Spellcheck Volume 3

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/1.md

@@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ Steel clashed harshly against steel, once, twice—a short pause—then once mor
 
 Two girls sliced at each other with strangely oversized blades bearing cracks all over their edges—dug weapons, as they were often called.
 
-Dug weapons are weapons whose appearances belie their vast, concealed power. By responding to the user’s emitted venenum, they can generate enough power to slay the immortal Beasts. If two clashed at full power, it was impossible for their wielders to emerge unharmed. As they inflicted wounds upon each other, the girls’ strengths gradually drained as their weapons crackled and grinded against one another.
+Dug weapons are weapons whose appearances belie their vast, concealed power. By responding to the user’s emitted venenum, they can generate enough power to slay the immortal Beasts. If two clashed at full power, it was impossible for their wielders to emerge unharmed. As they inflicted wounds upon each other, the girls’ strengths gradually drained as their weapons crackled and ground against one another.
 
 The swords clashed again, the two girls pushing against each other with equal strength. Simultaneously, they leapt back, each one repelled by the other’s force. They landed at a mutual distance.
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/2.1.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ A long time ago when the emnetwiht prospered on the surface, it was passed down
 
 As it went, an overworked cobbler was frustrated to no end until he was visited by a sprite. In exchange for milk, it assisted with the workload. Since its body was so small, it couldn’t work as efficiently as humans, and at most made a single shoe per night.
 
-Those were the consistent details. Another variation went like this: The sprite was a troublemaker who would break things and disappear without a trace afterwards. Some stories suggested it owned many glittering coins and hid them underground or within earthen jars. If you could catch one of those critters always scurrying around with grins on their faces, you’d be rich—or so it went.
+Those were the consistent details. Another variation went like this: The sprite was a troublemaker who would break things and disappear without a trace afterward. Some stories suggested it owned many glittering coins and hid them underground or within earthen jars. If you could catch one of those critters always scurrying around with grins on their faces, you’d be rich—or so it went.
 
 The remnants of the mark those good-natured companions had left on the emnetwiht’s history was this old fairy tale—the story of the sprites known as leprechauns.
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/2.2.md

@@ -110,11 +110,11 @@ She motioned to a nearby chair, and Feodor sat. “Regular life for a while, huh
 
 “C-consume?!” He didn’t attempt to hide the tremble in his voice or countenance.
 
-Unphased, Ithea continued her explanation. “For adult faerie soldiers who’ve been tuned, the encroachment slows down a ton. Typically, it takes ’til we’re twenty years old for obvious effects to show up. ’Course, we don’t have many faeries who make it that long in the first place, so it’s not a big deal…well, there’s been a few more recently, though…”
+Unfazed, Ithea continued her explanation. “For adult faerie soldiers who’ve been tuned, the encroachment slows down a ton. Typically, it takes ’til we’re twenty years old for obvious effects to show up. ’Course, we don’t have many faeries who make it that long in the first place, so it’s not a big deal…well, there’s been a few more recently, though…”
 
 Her speech turned vague, but Feodor could guess the reasons she’d mentioned. In the past five years, there were no more battles against Timere. With the absence of battlefields, there was no reason to use up disposable weapons.
 
-Ithea shook her head quickly. “Anyway, the thing is, even after being tuned, there’s certain conditions that’d make encroachment speed up all at once. Stuff like, oh, igniting or contacting levels of venenum that’d be abnormal even for us leprechauns. But if a faerie was to amplify their venenum with a high-grade dug weapon and then ignite it at full power…I don’t need to explain what might happen, do I?”
+Ithea shook her head quickly. “Anyway, the thing is, even after being tuned, there are certain conditions that’d make encroachment speed up all at once. Stuff like, oh, igniting or contacting levels of venenum that’d be abnormal even for us leprechauns. But if a faerie was to amplify their venenum with a high-grade dug weapon and then ignite it at full power…I don’t need to explain what might happen, do I?”
 
 “Dug weapons…” Feodor digested her words. “What about Tiat and the others?”
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/2.3.md

@@ -120,7 +120,7 @@ And then the girl was swallowed up by that light…probably. Having closed off h
 
 But there was just one thing she understood.
 
