Got my hands on it about five months ago. Here's a translation involving our favorite Selvaria Bles
Spoiler for Track 3: Selvaria Cooks:
03 セルベリア、料理を作る
03 Selvaria Cooks
Selvaria: Under the supervision/command of a talented commander/officer, one should be able draw the complete loyalty/affections of their soldiers. Thus a talented commander should be able to draw out and multiply the strength of the soldiers he leads by ten, nay by a thousand times. The ability to instantly read the situation, snatch victory from defeat and merge his many soldiers into a seamless body/perfect whole.
This is the highest ideal of the military. A person who possesses that can be called the perfect/ideal commander. So then what of his soldiers?
I believe most praiseworthy/greatest virtue is perfect comprehension/understanding of orders. If your commander orders once, you immediately aim/fire your gun. The ability to know and comprehend your officer’s/commander’s order before they even say it. An indispensible/essential ability/asset.
For the sake of that man, I dedicate my days to forging myself into that ideal/perfect soldier. My apologies for delaying my introduction, my name is Selvaria. Selvaria Bles, Imperial Army Commander/General of the Gallian Invasion.
Together by His Imperial Majesty Maximilian’s side, we go towards the front.
Maximilian: All forces forward, the enemy forces are crumbling before us. Go forth and end this battle in one blow!
Gregor: The Gallian forces are completely overwhelmed/pathetic. This just shows what a pathetic country they are.
Jaegar: Truly, if they can’t put up any real fight (if this keeps up), we’ll overrun them completely. I’m starting to worry that this war will be over before we’ve had a chance to make our appearance on the battlefield.
Maximilian: Be at ease, Jaegar, Gregor. You will have your chance soon.
Gregor: I surely hope so.
Jaegar: If you’re lying, I’ll be mad.
Selvaria: General Jaegar, recant your words. How dare you use such an insolent tone towards His Imperial Majesty!
Maximilian: Selvaria, at ease.
Selvaria: But…
Jaegar: Ha, well, that’s how it is. Hey Selvaria, you might want to take it easy sometimes. You’ll be tired when you need your strength most if you don’t.
Gregor: It appears that we’ve erased/destroyed the opposing forces/resistance.
Maximilian: So it appears.
Jaegar: All right! We’ve won! We’ve won! If that’s the case, let’s have a victory feast tonight! (bad translation)
Selvaria: Victory feast? (bad translation)
Jaegar: Let’s go all out and relax/have fun! Right?
Selvaria: Um…
Maximilian: What is it?
Selvaria: Well, at the victory feast, will Your Imperial Majesty… Lord Maximilian be…
Jaegar: Ahaha, of course you’ll be there, right Supreme Commander?
Maximilian: Hmph, even a hungry man will eat. (lit: Anyone can get hungry and eat, eventually)
Jaegar: Then it’s decided.
Selvaria: So that means Lord Maximilian will partake/eat dinner with us… Which means it would not be unusual if I decided to cook something… Which means Lord Maximilian will eat my home cooking… Which means he will generously and exclusively eat it (bad translation)… Heh heh heh heh… This… requires my complete focus/entire strength…
Jaegar: Selvaria… Hey Selvaria! Are you listening? What’s with you spacing out like that?
Selvaria: Um, nothing.
Maximilian: Let us go.
Selvaria: Majesty?
Maximilian: What is it?
Selvaria: I request permission to briefly take independent action away.
Maximilian: Hmph?
Selvaria: If I could, I shall return before tonight.
Maximilian: Very well, do as you please.
Selvaria: I am truly thankful Sire.
Jaegar: Seriously, what is she thinking? That being said, leaving a woman alone on the frontlines is… Karl, are you there?
Karl: Yes Sir, I am here!
Jaegar: Don’t know what’s going on but Selvaria’s planning to do something on her own.
Karl: The commander (lit Colonel)?
Jaegar: She’s pretty fond of you, so keep an eye on the princess. Okay?
Karl: Yes sir!
