When I Fell Madly in Love With the Heroine, the World Changed. - Chapter 66

Chapter 66

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—Third day of the hearing, four days remaining.

“Ha ha ha, so… I’ve told you…. many times. .”

Kenya is out of breath.

It’s not like he did any intense exercise, but he can’t get oxygen to his lungs properly.

The poison that Catherine mixed into his food has weakened his immune system and worsened his condition.

He is also unable to think properly.

“What’s that attitude you’ve been talking about! Will you stand up properly!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m feeling a bit sick.”

“Hmph! You’re just sick because you want avoid hearing, you filthy blood! Keep asking questions!”

(What? A cold? I have a slight headache.)

Kenya was on the verge of getting sick.

Of course, because of the poison Catherine had doused him with, and because of that dreadful prison.

Kenya’s immune system was weakened by the poison and the nutritionally poor diet.

In addition, the daily hearings added to his stress.

And that prison with open windows and no bedding exposed to the outside air.

It was obvious that under these conditions, Kenya, a shut-in with no special training, would fall ill.

But the hearing was not over.

The same questions are repeated in Kenya forever.

In order to corner Kenya before that appointed day.

***

“Why can’t you even visit him!”

A military facility where the Inquisition is being held.

Reina arrives there.

But when she asks for a visit, she is refused.

“Therefore, I cannot see you until the suspicion is cleared. If you insist, please ask for Odin’s permission, as it is an order from Odin-sama.”

“Kuh!”

No matter how much she tried to talk, Reina couldn’t get in touch with Kenya on that one side of the line.

She thought he would return soon, but her impatience grew and she couldn’t stand still, so she visited the facility.

“I understand.”

There was nothing Reina could do now.

Rhode went to the battlefield on Odin’s orders, and her father also moved, but there was nothing more she could do.

So now it was just.

(Kenya-kun… be safe.)

I could only pray for Kenya’s safety.

***

“Osiris-sama… as expected.”

This is the KOG training ground in the Imperial Capital.

Odin’s knight, Osiris Halberd, sharpening his claws.

Osiris repeats his training on the simulator against his junior chief holy knights and holy knights.

Although many of them are still young, they are among the most powerful in the Empire.

Against these opponents, he repeats simulation battles and recalls his forgotten senses, just to win against Kenya.

“Ha, ha. Not yet. Still go deeper. I can still go.”

Osiris has defeated all the chief holy knights in training day after day.

The name of the Sword Saint was not a mere title, and even though he had been away from actual combat for a long time, his strength was exceptional.

“Next, I don’t care if it’s three against one. Come on.”

“That, we have the pride of a chief holy knight! Osiris-san, I will win indeed.”

“I’m counting on you!”

The Sword Saint simply polishes his sword.

For the words of that day when he swore as Odin’s knight to uphold his beliefs.

His sword is for Odin, and he has no doubts about that.

If he is to rule the world, he must be obeyed.

That is his chivalry and strength in the name of loyalty.

“It’s a lie… he’s this strong. The three heroes.”

“It’s as if he’s untouchable… this is the real warrior who has crossed the battlefield…”

“We’re the chiefs of the Holy Knights too…”

Osiris triumphs over the three against one, without a fight.

“Good. This is it.”

The man who had dedicated his life to the sword, to the KOG, even to life, had already reached that point.

He has reached a stage where only those with talent, who still work hard and even die hopelessly, are allowed to do so.

It awakens forgotten sensations.

To that extreme that the knight of another world had reached that day.

“Yes, this feeling. I have long forgotten it. This feeling of omnipotence.”

The man pries open the door with ease.

Forcefully, as if twisting it down with force alone.

The ultimate in concentration, a state where only the geniuses who have worked hard, known as the Zone in Kenya’s world, can reach.

To the strength that Kenya had awakened through that mortal combat.

And the Holy Knights gasped.

The space around Osiris trembles.

With the image of entering that area and being beaten to death immediately.

“What are you doing, all of you come next time!”

Osiris smirks.

“I am the strongest in the Empire.”

He was indeed the strongest knight in the Empire.

***

“Then, Tanaka. I will carry Takemikazuchi to the Imperial Capital. You’re going too, aren’t you?”

“Yes, this is Kenya-kun’s big day, and the moment when history will change. It’s this child’s first official appearance in a formal setting.”