-What happened to her afterwards—
+What happened to her afterward—
 
 * * *
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/2.4.md

@@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ When he was twelve, this was Feodor’s conclusion, decision, and oath.
 
 What’s more, he remembered. There was something his brother-in-law had shared with him right before he was executed: details of the first battles of the Elpis Incident at Collina di Luce on Island No. 11.
 
-<em>“The Winged Guard just…killed the First Beast when it showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the city. They’re hiding lethal weapons of that caliber.” His wavering gaze stared off into the distance, and his fragile voice shook. Full of confusion, regret, and guilt, the half-delirious figure in front of him seemed so far away from the self-assured and confident person Feodor had always known his brother-in-law to be. “They recovered Chanteur’s corpse. Where it was sent afterwards was covered up, but—but—without a doubt, it was sent to the Great Sage. It must’ve been, without a doubt.”</em>
+<em>“The Winged Guard just…killed the First Beast when it showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the city. They’re hiding lethal weapons of that caliber.” His wavering gaze stared off into the distance, and his fragile voice shook. Full of confusion, regret, and guilt, the half-delirious figure in front of him seemed so far away from the self-assured and confident person Feodor had always known his brother-in-law to be. “They recovered Chanteur’s corpse. Where it was sent afterward was covered up, but—but—without a doubt, it was sent to the Great Sage. It must’ve been, without a doubt.”</em>
 
 <em>There was no way he’d forget. Chanteur, supposedly invincible and immortal, and the superweapon that killed it. The Elpis Air Defense Force’s plans had been laid to waste by these two things. And now, both lay in the hands of the Winged Guard.</em>
 
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@ Feodor reassessed his situation. <em>Late at night. A street with nobody else ar
 
 The leaves rustled.
 
-By the time he’d heard the sound, it was already too late. Without having time to look behind him, a powerful attack rammed into a blindspot at the right of his back and slammed him down painfully onto the street pavement. Perhaps because his attacker was watching his exhalation and aimed for the precise moment his lungs had no air in them, he couldn’t so much as scream.
+By the time he’d heard the sound, it was already too late. Without having time to look behind him, a powerful attack rammed into a blind spot at the right of his back and slammed him down painfully onto the street pavement. Perhaps because his attacker was watching his exhalation and aimed for the precise moment his lungs had no air in them, he couldn’t so much as scream.
 
 <em>Agh…!</em> Fighting back the pain in his shoulder, Feodor twisted his body. The first thing that entered his field of vision was a clean white hospital gown that stood out starkly among the dark night. What entered his gaze next was bright, orange…hair…
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/3.1.md

@@ -140,7 +140,7 @@ An orange-haired, white-gowned girl.
 
 She was sitting with her back to the wall, hugging her knees. Overhead was a small overhang that ensured the rain wouldn’t fall directly on her head. However, it seemed she’d been unavoidably soaked long before arriving at that spot. Her drenched hospital gown stuck tightly to her skin and looked uncomfortable to wear. Looking at the state she was in, the word “lonely” inevitably came to mind.
 
-Feodor hesistated, then called out to her. “…You’re not cold?”
+Feodor hesitated, then called out to her. “…You’re not cold?”
 
 The girl had already noticed him. Without a hint of shock, she slowly raised her downcast gaze.
 
@@ -234,7 +234,7 @@ Underneath an umbrella and carrying on his back the girl who now wore his unifor
 
 <em>This isn’t the time to get distracted, Feodor</em>, he thought. <em>Get a hold of yourself, moron. Do this properly. Stay strong!</em>
 
-“…This town’s weird,” the girl grumbled in a whisper. “We’re walking on metal, and the streets are all so disorganized.
+“…This town’s weird,” the girl grumbled in a whisper. “We’re walking on metal, and the streets are all so disorganized.”
 
 “You’re not wrong.” There wasn’t any way to excuse it.
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/3.2.md

@@ -58,7 +58,7 @@ A lump beneath the blankets of the bunk bed next to them squirmed and moved. “
 
 Tiat was at a loss for words.<em> Pannibal isn’t saying anything, either… I bet she’s smiling that usual smile, the one that says “good grief” in a happy and amazed kinda way.</em>
 
-She remembered the day when she’d tried to take on Croyance head-on. Afterwards, Collon had been furious with her.
+She remembered the day when she’d tried to take on Croyance head-on. Afterward, Collon had been furious with her.
 
