Ótimo! A história está se desenvolvendo de uma maneira muito clássica de isekai, com a exploração do novo mundo, a explicação da trama principal (heróis vs. rei demônio) e a introdução de personagens-chave. A dinâmica entre Nyra, Arthur e o suspeito Sireon é um ótimo começo.
Continuei com o mesmo método, garantindo que os diálogos soem naturais para cada personagem e que a descrição do mundo seja imersiva.
Aqui está o capítulo 4 em inglês:
English Translation (Light Novel Format) - Chapter 4
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.
"By the looks of it, you don't understand anything. Just come with me. I'll guide you to the others," Nyra said, gesturing for him to follow her.
"And you, Roland," Nyra exclaimed, grabbing the knight by his armor. "You have a lot to explain about this amateurish display. Prepare yourself. Your training is about to be doubled."
Roland trembled, swallowing hard before he answered.
"Y-yes, milady. My apologies," he said, trying to maintain his posture.
With that, the two entered the capital. As they passed through the gates, Arthur was met with a breathtaking sight: a true medieval capital.
Wooden and stone houses were crammed together along narrow streets, and various stalls, similar to market stands, sold colorful fruits, assorted items, meats, and other spices. The noise was almost overwhelming—the clatter of trotting horses, the shouts of merchants, the chatter of people. A true, living city.
Before him was a long road paved with stones, lined with some of the stalls. This was the capital's main street. It stretched across the entire region, connecting to all the other roads. It was known simply as the Main Street—a simple but functional name.
As he walked down the Main Street beside Nyra, taking in the city, something caught the boy's eye: a sword stall with every type imaginable. Katanas, straight swords, daggers, short swords, greatswords—it was a true paradise for him.
Filled with admiration, Arthur stopped, enchanted by the sheer diversity. He wanted to test every single one. Just then, a tall, bearded, and heavy-set man came out and looked at him.
"I see you have good taste, my boy," he exclaimed, giving Arthur a friendly smile.
"Yes, they are incredible. All of them," Arthur said, his voice filled with awe and surprise as he admired the blades.
Nyra smiled, observing Arthur's fascination, but quickly gave him an order.
"Leave that for later, kid. Right now, we need to find the others," she replied, commanding him to move on.
Arthur nodded and resumed walking beside Nyra.
"By the way, I still don't know your name, hero," Nyra said, crossing her arms, her curiosity evident as she waited for an answer.
"That's right. I'm Arthur. A pleasure to meet you, Nyra," he replied, smiling warmly.
"Well, Arthur, it's a pleasure to meet you too," Nyra said with a faint smile. "As we walk, I'll tell you more about what's going on. I bet you have a ton of questions."
Arthur nodded, waiting for Nyra's summary.
"Basically, in this world, the Church summons three heroes to fight against the Demon King and his demonic army. Usually, they appear in the palace, in a special room. But you, for some reason, showed up in the middle of nowhere. Right?" she asked, a curious and uncertain tone in her voice.
"Yeah, I just appeared out of thin air. I was just living my life normally in my world, and when I blinked… boom. I appeared here, right in the middle of all that confusion," Arthur said, shaking his head.
"That's strange… I've never seen anything like it," Nyra replied, scratching her head in confusion. "But I'm sure the Church will have an answer. Don't worry, okay?"
Arthur agreed, and the two continued on their way in silence.
"We're here," Nyra said, pointing to the main castle.
The castle looked like something out of a dream or an ancient book. It was too big, too beautiful, with tall towers and seemingly endless walls. A true masterpiece of the era's architecture, guarded by numerous sentries, it appeared impenetrable. Arthur felt small before it. Next to it stood an equally enormous church, white and gleaming, almost as colossal as the castle itself. It was clear that in this place, religion was nearly as powerful as the king.
"Impressive, isn't it? I had the same reaction the first time I came here," Nyra said, crossing her arms. "But don't be fooled. There are a lot of jerks in there."
Arthur nodded, observing the main gate. Two guards emerged, opening it and bowing in reverence.
