Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 46: Road Knight
“Lord!?”
Kenya called out in shock.
Lord Asgard—one of the ruling family of this nation—had arrived.
“Sword?”
The Lord smiled at his words.
That overwhelming smile made Kenya snap to attention and quickly correct himself.
“S-Sama…”
“Haha, already slipping up, huh, Sword? Judging by this scene, you took down everyone again? You can all relax.”
“L-Lord-sama! I wasn’t aware you had returned!”
“Ah, yes. I’ve left School No. 13. Looks like I’ll be in your care again, Star.”
“N-No, it is an honor beyond words, Lord.”
Colonel Star was the first to speak to the Lord.
Come to think of it—right, this guy’s royalty.
His casual attitude made it easy to forget.
But the way everyone treated him wasn’t just symbolic. They truly revered him, respected him, admired him.
Kenya didn’t quite understand that level of devotion, but he was once again reminded—this country’s royalty meant something.
“I see… So, about this ‘knight’ of yours… Surely you don’t mean—Sword!?”
“That’s right. I never had a knight before. I never chose one. My father kept urging me to decide, but I’ve finally made my choice. I name Sword Sylphid as my knight.”
“Unbelievable! Congratulations! Sword, this is a tremendous honor! Sieg must be so proud of you!”
The flashy guys and even Jin erupted into applause, shocked but at the same time completely convinced.
With Kenya’s strength, it wasn’t surprising at all.
“No way! Congrats! This is huge news, isn’t it?”
“Congratulations, big bro!”
“A-Amazing, Sword! I never thought we’d get a transfer student like you!”
“Lord-sama’s knight… As a duke, and as a representative of this nation, I offer my heartfelt congratulations, Lord.”
In this country, serving royalty was the highest of honors.
And each royal had only one personal knight.
Just as Gillian was to Ymir, this was considered the most prestigious role in the entire nation.
The gazes of admiration and envy… In terms of status, it was comparable to the Three Great Heroes.
In Ymir’s case, she was so problematic that few wanted the position, but Lord’s knight? That was a dream job for every KOG knight in Asgard.
The warriors who survived the EU war admired his charisma, while the younger generation idolized his legendary feats.
An undefeated commander. A royal of constant victory.
Even without his status as a royal, the Lord was a shining beacon of admiration across the nation.
“To be the Lord’s knight—how enviable! But for Sword, it makes sense. Congratulations! I was aiming for that position too, though…”
Jin, it seemed, had his eyes on the position as well.
The role of knight to the most feared royal in the world—and the most respected in the Empire—was something everyone desired.
But Jin had no complaints.
He had personally experienced Kenya’s overwhelming skill firsthand.
He simply accepted it and applauded.
“This will surely put the Emperor at ease! Lord-sama was the only one who had yet to choose a knight…”
“I have high standards, you see. But this one—this one is worthy. Isn’t that right, Sword?”
With a deliberate ease, the Lord casually wrapped an arm around Kenya’s shoulders.
“A-Ah… I mean, yes!”
Kenya knew it was just for show.
Like politicians shaking hands for a photo op, this was a declaration.
The Lord wanted to make it clear—Kenya was now his.
By tomorrow, this news would spread at the speed of light.
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Soon, all of Asgard would be celebrating.
But for now, it was just an informal agreement, a rumor at best.
“Alright, shall we turn on the royal broadcast? It should be starting soon.”
“Yes, Lielbert, would you prepare it? We have about ten minutes.”
“Understood!”
“Ah, I’ll help too!”
As expected, Lielbert, being a commoner, handled the menial tasks.
Zoid was a duke, the others were holy knights.
Was this a school caste system? A military caste? A noble caste?
Come to think of it… in a monarchy, only the Emperor and his brother were above Lord.
The whole system felt off to Kenya, who had grown up in democratic Japan.
He supposed it was similar to an Emperor, but still…
“It’s been a while since the last emergency royal broadcast. Back during the war, they were common…”
Colonel Star stroked his impressive moustache as he muttered.
“What kind of broadcast is it?”
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“Hm? You’ve never seen one?”
“Ah, Sword was raised strictly by Sieg. He’s a bit out of touch with the world. I’ll explain it to you, Sword.”
Lord took a seat in a prepared chair and began speaking.
Even as royalty, he was remarkably easy going, well-liked, and naturally fit in with everyone.
And then, he began his explanation.
Simply put, the royal broadcast was a national government broadcast.
It reminded Kenya of NHK.
Back in his previous world, whenever NHK came knocking, his parents would just say, “No one’s home.”
Not even a lie.
He never watched TV anyway.
He only played KOG.
The national broadcast controlled all the news and military information disseminated throughout Asgard.
Being state-run meant propaganda was effortless, and in this world—where the internet didn’t exist like in the previous one—the truth was easily buried in darkness.
A tool of media control, wielded by the royal family to maintain their grip on Asgard.
Of course, Lord hadn’t said any of that, but that was how Kenya understood it.
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If the royals declared something black, even the purest white would turn black.
That was how they had justified wars, how they had given meaning to invasions—such was the Empire’s history.
Controlling the media must have granted them immense power.
“And as for why this broadcast is airing today… Well, I already know, but you’ll understand soon enough just by listening. It’s a major event for the royal family.”
The large screen flickered to life.
The viewership rate was said to be a staggering over 90%—or rather, during these broadcasts, no other programs aired at all.
Watching was a mandatory duty of every citizen.
“Good evening, people of Asgard.”
A woman, resembling a news anchor, appeared on the screen.
To be honest, she was stunningly beautiful.
It seemed that, no matter the world, announcers had to be attractive. A harsh reality.
“Tonight, we bring you an emergency royal broadcast. We have a live feed from the location, so please listen carefully. Now, let us begin.”
The screen switched.
A massive speech hall came into view.
Behind the podium, the flag of the Asgard Empire was displayed, featuring a colossal shield and sword.
And at that podium stood a lone man.
“People of the Asgard Empire. I, First Prince Odin Asgard, bring you sorrowful news.”
The very opponent that Lord and Kenya were set to face.
First Prince Odin Asgard.
The man closest to ruling this world.
And the words he spoke sent shockwaves across the globe.
“My beloved sister, Ymir, is dead. She was killed by the Asia Union in a treacherous ambush.”
(What the hell is he talking about? Ymir died in Japan…)
Kenya knew the truth—the real truth.
Which meant he knew Odin was lying.
Then, Odin clenched his fist tightly, slammed it against the podium, and roared:
“I will have my revenge! Against that vile Union! Their screams shall be my sister’s requiem!!”
A false fire of rage burned in his eyes.