Selvaria: The question is ‘what should I make?’. His Imperial Majesty favourite dish/food… My home made cooking… for Lord Maximilian… Here you go my Lord Maximilian, ah~.
Maximilian: Aah~….
Selvaria: Does it taste good?
Maximilian: Yes, it has a wondrous flavour.
Selvaria: If that did come to be, I’m afraid I’ll die from so much happiness.
Karl: Commander Selvaria… Um, Commander Selvaria. Commander, are you feeling okay?
Selvaria: Oh it’s you Karl, why are you here?
Karl: General Jaegar asked me to be your escort guard.
Selvaria: Curse you Jaegar, being such a nuisance. (poking your nose into my business)
Karl: What are you planning to do?
Selvaria: That’s right. I almost lost my train of thought. The question is ‘what will I make?’. His Imperial Highness favourite dish/food… No, that’s not it. The question is not ‘what His Majesty likes?’, the question is ‘what would he like to eat?’. Now that I’ve said it, I am able to grasp the situation. That is the essence of my task/mission. If I’m not mistaken, Lord Maximilian said…
Maximilian: Hmph, even a hungry man will eat. (lit: Anyone can get hungry and eat, eventually)
Selvaria: Saying that while his eyes were calm and clear, and a bored smile of ennui rose to the surface with a hint of his burning inner fighting spirit burning (bad translation, Selvaria is reading way too much into Maximilian’s facial expression). Which means… I’ve made my decision.
Karl: Huh?
Selvaria: Tonight’s dish/meal will be pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Karl: Oh, you mean that simple dish *niku jaga or niku kare* (literally meat and potatoes or meat curry. Note: Selvaria makes it sound fancy, while Karl makes it quite pedestrian and common)
Selvaria: No, pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Karl: Um, I mean you’re using its European name, but it’s really just *niku jaga/niku kare*.
Selvaria: Stop being foolish, its pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas
Karl: Um, er… well, fine then…
Selvaria: Tonight’s dish has been decided. Now… all that’s left is to gather the very best ingredients! This is all for His Majesty’s sake!
Karl: Um, I don’t quite see what this is about…
Soldier A: Enemy attack!
Soldier B: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized pork meat/production! Why!?
Soldier A: Squad 2 and Squad 4 are completely annihilated!
Solider B: Get a hold of yourself! How many are there?!
Soldier A: Um, well…
Solider B: What’s wrong…
Soldier A: Enemy forces number at… two…
Solider B: What?!
Soldier A: There appears to be only two enemy soldiers!
Soldier B: Huh?!
Selvaria: You’re in my way! Get out of here! Karl, can you follow?
Karl: Um, somehow!
Selvaria: Then let’s go!
Soldier C: There they are! Over there!
Selvaria: Don’t make me repeat myself! Don’t get in my way! There! Oh, excuse me, 300 grams of sliced pork please.
Woman: Um, okay. Thank you for your patronage…
Karl: Huh, this place… A butcher/meat shop?
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier B: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized potatoes (potato production)! Why!?
Selvaria: Karl, leave this to me! So get over there as quickly as possible!
Karl: Yes ma’am! I’ll head towards the vegetable shop!
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier D: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized peas (pea production)!
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier E: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized **** (*** production)! (can’t hear word)
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier F: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized carrots (carrot production)!
Karl: And so, the Commander safely completed gathering her ingredients. The raids/battles were covered up by both the Imperial and Gallian military as a result very few know of it.
Selvaria: Now then, we’ve gathered the ingredients. All that is left is cooking.
Karl: Um… Could it be…?
Selvaria: Do you know the most important element in cooking?
Karl: Um could it be making sure it tastes good or something?
Selvaria: It is no different from a battlefield, you must bold strategy, overwhelming firepower, and knowing what to do in any situation. And most importantly… devotion/earnestness!
Karl: Whoa, now, now, now. Devotion/earnestness is great and all but saying that with that blue aura is… Um, er, if you keep this up! The kitchen will definitely get destroyed right! Ha ha ha! Am I going to die?!
