Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 24: The Strong and the Weak
“So, my sister drew the winning hand… I never win in these situations.”
Lord had successfully taken control of two other slums.
Yet, not a single person had been killed.
Everything was done systematically—no senseless slaughter. Instead, the presence of any resistance was carefully investigated.
The slum dwellers were rounded up and reclassified as third-class citizens.
With no means to resist, they were helplessly taken away by Asgard soldiers.
It happened so quickly that the people of the slums couldn’t even comprehend what was unfolding.
“Well then, shall we go as well?”
The worst possible enemy had begun marching forward.
A commander who had never known defeat. A ruler of the world.
A tactical genius who had pushed the EU to the brink of collapse.
Asgard’s Lord was heading toward the battlefield where Kenya awaited.
“Hey, Gillian. Is there really a resistance? No matter how many I kill, they just don’t show up.”
“There are some wearing military uniforms. And any stolen KOGs should be appearing soon… Ah, speak of the devil.”
A single KOG emerged before Ymir, who had been on a killing spree.
Gillian immediately recognized it as an enemy—there was no identification signal confirming it as an ally.
“So, these inferior creatures can pilot KOGs now? That’s far too advanced a weapon for you people. Oh?”
A transmission came through the open channel from the KOG before them.
“I have a question for you. Why do you kill? These people… they were civilians.”
The pilot was Kenya.
He was addressing Ymir, a member of the imperial family.
Suppressing his anger, he tried to remain as calm as possible.
Soldiers knew the risks of war. As resistance fighters, they were enemies—it was a battle, and they could be killed.
That much, he understood.
But—
His cockpit’s monitors displayed the battlefield.
Littered with countless corpses.
Kenya grimaced.
“What reason did you have to kill unarmed people?!”
“You say the strangest things. Your very perception is flawed. You people are inferior creatures. Pigs wearing human skin. Do you need permission to hunt pigs?”
“We are human. No different from you.”
“Ah, you really don’t understand, do you? Is it because you’re an inferior species? At the very least, I’d prefer if you had enough intelligence for basic conversation.”
“…I see. That’s enough.”
“Hm?”
“Enough—shut up!”
CLANG!
In an instant, Kenya closed the distance to Ymir’s KOG.
A massive sword came crashing down.
But before it could strike, another KOG intercepted it, blocking the attack with its own blade.
“Ymir-sama, please fall back.”
“Don’t kill him. Drag him out—I need to educate him properly.”
“My apologies, Ymir-sama… Hah!”
Gillian repelled Kenya’s sword with force, putting some distance between them.
The Imperial Holy Knight Commander, Gillian, raised his sword and locked eyes with Kenya.
Sweat trickled down his forehead.
“This opponent… is not one to take lightly.”
And then, the duel began.
Gillian realized it immediately.
This enemy was strong.
Even if he gave it his all, he might still not be able to win.
“…Unbelievable.”
Ymir couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
She was a KOG pilot herself, albeit not at the level of a trained knight. Still, she could operate and fight to a certain extent.
She knew Gillian’s strength. She trusted him completely.
She had never seen him struggle in battle.
But now—
“What?! What are you?! I am the Holy Knight Commander! The empire’s finest!”
“The Holy Knight Commander? So, even among them, there are levels of strength.”
(Sieg was much stronger. I wish I could have fought him when he was in his prime… He must have been even stronger back then.)
Gillian, usually composed, began to panic.
With every clash, he felt it—the difference in skill.
Each exchange left him taking damage, piece by piece.
“W-what are you doing, Gillian?!”
“D-damn it!”
“Do you understand now?”
The battlefield rang with the sound of clashing steel.
Two massive swords collided—one held firm, the other sent flying.
“No… No way… Am I really… losing?”
Gillian’s sword was flung far back, stabbing into the ground behind him.
“Do you understand now? The fear of the weak? The terror of being crushed by power?!”
And then—Kenya’s sword cleaved through Jillian’s KOG.
The machine was sliced in half, ignited, and exploded into silence.
“…My deepest apologies… Your Majesty…”
“…Huh? Gillian? What are you doing? Jillian?!”
Ymir couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
She called out to the blackened, lifeless KOG.
“What are you doing? The enemy is an inferior species, aren’t they? There’s no way an Asgardian could lose! Gillian?”
“You’re just as pitiful… A wretched princess, brainwashed by the empire.”
Kenya’s KOG began moving toward Ymir.
Slowly, deliberately closing the distance.
Dragging its massive sword, spreading the sound of death with every step.
“D-Don’t be ridiculous! I am Asgard’s Ymir! Ruler of the world! I am strong! The strong prey on the weak—that is the law of nature! Why won’t you submit?!”
Ymir stepped back.
She could feel something from the approaching KOG.
Something she couldn’t understand.
She had always stood on the side of the strong, shaping the world to her will.
She had believed the world belonged to her.
But this feeling—what was it?
“S-Submit! I am a princess! Stop! STOP!!”
She stumbled over rubble, her KOG falling onto its back.
“That’s fear. The same fear you casually spread wherever you pleased. The fear of those you trampled underfoot. The natural, human instinct to protect what matters.”
Kenya’s sword slashed down, severing both legs of Ymir’s KOG.
With its mobility taken, her machine thrashed about in a pathetic struggle.
“I’m feeling fear? I might die? I might die? No, no, no! I still want to kill more! I still want to take more! STOP!!”
“Isn’t this the belief you lived by? Survival of the fittest. Then you have no complaints, do you? Accept that you were the weak one—and DIE!”
“NOOOOO!!!”
Kenya’s sword came crashing down to cleave her KOG in two—
—Or so it seemed.
CLANG.
The sound of metal being crushed rang through the air.
“Huh?”
Ymir, drenched in sweat, her hair disheveled—her fallen hair—stared at the silver KOG standing before her.
A machine adorned with delicate shades of pink, like cherry blossoms resting on snow.
“This KOG… No way…”
Blinded by rage, Kenya had failed to notice its presence.
But the voice over the open comms made it clear.
“Ymir-sama, leave this to me. Lord is arriving soon.”
“A-Ah! Well done… Well done! Your name?”
The cherry blossom-colored KOG raised its massive sword and pointed it at Kenya.
A voice he knew well.
A voice he had heard every day—calm, steady, devoid of inflection.
But this time, there was something new in it.
Something she had never directed at him before.
True, unmistakable hostility.
“Reina. Reina Sylphid of the 13th Special Military Academy.”
And with it—killing intent.