Chapter 57: The Boy and the Imperial Guard
When Godrick woke up, he was in a strange place.
If someone had to say where it is in one word, it’s an ambulance. A modified military truck belonging to the Imperial Guard.
Godrick, who by good fortune, encountered the Yamato Imperial Guard and was able to survive the Moruro’s attack.
He was found unconscious by the Imperial Guards, “Wait, this one is not a Moruro people? Should we pick this one up as a way to do a favor for the locals?” Thus he was saved.
“It hurts. Please be a little more gentle.”
“…You’re being annoying. Even so, are you a man? It’s pathetic to complain about pain.”
Godrick, who is sitting on the bed in the ambulance, getting bandages wrapped around his shoulder where he received an arrow.
The bespectacled military doctor lady, wearing a maid’s uniform that doesn’t suit her, looks at him like he’s a pig in a pigsty.
By the way, she is 37 years old this year.
She is reaching an age that is considered dangerous for someone who belongs to the Imperial Guard, a group that allows only young and beautiful women.
“So, after this, I want you to meet with the Führer. You seem to be a local in this area, so we would like to inquire some information.”
“Führer… ?”
“If I were to explain it to an idiot like you, should I say it is something like a king? This is exactly why I can’t stand country bumpkins”
……By the way, this military doctor. It’s not that she particularly dislikes Godrick. She simply dislikes men.
She especially dislikes men of the pathetic type to the point of nausea.
There must have been a lot going on in the past.
“Look well, the Führer is not the kind of person who would associate with filthy trash like you. Be careful not to be disrespectful…”
“Heh, being disrespectful, huh…”
You are the one who is being more disrespectful, aren’t you? That’s what Godrick wanted to say, but did not actually voice it out. Because something is off about these guys.
Godric, having finished his treatment, leaves the ambulance.
When he goes outside, he looks around and mumbles.
“Ah, I knew there was something wrong with these people.”
What is in front of him is a world that is truly unknown to the people of the fantasy world.
In the corner of the Moruro plains, there is a modern-style defensive encampment being built on top of a hill that’s slightly higher than the surrounding area.
A network of trenches has been set, and the armored units are lining up ready for battle. The artillery unit laid out an array of cannons, and the anti-aircraft guns raised their barrels high up into the sky.
And soldiers dressed in maid’s outfits are bustling and running among these weapons.
“You, what is the reconnaissance status?”
“Yes, no enemy activity has been detected in the surrounding area.”
A maid who appears to be a superior asks something from her subordinates.
“Can’t you get in touch with the advance armored division yet?”
“The radio signal is still in bad shape. Please wait a little longer, our communications team is pulling the communication lines.”
“Make it quick. If anything happens to the Führer, the country will perish!”
“…I was able to make contact with the Marine Corps! They’re going to send the reconnaissance regiment over here.”
The maids are then busy gathering information on the radio.
All of them appear to be on edge and constantly keeping an eye on their surroundings.
Godrick, who is a country bumpkin from the forest and doesn’t know about the existence of wireless radio or have any military knowledge, has no idea what is going on.
They seem to be really busy. Or rather, what the heck is wrong with these guys, aren’t they stupid for talking to a strange lump of iron?
He just absent-mindedly stared at them.
In the meantime…
He remembered, “Come to think of it, someone called the Führer seems to be calling me.”
Now, he wonders where the Führer is?
After a moment’s thought, he asked a maid with a ponytail who was leaning her back against a nearby tank, “Umm, I’ve been called by someone called the Führer…”
And in the next moment.
Without saying a word, he was beaten by her. He was struck in the face with the butt of a gun.
“It hurts! What the hell! I was just talking to you.”
While blood is trickling down from his battered nose, he voices his complaints.
The maid with a ponytail said to him, “I don’t like the way how you referred the Führer. You should have respect for the great Führer” she answered while pointing a finger.
“Haa? What the hell is wrong with you? Are you worshiping the Führer or something…”
Who the heck is this esteemed Führer, but is he really someone worthy of such praise?
The civilization collapsed a long time ago because of the Moruro people.
Not to mention the king, who is a symbol of power, even the nobles are a thing of the past. In his mind, the village chief is undoubtedly the highest authority figure.
We’re all human anyway. You don’t have to hit me just because of a way of calling.
That kind of dissatisfaction must have seeped into his expression.
“Habuba!… You don’t have to hit me silently, do you?”
“Because your face annoyed me.”
He was struck one more time with the butt of the gun.
“…And who the heck are you anyway?”
