How to Handle a Yandere Harem - Zetro Translation

In a serene, almost heavenly slice of the cosmos, there I was — lost in a tranquil dream, the kind you’d tell your friends about with a dramatic gasp for effect. As I gazed around, a familiar figure caught my eye. Grandpa, and oh, was he rocking a look that was out-of-this-world — literally! There he was in a glistening metallic suit, strumming a guitar on what looked like a boat, but not just any boat — a celestial gondola, if you will.

Suddenly, Grandpa, who was rocking his metallic suit and strumming a guitar on a celestial gondola, launched into a riff that echoed through the cosmic expanse. His voice, a mix of mischief and melodrama, filled the air, “Hey there, kid, just floating free, where do you think you really be? Beyond the stars, so bright and vast, lost all your worries, at peace at last? Oh, but wait, hold on, not so fast! Kid, you’re headed somewhere… quite a blast!”

The dream shifted dramatically. Liz stood before me, her eyes narrowed with a mix of confusion and accusation. She thrust something heavy onto my lap. My eyes snapped open to find an irate Liz glaring daggers down at me.

The weight on my lap? Three hefty concrete bars. Beside me, a sniffing Norisa, shackled by his own set of heavy bars.

“Norisa, what have you done?” I whispered.

He muttered back, his voice a mix of desperation and resignation, “I tried to tell her, man, but Liz wasn’t having any of it…”

This mess, I realized, was all because of him. If only he hadn’t sent that infamous photo.

“Adriel… focus on me…” Liz’s voice cut through the tension as she added another bar to my already crushing burden.

I pleaded, “Liz-san, please, you’ve got to believe me, that girl was chasing after Norisa, not me!”

“And you think that’s a solid alibi? Come on, Norisa’s luck with ladies is as real as a three-dollar bill. He’s more likely to win a men’s admiration contest.”

At that, Norisa’s tears started anew, a testament to the tangled web we found ourselves in.

“Come on, Liz, please, believe me, I swear it wasn’t like that…” I pleaded, my voice cracking under the weight of both the concrete and the situation. I shuffled awkwardly, the bars on my lap making each movement a herculean task.

Liz paced back and forth, her eyes darting between the damning photo in her hand and me. Her foot tapped an impatient rhythm on the floor, mirroring the drumming of my frantic heart.

“Then explain this, Adriel. Who is she? Who is the girl in this photo with you?”

I tried to inch back with each step she took, the concrete bars clanking loudly.

“For the last time, Liz, I swear, I don’t know her, she was after Norisa, not me,” I kept right on insisting, my hands gesturing wildly in a futile attempt to emphasize my innocence.

“Yeah, he’s telling the truth. She’s a crazy girl who was after me…” Norisa tried to intervene.

For the first time, he’s trying to help me.

Well, he’s trying to help me because he doesn’t have any other option… but I guess that counts for something.

“Stop with the lies, you two…”

Liz stopped pacing, her silhouette framed by the dim light. She leaned in close, her voice low but fierce.

“Adriel, I gave you the freedom to roam, to be with exactly two more girls, and only two. And yet, you betrayed me like this…”

Her hand hovered over another concrete bar, ready to add it to my burden. My eyes widened, and I scrambled, the bars clashing and clanging as I pleaded, my voice a desperate crescendo in the quiet room.

“L-Liz, please, I-I’m telling you the truth. Don’t do this.”

Liz’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing into slits that seemed to slice right through the haze of my frantic excuses. With deliberate slowness, she picked up another concrete bar, the weight of her impending decision palpable in the air.

“Adriel, my dear, I crafted a world where you could be happy, gave you freedoms others could only dream of, and yet, here we find ourselves.” She began, her voice syrupy sweet yet laced with a chilling undertone.

She approached, each step measured and menacing, the concrete bar in her hands catching the glint of the overhead light.

“This girl in the photo, if you truly don’t know her, then why, oh why, Adriel, does she cling to you like she’s found her heart’s keeper?” She continued, tilting her head as if puzzled by my continued defiance.

Damn, when Liz is in Berserker mode, it’s impossible for her to be reasonable.

So no matter what I say, she’ll never listen to me. It doesn’t matter how many times Norisa says I’m not lying — she won’t listen to him, or to me.

Damn…

…

As the weight of another concrete bar threatened to crush both my spirit and my lap, the tension in the room was suddenly shattered by a commanding voice.

“E.L.I.Z.A.B.E.T.H… STOP RIGHT NOW… he is telling the truth…”

All eyes turned to the doorway where Seda stood, her presence like a calming breeze. Seda, a senior student renowned for her composed demeanor and almost angelic aura, stepped into the room with an elegance that belied her stern tone. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated benevolence. Her senior clothes, impeccably tailored and fitting, suggested authority yet approachability.

“Liz, if you continue down this path, acting rashly, levying accusations without verifying facts, Adriel-sama might begin to despise you…”

“What?” Liz’s voice was barely a whisper, her movements freezing as the implications of Seda’s words sank in.

Seda knows exactly how to deal with Liz.

While Liz is full of emotion, Seda is rational. That’s why she knows what to say to Liz when she’s in Berserker mode.

“Indeed, that girl, she was after Norisa. This girl he was pictured with? Norisa’s ex-girlfriends.”

A wave of realization washed over Liz’s face, her features collapsing into an expression of anguish.

“Oh… I… I’m so sorry, Adriel… I’m so sorry…” Tears welled up in her eyes as she approached me, her earlier fury now dissolved into remorse.

She wrapped her arms around me, her hug tight, almost desperate.

“Please, don’t leave me… I won’t be able to bear it…”

“There… there…” I murmured, patting her head gently while Seda began to cast a spell, her hands glowing with a soft, healing light that enveloped us both, soothing the physical and emotional strains of the ordeal.