“So, where’s your house?”
“This way, please follow me.”
I walked down the street with the silver-haired girl I had helped.
She had her silver hair styled in elegant curls—definitely giving off the vibe of a proper young lady.
In fact, she was the perfect embodiment of the ‘young noblewoman’ stereotype, to the point where her uniqueness seemed lost in the crowd.
She looked like a virtual YouTuber.
Well, if she were a virtual YouTuber, she’d probably have a ton of fans.
She had that level of charisma, or perhaps a natural allure that drew people in.
Judging by her demeanor, it was easy to tell she was from a pretty high-ranking noble family.
Looks like there’s money to be made here. How much should I charge?
“Are we there yet, Drill-chan?”
“D-Drill-chan? U-uh, we’re almost there.”
I followed Drill-chan (temporary name) through the noble district…
And then—
“We’re here.”
Where we arrived was…
“Ah-huh?”
It was the capital’s centerpiece, the Royal Castle Viltoria…
Well, now that we’re here, it’s all pretty clear.
Drill-chan was the princess of this country.
So, all I had to do was get some money from the king or whatever, and problem solved.
Now that I think about it, I haven’t had lunch yet. What should I eat?
Before I knew it, I was being led directly to the throne.
They were making a fuss about kneeling and whatnot, but there’s no way I’m bowing my head to someone weaker and less competent than me, especially when I’ve done nothing wrong.
Now that I’m no longer a corporate worker and freed from all those societal rules, no one can stop me anymore.
I sat before them, eating a hotdog and holding a cola bottle in one hand.
“You insolent brat! This is outrageous!”
The man standing beside the king was fuming with rage.
He was probably the prime minister or something like that.
But I wasn’t interested in him.
I only care about clean and beautiful girls.
My future goal is to clean up Fran-chan, Yuki, and Grace, drill hygiene into them, and then… well, you know.
I can’t get excited over filthy women in this world…
Mmm, this hotdog is amazing.
Choosing chili bean sauce was definitely the right call…
I was really craving something heavy today.
Ahhh, these calories are hitting just right…
“Gahaha! You’re a funny kid!”
A giant man with silver hair—the king, I assume—laughed heartily.
What’s with this guy?
The king, carrying an absurdly huge sword like something straight out of a manga, spoke.
“Alright! Let’s have a match!”
Huh?
What the heck is this guy talking about?
Is he stupid?
“No thanks. Just hand over the reward for saving the princess.”
Show me the money.
“Well, you see, there’s this rumor that you snuck into the academy through the back door. How could a guy like that have saved my daughter from being kidnapped?”
Huh?
“Even so, the fact remains that I brought her back here, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, but my daughter might’ve been tricked! I need to see your skills for myself!”
The king’s face lit up with excitement.
Ugh, so annoying…
Sure, calling him a martial king sounds cool, but having someone like this as the ruler of a country? Not a good sign.
Actually, maybe this country is garbage because a guy like this is king. Yeah, that makes sense now.
Anyway, I’m not the type to back down from idiots who try to look down on me, whether they’re kings or whatever…
“Alright! Here I come! Let’s see if you can handle my magic and swordsmanship!”
Guys like this…
“Magic Arrow, Launch!”
“Guaaaahhhhhh!!”
…are best dealt with by killing them!
Oh? But it seems he barely twisted his body at the last second to avoid a fatal wound. Not bad for a so-called ‘martial king,’ he moves well.
Let’s see if he can dodge the next one…
“Th-that’s enough! If you continue, my father will die!”
Drill-chan—oh right, the princess—stepped in.
Hmm? He’ll die, huh?
“You aimed a sword at me, and now that you’re about to die, it’s ‘Please stop, I’m going to die!’ Huh? That’s not gonna fly.”
That’s what I thought.
“But killing the king would be a crime of treason…”
“Oh yeah? And why should I care?”
“Wha…?!”
Is that really so surprising?
Besides, they’re the ones always waging pointless wars and saying, “The strong are awesome! They’re so cool!” So shouldn’t they be fawning over me now that I’m stronger than their king?
“…I understand your point. However, I do not wish to burden you with the crime of regicide.”
Hmm?
“And why’s that? What do you get out of it?”
“Because I wouldn’t want to be separated from you.”
Huh?
“I’m a fan of yours, you know. I’ve enjoyed the game console you made, and your wild antics at the academy are a delight to watch. Plus, your handsome face makes anything you do look dashing.”
Huh, not bad. I’ll give her five extra points.
“You’re ridiculously handsome, the strongest in the country, and brilliant at business… We need someone like you in this kingdom.”
“So?”
“You didn’t respond to our previous summons, but at that time, we wanted to award you for bringing wealth to the capital through your game console.”
Ah, is that so?
Yeah, I probably should’ve gone.
Oops, I’ll admit that was a mistake.
“Just for a little while, could you allow us to save face as royalty?”
Hmm, she’s taking a humble approach for a beautiful girl.
Not bad.
“Fine, I’ll let it slide this time. But if you pull any crap again, I’ll blow this capital to pieces.”
