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After finishing my translation of A Thousand Tragedies, I decided to start translating the hella long Rabi story central to the second D. Gray-man novel. If I continue translating it, I'll be doing so in sections of approximately 20 pages.

Again, if you have comments, suggestions, or critiques concerning the translation, please let me know! My translation can certainly use improvement.

Here's the first 20 pages of "The 49th Name." In addition to our star, Rabi, it features France, plot exposition laborers, and a certain novel-original Finder who you may have heard of.

Edit: I apologize for the sucky image quality, but here are the first few novel illustrations appearing in A Thousand Tragedies and the portion below that I translated: Earl's chapter cover, Rabi's chapter cover, and the first insert illustration. Upon request, here's a sample page of the Japanese text, the first two pages of The 49th Name. Scan quality is poor, hopefully I'll get a program that can resize files decently on this laptop sometime. :/

By Kizaki Kaya

The 49th Name

Running a hand over his flame-like red hair, the boy slowly closed his left eye, the one not concealed by an eyepatch.

In that instant, the darkness arrived.

In the lightless, pitch-black world, a grave voice asked, Who are you?

The boy quietly answered within his heart. The one who will succeed the Bookman.

Who is the Bookman?

The Bookman is a spectator to history, and its chronicler. He records the secret history of the world and passes it on to future generations.

The Bookmans role was to travel to every place in existence, lingering in no one location, but wandering, to emblazon history on his vision and record what hed seen.

What must a Bookman be like?

He must not become attached or be controlled by emotion. He speaks with all kinds of people, then leaves as if nothing has happened.

Emotion was unnecessary to chroniclers. They need only record things as they are, without getting their emotions mixed in.

I will ask you this once. Who are you?

The Bookmans successor. I take on a new name each time I go somewhere new, and discard it each time I leave.

Right now Im also an Exorcist of the Black Order. My current name is


Rabi opened his left eye to see an old man of small stature in loose Chinese-style clothes standing in the doorway. The old mans sparse hair was gathered at the crown of his head, and his sharp eyes, which held a strange luster, were surrounded by black makeup. Although his strange appearance would draw anyones eye, he possessed an innate air that let him effortlessly blend in anywhere.

The old man was the current Bookman. And Rabis master.

We have work. Start preparing for departure.

It seemed that the Black Order had contacted them about a new mission.

A fierce battle over the fate of the world was presently unfolding between the Millennium Earl, who was trying to lead the world to destruction, and the Black Order, a military body under the direct control of the Vatican. Rabi was in the Black order as an Exorcist, along with his master, so that the Bookman could record the secret workings of history.

Exorcists were the only ones who could counter Akuma, the weapons the Millennium Earl made to destroy mankind. Exorcists were chosen by the mysterious matter called Innocence, which they could control. Because Innocence was also called Gods crystals, Exorcists were sometimes known as Gods apostles.

Gods messenger, huh? It doesnt suit me. Rabi smiled faintly.

What is it, Rabi?

Oh, nothing.

There were no more than twenty Exorcists in the Black Order at present. They were sent out all over the world without a moments rest.

Rabi shrugged into the black uniform that was the sign of an Exorcist. When he wore this uniform, he became an Exorcist. Although he remained the Bookmans apprentice in truth. Now then, where to this time?



A boy with a slight build stared unmoving in a single direction, letting the wind toy with his black hair. Not a single stain marred his white uniform, as if showing the purity of his heart. His back straight, he watched the entrance to town intently, like a loyal dog waiting for his master to return.

He sure hasnt changed Rabi said under his breath as he watched the boy from afar.

The boys name was Doug. He was in the Black Order as a Finder, charged with gathering information. Doug, who had come to Elysee, a town very close to Paris, to investigate uncanny rumors, had determined that there was a high probability an Akuma was involved, and requested Exorcists support from the Black Order. Thats what had brought Rabi and his master rushing out.

What is it, Rabi? Beside Rabi, the Bookman had stopped suddenly and was looking up at him questioningly.

Old man, you wait here for a sec. Having called his master an old man, Rabi snuck towards Doug.

Finders traveled the world seeking information about Innocence and the Millennium Earl, a job that came with constant dangers. No few Finders had fallen after coming into contact with an Akuma.

In other words, Dougs nerves must be stretched taught, since he was in the middle of a mission. Rabi gently grasped the hammer that was his weapon. The hammer, which could grow or shrink at will, grew visibly larger.

