Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 21: The Torture Princess
“Well? Where are the trash hiding?”
“…There are a few possible locations, but we haven’t determined if they’re just slums or something more.”
Sieg, Ymir, and their team were gathered in a conference room, strategizing.
“Then let’s clean up those slums. If we do that, we’ll flush them out in the end. Alright, strategy meeting over.”
Ymir issued orders to one of her subordinates from the Asgard Empire.
This subordinate was named Gillian, the captain of Ymir’s royal guard. He was a Holy Knight on the same level as Sieg, known for his loyalty to the empire.
A tall young man with glasses, Gillian had the look of a model student—serious and diligent. Yet, despite his young age, he had been chosen as a Holy Knight commander.
(So this is Gillian… I’ve heard he’s talented, but he’s only at the Holy Knight level. None of the other Holy Knight commanders wanted to serve under Ymir, so he was promoted by default…)
Gillian was strong, but his abilities were only at the Holy Knight class.
The other Holy Knight commanders in the homeland had grown tired of Ymir’s reckless behavior, and in their place, they appointed Gillian as her knight.
Even so, a Holy Knight was an elite warrior, a rare talent who might appear only once a year at training academies across nations.
“Understood, Ymir-sama.”
“Ymir-sama! If we do this, innocent civilians will be killed as well! Please reconsider!”
One of the soldiers standing guard in the room raised his voice in protest.
(Damn! He…!)
A soldier had dared to challenge the princess’s decision.
Sieg immediately regretted his mistake.
He should have ensured that no one below Second-Class rank was present in her presence.
“Oh? You’re… a Second-Class soldier, aren’t you? Come here for a moment.”
She beckoned him with a seemingly gentle smile.
The young soldier, in his twenties, walked straight up to the princess.
“I’ll explain it to you. Lend me your pen. And place your hand here, please.”
“? …Uh, yes…”
The soldier handed over the pen from his breast pocket.
The moment he placed his hand on the desk as instructed—
“GAHHHH!!”
Ymir drove the pen straight into his hand.
Smiling as if nothing had happened, she asked,
“Do you understand now?”
“Y-Ymir-sama! But there are children— GAAAHHH!!”
“There are no humans there. You’re not people. You’re livestock. You live or die at my whim.”
She twisted the pen deeper into his hand, deliberately prolonging his agony.
Ymir watched his suffering with a look of pure delight, her beautiful face twisting into that of a grotesque witch.
“You’re a Second-Class soldier, aren’t you? A pathetic dog who abandoned his country just to wag his tail for us?”
“Ugh… P-please reconsider!”
“Haha, how amusing. Even a dog can struggle. It excites me. You lot, hold him down.”
“…Yes.”
Three men stood behind Ymir.
All of them were handsome, but none were originally from the Asgard Empire.
They were once noblemen from nations that had fallen to Asgard’s might. Now, they were Ymir’s slaves.
Around their necks were explosive collars—proof of their servitude. With a single command from Ymir, their heads would be blown off.
They no longer resisted.
They had already seen their fellow captives defy Ymir and suffer horrific torture before being executed. Their spirits had long since broken.
“Let’s see how long you can endure. Take your time. I’ll make sure you learn properly—this is my duty, after all.”
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The men pinned the soldier’s hands down on the desk.
“GAHHH!!”
Again and again, Ymir stabbed him with the pen.
No one stopped her.
No one could stop her.
In this world, the rulers dictated the law.
If anyone could stop her, it would be only one person.
A boy entered the room.
“Sister. He is a soldier, after all. That should be enough. Besides, I’ve prepared something even more entertaining for you.”
“Oh, Lord!”
Ymir tossed the pen aside, her attention shifting entirely to the boy.
She adored her younger brother—her obedient little puppet who never did anything inconvenient for her.
“Thank you for coming today. I appreciate it.”
“It’s fine. I’ll leave the command to you. Call me when everything is ready.”
With that, Ymir left the room, leaving everything in Lord’s hands.
