Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

That's crazy.

Mr. Zelalk, I miss him even more.

While held up by a steady arm, I (how is this happening?) and twist his neck.

"There are so many ayames who think of me as immature, but I can't make a vow or anything to another partner in front of God!

Huh?

With so much?

I just wanted to say, 'There are so many good things about Mr. Zeralk,' but aren't you getting a little misunderstood?

I guess it's not good because they think I'm a 'man' or a 'boy'.

But you can't confess that I'm a 'woman' here.

It's a different world trip until you get home!

I'll be right home!

Handsome muscle prince with purple eyes in dark blue hair, who held me princess (cum, too fond and spicy!) but looked at me and said:

"This is never a bother. I fell in love with a man named Ayame. So I'm just going to dedicate myself to Ayame, and I don't think I deserve to have a wife like that."

"Wait, Mr. Zeralk, don't hurry up! As the third prince of the Graciad country, you have to marry the princess of the Keshtail country and end the war, right? Mr. Keel, wasn't Mr. Zelalk supposed to be married at an earlier meeting?

"Hmmm... you're not making a decision"

It is Mr. Keel of Okan who roars with his arms.

"That's what we're talking about, but I don't know how much of a political marriage Zelalk feels about that would work, and then I can think of things that would make the relationship between the state and the state worse in the future. Besides, it's hard to understand Zelalk's excessive thoughts on Ayame, but as a royalty, I also think he might have the wrong idea as a man... as a person I can also understand..."

"What!?"

Oh, won't you humble my son!?

"I mean, I guess Zelalk is in a priestly mood serving God"

You're Ayamese!

You've made me a lot better too!

And, not if you're kidding.

"That's too much for anything and everything! I'm not an angel, I'm a very normal... human. Oh, hey, I think so."

And I said unto Mr. Zelalk, slapping him with his arms. Yeah, that's a good tensile muscle.

"I'm tired of coming back from my journey, and I guess I'm going in a weird direction today because of all the things that happened. Let's get some rest and calm down for each other when we have dinner. Oh, Jeanna, arrange for me to get dinner in my room this evening."

"Ayame, together as much as a meal..."

"Mr. Zeralk will be restless again!

And it came to pass, when I said, that Mr. Zelalk saw me again with his shin face, and put all his strength into the arms that he was holding. That is a knight who is trained every day. I can't see any signs of fatigue at all, even though I said I was holding him from earlier.

Such a riddled and strong knight, his face is shining...... too bad.

"And then after dinner, I just need to ask you something, Jeanna. Can I get some time?

"If I can help you, Ayame, I will do anything," said Jeanna, laughing as I ignored Mr. Zeralk.

"Thank you. Nice to meet you. Then now it's time to dissolve! Dismissed till tomorrow morning!

"... be sure to join us for breakfast"

"Okay. Put it down."

For a moment I took a combat position towards Mr. Zelalk and descended from my arms into the gap where God's protection was activated. Suddenly I was gone, and Mr. Zelalk's arms cleared the universe, and he stepped on his feet.

"See you tomorrow."

I said with a smile to Mr. Zelalk.

"... ok. Get some rest. I'm in front of Ayame's room."

"Mr. Keel, please put Mr. Zelalk to sleep properly"

Roger that, Zelalk. Let's go.

"I'm not a little tired!

"If it's my turn to sleep in front of the room all night, Ayame will be mentally tired! It's okay, rest in peace, because the elite are putting together an escort team on the brother of The Spirit Beloved."

"Protecting Ayame is my job as a Knight of Defense."

"Mr. Zelalk, I don't eat breakfast with good kids who don't sleep with me."

……

And the walrus eagle was taken out by Kan.

That intense nostalgia, it's not the curse of the Eureiral flower, is it?

If you find out I'm actually a woman, don't feel like these flowers are going to dry up.

It's impossible for a handsome muscle prince to fall in love with such a 'man and woman'.

I sighed with a slightly distant eye as I stroked my left palm.

"Jeanna, sit down because I want to talk slowly."

After I finished dinner, I recommended the couch to Jaana, who made me tea after dinner.

'Cause I can't calm down when I'm standing.'

"Okay. Now, if you'll excuse me for being sweet with your words."

Jaana, a royal palace maid of honor, bowed elegantly like a noble princess before putting on the couch.

