[Sample Translation]
尸者の帝国 (Shisha no teikoku) by Project Itoh & Toh EnJoe
(Translated from the Japanese by Alexander O. Smith) <-- 此人也翻译了「Harmony」
Prologue
I should begin by explaining my profession. And for that, we shall require a corpse.
The faint, malodorous scent struck me the moment I stepped into the lecture hall. Already I had my handkerchief pressed over my nose. I was fairly certain of its origin—this was no commonplace classroom smell. It was the stench of death.
An autopsy table rested on stout legs in the center of the octagonal hall. Beside the table stood Professor Seward, a gas stove, and another low table cluttered with instruments of the curious and complicated variety. Accompanied by my friend, Wakefield, I found a seat in one of the chairs that sat in a smaller octagon around the table. There we waited for the rest of the students to shuffle in.
“I wonder who that was,” Wakefield whispered, pointing at the lumpy white sheet over the autopsy table. The other students arrived in silence, their attention held rapt by the body. Upon seeing that everyone had assembled, the professor took out an old lucifer, lit it on the corner of the table, and put it to the stove. The smell of coal gas and phosphorous mingled with the scent of death. The professor cleared his throat, and the lecture began.
“The first thing I would like you all to know is that the cadaver we are to use today is clean. I am sure you’ve all heard of the scandal over in Cambridge, but I would like to assure you that such goings-on would never be allowed at London University.”
“Bravo,” Wakefield said with a chuckle, but a glare from the professor set him wilting back in his seat like a frightened hare. Inwardly, I sighed. His churlish behavior reflected poorly upon me. I knew the professor’s eyes were already on me, and I didn’t want to lose his trust. I gave my friend a jab in the arm. Keep it down, you fool. Wakefield shrugged.
尸者の帝国 (Shisha no teikoku) by Project Itoh & Toh EnJoe
(Translated from the Japanese by Alexander O. Smith) <-- 此人也翻译了「Harmony」
Prologue
I should begin by explaining my profession. And for that, we shall require a corpse.
The faint, malodorous scent struck me the moment I stepped into the lecture hall. Already I had my handkerchief pressed over my nose. I was fairly certain of its origin—this was no commonplace classroom smell. It was the stench of death.
An autopsy table rested on stout legs in the center of the octagonal hall. Beside the table stood Professor Seward, a gas stove, and another low table cluttered with instruments of the curious and complicated variety. Accompanied by my friend, Wakefield, I found a seat in one of the chairs that sat in a smaller octagon around the table. There we waited for the rest of the students to shuffle in.
“I wonder who that was,” Wakefield whispered, pointing at the lumpy white sheet over the autopsy table. The other students arrived in silence, their attention held rapt by the body. Upon seeing that everyone had assembled, the professor took out an old lucifer, lit it on the corner of the table, and put it to the stove. The smell of coal gas and phosphorous mingled with the scent of death. The professor cleared his throat, and the lecture began.
“The first thing I would like you all to know is that the cadaver we are to use today is clean. I am sure you’ve all heard of the scandal over in Cambridge, but I would like to assure you that such goings-on would never be allowed at London University.”
“Bravo,” Wakefield said with a chuckle, but a glare from the professor set him wilting back in his seat like a frightened hare. Inwardly, I sighed. His churlish behavior reflected poorly upon me. I knew the professor’s eyes were already on me, and I didn’t want to lose his trust. I gave my friend a jab in the arm. Keep it down, you fool. Wakefield shrugged.