Selvaria: Now! BURN!
Karl: Huh?
Selvaria: The seasonings have been organized alphabetically (or ‘will be added in alphabetically) (sa shi su se so).
Karl: Oh so you do cook normally.
Selvaria: Good, its ready.
Jaegar: Listen up, you’ve done good! So take a load off your shoulders and party hardy!
Men: YEAH!
Gregor: Hmph, Jaegar couldn’t you have said something more dignified than that?
Jaegar: Oh come on, its fine, who would want to hear some long speech when there’s food lined up in front of you. Right Maximilian?
Maximilian: Hmph.
Jaegar: Heh, now let’s dig in.
Selvaria: Wait a moment Lord Maximilian. Um, well, if you would like, would you like to partake in this too?
Gregor: Oh, it’s *niku jaga*.
Selvaria: Um, no, it’s pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Jaegar: Oh I see, so that’s what it was all about. Hey Maximilian, try some.
Maximilian: Hmm… Hmm…
Selvaria: He’s eating it… His Majesty is eating my homemade cooking.
Gregor: Hm, let me try some too. This… This is well made. The pork, of course, is of the highest quality and the potatoes are cooked just before they are ready to melt away (collapse into mush). It’s easy to oversalt/over season the dish but the flavour is wonderfully subtle/simple/restrained. And most of all, this accent of peas reinforces the *niku jaga/niku kare* taste! (bad translation… also Maximilian seriously needs to learn from Gregor in praising cooking)
Selvaria: Um no, it’s pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Karl: She’s stubborn on that point.
Jaegar: And Maximilian, what do you think?
Maximilian: Hm… Overwhelming/Intoxicating (bad translation).
All: Overwhelming?
Maximilian: I’m not very fond of meat…
Selvaria: Urg…
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Got my hands on it about five months ago. Here's a translation involving our favorite Selvaria Bles
Spoiler for Track 3: Selvaria Cooks:
03 セルベリア、料理を作る
03 Selvaria Cooks
Selvaria: Under the supervision/command of a talented commander/officer, one should be able draw the complete loyalty/affections of their soldiers. Thus a talented commander should be able to draw out and multiply the strength of the soldiers he leads by ten, nay by a thousand times. The ability to instantly read the situation, snatch victory from defeat and merge his many soldiers into a seamless body/perfect whole.
This is the highest ideal of the military. A person who possesses that can be called the perfect/ideal commander. So then what of his soldiers?
I believe most praiseworthy/greatest virtue is perfect comprehension/understanding of orders. If your commander orders once, you immediately aim/fire your gun. The ability to know and comprehend your officer’s/commander’s order before they even say it. An indispensible/essential ability/asset.
For the sake of that man, I dedicate my days to forging myself into that ideal/perfect soldier. My apologies for delaying my introduction, my name is Selvaria. Selvaria Bles, Imperial Army Commander/General of the Gallian Invasion.
Together by His Imperial Majesty Maximilian’s side, we go towards the front.
Maximilian: All forces forward, the enemy forces are crumbling before us. Go forth and end this battle in one blow!
Gregor: The Gallian forces are completely overwhelmed/pathetic. This just shows what a pathetic country they are.
Jaegar: Truly, if they can’t put up any real fight (if this keeps up), we’ll overrun them completely. I’m starting to worry that this war will be over before we’ve had a chance to make our appearance on the battlefield.
Maximilian: Be at ease, Jaegar, Gregor. You will have your chance soon.
Gregor: I surely hope so.
Jaegar: If you’re lying, I’ll be mad.
Selvaria: General Jaegar, recant your words. How dare you use such an insolent tone towards His Imperial Majesty!
Maximilian: Selvaria, at ease.
Selvaria: But…
Jaegar: Ha, well, that’s how it is. Hey Selvaria, you might want to take it easy sometimes. You’ll be tired when you need your strength most if you don’t.
Gregor: It appears that we’ve erased/destroyed the opposing forces/resistance.
Maximilian: So it appears.
