Ore no Osananajimi wa Joshikousei de Yuusha Chapter 12

Giving a sidelong glance at the Isky residence’s tall trees, we walked along the brick path.

It was one with a fountain in the middle, and was as large as a school sports ground.

“Amazing.”

I gave my honest impressions.

The trees were all crowded like a wall, giving a gloomy impression, the flower bed is the only thing bright this place.

 

“Marquis Isky is in charge of a national border territory. These trees are necessary for defense,” Lady Demy told me.

Naruko-like crime alarms were stretched out between the trees, if there were an intruder or monster they would be able to immediately deal with it.

We left the gardens and reached the building beyond it.

 

 

It was the chapel.

The multicolored glass mosaic and the ornaments giving off a feeling of dignity was not so different from the “chapels” of my world.

 

Lady Demy gripped the handle
—whoops.

 

 

“Ojousama, I’ll open it.”

“I’m tentatively your ‘attendant’ after all.”
Lady Demy didn’t look like she minded much, but if I keep forgetting my job here I’m going to seriously be a sponger, ewh.

 

The door was considerably stout, it opens with a wooden *creak* sound.

 

 

Inside the chapel there were seats for the congregation and in the innermost part a place to lift prayers, as I thought, the ‘general’ structure is similar.

In that case… it look so similar I can say it’s ‘almost the same.’

 

 

 

“Is there belief in gods in Yuuki-san’s world?”

“Well, there are. There are people who believe in one god, and there are people who believe in many gods including gods of the land.”

 

“In our world a great number of people believe in the [Faith of the Born Light].”

“The ‘Light’ of our world isn’t a god, but the teachings borne by our ancestors.”

That’s a little bit different.

A religion where humans create things by themselves, at least there are none that I know of.

“Well, in my world it is.”

“???”

Then she stood at the innermost altar and started to tell a story.

 

 

 

“This is our creation story.”

 

 

 

The World of Legends.

He divided it into two.
Then to the two humans, he made them live in different, adjoining, worlds. To one he gave the gift of light, and the other he forced to live in the darkness.

The people given light,

and the people not given light.

 

The trials began from there.
The people not given light had no day nor night, they only had to continue on living in the darkness.

They longed for light.

The people given light know none of it, and were taught to be fruitful and multiply, and built culture.

 

Then one day.

Light dwelt in their hands.

For living in the darkness, dreaming and longing for light, they were granted the power to bring forth their own light.
The people not given light were able to weather the test.

 

They met together.

Then they sent the light up into the sky.

 

The sun, the creation of light…. it was the moment the light was born.

 

 

“Eh…. that ‘world given light’ is… our world?”

“Uh huh…”

 

 

If we believed in the same god, then certainly, I can accept the structure of the chapels being similar.

They were born out of fear of the supernatural, the flavor of local teachings are strong.

A lot of monotheistic religions, however, historically broke off from a single faith.
It’s possible to say that this Faith of the Born Light is one of those offshoots.

 

 

“That’s true, but… why did god do something like that?”

I thought so….
“Rather than that, even in our world different monks and scholars interpret this ‘world given light’ differently in the first place. There are those who say it’s a paradise where the dead go, and those who suggest it’s a hell of depravity. —even I thought it was a dubious fairy-tale.”

 

 

Lady Demy descended from the altar and walked to my side.
It might have been the heavy and divine design doing it, but she looked like the descent of an angel… Lady Demy walking towards me had that kind of mysterious air about her.

 

 

While I was a little enraptured she finally stopped before my eyes.
“I believed in its existence when I met with Yuuki-san. So the world given light really exists,” she said, smiling.

 

 

Crap. Hot damn she’s cute.

 

 

“W, well… since I can’t use magic that’s a reasonable explanation.”
I said while hiding my trembling.

…… hm?

 

“Huh, then how about Arina? Why can she use magic?”

“T, that’s right. We’ve been together since we’re small.”

“There isn’t. At least as far as I know.”

Lady Demy looked a little troubled.
“This is just a thought, but maybe among Arina-san’s relatives there are people who wandered from this world?”

 

 

“That’s it! I completely forgot. She, seems to be the hero’s daughter.”

 

 

“Eh?”

“The goal of our journey was to defeat the Demon King as ‘heroes’. We got thrown into this world not knowing anything, I don’t know if that’s true or not. Is there something like ‘heroes’ in this world?”

Lady Demy then made an incredulous face.

“That’s what her mother said.”
“There is a great man who was called a hero in this world. His name was Bacchus.”

 

 

What’s with that name. Sounds like baka.

«TN: baka means idiot»

 

“So this Bacchus person, could he be Arina’s dad?”

“Huh? … the story doesn’t add up.”

“So that person’s line doesn’t continue.”
“No, I can’t say that for sure. Bacchus can use magic from a young age, it is said he uses it to face off against monsters. If Arina has the blood of Bacchus, then I can see how she could master magic to such a high degree like that.”

 

I’m becoming more and more confused.
While Arina possesses the same power as the hero Bacchus, her relations with him is chronologically impossible.

 

 

“I think we might be able to figure something out once we get back to Ivan castle…”

As I was about to conclude with that, the scenery outside the window became lively.

 

3, 4 maids came along to take care of the gardens.

“……. so this place doesn’t have gardeners.”

“Well, simple care can often be done by maids, but even when I came here as Rosé I’ve never seen a single gardener.”

I don’t know this world’s common sense and exceptionalities, so I just threw in noncommittal answers.