Perhaps sensing something, Doug turned swiftly. His blue eyes opened wide. Rabi!

Rabi swung his hammer down the moment Doug spoke. He felt it hit.


Rabi grinned at Doug, who was clutching his head with an expression of pain. Doug, carelessness is forbidden! If you call yourself a Finder, youve always got to watch your back.

That was mean, said Doug. We meet for the first time in a long while, and suddenly you do this?

Sorry, sorry. You know, if you shrink any more, youll look like a grade schooler.

There was a fifteen centimeter difference in height between Rabi and Doug, who stood at a mere 162 centimeters. Or, in the British reckoning, a difference of six inches, with Doug five foot three. Rabi looked down at Doug and patted his head, at which Doug glared back. However, there was little force behind his glare. Not with Dougs round-eyed childs face.

Youre sure dense for a Finder. Rabi was patting Dougs shoulder and laughing when he sensed a baleful presence behind him.


Rabi had no time to turn around, but took a forceful kick to the back and went head over heels.

Stop fooling around, foolish pupil. We have to start working.

Rabi rolled like a poorly spun top until he smacked into a wall. He stood up covered in dust. You didnt have to kick me! he yelled in protest. But the Bookman was no longer even looking in his direction. Rabi gazed reproachfully at the Bookman and Doug, who were facing each other.

Its been a long time, Bookman. Standing tall and straight, Doug bowed his head deeply.

The Bookman nodded slightly in acknowledgement. It has been awhile, Doug. Im glad to see youre doing well.

Youre doing the best of all, old man, muttered Rabi disconsolately as he brushed off his uniform.

At any rate, you must be tried from your long journey, said Doug. Why dont you dine in a nearby tavern while I report the results of my investigation.

Rabi gazed intently at the retreating Doug. Perfect posture and unwavering footsteps. He really hadn't changed at all since then.

No, that wasnt true. Just a moment ago, hed had an unworried expression and acted without reserve. When theyd first met, Doug would barely meet Rabis eyes. Now that seemed like the distant past.

While Rabi was reminiscing, Doug turned around. Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at Rabi. Youre a little different, Rabi.

For a moment, Rabi thought Doug had read his mind. Huh? How so?

Doug broke into a smile, and his eyes were kind. Now you actually meet my eyes when we talk.

Rabi recalled what Doug had said to him when Rabi had first entered the Order.

Your eye is like glass. It reflects me, but thats all. Nothing reaches inside.

That must have been over a year ago.

Rabi looked down at his uniform. At some point, it had become an everyday matter for him to wear this uniform.

This is the second time weve worked together, then. I look forward to it, Rabi. Dougs smile was as bright as a sunflower in summer.

Yeah, same here.

Doug smiled happily.

He sure is easy to read, thought Rabi.

Right now, Dougs expression was filled with trust towards Rabi. It enveloped Rabi with a warmth greater than that of the sun, moving from the peak of the sky to the horizon.


How long has that rumor been going around? Rabi raised his voice to keep from being drowned out.

It wasnt even evening yet, but the tavern on the towns main street was crowded with men who seemed to be craftsmen. It was so crowded that the slightest movement would jostle ones neighbor. Pipe smoke and the smell of roasting meat filled the tavern, and, mixed with the sound of mens laughing and talking, made the place swell with a fevered excitement that seemed as if it would explode at any movement.

Perhaps accustomed to it, Doug reflexively spoke in a loud voice, unfazed. Lets place our orders first. Is there something youd like to eat?

At Dougs question, the Bookman shook his head. No, you choose something.

Im starving over here, so Ill take anything with volume! yelled Rabi, elbowing the Bookman aside. For a while now hed been so hungry hed had trouble walking.

Doug laughed and nodded, then spoke to a young woman whod come to take their order. What would you recommend today?

We have beef simmered in wine. How about a side of potatoes and kidney beans boiled in salt with that?

Rabis mouth began to water just hearing her. That sounds delicious! Five of that, then! Considering the state of his stomach, that seemed about right.

Five!? came Dougs voice.

Rabi smiled at him reassuringly. Dont worry, Ill eat all of it!

Really? Well then, well also have bread and blue cheese. And mineral water in bottles.

Before long, their food was brought out. Bringing their glasses together slightly, Doug began speaking.

The rumors I mentioned began one or two months ago. At this point even the towns children know them. However, its unclear where they originated.

