Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 17: Two Irregulars
“Ah, Kenya-kun, was it? And then… Kaguya and Reina.”
Immediately, Kenya and Kaguya dropped to one knee.
Reina also bowed her head.
“I told you, that’s unnecessary within school grounds, didn’t I?”
At those words, the three of them raised their heads.
Still wearing an expression of surprise, Reina spoke.
“Prince-sama, why are you here?”
Even Reina, who rarely showed emotion, couldn’t help but be shaken by this.
It was highly unusual for a member of the royal family to appear at school alone, without even a bodyguard.
“I heard there were students practicing after school. I just came to observe. Don’t mind me, continue as you were.”
“…However.”
“I said, don’t mind me. I’m just a little curious. I don’t discriminate against second-class citizens, nor do I make distinctions. I believe in using whatever is useful.”
“Wha—!?”
Kaguya let out a shocked exclamation.
She understood the weight of those words.
She knew that there were Asgardians who opposed discrimination, who called it inhumane.
But all such voices were silenced, suppressed.
Yet, standing before her was none other than a member of the imperial family himself.
And he had just declared—if someone was useful, he wouldn’t discriminate, even if they were second-class citizens.
“Did a royal just criticize the Emperor?”
“Want to test whether I meant it?”
With that, the Prince stepped closer to Kenya.
He extended his right hand.
“In your culture, it’s the right hand, correct?”
He was offering a handshake.
Kenya understood that much.
Kenya knew of this Lord, the Second Prince of the Empire.
A royal who, despite his noble blood, opposed discrimination.
And yet, he still fulfilled his duty as a prince, earning significant military achievements in battle.
From the game’s setting, Kenya never fully grasped what kind of person he was.
Nor did he understand his true intentions.
The only thing he knew for certain was that Lord was a terrifyingly skilled strategist.
“If I take your hand, will I regret it?”
“That’s something only you can decide, in time. But one thing is certain—these hands are stained with blood.”
Lord grinned.
Kenya knew that smile concealed something.
And yet—Kenya took his hand.
He didn’t know what accepting this handshake would lead to.
But he felt that Lord was not an evil man.
In the game, he was always shrouded in mystery—a boy whose true nature remained unknown.
But still…
“I don’t know you yet. But I feel like I have to take this hand.”
Kenya acted on instinct.
A royal and a second-class citizen. A ruler and a subject.
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Hands that were never meant to touch—now clasped together.
Only the two of them understood the significance of that moment.
But by then, fate had already been decided.
The battle that would engulf the world had already begun.
“Well, now that introductions are done, I’ll watch for a bit.”
“Go ahead. As you please.”
Lord quietly observed the three of them as they trained.
“Hey, Kenya, this is really awkward!”
“I know, but what am I supposed to do? We can’t just tell him to leave!”
Kenya and Kaguya whispered to each other.
After a while, Lord stood up.
“I’ll take my leave for today. Sorry for the intrusion.”
“Ah, okay.”
“Wait… Did he hear us? Did he hear us!? He’s not going to have us executed, right!?”
Kaguya spoke in a hushed voice while bowing deeply.
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Lord glanced at her and let out a small chuckle before exiting the simulator room.
(So, he was holding back that time… A technique surpassing the Ice Princess. If it’s him, then maybe… that plan…)
A fearless smile spread across Lord’s face.
Walking alone through the empty hallway, one of the rulers of this world murmured softly.
Words of destruction, unheard by anyone.
“To claim this world as my own.”
—
“What was that all about?”
“No idea. Anyway, let’s wrap up for today.”
“…In the end, I couldn’t even take off ten percent of your health.”
Reina slumped in front of him, dejected.
She hung her head, looking utterly defeated.
It was impossible not to react to such a pitiful sight.
Pomf.
Kenya reached out and patted Reina’s head.
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It was just too tempting—her head was made for patting.
“You’re getting stronger. It’s only been two years, right? Your progress is insane.”
Reina peeked up at him through her fingers.
Kenya had played KOG for nearly six years, including his time in the previous world.
For Reina, who had only been at it for two years, her level of skill was astonishing.
But only Kenya knew that.
“Really?”
“Guh—!”
Her innocent, childlike eyes, the unintended upward glance—
Kenya clutched his chest, nearly suffering a moe-induced heart attack.
People really could die from an overload of cuteness.
Now fully in otaku mode, Kenya gazed at Reina with a lovestruck expression.
Watching this unfold was Kaguya.
(What the hell!? You told me you liked me!)
Lately, she’d found herself getting irritated whenever Kenya flirted with other girls.
Not just with Reina—even the other Japanese girls in their class had started fawning over him, and he just lapped it up.
(Why does this piss me off so much?)
Seeing him get along so well with another girl frustrated her.
This feeling was…
(No way… Am I… jealous!?!)
And just like that, Kaguya realized the truth.
She was jealous.
“Kaguya? What’s wrong?”
“H-Huh!? Like hell I’d be jealous, you idiot!”
“Ehh…?”
Shaking with frustration, Kaguya’s behavior was clearly off.
Then, out of nowhere, she snapped at him.
It wasn’t unusual for her to throw insults at Kenya, but lately, they’d grown closer—he thought they were past that stage.
“W-Well, whatever. Let’s go, Reina.”
That day, after finishing their simulator training, Kenya and Reina headed toward the Sylphid estate.
The two walked side by side, completely unaware of the girl watching them from behind.
Before Kaguya even realized it—
“Kaguya? What are you doing?”
“H-Huh!?”
She was gripping the sleeve of Kenya’s shirt.
As if silently pleading, Don’t go.
When Kenya called her name, she noticed what she was doing—and immediately turned bright red.
“I-It’s not what you think! J-Just die!”
“Guh!!”
Realizing her own feelings, Kaguya panicked.
To hide her embarrassment, she insulted him, shoved him away, and ran.
(What is this? I hate this. I hate this so much!)
Just thinking about Kenya made her chest ache.
She ran desperately, not wanting him to see her red face.
Even a few tears slipped out.
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But deep down, she already knew the truth.
(No way, no way, there’s no way I like that perverted idiot…!)
Was it just her pride keeping her from admitting it?
“There’s NO WAY I like him!!”
But no matter how much she denied it—
He was all she could think about.