Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 62: The Knighting Ceremony
“Good morning, world. No, wait… ‘good morning’ is something you say when you wake up. But what do you say when you haven’t slept at all?”
You thought this was a typical morning scene?
Too bad, it’s an all-nighter morning.
My rationality is dead, but I somehow managed to drag my instincts down with it—though they revived about three times.
Like a zombie. Youthful desire is terrifying.
At one point, I went to the bathroom for some mental discipline—or rather, job-changed into a sage repeatedly—just barely surviving this crisis.
“Good morning… I slept well. I don’t know why, but I feel safe next to you, Kenya-kun.”
(Yeah, well, I didn’t get a wink of sleep.)
It seems Reina slept soundly. Her bedhead is adorable.
Also, last night it was dark, so I didn’t notice, but with the morning light, I can clearly see her underwear through her sheer negligee.
Kenya had a thought.
Damn, that’s sexy.
How is she this slim and yet so well-endowed?
What’s inside? Dreams and hope?
Can I conduct a hands-on examination?
But before he could voice these thoughts, Reina got up and left the room.
“Well then, I’ll be going back.”
“Ah, your b—”
“Hmm? Did you say something?”
“N-nope! Nothing at all!”
And so, Reina returned to reality.
She took a shower, put on her uniform neatly, and started preparing breakfast.
Kenya also quickly got ready and went to help.
“Reina… Should we sleep separately?”
“Eh…? Did you… not like it? I see… I’m sorry.”
“That’s not it! I want to sleep together again tonight!”
Kenya answered enthusiastically.
Reina’s smile is way more important than sleep!
Humans can survive two or three days without sleeping.
The real problem is whether his rationality will hold out.
After breakfast, they relaxed in the living room.
Kenya finally passed out. Understandable.
Then, around noon, the car that was supposed to pick them up arrived.
“A limousine, huh? Isn’t it too long?”
“Is this your first time riding one?”
“This is one of those, right? Where party people pop champagne and have an orgy inside.”
“I don’t really understand… Is that how it is?”
“Nah, just a stereotype.”
Kenya and Reina got into the limo.
The driver was an older gentleman, the very image of a Sebastian-type butler.
The interior was exactly as he imagined—a perfect setting for a guy sandwiched between flashy girls, yelling “woohoo.”
“Someday, I’ll have girls on both sides, going ‘woohoo’… No, that’s not my style. But with Kaguya and Reina… that would be amazing?”
“Girls?”
“Wait, this world doesn’t have gyaru? Oh… never mind.”
Too bad.
There are no gyaru who are kind to nerds.
Actually, there are no gyaru at all.
While he was lost in thought, they arrived at Valhalla Castle’s rotary.
The place looked like a yakuza gathering, with all the black luxury cars lined up.
Luxury cars as far as the eye could see.
They probably all belonged to nobles.
After all, today was the day all the nobles of the Asgard Empire were gathering.
They were led through a side entrance.
It seemed the main guest wasn’t supposed to enter through the same route as everyone else.
It made sense—if the honoree mingled with the guests beforehand, it would ruin the ceremony.
“Well then, I’ll be waiting in the hall.”
“Alright, see you later, Reina.”
Kenya was taken to a separate room.
While waiting, he was given a quick rundown of the ceremony etiquette.
All he had to do was kneel and swear his oath.
The only strange part? The last words had to be in English.
It was tradition, so he didn’t question it too much.
Conversation with Lord from the previous day:
“The main part is just swearing your oath. And at the end, you say, ‘Yes, Your Highness.'”
“‘Yes, Your Highness’? What’s that?”
“It’s formal language. It means ‘Understood’ in a respectful way—like ‘Yes, Prince.’ ‘Highness’ is a term used for royalty.”
“Huh… so it’s like ‘Yes, Sir’?”
“Exactly. For the Emperor, you’d say ‘Majesty’ instead. Not that you’ll have to use that.”