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“Haa… I should’ve known Sister would show up. More unnecessary bloodshed… She has a nose for these things, it’s annoying.”
“Lord… I know this is an impertinent request, but please… minimize the bloodshed if you can…”
Sieg pleaded.
Lord nodded, then addressed the gathered soldiers.
“I’ll do what I can. I’m not a sadistic murderer, after all.”
(Unlike my sister…)
And so, the operation began.
It was early morning—the same time Kenya and his classmates would be heading to school.
“Good morning, Kaguya.”
“O-oh! Good morning!”
Kenya took his usual seat beside Kaguya.
Lately, she’d been avoiding eye contact, which made him feel a little lonely.
“Kaguya, is something wrong?”
“H-huh!? N-not at all!”
(Why am I blushing just from looking at his face?! What’s wrong with me?!)
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She repeated to herself over and over—she didn’t like Kenya.
But the more she tried not to think about it, the deeper she fell into her own trap, completely unaware of it.
“Huh? Where’s Reina?”
Kenya had taken his time getting to school today since Reina had told him she wouldn’t be able to make it to their usual morning practice.
“Who knows… Also, today’s a self-study day. I wonder if something happened.”
The teachers weren’t present, and the students were left to study on their own.
With nothing else to do, Kenya considered reviewing the training manual.
Then—
“No way…”
A message comes through on Kaguya’s device.
As she looked at the screen with a tired expression, her face suddenly turned pale.
Immediately, she stood up from her seat.
“Kenya, come with me!”
Led by a flustered Kaguya, Kenya followed her outside the classroom.
“What’s going on, Kaguya? Why so sudden?”
“Stay calm and listen. The Asgardian army is heading for our headquarters right now.”
“What?! You mean Amaterasu’s headquarters?”
“That’s right. I’m going there now… What about you, Kenya?”
“Of course, I’m coming too.”
“…Alright. Got it.”
Kenya and Kaguya left the classroom and headed toward their headquarters.
Lately, Kenya had been going to Amaterasu’s headquarters every day for hands-on KOG training.
A bad feeling gnawed at him.
“Please be safe, everyone.”
…
“Well then, let’s get started, Sieg.”
“Yes, sir!”
Inside a massive transport vehicle that also functioned as a mobile fortress.
The vehicle was so large it resembled a mansion, serving as a command center during wartime.
The interior was spacious and luxurious, designed for comfort.
Sitting on what looked like a throne was the commander.
In other words—
Prince Lord of Asgard.
A prince known as the undefeated mastermind, the devil’s strategist.
“There are three slums nearby. First, we…”
“Then I’ll take this one. Let’s go, Gillian.”
“Understood!”
“…Alright, sister. I will handle the remaining two.”
His sister barged in and decided matters on her own.
But Lord, who usually avoided defying her whenever possible, yielded this time as well since it wasn’t particularly crucial.
“Sister, at least issue a warning first… If they resist, do as you please.”
He pleaded with Ymir to give them a warning beforehand.
He knew it was pointless, but since this mission was officially about suppressing the resistance, he had to at least make the effort.
“Oh? Alright then. See you later, Lord.”
And so, the Torture Princess set off.
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Lord and Sieg watched her from behind.
Even as a member of the royal family, she piloted a KOG.
Why?
In the empire, strength was everything. And now, strength meant KOG piloting skills.
In Asgard, proficiency in KOG combat alone could elevate someone to nobility, which was why it was regarded so highly.
Thus, it had become a tradition for even the royal family to learn how to operate them.
But that wasn’t Ymir’s reason.
“Hehe, it’s been a while since my last hunt. I can’t wait.”
Like nobles reveling in the thrill of hunting wild rabbits,
She took pleasure in hunting humans.
That was the Torture Princess—Ymir’s idea of fun.
“Hah, I suppose it can’t be helped. Let’s get this over with as quickly as possible. Now then—”
Lord rose from his throne and gave the order.
“Commence the operation!”