Com certeza! A história está esquentando. A transição do sonho para a dura realidade medieval foi muito bem executada. A introdução de Sir Roland estabelece o perigo do mundo, e a chegada de Nyra vira tudo de cabeça para baixo.
Mantive o estilo de tradução, focando em manter a tensão, o ritmo da ação e o impacto da revelação final.
Aqui está o capítulo 3 em inglês:
English Translation (Light Novel Format) - Chapter 3
Arthur stood there, motionless, completely lost. He rubbed his eyes and thought:
'I must be dreaming, right? Is this real?'
The boy watched as several carts passed by, heading towards the city. A crowd of people chatted as they followed a path made of stones and small twigs—something like a road leading to the entrance. The boy pinched himself, trying to wake up from his supposed dream, but it didn't work. This was reality.
His mind a mess and with no other options, he decided to follow the crowd toward the grand entrance. As he got closer, he noticed a knight announcing something.
"A very good afternoon to you, dear visitors of the Kingdom of Cindoria! Welcome! I kindly ask that you present your tourist or merchant visas here at the castle's reception," the knight declared, his voice loud and confident.
The knight was tall and strong, wearing a suit of iron armor over chainmail. He sported a red symbol on his chest and a straight sword at his hip.
Just like in the real world, to cross the kingdom's gates, one needed prior permission. Foreigners required a visa, be it for trade or tourism, or the even more impossible permit issued directly by the royalty.
The entrance was massive, with a huge iron gate left ajar, allowing the passage of carts and registered people. Everything was proceeding smoothly until a foreigner tried to enter without permission.
In an instant, the only sound was the clatter of armor as guards chased after the man. A moment later, he was dragged back and thrown outside the reception area.
Interrupting his speech, the main knight stepped forward and raised his sword against the man, his eyes blazing with anger and indignation.
"How dare you attempt to break our laws, my dear sir? You shall be punished immediately with your life," the knight said, his tone arrogant and self-assured.
"P-please forgive me… I-I swear I won't try again," the individual pleaded for his life, his voice terrified and desperate.
The knight didn't hesitate. With a single strike, he cut the transgressor in half, sending the surrounding crowd into a complete panic of screams.
CLANK!
The knight slammed his sword on the ground, the thunderous metallic sound echoing throughout the entrance.
"Listen, all of you! I am Sir Roland. Anyone who dares to trespass here will pay with their own life. Follow our laws or return to your own lands!" Roland exclaimed loudly.
Silence fell. A heavy energy filled the air. People, visibly afraid, began to whisper among themselves. Others started to turn back, hoping to avoid the same fate as that poor bastard.
Arthur remained there, still frozen, still confused. He had just witnessed a man being killed right in front of him. 'D-did he really kill that guy? With no hesitation or remorse? How?'
The boy's mind was in turmoil, his emotions a mix of fear and terror. He looked around, trying to understand where he was, or what nightmare he'd fallen into. The people's clothes, the animals pulling carts, the distant sound of hammers—everything seemed to be straight out of a medieval world.
He didn't know if he had entered a dream or a nightmare. As Arthur was lost in his thoughts, he heard a voice call out to him.
"Hey, you! Boy! Come here," shouted one of Sir Roland's knights, pointing at Arthur. "Where are you from? Show me your visa. Now."
A chill ran down Arthur's spine. Involuntarily, flashbacks of the stranger's death replayed in his mind.
He froze, trembling with fear, the taste of death in his mouth.
"I… I don't…" Arthur tried to say something, but the words were lost in the knot of fear lodged in his throat.
The soldier glared at the boy, his face contorting in anger.
"Spit it out, kid. Your visa, NOW!"
"I-I don't have one," Arthur said in a low, shameful tone.
The boy had already accepted his fate. He was going to die right here. His body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to figure out what to do. Run? That would be useless; he knew the guards would catch him. And where would he even run to? He knew literally nothing about this world. So, fighting is the answer? How? They were outnumbered and equipped with armor and swords.
While his mind was at war with itself, Arthur felt a hand grab his shirt and yank him forward.
"You damned kid! Then what are you doing here?!" the guard exclaimed, rage written all over his face.
The guard quickly drew his straight sword, holding it in one hand and Arthur in the other.
"Let go of me," Arthur said, his voice cracking with a mix of fear and anger. He struggled desperately, as if it were his only remaining option.
It was pure instinct. Arthur saw the enemy's guard was down and acted. He bit the hand holding him with all his might. The impact was enough for the knight to recoil, dropping his sword. Without hesitating, Arthur grabbed it. The weight didn't startle him; he knew swords. It was like meeting an old friend. He took a deep breath.
And faced them all with a gaze ready for battle.
Instantly, the knight to his right lunged with a straight thrust at Arthur. He met it with a perfect block. His posture, his grip, his expression—they were all those of a formidable warrior.
Clang!
Arthur traded blows with the royal knight. The onlookers could hardly believe it. How could a young man be on the same level as a royal guard? Or perhaps even superior?
He quickly analyzed his opponent and noticed a small flaw in his stance. His left foot was misaligned, causing an instability in his base. Arthur did not forgive it. He delivered a precise diagonal strike right where the knight's left foot was planted. The man stumbled, unbalanced. The boy was already positioning himself for the decisive, lethal blow—a thrust directly at the abdomen—when suddenly…
Without fear, without hesitation, Arthur lunged forward for his final strike, but…
Whoosh!
[Illustration: A red-haired woman, Nyra, appearing in a blur of motion, casually stopping Arthur's determined sword thrust with just the index and middle fingers of one hand. Her expression is calm and smiling, while Arthur's is one of shock and exertion.]
A figure appeared like the wind, swift and silent. The sword Arthur wielded was blocked with ease, using only two fingers. The woman smiled at him calmly, as if this were all just a game.
"You disarmed one soldier, took his weapon, and were about to take down the second? ...Typical of a hero," she said, a wide grin on her face.
The dust in the air began to settle, revealing the woman. She had red hair that fell like flames over her shoulders and intense eyes of the same color. She had an aura of power and confidence that made her seem impossible to defeat. She wore light armor with the same symbol as the other knights and carried a long, elegant sword at her hip. Everything about her exuded power and experience.
Arthur was in complete shock, watching as his attack was blocked by just two fingers. He immediately retreated, pointing his sword at the stranger.
"Who are you? And what's this talk about a hero?" Arthur asked, visibly frightened.
The woman's smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, intimidating glare.
"Are you really going to point that sword at me? You're not that naive, boy," the woman replied, her irritation clear in her terrifying gaze.
Arthur felt a cold dread creep up his spine. Just by looking into her eyes, he knew he stood no chance against this mysterious woman. With trembling hands, he let the sword fall to the ground. He just stood there, watching, trying to understand what was happening.
"S-so… can you tell me who you are?" he asked, his voice failing mid-sentence, caught between fear and curiosity.
"I am Nyra Vuldriss, Leader of the Royal Knights of the Kingdom of Cindoria. And, if you haven't figured it out yet, you're a hero summoned to our world from another. What's your name?" Nyra asked, her tone now curious and mixed, less intimidating than before.
Arthur stared at Nyra, stunned. 'Hero? Me? What does she mean? I was just an ordinary student. How am I a hero in this world?' he thought, still reeling from the news that he was supposedly a hero here.