For the work of the samurai, noble courtiers take up their apprenticeships, especially when working for the royal palace are only princesses of high stature and well-educated. My main job is to take care of my husband around me and give instructions to my maids to get my life done, and if it's true, I also assist with bathing and changing clothes, which I refuse to do.

Jeana seems to have a firm mouth, but if she tells me that I'm actually a woman, when she finds out, she threatens to be in a bad position knowing it.

"As you know, I do not know the situation in this world because I come from another world. That's why I want you to tell me so easily about power relations between countries."

"Okay."

According to the story of Jeana, who nodded.

The country of Graciad, rich in mineral resources, is a small but rich country. For this reason, it is easy to target from neighbouring countries, but it is enriched with brave ethnicity and luxurious funds, and some famous samurai, now called the Third Prince, Mr Zelalk, or 'Raging Eagle of Graciad', maintain the equilibrium. In addition, the smaller countries around us have become allies, with peaceful relations except for skirmishes with the bloodiest Keshtail country.

So, when he appeared as a zombie from our door before this, he was caught because Mr. Zelark forced him to go into the Keshtail army in an attempt to save his men.

He said that the captives would have to be treated politely if they were meant to be, but that the Kestelle army, at ease, had debilitated Prince Zelalk, the tattoo above his eyes, to take advantage of the opportunity to end it.

When Mr. Zeralk and Mr. Keel met me, they stole secret documents from the Keshtail Army about this debilitating death plan of the third prince of Zeralk... or they've had grandeur from the front of the freaking Keshtail Army.

As the cowardly methods of warfare in his own country became public, and his army was crushed by the strength of Mr. Zelarc these days, the State of Keshtail rushed to offer the State of Graciad a princess of beauty in order to reach a favourable peace treaty.

Incidentally, the Graciad and Esterian countries are quite distant, so they did not interact very closely, nor did they intervene in their determination with Kestelle.

"I see. Esterian countries are big countries, so it would be a relief to build friendships and get behind them."

"Yes, but it's still a distant country."

"There's too much distance to send troops."

I'd like to look into the Graciad country and suggest that if it's appropriate as a friendly country, I can also be an ally with the Esterian country with Mithyl. So far, we're all good people. Well, some people have changed.

"But if you become an ally with the Esterian state, it will be a constraint on Kestel. You don't want to deal with a country where the Spirit loves you..."

Mityl is amazing.

It's a little bit of a sitting area... Oh, sister, I'm getting a little worried.

"Thank you, Jeanna. If you get rid of the tea, you can go back today. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, thank you"

And the next day.

I am still a stable 'boy' today, wearing underwear that conceals my chest, wears armor, and pretentious everyday clothes.

When I lowered my hair and added even roses to my mouth, I stopped because I was vain, cosplay that was going to be a girl cartoon character.

Ugh, I'd like to try on my dress for once or so while I'm over here.

That breakfast is served in another room, so I walked in the royal palace with Jeana, who came to call.

The Royal Palace of the Graciad Country is a rich country but has no guillotine atmosphere and seems to have a good selection of quality objects. Walking down the tranquil atmosphere corridor and going to the small dining room, Mr. Zelarc and Mr. Keel were there.

"Morning... hey, don't kneel (kneel first)"

And they both bowed their heads on their knees on the carpet of the fluff, and I hastened, saying,

"This is the right attitude to Ayame's identity."

"You don't have to do it now. Sa, dinner."

When I let him stop waving in a flickering manner, Jeana led me to my seat. They both go on and sit down.

As expected, the Graciad Country meal was delicious and I ate a lot last night and this morning.

Uhm, don't make sure you get fat if you stay like this!

I don't like it when you lose your clarity in your physical movements.

I want it to run lightly somewhere.

"Mr. Zelalk, I'd like to move my body a little bit."

I said to Mr. Zeralk, thinking I'd rub my puffy, swollen stomach (that sucks).

"Where can I run, is there?

The clothes for horseback riding you wore during your journey are suitable for exercise, so let them run all the time for an hour when they settle down.

Then Mr. Zelalk, who eats twice as much as I do, said, "You can't grow up without eating more," and then nodded.

"I'll take you to the Knights' workout today. Ayame should also remember swordsmanship."

"Swordsmanship? I've never done it..."

Sounds interesting!

Because I'm doing this, they think I'm a man, but the blood's making a scene!