A strange rumor had been going around this town of Elysee, situated northwest of Paris. According to the rumor, if you prayed to the Statue of the Dawn Goddess within the forest on the outskirts of town, one who had died would miraculously come back to life.

Rabi considered the reports hed heard at the Order as he tore off pieces of bread and steadily popped them in his mouth. The fresh-baked bread was crisp on the outside, but soft on the inside, making it smooth on the tongue.

Have you gone to see this supposed goddess statue?

At the Bookmans question, Doug took on a downcast expression and shook his head. My apologies. I asked as many people as I could, but Ive yet to find anyone who knows its precise location. Ive also gone into the forest to search for it, but there are a number of scattered overgrown gardens that could contain the goddess statue, and I cant identify which statue is the one.

I see.However, youve called us Exorcists. You must have found something related to Innocence and the Millennium Earl? asked the Bookman.

Yes. Without a doubt, theres something going on in this town. That is, an unusual number of people have gone missing in the past month.

Which is?

Fourteen, and those are just the ones Ive confirmed myself, said Doug.

Which comes to approximately one person every two days said the Bookman.

Besides, thats just counting the residents of Elysee. Since its so close to Paris, people are always coming and going. It could be that other people, not just residents of Elysee, are vanishing. The truth is, Ive heard numerous stories of visitors leaving their lodgings without telling anyone and never coming back.

I see said the Bookman with a thoughtful expression.

Rabi watched him intently, still ceaselessly moving food to his mouth. The beef, well-simmered, was tender. Rabi lost himself in the faint scent of the wine, and the flavor that filled his mouth.

Trying to spear another piece with his fork, Rabis hand slipped.

Oh damn.

The piece of meat sent flying smacked into the Bookmans face.

Rabi tried to apologize, but it was too late. The Bookmans fist hit the top of Rabis head at the speed of light. The force was enough to make Rabi see stars.

You are too much. Are you even listening!? roared the Bookman, plucking off the meat slipping down his face in annoyance.

Clutching his head, Rabi looked at the Bookman reproachfully. He moves so fast. I have no time to apologize or dodge. Damn geezer!

Did you say something? The look in the Bookmans eyes as he turned to glare at Rabi was quite frightening.

Rabi straightened up. I was too listening! He was saying how a lot of people have disappeared, right? But this towns so close to Paris so wouldnt a lot of guys be casually heading out for fun or work? The circumstances dont seem that suspicious to me.

Hmm said the Bookman.

It was common knowledge that, for a number of years, people from the country and foreigners from Germany and other countries had been surging in in search of work, abruptly swelling the population of Paris. Rabis remark was right on target, and the Bookman fell silent.

Doug said, Its certainly possible that all those things are unrelated to this case. However, I heard another rumor that cant be ignored."

What? asked Rabi.

Doug started to open his mouth, but instead glanced at the adjacent table. Perfectplease listen to the conversation of men next to us for a moment.

The two menwho seemed to be fellow laborersspoke loudly, and it wasnt hard to overhear them.

Oh yeah, you hear that Dreselle guy was wandering around in the middle of the night?

Dreselle? The young man, who looked to be about twenty, looked at the older man with a stupefied expression.

The well-built older man, who seemed to be the leader, nodded. He had sharp eyes and a strong sense of presence. Its no wonder you dont know, seeing as youve just left the sticks. Im talkin about the richest guy in town. Jerome Dreselle. One o them bourgeoisie. Hes in the business of tailoring suits for gentlemen, and made loads of money. Besides his huge mansion, hes got a summer homehes livin in style. Theres a guy who lives in a different world than guys like us, livin in a cramped attic room and workin for a living.

What a lucky guyI sew ten hours a day and feel lucky when I finally come by a decent meal. The young man sighed deeply.

Yknow, I wouldnt call him lucky. I hear his wife died a month ago, and he shut himself in his mansion and never came out.

A month ago. Rabi involuntarily glanced at Doug. Doug nodded silently.

But I heard he walks aimlessly around town at night, said the young worker. I wonder whats going on.

And his only son isnt the reliable sort, either.

Serge, you mean. He was this close to his mother, so for awhile there he went mad. Hed get drunk and stagger about town, but sounds like he finally calmed down.

Sounds like no more than some idiot son whose only talent is squanderin money away. The older man laughed scornfully.

They dont have as many servants now either. Now theres only that small maid they say came from Paris.