Jaegar: All right! We’ve won! We’ve won! If that’s the case, let’s have a victory feast tonight! (bad translation)
Selvaria: Victory feast? (bad translation)
Jaegar: Let’s go all out and relax/have fun! Right?
Selvaria: Um…
Maximilian: What is it?
Selvaria: Well, at the victory feast, will Your Imperial Majesty… Lord Maximilian be…
Jaegar: Ahaha, of course you’ll be there, right Supreme Commander?
Maximilian: Hmph, even a hungry man will eat. (lit: Anyone can get hungry and eat, eventually)
Jaegar: Then it’s decided.
Selvaria: So that means Lord Maximilian will partake/eat dinner with us… Which means it would not be unusual if I decided to cook something… Which means Lord Maximilian will eat my home cooking… Which means he will generously and exclusively eat it (bad translation)… Heh heh heh heh… This… requires my complete focus/entire strength…
Jaegar: Selvaria… Hey Selvaria! Are you listening? What’s with you spacing out like that?
Selvaria: Um, nothing.
Maximilian: Let us go.
Selvaria: Majesty?
Maximilian: What is it?
Selvaria: I request permission to briefly take independent action away.
Maximilian: Hmph?
Selvaria: If I could, I shall return before tonight.
Maximilian: Very well, do as you please.
Selvaria: I am truly thankful Sire.
Jaegar: Seriously, what is she thinking? That being said, leaving a woman alone on the frontlines is… Karl, are you there?
Karl: Yes Sir, I am here!
Jaegar: Don’t know what’s going on but Selvaria’s planning to do something on her own.
Karl: The commander (lit Colonel)?
Jaegar: She’s pretty fond of you, so keep an eye on the princess. Okay?
Karl: Yes sir!
Selvaria: The question is ‘what should I make?’. His Imperial Majesty favourite dish/food… My home made cooking… for Lord Maximilian… Here you go my Lord Maximilian, ah~.
Maximilian: Aah~….
Selvaria: Does it taste good?
Maximilian: Yes, it has a wondrous flavour.
Selvaria: If that did come to be, I’m afraid I’ll die from so much happiness.
Karl: Commander Selvaria… Um, Commander Selvaria. Commander, are you feeling okay?
Selvaria: Oh it’s you Karl, why are you here?
Karl: General Jaegar asked me to be your escort guard.
Selvaria: Curse you Jaegar, being such a nuisance. (poking your nose into my business)
Karl: What are you planning to do?
Selvaria: That’s right. I almost lost my train of thought. The question is ‘what will I make?’. His Imperial Highness favourite dish/food… No, that’s not it. The question is not ‘what His Majesty likes?’, the question is ‘what would he like to eat?’. Now that I’ve said it, I am able to grasp the situation. That is the essence of my task/mission. If I’m not mistaken, Lord Maximilian said…
Maximilian: Hmph, even a hungry man will eat. (lit: Anyone can get hungry and eat, eventually)
Selvaria: Saying that while his eyes were calm and clear, and a bored smile of ennui rose to the surface with a hint of his burning inner fighting spirit burning (bad translation, Selvaria is reading way too much into Maximilian’s facial expression). Which means… I’ve made my decision.
Karl: Huh?
Selvaria: Tonight’s dish/meal will be pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Karl: Oh, you mean that simple dish *niku jaga or niku kare* (literally meat and potatoes or meat curry. Note: Selvaria makes it sound fancy, while Karl makes it quite pedestrian and common)
Selvaria: No, pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Karl: Um, I mean you’re using its European name, but it’s really just *niku jaga/niku kare*.
Selvaria: Stop being foolish, its pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas
Karl: Um, er… well, fine then…
Selvaria: Tonight’s dish has been decided. Now… all that’s left is to gather the very best ingredients! This is all for His Majesty’s sake!
Karl: Um, I don’t quite see what this is about…
Soldier A: Enemy attack!
Soldier B: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized pork meat/production! Why!?
Soldier A: Squad 2 and Squad 4 are completely annihilated!
