Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 58: Just Pure Dominance
“Haha, this is it! A Team’s victory is set in stone!”
A young pilot with the highest kill count in A Team let out a triumphant laugh.
His name was Sigma.
With a well-balanced mix of offense, defense, and strategy, he had the potential to become a Holy Knight.
“But man, I was worried at first…”
He recalled the strategy meeting.
When they had tried to assign a commander, the idea was rejected, as the others feared that person would simply craft a plan to gain personal advantage. As a result, A Team ended up fighting without a unified strategy.
In contrast, their opponents were well-coordinated, and at first, defeat seemed inevitable. But now, looking at the battlefield…
“We are overwhelming them! Look at our forces!”
Based on their known kill count, B Team had only a handful of units left.
A Team had also suffered losses in the chaotic battle, but they still had about twenty units remaining.
And then—
48… 49!
A Team’s kill count reached 49.
“Alright, just one more to go. Now, where are they hiding…”
“Hey, by the way, has anyone actually fought them?”
A teammate’s voice came through the comms.
“Fought who? What are you talking about?”
Sigma responded, puzzled.
“No, I mean… they’re supposed to have one left, right?”
Sigma had completely forgotten.
Blinded by their overwhelming victory, he had overlooked that presence.
Already savoring the thrill of triumph, he had dismissed the thought entirely.
“What the hell are you talking about? Just say it clearly.”
“You know… that guy. Their name was…”
Before the words could fully register, a single white KOG appeared, flying toward Sigma and his 20-unit squad.
(Haha, they should’ve stayed hidden. But now they’ve shown themselves! If I take them down, I’ll be the Holy Knight!)
With that thought, Sigma rushed toward the white KOG, sword in hand, ready to strike.
He assumed this lone knight had given up hope, foolishly stepping onto a battlefield where their loss was already decided.
“Their name is—”
“Die!!”
“Sword Sylphid. Lord’s knight.”
“…Huh?”
In the next instant, Sigma felt a violent shock.
The next thing he saw was a system message—Unit Destroyed.
Before he could even comprehend what had happened, he had already been cut down within Kenya’s striking range.
(Wha—? What just happened? Why am I the one losing?)
Still unable to understand, Sigma’s unit exploded, signaling his defeat.
And of course, the one who had cut him down was Kenya—moving with lightning speed.
A single KOG had landed on the battlefield.
Before Kenya’s eyes stood a force of roughly 20 enemy units, along with the wreckage of his fallen teammates.
(Wait… is B Team already wiped out? No way… All while I was on standby? …Did I just get—)
“I… I was set up?! That bastard Blue! I knew something was off about them!”
It didn’t take long for him to realize—Blue had kept him isolated on purpose.
While the battle raged on, Kenya had been left behind, unable to contribute to the fight.
“Surround him! Take him down! Even if he’s Lord’s knight, he’s just one unit!”
A Team’s knights closed in on Kenya, all twenty of them.
With a deep sigh, Kenya muttered:
“Maybe I should’ve paid more attention to Lord’s lessons… Nah, wouldn’t have mattered. That’s not really my thing. The only thing I can do is—”
He readied his sword—
And in an instant, five enemy KOGs were blown away.
“—This.”
“If I take them all down, I’ll be the Holy Knight anyway. So, it works out.”
“A-Are you serious? Is B Team really about to win from here?”
“Gahahaha! That’s Sword for you! Ridiculously strong! Has he fought against multiple opponents at once before? This is different from a one-on-one!”
“Such power… This is Lord’s knight?”
One after another, enemies fell.
In under a minute, ten KOGs had already been disabled.
The examiners watching the footage were speechless.
This was what it meant to feel like someone was truly unbeatable—one unit was moving completely differently from the rest.
Of course, in terms of specs, all the units were identical.
But Kenya was simply maximizing his unit’s full potential.
“No matter how much of a prospect he is as Lord’s future knight… this is beyond Holy Knight level. He reminds me of Jin.”
“Yeah, Jin was a monster, but even he never fought twenty-to-one without even showing signs of struggle… This is a first.”
While the examiners were left in shock, one boy sat laughing, slapping his knee.
“Hahaha! That’s the KOG idiot I know. This match is over. There’s no way twenty ordinary knights-in-training could ever stop him.”
(Not when even a hundred couldn’t.)
His face lit up with sheer joy—so much so that the surrounding examiners were astonished.
None of them had ever seen Lord laugh so openly like this.
And with that, the battle’s outcome was decided.