Oh, that girl? Shes got an even more severe look on her face, too, since the wife died, remarked the older man.

Theres a kid who never acted like a child. Now when I pass her on the street, Im too scared to speak to her. He faked a frightened expression, and the people around him laughed.

Women are scary even when theyre small.

Doug glanced sidelong at the laughing men, and said As you can see, the rumor is spreading through town. A month ago, Jerome Dreselle lost his wife and shut himself in his room. It seems his son Serge was quite out of control. Furthermore, although I became aware of this just now, theres also been a change in the maid. Just before or after the incident, rumors began of a Statue of the Dawn Goddess that brings the dead back to life. Factor in the many missing persons, and is it unnatural to link these three points to Akuma?

Akuma were malevolent weapons forged from tragedies.

The Millennium Earl and his messengers brought sweet temptation to mourners who had lost a loved one. Clinging to the jest that they could bring the dead back to life, the mourner called the dead ones nameand everything went straight to hell.

The soul called back by a loved one is imprisoned in a skeleton made from Dark Matter, then forces itself in to the body of the one who called it back. Its the worst possible outcome: nobody is saved, neither the dead person nor the one who called them back.

Whats left has been reduced to the Earls toy, one of his killing machines, and Akuma. Even worse, in a wicked touch, the Akuma is unrecognizable as such because it wears human skin.

The Bookman nodded slightly. The wifes death, a household that has lost a loved one, and rumors of a dead person being brought back to life. Not to mention a great many people gone missingeverything started a month ago. Let us go to the crux of the rumors, the Dreselle mansion, first.

Thank you, said Doug.

The Bookman stood and looked sharply at Rabi. Rabi.

I know. Rabi set down his fork and looked up at the Bookman.

In light of the information theyd heard so far, there was a good chance of an Akuma being close to Jerome. The visit to his mansion could turn into a battle. Meaning Rabi must not relax his guard.

Man, the panda is such a worrywart. Rabi smiled wryly as he looked at the black makeup bordering the Bookmans eyes. I wont slip up. I know that anyone could be an Akuma, anytime, anywhere.

Rabi felt the depths of his mind becoming clear.

Well then, lets go, declared the Bookman.

Doug nodded to him and stood.

Nerves on edge, the three of them left the still-bustling tavern.


Its this way. Youll be able to tell when were close.

Under Dougs direction, Rabis group headed towards Jerome Dreselles mansion.

I see Rabi murmured without thinking.

He certainly could tell they were close. Theyd come in sight of a section distinctly different from the streets theyd been walking through. Visible in the center of the row of plain, wood-frame buildings that lined the street was an arched gate, shining golden in the setting sun. Rabi could make out the elegant ornamentation done in a plant motif.

What a spectacular mansion! Rabi exclaimed in admiration once they stood before the gate.

A grand mansion that looked to have seen a fair number of years rose imposingly in the center of a spacious garden with statues placed here and there. Like the gate, the doors and window frames bore elaborately wrought designs, making the mansion so impressive as to overwhelm the viewer.

When they rang the doorbell next to the gate, a slightly built girl came out of the mansion. She wore a white apron over a long navy-blue dress. A maids outfit. This must be the girl mentioned in the bar.

The girl slowly approached the gate, making her chestnut-colored hair, gathered in two pigtails, sway. Her face held no childlike innocence, only a tense severity.

Who might you be? the girl asked coldly from the other side of the latticed gate. Her large brown eyes were filled with suspicion.

Were envoys from the Vatican. Are you the maid of this mansion? Doug asked gently. How like the earnest Doug to show perfect sincerity even to a child.

Yes, I am, replied the girl without averting her eyes from Doug.

Although its what hed imagined, on second glance she was truly young and small.

How old are you? Rabi asked unthinkingly. She was shorter than the Bookman, her limbs as delicate as a trees. The girl before them couldnt be more than eight.

Im ten, but tomorrow Ill be eleven. What business might you have here? the girl replied indifferently. Behind her firm, dignified manner was a force that would cause even adults to falter. Certainly, as the men in the tavern had said, she was quite strong for her age.

We wish to meet with Jerome Dreselle

The master is not well. He is not seeing anyone, the girl said flatly, without hesitation. It was clear from her tone that shed already been through this exchange countless times. Please leave. Now, if you will excuse me. On that note, the girl turned her back without asking why theyd come.