Spellcheck Volume 1

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/2.1.md

@@ -42,7 +42,7 @@ These ones were likely created to service some machine in Lyell. Presumably, res
 
 “…It sure is lonely,” Feodor whispered to himself again, standing.
 
-He walked up a little spiral stairway on the side of an abandoned theatre. At the top, he was greeted by a heavy-looking and rusted door.
+He walked up a little spiral stairway on the side of an abandoned theater. At the top, he was greeted by a heavy-looking and rusted door.
 
 In the center of this cramped and messy city, there were few places with a scenic view. One of those locations, the roof of a larger building, happened to be behind this door.
 

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/2.2.md

@@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ He had no horns, fangs, or scales—the clear, unavoidable appearance of a featu
 
 The featureless whose numbers included Feodor were hated by most of Regule Aire’s inhabitants. The whole bunch was rotten to the core, and Feodor had on several occasions mused to himself half-seriously that it’d be considered a favor to the world if every last one of them were to disappear.
 
-Like many of those living in the cramped environment of Regule Aire, Feodor’s own race was mixed. His father’s great grandmother was a troll, and far up his mother’s side were ancestors who had been fox-semifers. However, Feodor’s blood didn’t appear to have done anything for him; his appearance and traits, like the majority of the Jessman family, were that of a typical imp.
+Like many of those living in the cramped environment of Regule Aire, Feodor’s own race was mixed. His father’s great-grandmother was a troll, and far up his mother’s side were ancestors who had been fox-semifers. However, Feodor’s blood didn’t appear to have done anything for him; his appearance and traits, like the majority of the Jessman family, were that of a typical imp.
 
 The imps were a subspecies of ogres, the descendants of a demonic race that arose within emnetwiht civilization long ago. Lurking in the shadows of the emnetwiht, they had lived a most misguided existence, leading individuals towards debauchery and ruin with their cursed eyes and dark whispers.
 

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/2.3.md

@@ -184,7 +184,7 @@ As for the last of the four, Tiat Siba Ignareo…
 
 * * *
 
-One day in the city of Lyell, the door to a certain abandoned theatre’s rooftop was pushed open.
+One day in the city of Lyell, the door to a certain abandoned theater’s rooftop was pushed open.
 
 Stepping out onto the roof, Feodor spied a familiar person he had once before spoken to in this very place. Carrying a fresh bag of donuts under his arm, he sat next to his guest. “You should be aware that it’s a violation of military regulations for a soldier under supervision to leave without permission.”
 
@@ -324,4 +324,4 @@ Then her butt happened to slip off the roof’s edge.
 
 <em>Whoooooooooosh!</em>
 
-The sound of a mighty impact exploded, followed by a column of water no less magnificent.
+The sound of a mighty impact exploded, followed by a column of water no less magnificent.

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/2.4.md

@@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
 Feodor tracked down Nax, who had skipped training again to nap in the canopy of a rustling tree. “Hey, you up there! I wondered if you could help me with a bit of a job.”
 
-“Haaah?” came a lazy yawn. “Can’t I catch a Z or two?
+“Haaah?” came a lazy yawn. “Can’t I catch a Z or two?”
 
 Rubbing his eyes, Nax sat up on his tree limb. “Falconfolk muscles ain’t good for marathon training, y’know? I’m so bad at running it only takes a little sprint to tire me out.” He gave his legs a little shake, wincing. “Go on, check ’em out—all crampy ’n’ whatnot.”
 
@@ -294,11 +294,11 @@ Although the information’s origin was unknown, if he could assemble the number
 
 <em>First of all, what’s recorded here is a material situation designated with the title of “Spirit.”</em>
 
-<em>When they use the word in this context, it indicates a whole spirit body with an concrete anchor which I don’t know of yet. It might be something that inhabits an container, or perhaps something that inhabits a place…or if it’s a different species altogether, does it dwell in a faith or contract? No, wait, not all of those possibilities are usable in military terms, so is it better to assume it indicates a specific race among us?</em>
+<em>When they use the word in this context, it indicates a whole spirit body with a concrete anchor which I don’t know of yet. It might be something that inhabits a container, or perhaps something that inhabits a place…or if it’s a different species altogether, does it dwell in a faith or contract? No, wait, not all of those possibilities are usable in military terms, so is it better to assume it indicates a specific race among us?</em>
 
 <em>By the way “spirits” are mentioned here, I can tell they form all over Regule Aire and have been captured regularly. It takes a reasonable amount of time for them to mature. After that, they perform a “tuning” with another part called a “dug weapon” and head into a battle.</em>
 