49… 50!
B Team’s kill count reached 50, securing their victory on this battlefield.
Kenya alone had taken down twenty units—the highest single combatant kill count across all sectors.
B Team had won.
“Congratulations, Lord. With this, Sword is now officially your knight, both in name and reality.”
“Ah, there were a few close calls, but this was the obvious result. Reina also performed well, securing ten kills. That settles it.”
Meanwhile, in another sector, Reina had fought as expected—dominating with overwhelming force, though not quite at Kenya’s level.
And so, the Holy Knight examination came to an end.
…
“Now, we will announce this year’s successful Holy Knight candidates!”
The venue was packed with 1,000 examinees.
One by one, those who had passed were called to the stage to receive their Holy Knight certification.
“Next! Reina Sylphid!”
(Good, Reina passed too. At least she didn’t get set up like I did…)
Kenya had believed she would clear the exam without issue, but he had been worried—Reina seemed susceptible to underhanded tactics.
Now, though, there was no need for concern.
“And now! The last person!”
At that moment, Colonel Star stepped down from the stage and handed the microphone to a young boy.
He was a small, slightly long-haired blond boy, yet even from a distance, his charisma and aura were undeniable. The crowd of examinees erupted into applause.
“To those who will carry the future of the Asgard Empire, that was a truly magnificent battle. I felt it was only right that I personally announce the last successful candidate.”
The one who stepped up was Lord Asgard. And the name he was about to call was, of course—
“The last person. Come forth, my knight, Sword Sylphid!”
A silver-haired boy stepped onto the stage at the call.
The crowd murmured, and then applause broke out once more.
This was a public recognition of Sword, confirming the rumors about him being Lord’s future knight. A symbolic gesture to make it official.
Kenya bowed and stepped onto the stage.
“What, you’re the one giving it to me?”
“You totally fell for it, didn’t you? Seriously… think a little.”
“Ugh. Well, I passed, so who cares?”
“Hmph. …Fine. I’ll praise you for now. Thank you, and well done. You’ve taken another step forward.”
The two of them spoke in a manner that, if overheard, might have been deemed disrespectful. It was the kind of conversation between friends.
That day, after hearing Lord’s past, the bond between them had deepened even further.
To Lord, and to Kenya—
For the first time, they had found a friend they could truly open up to.
With a firm handshake and thunderous applause, they descended from the stage.
Then, Colonel Star took back the microphone.
“With that, this year’s Holy Knight Examination is officially concluded! Oh, and about what I said earlier—that you could never take the test again? That was a lie, so don’t worry!”
“…”
“EHHHHHHHHH?!”
The loudest outcry of the day erupted from the crowd.
Nearly half of the students let out a relieved sigh.
“A lie can be useful sometimes. Listen, if this had been a real battlefield, you’d all be dead. Gahaha! Alright, dismissed! Do your best again in six months! Ah, but those who passed, stay behind!”
The successful Holy Knight candidates remained.
“So, there are ten of us… Looks like one from each block passed.”
Kenya looked around and saw ten successful candidates, including himself and Reina.
Then, Colonel Star spoke.
“I’ll say it again—congratulations on passing! You are now officially recognized as the protectors of the Empire. However… there is actually one more thing. An interview.”
(Huh? An interview?)
“That’s right. But don’t worry, it’s not something you can fail. Well, unless you do something really strange, probably!”
The ten successful candidates were led to the interview.
Hearing the word “interview” made Kenya nervous.
In his previous life in Japan, there were things called “stress interviews,” where students had their spirits crushed.
Though he had only heard rumors, the idea of an interview gave Kenya nothing but bad feelings.
“Next! Sword!”
Kenya and the others waited in a classroom as candidates were called one by one into the interview room.
Finally, it was his turn.
Nervously, Kenya entered the room.
(Do I knock three times? Twice? Which was it again? Whatever, two should be fine.)
“Come in.”
A voice responded from within, and Kenya opened the door.
—It was a massive room.
The back wall was a giant window, allowing sunlight to brighten the space.
From here, he could see all of Valhalla, the Imperial capital—it was that high up.
In front of him was a long, luxurious table.
A single chair faced it—his seat, presumably.
Behind the table sat three military officers.
One of them spoke first, introducing himself.
“Nice to meet you, Sword Sylphid. I am Osiris Halberd.”
The officer had a deep, chiseled face, and although he smiled warmly, his gaze was sharp.
“Jin has spoken highly of you.”
—He was one of the Three Great Heroes.