My translation stuff

“I’m back.” “Welcome back, Stella,” Rye said. “Wait, who’s that? Is she okay?” “Don’t worry, she’s still alive.” “That sounds even more concerning. She’s got puke all over her clothes! What did you do, Stella?!” “I was just watching some boar tricks. Anyway, Marie, I bought these three for you. It’s up to you to get them ready to work at the restaurant. I won’t help with their training.” “Of course, Miss Stella. If I might ask, what are their names?” “Their names? Who knows.” Rye, who’d been inspecting the unconscious Typica, turned to gawk at Stella. “How do you not know? Didn’t you handpick them?” “I didn’t, actually. And I didn’t hear their names.” Nor would she have remembered them if she had. These slaves were extra labor, nothing more. She’d have purchased grown men instead, but unfortunately, there had been none for sale. “Man, you’re so cold,” Rye said. “Can’t you do something about that?” “I let the merchant pick them for me. Anyway, they’re mine now.” Stella paused, curling h...

One month passed since the obliteration of the Palpud Union. Summer finally came in full force. Each day was hotter than the last, and as the temperature increased, so did the sales of the tears of falling stars. Money rolled in at a steady rate, but was it worth all the noisy customers? The tears were supposed to fund Stella’s living expenses; she’d never intended for them to grow as a business. In fact, she was considering discontinuing the product. The Stock Company was under Mace’s leadership now, and he was her pawn. Marie, however, had practically begged Stella to increase production. Unable to turn down the request, she continued to produce the tears as part of her daily magic training. Mace had also asked her to increase production of the elixir, but that she’d promptly refused. Pressed for the reason, he’d revealed he was raising funds to curry favor with both the Astral Church and the Khorshid Empire. Stella had never asked him to do such a thing; he’d come up with the plan a...