-<em>There, they activate a phenomenon called the “gates to the faerie homeland” and are afterwards disposed of.</em>
+<em>There, they activate a phenomenon called the “gates to the faerie homeland” and are afterward disposed of.</em>
 
 <em>The battles occur quite often. The only enemy the Winged Guard wars with that much would be Timere. That means these items are, most likely, high-powered explosive bullets that are utilized for enemies such as the Beasts, said to be otherwise invincible against conventional weaponry.</em>
 
@@ -356,4 +356,4 @@ One such paper fell on the floor at his feet. It was a page of the previously-ti
 
 <code>443/5/11: Spirit Co to open the gates to the faerie homeland during battle on Island No. 39. Disposal planned.</code>
 
-<code>443/5/11: Spirit Pa to open the gates to the faerie homeland during battle on Island No. 39. Disposal planned.</code>
+<code>443/5/11: Spirit Pa to open the gates to the faerie homeland during battle on Island No. 39. Disposal planned.</code>

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/3.1.md

@@ -32,7 +32,7 @@ Needless to say, the kind of factory floor where such things might have been dis
 
 In many ways, venenum was something akin to fire. One reason for that was that it couldn’t maintain itself. If one desired to use their venenum, it had to be ignited on the spot at a specific time. Furthermore, venenum ignited within the body could only exert its effects on outside forces if they made contact with that body.
 
-In other words, it couldn’t be used for risky stunts such as charging and then releasing it like an arrow or shell. If one wanted to unleash a venenum-infused attack on an Beast in any kind of circumstance, it had to be in direct close-quarter combat.
+In other words, it couldn’t be used for risky stunts such as charging and then releasing it like an arrow or shell. If one wanted to unleash a venenum-infused attack on a Beast in any kind of circumstance, it had to be in direct close-quarter combat.
 
 <em>“…Ah, wait. I see…there is just one other method we can use.”</em>
 
@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ Feodor snapped his mouth shut. It wasn’t something he could ask about. He hadn
 
 * * *
 
-Tiat was there atop the abandoned theatre again, sitting with her arms around her knees.
+Tiat was there atop the abandoned theater again, sitting with her arms around her knees.
 
 Feodor had thought that she would’ve learned her lesson after two falls. At the very least, she was keeping her distance from the steam ventilation port. She seemed to have recognized him by the sound of the door opening, as she was giving him fleeting sidelong glances as he walked closer.
 
@@ -156,7 +156,7 @@ It might have been because of his perspective or because of the distribution of
 
 “It means what I mean. Um, how much do you know? About us?”
 
-“Not much.” He crossed his arms. “You’re naturally occuring spirits that become assets to us by being tuned with dug weapons, and you’re gonna be disposed of after performing this <em>gate</em> thing.”
+“Not much.” He crossed his arms. “You’re naturally occurring spirits that become assets to us by being tuned with dug weapons, and you’re gonna be disposed of after performing this <em>gate</em> thing.”
 
 Tiat scratched her head. “Oh, that’s all? Alright, then I’ll just have to fire up my wonderful memory to tell you the rest! Now let’s see, should I give you the rough explanation first…?”
 
@@ -214,7 +214,7 @@ Feodor could feel frustration boiling up inside of him. “How have you guys pro
 
 Tiat smiled.
 
-It was a chilling, unfeeling mask of a honest and cheery smile.
+It was a chilling, unfeeling mask of an honest and cheery smile.
 
 “There’s no way I’d think that. After all, from the beginning, we were never alive.”
 

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/3.2.md

@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@ That’s what she genuinely believed and hoped back then.
 
 “I can’t do that,” Tiat said. “Because someone, someday, will need to go.”
 
-“That might be true, but…but…!” Lakhesh sobbed. “I don’t want it to be <em>you!</em> “
+“That might be true, but…but…!” Lakhesh sobbed. “I don’t want it to be <em>you!</em>”
 
 “Ah, well, that’s nice of you to say…”
 
@@ -126,4 +126,4 @@ Her shoulders jerked. “Mmuh?”
 
 “…Yeah. That’s true.” Tiat hugged Lakhesh’s head again, mumbling to herself. “I think so, too.”
 
-Quietly sitting in her spot a little ways off with thoughts nestled in her mind, a snort escaped Pannibal as she watched their ongoing melodrama.
+Quietly sitting in her spot a little ways off with thoughts nestled in her mind, a snort escaped Pannibal as she watched their ongoing melodrama.

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/3.3.md

@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@ He fought back an annoyed sigh. “What now?”
 
 “Oh, that?” It had without a doubt been a strange conversation, perhaps the oddest among all that he’d had with Tiat. But… “It wasn’t all that weird, but it did sound rather ridiculous. Was she telling the truth?”
 
