Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 47: First Prince Odin
“Today, I must deliver sorrowful news.”
Odin Asgard stood at the podium.
His voice, clear and powerful, carried an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
Odin possessed sharp, dignified features and a well-trained physique.
Just looking at him inspired admiration—he exuded a natural charisma, an undeniable aura of leadership.
A ruler aware of his destiny, armed with the talent and will to fulfill it.
Before him stood countless soldiers—possibly staged supporters, orchestrated to amplify the atmosphere.
Every gesture Odin made was met with roaring cheers, elevating the impact of the broadcast.
(They say public speaking is an essential skill for rulers…)
History had seen a dictator in Germany rise to power through the sheer force of his speeches.
In a world where media held great influence, a speech that stirred the heart was an invaluable weapon for a ruler.
“My beloved sister, Ymir Asgard, has been slain. She gave her life to protect our people, caught in a treacherous trap.”
“!? …This is…”
Kenya glanced at Lord’s expression.
Lord simply closed his eyes and slowly shook his head—most likely telling him to stay silent.
Looking around, Kenya noticed that everyone was in shock.
Even Lielbert had clasped his hands together in front of his forehead, as if in prayer.
Clearly, Ymir’s misdeeds had not been widely known among the common people.
“Thus, I ask you all to offer your thoughts for my sister. May she rest in peace. A moment of silence.”
Everyone stood, and a solemn silence fell over the Asgard Empire.
For three minutes, the world held its breath.
“Thank you. Now, my sister can find peace. I am grateful, my people.”
Odin’s voice was gentle, almost soothing.
But then, suddenly, it shifted.
His tone sharpened, brimming with righteous fury.
“I will never forgive them! The treacherous enemy who committed this heinous act! And we know exactly who that enemy is—it is the Asia Union!”
(The Asia Union? …I see. So that’s who he’s blaming.)
Kenya realized what Odin was doing.
“I vow to you all—I will crush that alliance! They will regret what they have done! Their cries of repentance shall be my sister’s requiem!”
(As expected… He’s using his own sister’s death as a pretext for war.)
“My father is gravely ill. It will be difficult for him to return to the throne. Therefore, I will state this clearly—the time for a new emperor is near! A new era is upon us! And I swear to you all—when I become emperor, I will accomplish what no ruler or nation in history has ever achieved! The Asgard Empire shall be the one and only nation to unite the world!!”
“Ooooooohhh!!”
“Glory to the Asgard Empire!”
The speech ended amidst thunderous applause.
Looking around, Kenya saw that everyone was clapping.
Except for Reina, Lord, and himself.
The broadcast ended, and the world returned to its daily routine.
“Ymir-sama has passed away… A member of the royal family, dead… This has never happened before.”
Colonel Star spoke, still in disbelief.
Everyone let out heavy sighs, the room sinking into silence.
Of course, it was Colonel Star who broke it.
“So, another war begins. First, it was the battle against the EU… and now, the Asia Union.”
“Yeah, this will be the biggest war yet. That’s why, Sword—you should hurry and become a Holy Knight, so you can serve under me.”
“Understood… or at least, I would say that, but how does one even become a Holy Knight?”
Colonel Star answered.
“Ah, there’s a certification exam every six months. You’ll probably pass on your first try, but there are practical tests and other requirements.”
“…I see.”
“Of course. Strength alone isn’t enough. A soldier must set an example. Power without control is nothing but violence.”
“Understood. Then, Colonel Star, I ask for your guidance starting tomorrow.”
“Leave it to me!”
And with that, the day’s lessons concluded.
Not that the Special A-Class had any formal classes—only occasional missions or field training.
That evening, Kenya and Reina parted ways with Lord and headed home.
“Good night, Kenya.”
“Yeah. Good night.”
(Is it even possible to live together without feeling nervous?)
Sieg’s house was massive, with two showers.
Maybe it was for Reina’s sake, but still… Why did you build two showers, Dad?!
As a result, as soon as they got home, they just went to their separate rooms.
That said, they ate dinner together every day.
And sometimes, Reina even laughed at Kenya’s dumb jokes.
But honestly, Kenya had hoped for… at least one cliché moment—accidentally walking in on her changing or something.
“I’ve left Kaguya in Lord’s hands. Whatever happens, happens… The Holy Knight exam and the Imperial Sword Martial Festival are coming up. That’s where it all begins.”
◇ Time rewinds just a little.
“Lord, I have a favor to ask.”
“It’s ‘Your Highness.’ Show proper respect—anyone could be listening.”
After Odin’s speech, Kenya had pulled Lord aside to make a request.
Warned by Lord, he lowered his voice and spoke in a hushed tone.
“Ah, sorry. So… do you know where Kaguya is? I just want to at least let her know I’m alive.”
“Kaguya… The resistance fighter who joined the Asia Union? Your beloved, right? Love makes a man weak.”
Lord smirked, eyeing Kenya teasingly.
“S-Shut up. So? Is there a way?”
“If we don’t care about the method, maybe. But diplomatic ties are severed, and getting intel on enemy forces isn’t easy. It’s risky.”
“I see… So it really is difficult.”
“…I’ll see if I can find a way. Leave it to me. But don’t do anything reckless.”
“A-Ah! Thanks!”
With that, Kenya left.
Watching his retreating figure, Lord muttered under his breath.
“I’m sorry, Kenya. But one day, you two will meet again… on the battlefield.…Though when that time comes, she may not be on your side.”
Turning away, Lord walked off in the opposite direction.
And so, time continued to pass.
The world enjoyed a fleeting peace, and nearly six months slipped by.
No great wars erupted—only the steady march of daily life.
Even though the day when everything would be set into motion was just around the corner.