Kenya recalled that conversation.
He had heard it before in anime from his past life, but since it was an official phrase, there was no issue.
After some time waiting, it was finally his turn.
A triumphant fanfare played as the massive doors opened.
Kenya stepped into the ceremony hall.
At the end of the red carpet stood Lord, surrounded by nobles and cameras.
Among them, standing beside Reina and waving at him was—
(Sieg-san! He came!)
The “War God” Sieg.
It was his son’s big day—of course, he wouldn’t miss it.
“Today, we are broadcasting the knighting ceremony of His Highness Lord. Speaking of His Highness, he is the undefeated commander feared by the world, having achieved an unbroken streak of victories in the war against the EU, the largest conflict in history!”
“Until now, His Highness had not chosen a knight. But today! On this very day, he has finally selected his knight!”
The Imperial Broadcast was transmitting the ceremony across the entire Asgard Empire.
A reporter, standing before the camera in the venue, continued the live coverage.
“And now—ah, here he comes! Sword Sylphid-sama! He is the son of the legendary War God and has defeated Jin Halberd-sama, the strongest student warrior, earning the title of the strongest of his generation! He is also the youngest Holy Knight Commander in history!”
(Ugh… I really hate this kind of attention…)
Across the Asgard Empire, hundreds of millions of people focused their attention on Kenya.
At the far end of the hall, the throne remained unoccupied.
To the right stood Odin Asgard and Osiris Halberd.
To the left stood Lord Asgard, with an empty spot beside him.
Kenya’s eyes met Lord’s.
Despite himself, he felt a sense of relief.
As always, Lord was smirking at him.
Or wait—was he mocking him? Was he enjoying how nervous he looked?
Annoyed, Kenya straightened his posture, his nervousness instantly replaced by irritation.
He failed to realize that this was precisely Lord’s way of easing his tension.
With steady steps, he walked down the red carpet, knelt before Lord, drew his sword, and presented it to him.
As their eyes met, Kenya muttered in a low voice, only loud enough for the two of them to hear.
“Quit smirking.”
“Shh. People can hear you. Heh… but it really doesn’t suit you.”
Lord chuckled as he looked at Kenya kneeling before him.
Then, he took Kenya’s sword and lightly touched its flat side against both of Kenya’s shoulders.
At that moment, the hall fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Lord to speak.
With a clear, commanding voice, Lord declared:
“Sword Sylphid, do you swear here and now to uphold the knight’s oath and fight as my knight?”
“I swear.”
“Do you swear eternal loyalty, to serve as both my sword and shield for the cause of great justice?”
“I swear.”
“Then, in the name of Lord Asgard, I hereby recognize you, Sword Sylphid, as my knight. And I command you—aid me, my knight, Sword Sylphid.”
Lord extended the sword toward Kenya.
Kenya pressed his lips gently to the blade and met Lord’s gaze.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
A formal expression of respect for royalty.
Taking back his sword, he rose to his feet and sheathed it at his waist.
With that, the knighting ceremony was complete.
Clap, clap, clap…
Dry applause echoed through the hall.
The first to clap, of course, was the silver-haired girl. And his father.
One by one, the rest of the attendees joined in, filling the hall with thunderous applause.
“From this day forth, Sword Sylphid is my knight! Any who dare oppose him shall be considered my enemy!”
The entire Asgard Empire acknowledged and celebrated Kenya.
On this day, he was officially recognized as Lord’s knight, marking the completion of their six-month-long plan.
And then.
“There is one more announcement I must make to you all!”
A massive screen was wheeled in.
A gigantic monitor, as if prepared for a live broadcast.
(Huh? What is that…?)
Even Odin hadn’t been informed of this.
No one in the room had.
And then, the screen flickered to life.
“It has been a long time, everyone. Today, I have something to tell you.”
There, lying in bed, was Orgel Asgard.
The ruler of this world was about to speak.
And what he would say—
Would decide the fate of the world.