Okinawa.
Naha Airport Terminal.
A beautiful girl with a cold impression and pink-blond twin tails steps off the plane and enters the terminal.
A name tag attached to her school uniform reads “Evangelin Stewart” in English, swaying gently.
That’s right.
She is Evangelin Stewart, the princess of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and the Student Council President of St. George Academy.
Her pink eyes waver as she takes in the terminal’s scenery.
“This is… Okinawa.”
English flows from her lips.
“It is the land where he will soon arrive…”
Evangelin speaks dreamily.
Thump.
Her heart beats within her ample chest.
William Stewart.
Her half-brother who has always ignored and trampled on her, sometimes looking at her with malicious intent.
The one who saved her from his oppression is none other than Kim Deok-Sung.
To Evangelin, who grew up like a flower in a greenhouse, like a princess in a fairy tale, Kim Deok-Sung was nothing less than a prince on a white horse.
“Hawa-wawa-wawa… What should I do? Would he dislike a girl who can’t eat spicy fire chicken noodles?”
Evangelin mumbles while cupping her pink cheeks with both hands.
Koreans and their spicy food.
A Korean should be able to enjoy something like fire chicken noodles without a problem.
Misled by distorted internet information, Evangelin challenges herself every day to eat a bag of fire chicken noodles.
But she still hasn’t gotten used to that spiciness.
She can’t manage even a third of a bag.
Evangelin regrets that fact deeply.
“…Just a little more effort.”
Determined, Evangelin sets her resolve.
Behind her, students from the British St. George Academy appear.
This happened just one day before summer school, less than 24 hours.
Summer School (Illustration)
On the day of summer school.
I arrived in Okinawa from Tokyo on a plane, riding a bus with the A-class students to the coral beach where summer school was being held.
Brrrrrrr.
The bus drives in a line on the roads of Okinawa.
The summer sun beats down harshly outside the window, but the inside is cool, likely thanks to the air conditioning.
“Finally summer, huh?”
“It’s my first time in Okinawa, and I’m so nervous!”
“Did you buy a swimsuit?”
“Of course! What about you?”
“Well, I…”
The extras chat among themselves, creating a racket reminiscent of a market inside the bus.
They’re all young, and the fact they’re going to the beach in summer seems to have them all excited.
Suddenly, I recall the past.
When I went on a retreat in high school, the bus was just as lively and excited.
University MT was the same.
A nostalgic place, but one I can no longer return to. Yet I must.
But that day, Olivia’s words from France keep echoing in my mind.
Olivia’s words keep echoing in my head.
‘You want me to give a proper answer only after I’ve resolved all the matters I’m hiding?’
That’s not an option.
Resolving my matters means leaving this world behind.
But I can’t just abandon this world either.
I already have too many responsibilities here.
This crazy, messed-up light novel world, really.
‘Do I have no choice but to take full responsibility for everything?’
[Of course you do. A partner. If you’re a man, a guy, a gentleman. That’s how it should be.]
The Black Prince gives a serious piece of advice.
Both this world and the other.
I have no choice but to take responsibility for both.
But that’s the issue—it’s not easy.
Should I really open up a true two-way dimensional gate?
They didn’t even have that in the original story.
As I seriously ponder this, I hear a voice.
“Master, do you like swimming?”
Eri, the orange twin-tailed beautiful girl sitting next to me, chimes in.
She’s sitting here because she won the rock-paper-scissors tournament, where my seat was the prize, just before we board the bus at the airport.
Thanks to that, my grand plan to sit next to Yuji instead was utterly crushed.
Speaking of swimming…
“I don’t dislike it.”
Who doesn’t enjoy a summer getaway?
Those university summer retreats were fun.
Playing in the valley water and grilling pork belly in the pension yard.
If only Chang-soo hadn’t thrown up on my head while sleeping next to me that night.
That damn Chang-soo.
He acts a fool every time he drinks.
“But I prefer valleys over the ocean.”
The sandy beach looks nice, but once you’re in and out of the water, you end up with sand stuck to your bare feet, and that’s no good.
[Partner, I’m disappointed. Isn’t the sea better than a valley? The cool sea breeze! The chilly seawater! The sound of waves crashing on the beach! Plus, beautiful ladies in bikinis!]
The Black Prince rambles in my head with a frivolous voice.