 <em>“We promised to live and die together! The four of us came to this island to fight shoulder-to-shoulder, because otherwise we’ll definitely die alone!”</em>
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/3.3.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ It was late at night when Feodor returned to the Winged Guard’s base and repor
 
 The First Officer peered down at the paper in his hands. “In other words, it’s not as if we’ll find her dead on the streets if we give up the search for a couple of days? That’s nice and convenient for us. Though…” He roughly scratched his face. “It feels almost <em>too</em> convenient.”
 
-Feodor bit back the urge to click his tongue. The First Officer might seem to be laidback, but he certainly wasn’t dumb. He’d thought his report was constructed flawlessly, but somehow the armado had sniffed out the hints of a lie.
+Feodor bit back the urge to click his tongue. The First Officer might seem to be laid-back, but he certainly wasn’t dumb. He’d thought his report was constructed flawlessly, but somehow the armado had sniffed out the hints of a lie.
 
 Still, it was just a hint. If he wasn’t sure of it yet, Feodor could mislead him as much as needed. “Of course, we still have reasons to feel uneasy, but if you look at the evidence there, I believe it’ll show this is the natural conclusion to arrive at.”
 
@@ -64,4 +64,4 @@ He bowed once, and this time withdrew properly from the office, closing the door
 
 Perhaps because he’d allowed himself to relax momentarily, a huge yawn escaped from his throat. <em>Guess I’ll go and get some sleep.</em>
 
-Covering his mouth and letting a small tear trickle out from his eyes, Feodor walked down the hallway.
+Covering his mouth and letting a small tear trickle out from his eyes, Feodor walked down the hallway.

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/3.4.md

@@ -182,7 +182,7 @@ Her thoughts were a mess. After the Commander finally moved on, she washed her f
 
 Of course, Feodor himself had no fault in what’d happened. But still, he’d been so close to an unbelievably enormous crime. He <em>must</em> have known about it.
 
-Tiat wanted to be alone to sort out her thoughts. Her feet naturally led her out of the Winged Guard’s base, towards the abandoned theatre with the good view where she’d first met Feodor. As far as she knew, that was the best place for thinking.
+Tiat wanted to be alone to sort out her thoughts. Her feet naturally led her out of the Winged Guard’s base, towards the abandoned theater with the good view where she’d first met Feodor. As far as she knew, that was the best place for thinking.
 
 “…Hm?”
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/3.5.md

@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@ Now such a girl was wearing an outfit so sophisticated she almost seemed like a
 
 “…It suits you very well.”
 
-Feodor was born into a powerful and wealthy family. Since he’d been often pushed out onto the stage of society, he’d seen his fair share of such outfits. That part of Feodor was saying <em>Yep, this is very nice. This part, and that part too, it’s fresh and nice. Yep, it sure looks good.</em>
+Feodor was born into a powerful and wealthy family. Since he’d often been pushed out onto the stage of society, he’d seen his fair share of such outfits. That part of Feodor was saying <em>Yep, this is very nice. This part, and that part too, it’s fresh and nice. Yep, it sure looks good.</em>
 
 “I think it’s the perfect disguise in the sense that it makes you look completely different, yeah.”
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/3.6.md

@@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ Tiat looked around. Unsurprisingly, this place wasn’t familiar. While running
 
 <em>Oh wait, of course that won’t happen in a deserted town like this, especially not now of all times. And even if I do get attacked by normal people with stuff like knives and guns, I’m pretty sure I can take them on. But still…</em>
 
-Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her shoulder..
+Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her shoulder.
 
 “Is that you, Rita?”
 
@@ -162,19 +162,19 @@ At the same time, there <em>were</em> parts she could accept. Putting aside feel
 
 <em>I wonder why.</em>
 
-She thought back to their first meeting atop that abandoned theatre. It had been right after the four leprechauns first arrived on the floating island, having been entrusted with a mission which was assumed to result in their deaths.
+She thought back to their first meeting atop that abandoned theater. It had been right after the four leprechauns first arrived on the floating island, having been entrusted with a mission which was assumed to result in their deaths.
 