A mysterious figure began to descend the castle steps. He was a middle-aged man, likely in his 50s, wearing a long white cassock and a white zucchetto. Around his neck, a gold chain in the shape of a cross hung on his chest, a clear display of power and respect wherever he went.
"Hey, see that guy over there? That's Sireon Elgrande, the head of the Church," Nyra muttered, leaning discreetly toward Arthur. "He's an idiot… but he's powerful. Very powerful. So be careful, you hear?"
Arthur swallowed hard, watching as Sireon calmly walked in their direction.
"Nyra, it's been a while. How are you?" Sireon asked, a genuinely cheerful smile on his face.
Nyra automatically bowed.
"I am well, milord. Thank you for your concern. Here, beside me, I have a hero."
"It's alright, no need for ceremonies. You may rise. We are partners, after all, are we not?" he said, his eyes smiling.
"And are you certain this young man is a hero?" he asked curiously. "Because the three heroes are in the hall at this very moment."
Nyra was surprised but replied, "I am certain, milord. Look here."
Nyra pulled Arthur forward and rolled up his sleeve, showing his wrist. There was a mark—the same symbol that the royal knights and Nyra herself wore on their chests. The boy was surprised. When had that mark gotten there? And how did it appear? He hadn't felt any pain, nor had he gotten a tattoo.
Sireon stared at the boy, his surprised expression quickly turning to one of unease. This had obviously put him on high alert.
"Well, a new hero is always welcome, don't you think? Welcome, boy. Let's take you to the others," he exclaimed, with a friendly smile.
Arthur felt it. Something was off about this figure. His instincts were screaming at him not to trust this man. Paired with Nyra's warning, he was worried about what was to come.
"What is your name, young man?" Sireon asked, his tone still laced with curiosity and concern.
Arthur noticed the man's restlessness but answered calmly.
"I'm Arthur. It's a great pleasure to meet you, Sireon," he said, smiling, trying to appear friendly.
Nyra looked at the boy with a sad, farewell gaze.
"This is where we part ways, kid. I'll see you another day. You're the hero, after all," she said, smiling cheerfully.
"Of course, Nyra. See you soon," Arthur replied, a smile on his face, pleased with his new friendship.
As he passed through the castle gates with Sireon, Arthur thought he had already seen enough to be impressed. But the interior was even better than the exterior. It was like stepping into a palace. Giant, shining chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, glittering like a full moon on a dark night. The floor was covered by a crimson-red carpet with golden borders, and the walls displayed paintings and sculptures bearing the symbol of the knights.
Sireon led the way with firm steps. They crossed long, impeccably clean corridors where silent guards watched every corner. The boy's emotions were a whirlwind as he walked through the castle.
Then, Sireon stopped in front of a massive door guarded by two sentries. They bowed to him and opened the door, revealing a huge, empty room. Inside, a large magic circle was drawn on the floor with incomprehensible writings, and a small table held a gigantic book.
Upon entering, Arthur could see three figures leaning against the wall. They were the three summoned heroes.
"Heroes, I have returned, and with a new companion. This is Arthur, a hero just like you. We don't quite know the reason, but a fourth hero has come to our world. But this is surely a good thing, a very good thing," Sireon said, sounding a bit nervous and confused.
Arthur stepped forward and introduced himself.
"I'm Arthur, a high school student from Japan. I was summoned while I was in class and told I am to be a hero… I still don't understand how this world works, or how to get back home, nor do I know the reason for all this. I hope I can count on your help," he said, bowing to greet the other heroes.
The first to step forward was a tall, slender young man with blond hair and brown eyes, wearing beautiful and exuberant clothes.
"A pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I'm Kaien. I'm also a student, but unlike you, I come from Europe. I ended up in this world a short while ago and know just as little as you do. I hope we can help each other, with the goal of returning home as quickly as possible," Kaien said, smiling and confident.
Arthur analyzed him quickly and immediately realized: this guy had all the makings of a leader. He took the initiative without hesitation and seemed comfortable with it, as if he were used to being in command. From his demeanor and appearance, he was probably European.
Something about him was unsettling, but Arthur couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't like with Sireon; he didn't feel threatened... so he just returned the smile, deciding to count on his new colleague.