「Meat～!」
「Meat～」
「Meat～!」
「Meat～」
In front of the heated grill, Krea was in full high spirits, holding tongs in both hands and embodying pure joy.
Beside her, Camille mimicked her, raising her voice as if she thought this was some kind of ritual.
We had taken over a corner of the royal guard training ground without permission and were preparing for barbecue.
The guards training nearby shot us resentful looks, but I ignored them.
I had already gotten permission from the idiot prince who manages this place, so no complaints would be tolerated.
Well, I did arrange for several barrels of alcohol to be delivered to the soldiers’ break area as a little gift.
「Meat～!」
「Meat～」
Krea’s idiot self, does she even realize who the girl next to her is?
Or maybe she’s so hyped up she’s completely spaced out.
Look, some oneesan has noticed how serious the situation is… and is now walking toward her little sister with meat-cutting knives in both hands.
This is bad. It’s really going to look like a suspicious ritual at this rate.
「Lutte! Go stop Frea-san!」
「No way. If I get near a furious senpai like that, I’ll end up in pain too.」
「You’re not wrong, but showing a child a live butchering scene right next to her would be bad.」
「Huh? That girl is… huh? Wait, what?」
We’re keeping her identity as a noble child for now, so the dress she’s wearing looks ordinary.
From a glance, she just seems like a completely normal noble girl, which is somehow a big problem too.
「Argusta-sama? That girl…」
「Yeah. The next queen.」
「……Frea-senpai! Butchering right there is bad! If you must, do it secretly in the shadows!」
Lutte ran over and threw herself in the way to stop Frea-san.
But since she charged straight in, Frea-san’s face ended up sandwiched between Lutte’s breasts.
It would be nice if that shifted her target to Lutte’s chest instead.
「Anyway, Mische.」
「Sorry. If I leave now, the captain will collect all the kids I’ve been raising.」
Go on and get eaten, then.
「Noie… you can eat.」
「Yes.」
「Uwaaa～! Argusta-sama～! Do you have some grudge against me or something?!」
「Not really. Just go collect that tiny kid. I’ll keep some meat grilling as a replacement.」
「……Understood.」
Carrying her sorrow, Mische headed off to retrieve the unruly next queen-to-be.
Inel-kun was the only one blending into the background, silently savoring the meat.
But with a long carriage ride ahead tomorrow, he couldn’t eat too much, neither in time nor quantity.
Best to leave him alone.
「Eating outside like this isn’t bad, right?」
「……Yes.」
Noie’s ahoge swayed happily, as if she felt the same.
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「Argusta-sama?」
「What is it, leftover?」
「Your reputation has been really bad lately, you know～? Maybe you should fix that habit of naturally saying such harsh things.」
「Ahaha. You’re such an idiot～. Speaking the truth isn’t harsh, you know?」
「Die, you shitty boss!」
Mische lunged to punch me, but the moment Noie appeared in front of her, she slid across the ground and dropped into a perfect dogeza.
Amazing… I never thought I’d witness a sliding dogeza in this other world!
「Anyway, the military really hates you right now.」
「Seriously. The moment you punish them for negligence, they hold a grudge. The generals in this country really aren’t human.」
「The decent generals were the ones who wished to resign after someone called them 『incompetent』.」
「Then let’s clean out the remaining trash and improve the air quality around here.」
When I laughed like a villain, Mische shrugged in genuine disbelief.
「There are even idiots talking to assassins about you, you know?」
「……Huh?」
Even I froze at that.
「For real?」
「It’s true.」
「Come on, Mische, your jokes are getting harsh～」
「Stop running from reality. It’s fact.」
「Nooooooo～!」
Did I overdo it? Yeah, I overdid it.
They’re so narrow-minded, just because someone pointed out their own mistakes!
「Fine. Let’s send Noie after them.」
「It would be nice if we could figure out who the enemy is before they start killing you.」
「Right?!」
Damn it. I don’t have any spies or informants under my command.
Does this mean… I have no choice but to beg the Muscle Prince for help?
「I’m going to have a little chat with Halfren-oniisama.」
I started moving in my best ladylike run, but Mische’s voice flew after me.
「Prince Halfren said, 『I’m exhausted from handling complaints about you. Clean up your own mess』.」
「That shitty brother～! Noie. Take this bag and carry the smell from here over to that window over there.」
Noie gave a small nod, grabbed the large cloth sack, spun around, and flew straight to the window of the Muscle Prince’s office, sticking to it like glue.
Yeah… I just witnessed something incredible, but let’s ignore that.
There are more pressing matters right now.
「This is bad. What do I do? Seriously?」
「You’ve been doing whatever you wanted, so you should have at least planned for some retaliation.」
「Ah～. I figured since I’m the former third prince, they wouldn’t go that far. Tehe～」
「It’s precisely because you were a prince that they can go that far.」
Mische sat on an empty wine barrel we’d brought in as a chair and swung her legs idly.
「What exactly are you trying to accomplish by bullying the generals?」
「Hm? That thing.」
「That thing?」
「Lutte～? Do you have the prototype with you right now?」
「Yeees～」
Lutte, who had been locked in a food fight with Krea and Camille, came over.
For some reason, she pulled the prototype out from her cleavage.
「Can I shave down that busty junior’s meat yet?」
「Wait just a little longer. Once this is finished, do whatever you want.」
「Why is my chest getting treated so horribly?!」
I snatched the prototype from the fuming Lutte and spread it open.
「……A report?」
「Yup.」
「What about it?」
「This.」
I had asked the recently idle Lutte to make this.
「This report is printed.」
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