Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 38: How Much Do You Love Her?
“Do you love Reina? Are you serious about her?”
“Huh? Where did that come from all of a sudden?”
At first, Kenya thought it was a joke, but after looking into Sieg’s eyes, he realized the man was serious.
So, Kenya straightened his posture and gave his reply.
“Yes, I love her. I’m serious.”
A heavy silence settled between the two.
The air was tense. Kenya had no idea why Sieg had suddenly brought this up.
“How much do you love her?”
It felt like one of those clingy girls asking, How much do you love me?—but perhaps this was just Sieg’s way of being a protective parent.
Kenya answered sincerely. After all, his feelings hadn’t changed since that day. No, if anything, they grew stronger with each passing day.
“I would protect her, even if it cost me my life.”
He loved her as much as he loved Kaguya.
Was that impure? Maybe. But he was genuinely in love with both of them.
Who decided that you could only truly love one person?
Who said love couldn’t be shared equally?
Society may have its rules, but no one could deny the truth of his feelings.
Because Kenya was seriously, hopelessly in love with both of them.
No one could tell him otherwise.
“…You’re serious, huh? Alright. I’ll acknowledge it.”
“Huh? So… does that mean I should start calling you ‘Dad’?”
“Y-You fool! I wasn’t talking about marriage!”
Kenya had assumed Sieg meant he was giving his blessing for marriage, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.
Talk about misleading.
“We’ll discuss the rest once Lord arrives. But before that, Kenya… About your name.”
Kenya frowned slightly at the abrupt change of topic but responded.
“Is there something wrong with ‘Kenya’?”
“It’s best not to use a name that might be too recognizable. Let’s see… How about ‘Sword’? Sword Sylphid.”
“Sword… That actually works, considering my name. Alright! Got it!”
And so, Kensuke adopted the name Sword while operating as an Asgardian.
It was a simple alias, but since it was just a fake name, it didn’t really matter.
“From now on, you should call me… ‘Dad.'”
“Huh. So we’re really going with that, huh?”
“I am reluctant, but under these circumstances, ‘Dad’ does not mean Reina’s husband. It’s to maintain the cover of being my son. Don’t get any weird ideas.”
“R-Right. Understood, Dad.”
Sieg’s expression twisted into a look of extreme discomfort as Kenya called him Dad.
It seemed like he had some inner conflict about it.
Well, whatever the case, from now on, he was Dad!
A dad for hire, so to speak.
“By the way, which one of us is the older sibling?”
“Hm? That doesn’t matter. You can decide.”
“?!?!”
A bolt of lightning seemed to strike Kenya’s mind.
“I can choose…?”
His brain went into overdrive. His thoughts accelerated. The world around him faded into grayscale.
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Was it better to be the older brother or the younger brother?
Or maybe even the older sister or the younger sister?
He had to make the best possible choice—the one that would satisfy his preferences without regret.
(She could call me ‘big brother’… or I could call her ‘big sister’… What a difficult choice! Both are too good to give up!)
He imagined Reina calling him ‘big brother.’
“Come on, big brother! Wake up! It’s morning!”
“Mmm… Just five more minutes…”
“Geez…! Fine! Take this! Wake up, big brother!”
“H-Hey, Reina! Don’t jump on me—!”
It wasn’t just him, right? When people imagined little sisters, they always pictured them waking their big brothers up.
What an incredibly blessed life that would be.
But on the other hand…
Having her as an older sister… That was sinful. A beautiful onee-san was irresistible.
People with real sisters might say otherwise, but in fantasies, big sisters were always kind, a little teasing, and a little… well, you know.
Right, everyone?!
“Ugh… If I pick one, I lose the other! But no matter what, something’s going to stand tall…”
“…What the hell are you mumbling about?”
As Kenya agonized over his choice, Reina walked into the room, wearing an apron.
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It looked like she had prepared a Japanese-style breakfast—miso soup, rolled omelets, white rice. The perfect meal.
“Breakfast is ready, Kenya-kun, Dad.”
“Reina… Could you call me ‘big brother’?”
“…? I don’t really get it, but… Big brother?”
She tilted her head in confusion but looked straight at him and said it.
“Guh…! That was a finishing blow!”
Clutching his heart, Kenya nearly collapsed.
“But you haven’t even eaten yet…”
“…And what exactly are you playing at?”
And with that, Kenya died a glorious death.
At the same time, he made his choice—he would be the big brother.
—
After breakfast, they took a short break, and then Lord arrived at the mansion.
“Good morning, everyone. I’m glad we could meet again.”
“So, Lord, what’s the plan now? Let’s hear it.”
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“Ah, right.”
The members of the Nichia Alliance took their seats.
Tanaka, Lord, Sieg, Reina, and now Kenya—no, Sword.
“Sword, huh… Yeah, I think that works.”
“Kenya-kun as my big brother…? Understood. Nice to meet you, big brother.”
“Guh!”
Kenya explained the recent developments to Lord, Tanaka, and Reina.
Even now, he still wasn’t used to it. His chest tightened—his heart was racing.
“Now then, moving on to our next course of action—Kenya… No, excuse me, Sword, I need you to go to the Asgard Empire.”
“I see. I had a feeling that was coming, but may I ask why?”
“First, I need you to rise through the ranks as a soldier. At the very least, I want you to obtain the status of a Holy Knight.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“Yes. Only a Grand Holy Knight has the authority to knight someone. Just as my sister’s knight, Gillian, was a Grand Holy Knight. If you become a Holy Knight, I can use my influence to promote you to Grand Holy Knight.”
“Then why not just do that from the start?”
“No. As I said yesterday, this is ultimately about perception. It’s about proving yourself through battle, upholding tradition. If an unknown knight suddenly started making waves under my banner, it wouldn’t carry much weight. First, you will enroll in the Asgardian KOG Training Academy as Sieg’s son. Then, you’ll establish friendly ties with me and make it known that you belong to my faction—Sieg, Reina, and you, Sword.”
“I don’t mind that, but… can I really become a Holy Knight that quickly?”
“You’ll be fine. Also, Reina, I’d like you to do the same.”
“Me as well?”
“Yes. It would be risky to send Sword alone. Besides, having someone familiar with Asgard alongside him would be beneficial. While you’re piloting a KOG, you’re unstoppable—but outside of that… well, to be blunt, you’re weak. Unreliable.”
“Unreliable…? Hey, I’m still a guy, you know? I should be the one protecting her—”
“Reina is strong. In close combat, she still lives up to her title as the ‘Silver Ice Princess.’ She could snap your neck with her bare hands. Even most fully grown men wouldn’t stand a chance.”
(What the hell? That’s terrifying!)
Kenya recalled the time Reina had grabbed his shoulder—he remembered the intense pain.
Her body, honed through relentless training, was far stronger than his. Well, that made sense—she was raised by a Terminator.
Come to think of it, he’d heard Kaguya was incredibly strong too.
…Wait a second. Am I the weakest one here?
Now that he thought about it, outside of piloting a KOG, he had no martial arts training whatsoever.
Even a punch from some random street thug could probably knock him out cold… not that he knew if this world even had street thugs.
As Kenya pondered his apparent frailty, the Terminator, a.k.a. Zeke, spoke up.
“So, it’s come to this… which means—”
“Yes.”
Sieg and Lord exchanged knowing glances and nodded.
Then, they turned to look at Kenya and Reina.
“Sword. Reina. You two will live together in the Asgard Empire’s capital, Valhalla.”