The happiness of being able to shower in the morning is something that is impossible on the battlefield. Is this a battlefield?!
I showered with Orietta in the morning and was washing my blood-stained clothes when everyone else rushed into the bathroom one after another, and I savored a blissful moment surrounded by beauties. …It’s cramped, I can’t move. It’s hard to wash clothes.
It didn’t last long either. It was only for a short time until Priscilla returned and we decided to shower together. Everyone left the bathroom as if leaping away. It wasn’t because they were worried about disturbing my time with Priscilla, but because they were trying to avoid Priscilla’s Reverse.
“Priscilla! I told you not to drink too much!”
As I was washing my clothes, I was hit directly by Priscilla’s well-intentioned Reverse. I wondered if this was some kind of foreplay, enveloped in the steaming stench.
“…I’m sorry.”
Christine, you have no reason to apologize. It’s your fault for drinking so much that you’d Reverse. Worse yet, you’re Reversing on someone else.
“I feel sick…”
Just die in the bathroom and Revert all you want. I have to wash myself and my clothes before meeting Shidenzach, the King of the Dwarves.
“…I’ll wash it.”
Christine’s concern is appreciated, but if someone is going to wash it, they should make the person who Reverted do it. Still, if you’re going to wash it, I won’t refuse.
Christine, even in the morning, no, Christine is always beautiful. To be washed by her like this, Priscilla actually does something good once in a while.
It would be rude to smell like I’ve been Reverting when I’m about to meet His Majesty the King. I told Christine this and had her wash it twice carefully.
After being thoroughly washed, as we both left the bathroom, Christine, wrapped in a towel and carried in a princess carry, opened the door and dodged Sophia’s Laser with Godspeed Mode Three.
Priscilla’s pained scream echoed from behind me. Getting hit by a Laser once in a while is good experience. I had Orietta prepare clothes for me and changed.
“Don’t I have any of my own clothes? Do you have spares?”
No matter how I think about it, the size is wrong. The width is more than double mine, and the length is about half. We had our carriage when we escaped Klinshberbach, so I should have had my personal belongings.
“I’m so sorry! We had to leave behind the Captain’s personal belongings because we were carrying people! Priscilla said it was okay~.”
The retreat from Klinshvelbach Castle was sudden, and it’s obvious that carrying one more person is more important than my personal belongings. It’s a shame, but for Priscilla, it was a good decision. I’ll examine her Laser wounds later.
“Don’t you have any other clothes? I can’t meet His Majesty the King with my stomach and knees exposed.”
There are limits to rough clothing. This is only acceptable for women with good figures. I’m sure Harm had a law that allowed you to throw stones at any man who walked around with a slovenly, exposed stomach.
“These are Dwarf clothes, so they don’t fit you. But they are formal wear~.”
Is it like traditional clothing? Indeed, when foreign dignitaries visit Japan, they might wear kimonos, but I assume they get measured for size.
What should I do? Will wearing formal wear, even if it’s ill-fitting, improve my favorability, or will it be seen as mocking traditional clothing by wearing it improperly? Which one?!
Ah, I’m on the verge of tears. I enjoyed the shower early in the morning and felt great, but now I have to worry about something as trivial as clothes… Give me back that fun time and my clothes.
I’ve decided to meet His Majesty the King with my stomach and knees exposed. If I get told off, I’ll be told off. If I’m laughed at, I’ll be laughed at. What’s important to me isn’t my appearance. A man is about his inner self! What’s important is to get the Dwarves to stay here!
“You’re still an idiot as ever. —Sophia! Stop firing off your magic and fix it!”
Tch! Just grazed? That would have been more interesting if it had been a little more off. Priscilla opened a wooden box containing her personal belongings and took out clothes to be fixed by Sophia.
Huh? Didn’t we discard the personal belongings box? I panned the camera from Priscilla’s changing scene and cut to Orietta.
“Ah, Priscilla said only the Captain’s belongings were to be left behind~.”
I could cry. Someone, please lend me your bust of at least ninety centimeters. I want to bury my face there and cry without making a sound. Only my personal belongings were discarded.
“It can’t be helped, can it? It can’t be helped, so let’s go meet His Majesty the King in these clothes. Orietta, give me the Magic Sword Zebra. I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way~.”
My current mental state is evil. If the King makes any useless excuses or prevaricates, I’ll give his grandfather a perm.
“Who’s going to meet him~?”
Choosing the right person is important. Orietta will naturally go, and so will I. The problem is the beast-like men gathered to defeat the ice monsters.
How will they perceive a human who occupied the town walking in a formal attire with their stomach exposed? The conclusion would be being offered poisoned tea with a “Welcome.”
