Fix Volume 2 Typos

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/1.md

@@ -42,7 +42,7 @@ The child looked up again, her glassy eyes fixed on a point beyond the flames, t
 
 “…Hey! Are you alright?!”
 
-A boggard wearing fireproof clothes came running up to the girl, scooping her up as if she really were the bundle of rags she resembled.
+A boggard wearing fireproof clothes came running up to the girl, scooping her up as if she really was the bundle of rags she resembled.
 
 “Sorry, but I’m gonna have to touch you for a bit.” He awkwardly patted down the child’s body from the top of what had been her cloak as she grimaced and let out a small, pained scream. The boggard’s face grew grim as he realized how bad her condition was. Feeling her soft, limp body, he judged that she had bones broken all over. The girl was in critical condition, and without a doubt would die unless she was given treatment immediately.
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/2.2.md

@@ -154,7 +154,7 @@ Feodor shrugged his shoulders, chuckling dryly. “Honestly, it’s the sort of
 
 “Uh-huh…” The girl walking next to Feodor murmured vaguely. He couldn’t tell what she might be thinking. “Where do they sell the masks?”
 
-“Everywhere, more or less. Clothing and shoe stores usually line their shelves with these sort of masks around this time of the season. The patterns are all different and there’s masks tailored to fit many different races, so you’d need to look through a lot of places until you found one that caught your eye.”
+“Everywhere, more or less. Clothing and shoe stores usually line their shelves with these sort of masks around this time of the season. The patterns are all different and there are masks tailored to fit many different races, so you’d need to look through a lot of places until you found one that caught your eye.”
 
 “Uh-huh…” This time Tiat sounded slightly curious.
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/2.3.md

@@ -112,7 +112,7 @@ For a child yet to develop reasoning, there wasn’t much difference between the
 
 <em>…I really am bad at dealing with kids, aren’t I?</em>
 
-Admitting such a thing was difficult for descendents of imps, beings who relied on surface-level techniques and experience to function in society, but Feodor had to be honest with himself.
+Admitting such a thing was difficult for descendants of imps, beings who relied on surface-level techniques and experience to function in society, but Feodor had to be honest with himself.
 
 A child’s interests ran on extremes. In the world of a child, nothing existed beyond whatever they might like or not like, and establishing an untiring moderate relationship that satisfied both sides of the equation was impossible.
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/2.4.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ As it turned out, it was said that naming faeries after other people was taboo,
 
 Naming the faeries had to be done as carefully as possible. “The oldest among the faeries at the time of a new appearance should read the past records extensively in preparation for deciding suitable names for a newborn,” they said—although such matters weren’t strictly enforced, and it was more of a custom.
 
-That being the case, they’d sent a hurried communique to their home on Island No. 68. Afterwards, it was decided that temporary names should be chosen for the two children until their proper names were decided; ones that would never have been given to actual people. It would be best for the names to be both sloppy and unquestionably fitting.
+That being the case, they’d sent a hurried communiqué to their home on Island No. 68. Afterward, it was decided that temporary names should be chosen for the two children until their proper names were decided; ones that would never have been given to actual people. It would be best for the names to be both sloppy and unquestionably fitting.
 
 In front of the soldiers and faeries scratching their heads and asking each other what they should do, the red-haired child had been happily eating crispy apple slices. Meanwhile, Collon was poking the blue-haired girl’s soft cheeks as said girl wiggled and squirmed in discomfort.
 
@@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ If there were no objections from the parties involved, he supposed that he didn
 
 <em>Besides…</em>
 
-Feodor left the rest unsaid, preferring not to dwell on the issue too much.<em> It’d be better if Island No. 68 could reply sooner rather than later and they received proper names.</em>
+Feodor left the rest unsaid, preferring not to dwell on the issue too much. <em>It’d be better if Island No. 68 could reply sooner rather than later and they received proper names.</em>
 
 That was all he was willing to think about.
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/3.1.md

@@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ Tiat shrugged as she adjusted her overcoat to sit on her shoulders better. Like
 
 A distant bell tolled, signaling the late hour.
 
-During the Remembrance Festival, Lyell’s street lamps had been fixed up to emanate a pale violet light; a color said to symbolize the gap between life and death. It seemed as if the colors of twilight had been plastered all over Lyell, bringing forth an otherworldly ambiance—an illusion like they’d fallen into a faerie tale’s illustration.
+During the Remembrance Festival, Lyell’s streetlamps had been fixed up to emanate a pale violet light; a color said to symbolize the gap between life and death. It seemed as if the colors of twilight had been plastered all over Lyell, bringing forth an otherworldly ambiance—an illusion like they’d fallen into a faerie tale’s illustration.
 
 They walked past numerous people on the street, each one wearing a white mask and plain overcoat, their faces and races unknown.
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/3.2.md

@@ -74,7 +74,7 @@ It didn’t appear to be a lie. “Is that…really how it is?”
 
 “Eh? It’s a given that young children of all stripes gotta be treated with tender, loving care, ain’t it? Would you have problems with hugging kids from our race, Fourth Officer?”
 
-<em>The child…of a lycanthrope…</em>In that moment, Feodor’s imagination dominated his mind.
+<em>The child…of a lycanthrope…</em>At that moment, Feodor’s imagination dominated his mind.
 
 Fluffy, soft fur. Round gemlike eyes. The children looking up at his face, aggressively wagging their tails. And then, as he stroked beneath their chins, they would peer at him contentedly. <em>Not bad. Yeah, definitely not bad at all.</em>
 
@@ -248,7 +248,7 @@ Feodor shot up from his bed as if he was a snapped rubber band.
 