Tanaka then sees the Takemikazuchi, which has a different look and feel.

The performance has improved, the specs have gone up, but the controls should not be changed at all.

In particular, the energy problem has been largely solved, and it has been improved to withstand long hours of operation.

All for Kenya.

To prevent the boy who single-handedly rewrites the battlefield from being defeated for such a trivial reason as running out of energy.

“This boy now can move as fast as he can for a day. He can even fly from here to Japan in no time.”

“Oh, if it’s Goken, he’ll be fine.”

Tanaka and Sieg also head for the Imperial Capital.

The day of fateful days is almost here.

***

Fifth day of the hearing, two days left.

“Ha ha ha, my head hurts. It’s completely a cold. Shit, this is bad.”

At night, Kenya caught a fever.

“Oh, um, sorry. Do you have any antipyretics or something, I’m not feeling well…”

From inside the prison, Kenya calls out loudly to a soldier.

The soldier then leaves the room.

(Huh? Could it be that they will give it to me normally?)

As he waits with such faint expectations.

Click, click, click, click.

The sound of high heels walking down the hard stone corridor echoes in the quiet prison.

“Hello, Ken-Kun.”

“… Who are you?”

A long-legged woman in bright red, tight clothing who didn’t fit in the prison appeared in front of Kenya.

She was beautiful, he thought, and yet Kenya couldn’t like her at all.

She looks mean, like someone else.

“I’m Odin-Sama’s secretary, my name is Catherine. Nice to meet you.”

(Yes, that’s Yumir. She looks like Yumir, this person. Very… mean looking.)

“Why do you want to see me?”

“I’ve come to see how you’re doing, you know, the traitor who doesn’t know how to stand on his own two feet. Hmm, I’d like you to be a little weaker.”

“! What do you mean?

“Fufu, you must have realised by now, haven’t you? This is a hearing to weaken you.”

“Why are you doing this?, fight fair and square…”

“Fair and square! Ha ha! What are you talking about? You’re so funny, aren’t you stupid?”

Catherine laughs loudly, as if mocking Kenya before he can finish his words.

That high-pitched voice echoes in his head, and Kenya feels annoyed.

“Huh, you’re all really stupid. Even the Rhode and other unclean-blooded royalty are idiots.”

“I may be an idiot, but he’s not!”

“He must be that stupid because he has half inferior blood. And that’s why he’s so stupid to stand up against Odin-Sama. I hear he’s called an undefeated commander or something, but anyone with the military power of the Asgard Empire could do that. I could do it better.”

“You never can… he’s amazing.”

For the past six months, Kenya has been watching Rhode up close.

His intelligence, his kindness, his personality.

Although there are parts that piss him off a little, Kenya still likes him enough to call him a friend from the bottom of his heart.

He was the first friend Kenya had ever made.

She made fun of that friend.

That’s why I was pissed off.

I felt annoyed at this woman who made fun of him, as if she knew him.

Because Kenya knows that that guy is many times more amazing than this person.

“Hmm, if you cry and apologise, I’ll stop torturing you, okay? Otherwise, let’s suggest to Odin-sama how to brutally kill filthy blood Rhode, I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

“……Never!”

“That’ll be fun… rip off the limbs? Or burning with fire? Hmm…”

“I’m not going to lose.”

“Well… do your best at best. There’s no way you can beat Osiris. But hey, I’ll bury you and your Rohde’s head together, how merciful of me.”

Catherine then turns back to her feet as if she had enough fun, and leaves.

“Well then, struggle on at your best. Like a clown you are.”

Kenya was frustrated and agitated.

But when the time comes, and he cools down, his body remembers.

( Shit. My head hurts. And my breathing… why… so much.)

And the hearing continued the next day.

Finally, Kenya sat down on the spot.

“What are you sitting on! Hey, make him stand up!”

Kenya is forced to stand up, his body burning.

The inquest is still forced to continue, but his condition only worsens.

That night, Kenya could not sleep due to the high temperatures.

His physical strength is already close to its limit.

(Ha ha ha, my throat hurts, my lungs hurt, and blood? Is my stomach upset… I need to drink water…)

There are only two days left until the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.

(I have to endure it somehow. Two more days.)

As if mocking Kenya for such naive thinking.

“Hmm, today’s a special blend. I’ll put in twice as much as usual.”

The witch laughs.