Even so, I’m not really a fan of the ocean.
Lying in the hot sun for a tan isn’t my cup of tea either.
The saltiness clinging to me when I come out of the water? No thanks.
“Huh? Really? But since we’re at the beach now, let’s swim together with Eri-ring and ride the dolphin float. Eri-ring wants to ride the dolphin float with Master!”
Rustle.
Eri waves what looks like a deflated dolphin float as she speaks.
“I’m not sure about the dolphin float, do what you want.”
But hey, I can’t visit Okinawa and not get in the water.
“Master, remember our promise?”
Eri beams and snuggles closer to me.
She leans her annoyingly cute face on my shoulder.
Why is she acting like this again?
[Wow, partner. You’re living the dream. Living the dream.]
The Black Prince babbles nonsensically in my head.
“What promise?”
Who wants to ride a dolphin float?
“Hey, Nishizawa. Are you cutting in line? Just the two of you on a dolphin float?”
“Exactly. Eri-chan, cutting in line is against the rules.”
Before Eri could even finish, Rin and Makoto, who had been sitting in front of us, popped their heads in.
“Who gave permission for my exclusive maid to ride the dolphin float with him without my consent, Miss Nishizawa?”
When Olivia, who was sitting alone in the back, chimed in too…
“Be-be-be-be-bep, Merorororong. Eri-ring promised to ride the dolphin float next to Master. Master himself made that promise with a pinky swear!”
“Lying is bad. Eri-chan. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo.”
Makoto pouts and glares at Eri.
Why is she making those silly sounds?
I’m going to lose it, seriously.
“I distinctly heard you didn’t say that earlier, washboard.”
“Hmph. Naturally. Cow. Master and Eri-ring are connected by this token of promise. Someone like you can’t possibly eavesdrop on Master and Eri-ring’s promises!”
“Because our hearts are connected, you don’t stand a chance of hearing the promise between Eri-Ring and my master, right?”
Eri glares at Rin while fiddling with the collar around her neck.
I thought they were getting along better lately, but here we are again.
You can’t change a dog’s habits.
And that damn collar—I’ve begged and pleaded to take it off, but now we’re supposed to be connected in heart?
Seriously, enough with the nonsense.
“Don’t say anything funny, Nishizawa. The only one connected to him in heart is me, his dedicated maid, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte!”
“What are you talking about? Bonaparte? While I might not be connected to him in heart, I’m connected in body!”
“I-I will be too! I’ll be connected to my master!”
Olivia and Rin react explosively to Eri’s words, along with Makoto.
Makoto’s comment might be skewed, but Olivia and Rin’s remarks are definitely out of line.
Connected in body? Dedicated maid?
Can we please stop this?
[Partner. Do something about this. Seriously.]
The Black Prince speaks in my head.
What could I possibly do?
“Still, the space next to my master is taken by the galaxy’s cutest girl, Eri-Ring★”
Snap.
Eri crosses her arms and winks, and at that moment, the glares from the three girls sharpens.
“Hey, I can see the ocean!”
“Really? It’s the ocean!”
“Where where?!”
The area bursts into excitement.
As soon as one extra finishes speaking, every student on the bus presses their faces against the windows.
Hearing about the ocean, Olivia, Rin, and Makoto’s gazes shift from Eri to the windows.
Mine and Eri’s gazes inevitably follow suit.
There it is: an emerald sea sparkling under the sun and a picture-perfect beach adorned with white sand.
Coral Beach.
The largest marine erosion site in Japan, located in Okinawa, and the summer school’s practice site for Shuo Hero Academy.
Finally arriving at the key stage of volume 6, just like in the anime.
*
Whooshhh.
The sound of crashing waves and the gulls cawing.
Plus, the scorching sun overhead.
Once we arrived at the summer school, the students quickly changed into swimsuits and were given free time until further instructions.
Under the shaded parasol.
As I laid on the sunbed, wearing square swim trunks with a beach hoodie, I watched the students frolicking in their swimsuits under the blazing sun.
“Master. How about it? Do you like Eri-Ring’s cute swimsuit? I’m going to unlock your heart with Eri-Ring’s swimsuit☆!”
Suddenly running up to me, Eri showed off her pink bikini adorned with frills and smiled bashfully.
With a frill-skirted bottom and a frill bikini top.