 On a whim, she’d separated from Lakhesh and the others to wander around the city by herself and found that place. She thought she might try looking out from a high place at the city they were going to save in exchange for their lives. In that regard, it was an exceptionally good location. She’d been able to survey the quiet streets below her, the city of Lyell which was already dying. She had been full of gray emotions, neither lonely nor unsatisfied.
 
 That was when that guy appeared.
 
 <em>“You know, it’s dangerous there.”</em>
 
-Those somehow silly words shattered her isolated world. That gray scenery, in that moment, had taken on just a bit of color.
+Those somehow silly words shattered her isolated world. That gray scenery, at that moment, had taken on just a bit of color.
 
 Even now, she could remember a bit of the way she’d felt back then. Prepared for death, existing as thought she was already half-dead, she’d been snapped back to reality. She bantered a little, and accidentally showed some of her clumsiness. It had reminded her she was still alive.
 
-In reality, it had been just a moment, but she felt as though she’d practically been saved. If she thought about what occurred afterwards, her memories with him were always colored with fresh, new experiences. Time spent with a boy like him—in the first place, just being around a male the same age as her—was a first.
+In reality, it had been just a moment, but she felt as though she’d practically been saved. If she thought about what occurred afterward, her memories with him were always colored with fresh, new experiences. Time spent with a boy like him—in the first place, just being around a male the same age as her—was a first.
 
 <em>Ah, right.</em> To her, Tiat Siba Ignareo, he was the person she’d had so many first experiences with. The first person she’d poured her heart out to, the first boy she’d quarreled with, the first soul who’d understood her true feelings, the first sparring partner she’d gotten serious with, the first person whom she’d become hopelessly fixated on and who, in turn, was hopelessly fixated on her as well. Indeed, if there was someone she might call her first love, it would no doubt be—
 

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/4.1.md

@@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
 In the woods, after a short walk down a narrow trail, there was a certain facility.
 
-It was an old wooden building with a large number of rooms. An outlooker’s first impression upon seeing it might be to think it was an apartment building or dormitory—an impression not too far from the truth.
+It was an old wooden building with a large number of rooms. An onlooker’s first impression upon seeing it might be to think it was an apartment building or dormitory—an impression not too far from the truth.
 
 “Excuuuuse me!” the tourterelle man standing before the front door shouted. “You have mail!”
 
@@ -74,4 +74,4 @@ She couldn’t show the children her crying face. She didn’t want them to hear
 
 Eudea’s back shrank into the distance.
 
-The woman, the troll, one of the facility’s caretakers, silently saw her off with a soggy, crestfallen face.
+The woman, the troll, one of the facility’s caretakers, silently saw her off with a soggy, crestfallen face.

Volumes/Volume_03/Text/4.2.md

@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ That was why the objective of the battle was merely to “prevent contact betwee
 
 <em>Croyance can be defeated if I open the gates to the faerie homeland. Naturally, it’ll be impossible to destroy the Beast, island and all, but if I destroy just the section that would touch Island No. 38, the goal will be accomplished…</em>
 
-The island which had become a Beast coming into contact with Island No. 38 and beginning its encroachment…as long as that situation was avoided, they would overcome the immediate danger they faced. Afterwards, Island No. 39 would continue to exist in the sky, and perhaps one day would threaten some other floating island, but that bridge could be crossed in due time. After all, to everyone still alive and fighting right now, the most important thing was surviving today to see tomorrow.
+The island which had become a Beast coming into contact with Island No. 38 and beginning its encroachment…as long as that situation was avoided, they would overcome the immediate danger they faced. Afterward, Island No. 39 would continue to exist in the sky, and perhaps one day would threaten some other floating island, but that bridge could be crossed in due time. After all, to everyone still alive and fighting right now, the most important thing was surviving today to see tomorrow.
 
 <em>For me alone to open the gate and manage that…that would probably be for the best? Collon and Pannibal could return safely, Lakhesh would surely be fine too, and even the higher-ups would see that faerie soldiers can still be useful…</em>
 
@@ -140,4 +140,4 @@ Tiat and Collon started questioning Pannibal together. Catching her breath, she
 
 “You two, calm down and listen to me.” She tightly grabbed onto each of their shoulders and told them the news.
 
-“Just now, Fourth Officer Feodor Jessman was imprisoned for treason.”
+“Just now, Fourth Officer Feodor Jessman was imprisoned for treason.”