Even so, I can’t fight all the fully armed Dwarves, so I want to meet His Majesty the King with as small a group as possible to avoid provoking them.
After defeating the ice monsters, it will be time for political discussions. I want to ask for the Dwarves’ cooperation. In that case… No, why not involve them in the political discussions, including dealing with the monsters? If so, there’s only one person I can think of.
“We’ll go with a small group. Me, Orietta as the guide, and Lady Annelyse to accompany us as the negotiator.”
I can’t ignore the killing intent rising from some parts as I hide behind Sophia. Sophia is the one with the most killing intent. The hand resting on my shoulder as I hid behind her was buzzing.
Sophia understood the importance of the matter from a reasonable perspective regarding my solo reconnaissance with Lady Annelyse and did not act aggressively towards me.
Perhaps she’s conflating Lady Annelyse with Alma Rosenberg, the demon woman. Is he going out to play with women again! And so on…
I haven’t spoken about Alma Rosenberg. Alana has already told me that Alma proposed marriage as a condition for prisoner exchange, which Meteor Strike proves.
Thanks to that, I was able to escape from Alma, but I haven’t told them everything about the sensual torture I endured, the rescue, or what happened at Klinshvelbach.
“I’ll go too. Ufufu.”
Sophia stood up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said, looking up at me from below. Our faces were close. It was as if lovers were about to kiss as they engaged in conversation.
The only difference was that I was using Wide-Area Mind’s Eye and she was using Eight Lightning Ball. If you only looked at the two of us, we’d look like a loving couple.
Eight Lightning Ball, which fires eight balls of light from a single Laser, amounts to over eighty even when counting the ones behind me with Mind’s Eye. Since each ball fires about a thousand light needles, it’s like being surrounded by eighty thousand enemies.
Her magic power is insane, is she selling it at a loss?! The heat in the room instantly rises. Eighty balls, each generating heat, in a small room. Sunscreen is necessary.
“Ah, ah… Let’s go together.”
I kissed Sophia, and the room cooled down with astonishing speed. Leaving a burn mark on my neck…
Sophia, Orietta, and I headed straight for Lady Annelyse’s location. It was problematic that I didn’t pay my respects to my superior, Lady Annelyse, after arriving in Shidenzach, but I was busy with various things.
It has been confirmed that Lady Annelyse did not participate in the occupation of Shidenzach due to delays in the retreat. Nevertheless, whether she can negotiate successfully with the Dwarves simply by having the title of Duchess and belonging to the Harmonia army is questionable.
However, she has to do it. Even if the King of Harmonia can’t, we have to bring someone of a comparable rank, or the King of Shidenzach may not agree to talk. If necessary, we’ll have Lady Annelyse unleash her “Alluring Charisma.”
The mansion that Lady Annelyse took over was large, and it must have been inhabited by high-ranking Dwarves. Although she took it over, she did not drive out the Dwarves, and it was the first time I had seen a female Dwarf greet us.
Thank goodness Orietta is a quarter-Dwarf… I don’t intend to discriminate. Prejudice is also bad. But, but you see…
“I’ve come to see Lady Annelyse. I am Mikael Shin, Captain of the 1st Brigade of the Flugel Army.”
The Dwarf woman was very polite and said, “I’ll connect you immediately,” and ran up the stairs. We waited in the austere but solidly built entrance hall.
Then, Umah Bashar appeared calmly and as if nothing had happened, stating, “The Princess is in the middle of her work.” Being told so boldly makes it sound like I’m doing something wrong.
Let’s see… What was it again… Kill him! Draw sword, Godspeed, Mode Three! But before I could unleash it, Umah Bashar collapsed and flew away.
Then, releasing the hand I had clasped with Umah Bashar, I extended my fingers from which the smoke I had just smelled tickled my nose.
“Since the Captain has come to see you, he will die if he acts evil.”
Th-that was what I wanted to do. Looking at Umah Bashar, who was spitting blood and writhing in pain, with my partially drawn Magic Sword Zebra, I couldn’t help but feel pity. It must have hurt quite a bit.
“Mikael, you’re unharmed!”
Whether reading the room or not, Lady Annelyse, descending the stairs in a lacy neglige far too early to rest, appeared. For now, please heal Umah Bashar. If he’s going to be killed, I’ll do it.
I knew she wasn’t reading the room when she hugged me while wearing her neglige. Umah, I’m sorry. I’m taking this woman.
Like a lover greeting a soldier returning from a long expedition, the scene, though without a kiss, was heartwarming to behold, but it was instantly heated up by the appearance of Eight Lightning Balls floating around.
Tens of thousands of needle-like lasers. How far could we escape carrying Lady Annelyse?