Solider B: Get a hold of yourself! How many are there?!
Soldier A: Um, well…
Solider B: What’s wrong…
Soldier A: Enemy forces number at… two…
Solider B: What?!
Soldier A: There appears to be only two enemy soldiers!
Soldier B: Huh?!
Selvaria: You’re in my way! Get out of here! Karl, can you follow?
Karl: Um, somehow!
Selvaria: Then let’s go!
Soldier C: There they are! Over there!
Selvaria: Don’t make me repeat myself! Don’t get in my way! There! Oh, excuse me, 300 grams of sliced pork please.
Woman: Um, okay. Thank you for your patronage…
Karl: Huh, this place… A butcher/meat shop?
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier B: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized potatoes (potato production)! Why!?
Selvaria: Karl, leave this to me! So get over there as quickly as possible!
Karl: Yes ma’am! I’ll head towards the vegetable shop!
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier D: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized peas (pea production)!
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier E: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized **** (*** production)! (can’t hear word)
Soldier: Enemy attack!
Soldier F: What? The Imperials would attack a backwater town like this? There’s no military/strategic value/point, this town’s only famous for is for its prized carrots (carrot production)!
Karl: And so, the Commander safely completed gathering her ingredients. The raids/battles were covered up by both the Imperial and Gallian military as a result very few know of it.
Selvaria: Now then, we’ve gathered the ingredients. All that is left is cooking.
Karl: Um… Could it be…?
Selvaria: Do you know the most important element in cooking?
Karl: Um could it be making sure it tastes good or something?
Selvaria: It is no different from a battlefield, you must bold strategy, overwhelming firepower, and knowing what to do in any situation. And most importantly… devotion/earnestness!
Karl: Whoa, now, now, now. Devotion/earnestness is great and all but saying that with that blue aura is… Um, er, if you keep this up! The kitchen will definitely get destroyed right! Ha ha ha! Am I going to die?!
Selvaria: Now! BURN!
Karl: Huh?
Selvaria: The seasonings have been organized alphabetically (or ‘will be added in alphabetically) (sa shi su se so).
Karl: Oh so you do cook normally.
Selvaria: Good, its ready.
Jaegar: Listen up, you’ve done good! So take a load off your shoulders and party hardy!
Men: YEAH!
Gregor: Hmph, Jaegar couldn’t you have said something more dignified than that?
Jaegar: Oh come on, its fine, who would want to hear some long speech when there’s food lined up in front of you. Right Maximilian?
Maximilian: Hmph.
Jaegar: Heh, now let’s dig in.
Selvaria: Wait a moment Lord Maximilian. Um, well, if you would like, would you like to partake in this too?
Gregor: Oh, it’s *niku jaga*.
Selvaria: Um, no, it’s pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Jaegar: Oh I see, so that’s what it was all about. Hey Maximilian, try some.
Maximilian: Hmm… Hmm…
Selvaria: He’s eating it… His Majesty is eating my homemade cooking.
Gregor: Hm, let me try some too. This… This is well made. The pork, of course, is of the highest quality and the potatoes are cooked just before they are ready to melt away (collapse into mush). It’s easy to oversalt/over season the dish but the flavour is wonderfully subtle/simple/restrained. And most of all, this accent of peas reinforces the *niku jaga/niku kare* taste! (bad translation… also Maximilian seriously needs to learn from Gregor in praising cooking)
Selvaria: Um no, it’s pork and baby potato ragout, garnished with peas.
Karl: She’s stubborn on that point.
Jaegar: And Maximilian, what do you think?
Maximilian: Hm… Overwhelming/Intoxicating (bad translation).
All: Overwhelming?
Maximilian: I’m not very fond of meat…
Selvaria: Urg…
Btw I don't know if anyone is interested but right now there's an Humble Music Bundle going on with a Best Of from the Valkyria Chronicles OST and it's pay what you want. It's a nice way to give some money to the composer and get some tracks on the cheap.
2010-07-18, 02:32