 He remembered. That day, that night. As if he’d been under the spell of the purple-haired faerie, the memory that had remained vague began returning to him in fragments.
 
-That day, Feodor had caught a cold. It’d made his awareness hazy, and in that period of time where the borders of reality and dreams became foggy, he had definitely said those words to this girl.
+That day, Feodor had caught a cold. It’d made his awareness hazy, and in that period of time when the borders of reality and dreams became foggy, he had definitely said those words to this girl.
 
 “…How—”
 
@@ -484,7 +484,7 @@ As he thought about it, somewhat complex emotions naturally began welling up in
 
 “You said that was the case five years ago. Does that mean your situation changed after then?”
 
-“Yes. After Timere disappeared from the skies, we lost our raison d’etre as military weapons. Some bigshots in the Winged Guard started going on about how we troublesome beings ought to be let go while the time was ripe. Or, well, the majority of them shared that opinion.”
+“Yes. After Timere disappeared from the skies, we lost our raison d’être as military weapons. Some bigshots in the Winged Guard started going on about how we troublesome beings ought to be let go while the time was ripe. Or, well, the majority of them shared that opinion.”
 
 “Then—”
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/3.4.md

@@ -350,6 +350,6 @@ Although the plaza was near the port district, it remained a part of Lyell City.
 
 One such installation, now embedded in a wall, had been rammed full force by a partially destroyed golem. Beneath it, the shattered pieces of several dashboards that shouldn’t have been so easy to destroy rolled around on the ground.
 
-A curiously eerie hush fell over the area. Although a dangerous incident had just occurred, no one said a word as they gazed at the carnage. In the purple hours where the border between life and death grew vague, they silently stared at the metallic mass. It laid still, as if the machines that made it up had crossed over the border into death.
+A curiously eerie hush fell over the area. Although a dangerous incident had just occurred, no one said a word as they gazed at the carnage. In the purple hours when the border between life and death grew vague, they silently stared at the metallic mass. It laid still, as if the machines that made it up had crossed over the border into death.
 
 Today, as well, Lyell City quietly and slowly approached its death.

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/4.1.md

@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@ Ithea tapped her pen to her lips. “Because a Beast got into that annoyingly bi
 
 <em>Not bad,</em> Tiat thought. After all, Croyance was what the Bottle had contained. A product out of the deepest and darkest nightmares, which couldn’t be destroyed nor burned. Once released, only one solution existed—to sever all places or things it had spread to and dump them onto the surface.
 
-In other words, if its encroachment began somewhere that couldn’t be broken off, the Beast’s victory would be decided in that moment.
+In other words, if its encroachment began somewhere that couldn’t be broken off, the Beast’s victory would be decided at that moment.
 
 “Yup, that’s the best way to do it. If that was the objective, even I’d do that. Speeding up the encroachment by shocking it with an explosion was excessive in and of itself. Even if you didn’t bother to do that, the island would certainly be devoured before long if it was left alone.”
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/4.2.md

@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@ Then—
 
 “…Heh.”
 
-They laughed. It wasn’t a particularly fun or happy situation, but rather one of those times where one couldn’t do anything besides laugh.
+They laughed. It wasn’t a particularly fun or happy situation, but rather one of those times when one couldn’t do anything besides laugh.
 
 “So…” Feodor continued their conversation, moving his feet forward after having stopped unconsciously. “I’m going to say something weird, but please listen.”
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/4.4.md

@@ -142,7 +142,7 @@ Marshmallow came running up to Feodor and tugged on the hem of his military unif
 
 “Fwedo mad?”
 
-“Yes! I’m mad!” Feodor gritted his teeth painfully at the intense throbbing pain, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes. His anger only increased the longer Marshmallow looked up at him with her blank face. Even if they didn’t understand the value of life, he found himself caring little in the moment. At the very least, he had to raise the kids to properly understand others’ pain. <em>At least there’s still time left for that.</em>
+“Yes! I’m mad!” Feodor gritted his teeth painfully at the intense throbbing pain, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes. His anger only increased the longer Marshmallow looked up at him with her blank face. Even if they didn’t understand the value of life, he found himself caring little at the moment. At the very least, he had to raise the kids to properly understand others’ pain. <em>At least there’s still time left for that.</em>
 
 “…If we get back safely, I’m going to scold you, geez.”
 

Volumes/Volume_02/Text/5.md

@@ -46,7 +46,7 @@ From the point she stood, she could only see each child’s side profile. They w
 
 <em>Ah, how nostalgic.</em>
 
-It was a game that simulated the battlefields of legend. He’d claimed he was “pretty good” at it and wanted to play with her. Wanting to spend a little more time together, she’d agreed and listened to him explaining all the rules, painstakingly studying them afterwards to make him happy. Bit by bit, her near-zero win rate slowly climbed till they were evenly matched. Before she knew it, her skills had surpassed his.
+It was a game that simulated the battlefields of legend. He’d claimed he was “pretty good” at it and wanted to play with her. Wanting to spend a little more time together, she’d agreed and listened to him explaining all the rules, painstakingly studying them afterward to make him happy. Bit by bit, her near-zero win rate slowly climbed till they were evenly matched. Before she knew it, her skills had surpassed his.
 
 On that day she had played exceptionally well and crushed her opponent with ease, securing an overwhelming victory. Initially overjoyed, she later became a little flustered and apologized to him. The boy rocked back in surprise, then laughed suddenly. He was glad to see her skill at the game. Of course, due to his pride, he didn’t want to lose again. He vowed to become stronger and snatch victory away from her—