And she’s still wearing that collar.
Seriously, you’re wearing a collar with a swimsuit now?
Unbelievable.
“Flat-chested. Do you think you can capture his heart with that plain chest? After all, a big chest has always symbolized motherhood and femininity. My swimsuit, which emphasizes the greatest weapon of a woman—the chest—is the best! So, what do you think, Kim Deok-Sung? This is my ultimate weapon, the bikini!”
Beside her, Rin has also joined, proudly showing off her navy bikini under a sheer beach cardigan, spreading her arms wide with a serious face.
It’s just like Rin to talk about her body every chance she gets, and she certainly overwhelms other heroines with her figure. In a bikini, she’s practically cheating.
Despite my will, my blood is boiling; right now, Rin looks slightly dangerous.
Her smooth and toned thighs visible beneath her swimwear and her ample chest wrapped in her bikini.
Damn, this is crazy.
“Cow. Get that vulgar and lewd blob of fat away from me, and don’t cling carelessly to Eri-Ring’s master.”
“Get away. Don’t cling to Eri’s master carelessly.”
Eri puffs her cheeks upon seeing that.
Lin laughs triumphantly.
“Hmph. Jealousy from a flat-as-a-board cliff is just pathetic.”
“What? Cow. What did you just say?”
“I said your jealousy over something you’ve never had is pathetic. Washboard.”
“Yiiiiiiiiiiik!! How dare you, a lecherous cow!!”
Just then, while Lin and Eri were bickering as usual,
“Master, how does my swimsuit look?”
Makoto approaches shyly next to me.
She’s wearing a light green bikini.
A valley created by her enormous breasts comes into view, rivaling Lin’s.
Makoto shyly hugs a beach ball to her chest, lowering her head.
I thought it was fine in animation, but seeing it in person is really driving me crazy.
My face heats up against my will.
[Whoa, partner. You’re really living the high life.]
I can’t argue with the Black Prince’s words.
I adjust my sunglasses and turn my head for no reason.
“Well, it suits you well enough.”
“Really? Truly? Thank you for the compliment, Master!”
At my words, Makoto jumps up happily.
Her large breasts jiggle.
I just wish they wouldn’t do that.
“Hey, you there!”
Just then, I hear Olivia’s voice from afar.
With a soft patter, she struts across the white sand beach, confidence oozing from her steps.
Thud.
Wearing a straw hat, she raises one arm to the sky and shouts.
“What do you think? Isn’t my swimsuit fashion incomparable to other riffraff?”
Olivia’s swimsuit is a white monokini with plenty of frills, reminiscent of a princess.
The halter neck type plunges down, revealing her cleavage.
Why on earth are they wearing these things?
It’s embarrassing to look at.
I feel so shy.
As my gaze lands on her chest, Olivia’s face turns red.
She covers her chest with both hands and shouts.
“You idiot! Pervert! What are you staring at!? I’m wearing this embarrassing swimsuit for the first time just for you! Be grateful! Got it? If I weren’t your dedicated maid…”
Olivia rambles on.
This makes her seem a bit tsundere, huh?
I feel at ease thinking that.
Just then,
“So, whose swimsuit do you like the most, Master?”
“That’s right, Kim Deok-Sung.”
“Choose for us, Master.”
“Of course, it should be your dedicated maid over here, right?”
Suddenly, four girls in swimsuits stand in front of me, forcing yet another choice.
More of the same pattern after France.
Aren’t they getting tired of this?
I let out a sigh.
[Partner, you’d obviously choose my sister, right?]
Even the dimwitted Black Prince is here.
What a ruckus.
Just as I was about to say something,
“Everyone, step aside!”
From a distance, I hear a familiar yet forbidden voice.
Whose voice is that?
[Seira?!]
The president.
Could it really be the president?
Everyone’s gaze turns toward the voice.
And there she is.
“I have come here to witness the summer school of my beloved students!”
Swish.
With one arm proudly placed on her chest, she stretches the other arm toward the sky and shouts.
How ridiculous; Seira is also wearing an outrageous swimsuit.
And not just any swimsuit.
“Hey, yes. Kim Deok-Sung student. No, Deok-Sung oppa!”
Seira, wearing a straw hat, fixes her red gaze on me.
She’s calling me, oppa.
