
Neon: Especially Florence. I haven't told this to anyone.
Neon: This secret. You will guard and protect it?
I will guard it. I will protect it.
The boy declared it for the second time.
Neon: It's about me...
This was definitely different than the usual.
The boy clearly remembered the strong gaze at that moment.
Normally, she was a girl who would shyly avert her gaze.
Normally, she was a child who would easily shed tears though there were no signs of it.
Ah, I see.
The boy understood.
Just like the boy changed when he came into contact with the people of the Smilja house and those who gathered there, he was certain this child was the same.
They were changing.
Before the boy had noticed it.
Until now, she was the kind of kid who would hide behind someone.
Yet he didn't expect her to become this strong.
It was something adults have referred to as.
She was growing.
Neon: I've decided.
I've decided, Neon said.
Her voice was firm.
He wondered if the "I've decided" was Neon's secret.
Yes, the boy replied.
Neon: Mm. Yes. What I've decided is my secret.
Neon nodded.
So too did the boy nod.
Neon: Me, and Master...
Neon: I want to be together with them forever. Even as an adult.
Ah...
So that's why Neon became so strong.
The boy understood it right away.
Or perhaps it would have changed his future if he didn't understand it?
If he wasn't there?
Had the boy merely shrugged his shoulders at such a young child's meaningless decision, that such a determination could not come true...
Perhaps he would have lived a peaceful life was one of the villagers had he done so at the time.
However, that didn't happen.
The boy was also growing up.
So the boy understood it.
So the boy said:
If you want to be with them forever.
If you want to become an adult.
Will you want stay like that even as you grow old?
Neon: Mm. Yes. Even when I become a grandmother.
Such a straightforward response.
It was oh-so dazzling.
At the time, in fact, the boy couldn't help to squint his eyes at that moment.
Neon: But...
The tone of her voice had changed.
She had on a shadowy glare.
Neon, who should have been radiant right now, immediately had on a dark expression.
Although it was a slight change and one not too major, the boy was anxious.
He didn't want that radiance to become gloomy.
He asked her what was wrong.
Tilting her head, Neon spoke.
Neon: I just wonder. How will I be together with Master forever?
Certainly.
That man will one day vanish.
The boy recalled what Neon's older sister once said.
It was about a person, who was always traveling around the world.
It was a man dressed in white.
It was a man who sometimes appear at the mansion.
Someone who the girl referred to as "Master", giving him the biggest smile he'd ever seen on her.
And...
He was one of the few people who ever referred to the boy by his correct name rather than a nickname.
That man. Master.
Nikola Tesla.
Neon: I'm sure Master is off traveling somewhere. Even if I wanted to call for him.
[There are things I have to do. If someone calls for my name towards the sky, I will come.]
Yes. Several times have the White Man explains to the boy about this.
But the boy did not understand the meaning of it.
He was aware that he held a firm belief on something.
But he knew nothing more than that.
Neon: What can I do? I want to be with Master forever.
A method.
He could think of nothing up.
About half a year ago, the boy became upset with something the man once said.
He attempted to seize him, but the man lightly took hold of him...
No, it wasn't even a hand he had used.
Just a slight twitch of a finger alone was enough.
Soon after that, the boy was sent flying into the air.
The White Man was an incredible man.
He was an extraordinary man that came out of something like a picture book or a fairy tale.
There was just no way anything he'd say will have the man listen to him.
It just wasn't possible.
Neon: Perhaps magic could do it... I wish I can do something like that.
I see.
Perhaps maybe something like that will do it.
If it's something like out of a picture book or fairy tale, then it would be something out of a picture book and fairy tale.
I could even get even with that man too as well.
I see. That's a good idea.
Inwardly, the boy nodded.
Neon: ...Hey, Mac.
Neon: What is a magician? You think I can become something like that?
As expected.
It was such a far-fetched question.
There's no way something like that can happen.
Yes. That's what the boy wanted to say.
Then, the boy spoke.
...I will do something about that.
...Me.
...I will become a magician and do something.
Neon: Really?
Once more, it became full of radiance.
It was a smile like no other.
Neon: You'll become a magician, Mac? Really?
Neon said in a bouncy voice.
The boy nodded.
Just once. Strongly and big.
He didn't say he would not become one.
He had made his choice.
At that time. At that moment...
At that time. At that moment.
The boy made a choice in his life.
...I want to become a Magician.
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