-“Y-y…yes..” Lakhesh gave him a small, bitter nod.
+“Y-y…yes…” Lakhesh gave him a small, bitter nod.
 
 “If that’s so, then there’s nothing strange to speak of. Honestly, I’m glad you were even able to tell me something like that.”
 
@@ -232,7 +232,7 @@ The way she put it sent wariness skittering down Feodor’s spine. “…Depends
 
 “T-that’s…” her voice cracked and broke.
 
-Perfunctionarily, he noticed that his glasses had begun fogging up from the rain. <em>Calm down. At this moment, Feodor Jessman is a honest and exemplary soldier. That’s how you must be.</em>
+Perfunctorily, he noticed that his glasses had begun fogging up from the rain. <em>Calm down. At this moment, Feodor Jessman is an honest and exemplary soldier. That’s how you must be.</em>
 
 If Feodor was being honest with himself, he had somehow come to feel affectionate for the four girls. It was fun to be around them, and they were—normally—nice girls. He wasn’t without the usual ulterior motives one might expect of a boy his age regarding girls the same age. While he doubted he would ever need to, he wouldn’t mind telling one of them “You are the cutest in the world” as long as he was permitted to walk a hundred steps away beforehand.
 
@@ -292,4 +292,4 @@ Before Feodor could give his skeptical agreement, a sudden chill assailed him an
 
 “…You should get going and take a bath. Just looking at you is making me feel cold.”
 
-Feodor hugged himself, just now noticing how completely soaked he was. “I will,” he said, shivering and rubbing his shoulders.
+Feodor hugged himself, just now noticing how completely soaked he was. “I will,” he said, shivering and rubbing his shoulders.

Volumes/Volume_01/Text/3.4.md

@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@ She glanced at the table besides Feodor’s bed. He followed her gaze to see a s
 
 <em>W-woah?!</em>
 
-He jerked upwards, an euphoric sensation melting from the tip of his tongue all the way into his whole body. Even with his cold having neutered his taste buds, Feodor could tell that it was <em>extremely</em> delicious; A delicate, mild taste shaped by caring hands, completely distinct from the bland meals he always ate in the mess hall. A meal created by a leprechaun girl, made to be as suitable to an imp’s palate as possible. The fact that it was so delicious meant she fully understood his preferences.
+He jerked upwards, a euphoric sensation melting from the tip of his tongue all the way into his whole body. Even with his cold having neutered his taste buds, Feodor could tell that it was <em>extremely</em> delicious; A delicate, mild taste shaped by caring hands, completely distinct from the bland meals he always ate in the mess hall. A meal created by a leprechaun girl, made to be as suitable to an imp’s palate as possible. The fact that it was so delicious meant she fully understood his preferences.
 
 <em>Oh, damn it all.</em> He felt as if he’d lost, somehow.
 
@@ -64,7 +64,7 @@ It wasn’t as if there was some trick or gimmick to the glasses themselves, of
 
 Unless he didn’t have anything in particular to think about while wearing his glasses, he could be confident that his faults wouldn’t leak out and he could continue concealing his true nature. Conversely, when the glasses were removed, his true feelings and desires would easily show on his face.
 
-“…I look naturally menacing, you know? I cover it up so I won’t disturb other people.” Feodor looked away, feeling his expression twist with annoyance. He took and bit into another sandwich. “Why’re you here, anyway?”
+“…I look naturally menacing, you know? I cover it up so I won’t disturb other people.” Feodor looked away, feeling his expression twist with annoyance. He bit into another sandwich. “Why’re you here, anyway?”
 
 “To take care of you,” she replied easily. “At first the four of us were going to come, but we realized you’d get overexcited if we all crowded into your room. So we decided to choose by lottery, and I was the lucky person who ended up here.”
 
@@ -76,7 +76,7 @@ Unless he didn’t have anything in particular to think about while wearing his
 
 “You do certainly…seem to have some things lying around.” She looked around his room, a tiny measure of shock making itself known even through her typically stoic face.
 
-“Hah, don’t stare too much.” Feodor lightly scratched his cheek, making a face of embarrassment. “It used to be a dorm room multiple people shared, but I guess it doesn’t look like that now, does it? I recieved my own room as soon as I was promoted to fourth officer, and this is what I got. It’s a pretty half-baked backstory, but—”
+“Hah, don’t stare too much.” Feodor lightly scratched his cheek, making a face of embarrassment. “It used to be a dorm room multiple people shared, but I guess it doesn’t look like that now, does it? I received my own room as soon as I was promoted to fourth officer, and this is what I got. It’s a pretty half-baked backstory, but—”
 
 “Oh, I don’t know about that. If I had to sum it up in a few words…it’s a very calculated clutter, I guess? A forest that hides the trees.” She laughed lightly. “You know, it’s difficult to hide something in a place that’s been tidied up before. If someone were to search your room, they’d find what they were looking for immediately.”
 