Godrick was struck and knocked to the ground. As he stood up unsteadily, he heard.
“I’m Captain Nishi from the 1st Armored Battalion of the Imperial Guard. I am the Führer’s personal driver.”
“What’s that strange way of speaking?”
“This is the current trend. The Führer said, ‘Military-style speech is cool’, therefore, everyone is doing it… Ah, I made a mistake. Ahem, that’s how it is.”
“Huh.”
What is with this weird way of speaking? These guys must be really crazy to like something like that.
Godrick was convinced.
“By the way, it seems that she got hooked after watching war movies. Führer sure is easily influenced. But that’s what makes her so cute.”
Captain Nishi, slightly blushes her cheeks.
Godrick finds himself slightly smitten by the expression of the cute girl in the maid outfit, but on second thought, he finds it a bit odd.
After all, she’s blushing while saying her own country’s leader is cute.
If you were to use Godric as an analogy, it would be like blushing at the old geezer of the village chief.
If one were to give an example from Japan, it would be saying the old man who is the Prime Minister is cute.
No way, Godrick did not expect the country’s leader to be a beautiful girl, which leads him to comment, “This is crazy…” He ends up thinking that.
But let’s gracefully ignore this.
Godrick has also developed a variety of tolerances.
“Ahh I see, well, I want to go to that Führer, could you show me the way? I’m being called by that Führer.”
“Führer calling for an ugly brat like you?”
“Ugly… Well, I may be dirty compared to you guys…”
A beautiful woman in cute maid outfits. From the perspective of such gorgeous Imperial Guard members, Godrick, who is a country bumpkin, may be filthy, but it is unnecessary to say that out loud…
Also, Godrick is not as bad as they say.
In the village, he’s handsome enough to be in the top ten. Well, to begin with, the population is small, and there are only about 20 competitors.
“…I want to say that it is impossible… Ahem, however. I will go and confirm just in case.”
Hey, hey, your tone is falling apart at the end.
Thinking so, Godric was a little hurt in his heart as he wondered, “Is my face really that bad?”, he saw off Captain Nishi who was leaving.
A few minutes later, after confirmation, Godric was escorted by Captain Nishi to a camping trailer in the middle of the field.
It is the thing that looks like a big American pickup truck.
“Führer is in there. If you show even the slightest disrespect… You will be killed by the Chief of the Imperial Guard, understood?”
“Chief of the Imperial Guard? What is that?”
“It’s Ayame-dono. She is famous for being overprotective of Führer. If something were to happen to the Führer…”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
It’s okay, it’s okay.
While saying that, he called himself “Godrick” to the maid guarding the front of the door, and opened the door of the trailer.
The guard maid makes a surprise face that says, ah. Captain Nishi also involuntarily said out loud, “Oh no.”
Well, of course. Because he didn’t knock.
“What do you say, Eryu-san? I made today’s lunch. Say ‘ahhhh’.”
“Hmm, it’s delicious, Ayame-san.”
“Ehehe… Oh, there is sauce on your mouth. ――Pero.”
“Wai… So suddenly… Sto-…”
“Oh, is it okay if I stop? I won’t do it if Eryu-san says you don’t like it.”
“…Now you’re teasing me, don’t make me say it.”
……He slammed the door shut.
He feels as if he has seen something he shouldn’t have. No, it’s not that he just gets the feeling. He ended up looking at something that he almost certainly should not have.
Somehow, two beautiful girls were acting lovey-dovey with each other. One of them is a maid with black hair and the other one has long silver hair. These girls are too cute for Godrick’s common sense.
Could it be that cute one is the Führer? You’re kidding, right?
He turned his head awkwardly, creaking like a machine that had run out of oil.
In front of him was a member of the Imperial Guard, holding a rifle and brimming with killing intent.
“…I messed up.”
At the same time as he said that, the butt of the gun struck him in the face.
Sensing something unusual, the maids gathered from all over the place. All of them have their weapons at the ready with their bayonets pointed at Godrick, ready to attack.
“Eek, ahhh!”
If there is one saving grace for him, could it be that he was surrounded by beautiful maids while he was being beaten?
They have a nice smell.
The poor guy was so badly injured that it would take him two months to make a full recovery. He went straight back to the ambulance.
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Author Note:
Thank you for always reading! I also appreciate typo reports!
Somehow, I feel that the Führer is acting more girlish than necessary. It wasn’t necessarily my intention, but the character was moving on its own and that was the result.
At first, I wanted to make the character a bit more cool, but… Can I still change the direction at this point?
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