 

The maids weren’t taking an attentive meeting-the-guests stance like earlier, but did their work while leisurely chatting as befits their age.
In things like this girls aren’t any different no matter what world they’re from, I guess.

 

 

As we carefreely watched them, one of them said a disturbing line.

 

[I’m telling you! Lady Demy is definitely Princess Rosé!]

 

“Ugh”
“Oh”

 

[Well, they do look similar.]

[Ah! You’re right!]

 

“”…………………………….””

*chiing*, they found us out.

 

“What do we do? Looks like we’re getting in a pinch from day one.”

“W…. what should we do….”

“Humm, if you ask me…. should we barge in and say [Demy is not Rosé]..?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“It’ll be a suspicious act right after being talked about.”
“U, umm…!”

 

[But, I think she’s not.]

 

With no idea of the panic the princess was getting into, one of the maids said so.

[Eh—. Why?]
[Well, you see. Lady Demy was getting all frisky with her attendant in her room just now. That pure Princess Rosé wouldn’t do something like that.]

 

 

“THAT’S. IT!”

 

 

Lady Demy’s eyes shined with a dim glimmer.
Then she faintly smiled and turned towards me.

Ah—. I have a bad feeling about this.

 

 

 

The chapel is furnished with a back door, we could leave it without being noticed by the working maids.
From there we followed the wall towards the main gate and went where we were barely unseen by them.

Standby OK.

 

“……. You’re really all right with this?”

“A, asking me this late, is rather impolite you know…”

Is that really true?
I don’t get it.

“Well then, umm…. Commence Plan!”
As I gave the signal, Lady Demy raised her voice.

 

“YOU BEAST! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

 

 

She continued.

 

“JUST WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? I’M ARCHDUKE MERRY’S THIRD DAUGHTER, DEMY CHAMPAGNE BLANC DE BLANCS MERRY! I’M NOT SOMEONE A COMMONER LIKE YOU CAN TOUCH SO CAREFREELY!”

 

With a voice this loud the maids are sure to notice us.

That was the plan.

Title:

[The Show The Maids A Love Affair Through A Hole In The Wall And Make Them Think That That Shameless Ojousama Couldn’t Possibly Be The Pure Princess Rosé, Yeah, Absolutely Plan]

 

It’s possibly an insane plan, but well, I’m sure I can expect results from it.

 

But still, Princess Rosé, that act scared me out of my wits.

(Yuuki-san! Come on!)

Her cute face teared up and blushed a little.

I couldn’t possibly let the Princess be embarrassed alone. I promised her I’ll act the gigolo… I prepared myself for the act.

 

The outline was….
Eh—, Ahem.

 

“You sure can talk. Wasn’t it you who asked me out to a place where no one can see us?”

As I said that I brushed Lady Demy’s cheek.
She did say I can do whatever I like……. This is alright, right? I thought. Then…

“I said Don’t TOUCH ME!”

*slap*

“I, I… was only asking for a little walk!”

Well, I should expect this much from a tsundere lady….

“Really?”

“I was pretty sure you had enough of playing in the room and wanted a change of scenery.”

 

 

(U, umm…. just now in the room, er… the two of us were r, reveling?)

She asked to confirm the setting here.

(Not at all. It’s quite delicious.)
What do you mean by that, you.

 

 

“YOU BRUTE! We’re right next to a holy chapel you know…. tsk! So I guess a manservant like you can’t even tell a good place from bad.”

“I don…”

“……….!”

“See,” I said as I threw her a triumphant smile.
“Now, since we both have come to an agreement…. Let’s do the usual thing.”

 

(T, the usual… thing?)

(Mou! You’re being too reckless!)

Ah. Crap.
It was the smile I saw in the chapel just now.

(I’m not going to be responsible for anything that happens next, okay)

Lady Demy, who just had her switched set to something other than on or off dropped to the floor with a thud.

 

 

Then she looked up at me with teary eyes and blushing cheeks, hiding her lips that were trembling in shame with her small fist.
“Uuuh,” she showed hesitation for an instant, then slowly she said with a weak voice….

 

“……. With Sir Commoner’s hand…. please, umm… d, discipline this sefish noble Demy…!”

“Please…! Paint this arrogant Demy in Yuuki-sama’s color by Yuuki-sama’s scolding and punishments!” she begged. Hold on…

 

Eeeeeeee——h?

These two, do they always do something like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis?

T, this can’t even be called outrageous anymore!
It’s way too deep it’s making my brain melt out of my ears!

 

“Demy, can’t live without Yuuki-sama. Demy wants Yuuki-sama more than bread or water!”

I spoked to Demy, and her eyes shined like a puppy.
“Yes…! What will it be!? Please tell me to do anything you want!” she replied.

 

“About the maids. They already ran away in surprise.”

“They all went pale in the face.”

 

“………………………………”

 

There was an awkward silence.

Lady Demy rose to her feet and brushed away the dirt clinging to the hems of her clothes.

 

“……………………….”

More awkward silence.

 

“Will it really be all right now?”

“Ah, no… that was nothing.”

 

“………………………..”

 

“There’s something I’d like to ask.”

“You couldn’t possibly have just wanted to do that, could you?”

“………………..”
“……………….”

 

“………d, d”

Lady Demy said thus with a teary face.
“……… don’t hate me!”

 

She begged with her eyes teary for a different reason that before, to which I can do nothing but nod.

Chapter end