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@ The disaster was entirely due to his own ill health. His loose concentration, un
 
 Feodor Jessman was an Elpis survivor. To make a long story short, he was the survivor of a country that was once Regule Aire’s enemy in the past. In itself, that wasn’t a huge problem. His identity was recorded in the Winged Guard’s register, so they would immediately learn that much just by looking at his file.
 
-However, it was a entirely new matter if his suspicious actions within the Winged Guard were brought to light. To be an <em>Elpis survivor</em> was to be a <em>Remnant of Elpis</em>. As a survivor of a country who tried to destroy the world, he could be seen as someone who still endangered the world.
+However, it was an entirely new matter if his suspicious actions within the Winged Guard were brought to light. To be an <em>Elpis survivor</em> was to be a <em>Remnant of Elpis</em>. As a survivor of a country who tried to destroy the world, he could be seen as someone who still endangered the world.
 
 Moreover, the most troubling part of that interpretation was that it wasn’t wrong. As a matter of fact, Feodor was alive now to put the world in danger. His fake mask of honesty, his successful career within the Winged Guard, was all devoted towards that singular purpose. And yet, to stumble at this point!
 
@@ -236,7 +236,7 @@ You saw it earlier, didn’t you? The kind of secret identity I’m hiding?”
 
 “You mean us.”
 
-“Yes. So it seems. I’ve finally found what I’ve been searching for..”
+“Yes. So it seems. I’ve finally found what I’ve been searching for…”
 
 His thoughts kept on swirling in his mind as it teetered on the brink of shutting down, around and over and under and around and over ceaselessly. Himself, his past, his goals, things that nobody should be aware of.
 
@@ -250,7 +250,7 @@ He breathed in, out, in, out. <em>This accursed heat muddles me so!</em>
 
 He shook. His heart raced. He took in one last huge breath.
 
-“My goal to <em>sink Regule Aire.</em> “
+“My goal to <em>sink Regule Aire.</em>”
 
 Feodor’s body, which he had forced to move through sheer adrenaline long past its regular limits, finally gave out. Like a gigantic tree chopped down at the roots by an axe, he ungracefully collapsed onto his bed.
 
@@ -274,7 +274,7 @@ Feodor closed his eyes. His consciousness was sinking, pulling him down below hi
 
 A dispassionate, yet kind, voice whispered to him from somewhere.
 
-“Since the mischief we got up to didn’t amount to much, why don’t we call what just happened a isolated event?”
+“Since the mischief we got up to didn’t amount to much, why don’t we call what just happened an isolated event?”
 
 Something new touched his forehead, warm yet cold. Feodor, already slipping into a dream, was far past the point of knowing what it was.
 
@@ -344,7 +344,7 @@ He recognized it as a moment that had happened one night after eating dinner wit
 
 His brother-in-law spoke without a twinge of hesitation or doubt in his assertions. <em>“We don’t have to keep getting protected. Right now, Regule Aire is satisfied handing off all the battles with the Beasts to the Winged Guard alone. We’ve forgotten just how terrifying the Beasts are, and that’s more frightening than anything else. Patience has turned into haste, and respect has turned into arrogance!”</em>
 
-Feodor’s brother-in-law grew more and more agitated. <em>“That’s why we must remind them of the threat of the Beasts once more, in a way where blood isn’t spilt as much as possible! If we can do that, then everybody will remember to be grateful for the Winged Guard! And they’ll realize that we can’t keep relying on our hidden fangs forever, too.”</em>
+Feodor’s brother-in-law grew more and more agitated. <em>“That’s why we must remind them of the threat of the Beasts once more, in a way where blood isn’t spilled as much as possible! If we can do that, then everybody will remember to be grateful for the Winged Guard! And they’ll realize that we can’t keep relying on our hidden fangs forever, too.”</em>
 
 What he said was a bit too complicated for the young Feodor to grasp. What he knew was that his brother-in-law was talking about a task that he found to be equally difficult, righteous, and compelling.
 
@@ -522,4 +522,4 @@ Tears of unknown origin dripped and fell from his face.
 
 <em>It’s probably</em>—<em>no, definitely</em>—<em>because of this ridiculously overwhelming flavor. That has to be it. There’s no other reason…no other reason for me to be crying now.</em>
 
-“I told you before…when you eat this stuff…be careful how much you use…”
+“I told you before…when you eat this stuff…be careful how much you use…”