It Seems Like the Balcony of My Room Is Connected to a Princess’s Bedroom in Another World ~The Lewd and Yandere Princess Won’t Let Me Go~ - Chapter 13: Strategy Order 3 - Escape from the Pursuer’s Grasp

Chapter 13: Strategy Order 3 – Escape from the Pursuer’s Grasp!

“There are no people around… If Shun sets up an ambush, this is the spot. R-2, you go at maximum battle speed to Point P16-One-Six and fire a bazooka ahead. Dobu, you snipe the enemies that appear.”

“Roger.”

“Roger.”

“Stupid!!”

“Alright.”

“Alright.”

“Understood, stupid!! Dreadful Black Knight.”

“Call it terror!!”

No!! This isn’t a directive!!

Also, Anela, you just learned the alphabet recently, so don’t act like you’re using it proficiently!!

It’s frustrating, but Anela coordinates the field around her own position.

Unfortunately, the coordinate system only allies understand isn’t shared with me, the enemy and the host.

I don’t know where R-2 is coming from…

Anela’s monitor instructions are not possessive, so I don’t know R-2’s position…

“Everyone, escape from that spot right now!!”

“Alright, my dictionary has no word for retreat.”

“Alright, I didn’t expect it to go this far…”

“Understood, everyone, escape from that spot right now!!”

It’s no use.

Despite their responses, one has no intention of following, and the other is already in despair mode…

“Kyaa!!”

“Gyaa!!”

Screams of agony echo through the headset.

Along with R-2’s bazooka shells, Long-Lived Cicada and Avocado, hiding behind the decayed wall next door, explode spectacularly.

That is the fate of war criminals who don’t follow instructions.

I think Anela’s lips curl slightly upward on the smartphone, then a sudden charge signal is given.

As a result, the two cooperating war criminals are easily killed.

As world rankers, they must have their own pride and integrity. But even so, if they can’t stand up to Princess Colonel, it’s meaningless.

Long-Lived Cicada’s unyielding stubbornness and Avocado’s quick situational awareness make them the strongest world-ranked players.

Only High School Boy’s Night and I barely survive.

The moment I give instructions, High School Boy’s Night quickly runs in the opposite direction from Princess Colonel.

I’m a bit clumsy with controls, so I escape late and take the blast.

Thanks to that, my initial equipment clothes are in tatters, and I become battered all over.

Who would’ve thought the drawback of using a new account would show up here?

Since it’s an unfamiliar account, the controller doesn’t feel right.

If I used The Tension, this wouldn’t have happened…

Why do I hear R-2 and Dobu’s voices too?

Because Anela turns up the volume to an unbelievable level, obviously.

It supposedly adds realism.

Thanks to that, even we feel overflowing realism.

But that’s not the issue.

Why does Anela read our actions!?

“Shun! Did you think I don’t grasp your actions!?”

Why!?

Why does Anela look at me!?

“I studied cameras in this game!”

Stop!!

Don’t talk about games like they’re textbooks!! And stop that smirking face too!!

Yes, Anela looks at me now, wearing a wicked grin.

Apparently, she learned about cameras in Grand of Gun Mechanics, so she noticed the security camera accomplice.

It’s definitely not because the cheap security camera has poor performance, placed next to Anela for clear audio and visuals.

She kindly mutes the mic to prevent exposing my embarrassing blunder to her teammates.

That’s the only saving grace.

If world rankers R-2, Dobu, and Chepucha think the Dreadful Black Knight is a fool, I won’t have the courage to log back into Grand of Gun.

That’s the only salvation…

But I won’t give up…

I won’t give up!!

“High School Boy’s Night, retreat!! Escape until Long-Lived Cicada and Avocado revive!!”

“You forgot the ‘san’?”

“This isn’t the time to discuss that!!”

Since talking to the two war criminals erased from the battlefield is pointless, I mute the mic and urgently instruct High School Boy’s Night.

But he takes it easy.

“Don’t panic. We still have a chance.”

I unwittingly feel strength and reassurance in his words.

High School Boy’s Night genuinely believes we can still turn this around, even now.

As expected of High School Boy’s Night.

There’s a reason he plays games every night.

“Everyone, listen! We still have High School Boy’s Night!”

“Alright, 59 seconds until revival.”

“Alright, 58 seconds until revival.”

I check Long-Lived Cicada and Avocado’s revival wait time, turn on the mic, and encourage everyone to boost morale.

Now is the time to show leadership. I shouldn’t lose to Anela.

“There should still be two alive. Dreadful Black Knight and one other survive. Chepucha, change clothes and ambush from behind.”

“Roger.”

Call it terror!!

No, that’s not the issue.

How does Anela know my new account!?

It’s coming!!

He’s coming!!

A heavy spender with a thousand outfits, so I don’t know what he’s wearing.

What should I do… What can I do…

How do I deal with a princess who knows the meaning of cameras but not ambushes…

Even though my instructions leak through the camera…

“Total slaughter…”

“Alright, 43 seconds until revival.”

“Alright, 42 seconds until revival.”

“Huh…?”

At this point, I shoot everyone who comes near.

I can’t expect support from those needing over 40 seconds to revive.

“Fall back while firing all bullets!!”

“Alright, 39 seconds until revival.”

“Alright, 38 seconds until revival.”

“Huh…?”

Don’t respond when you’re dead!!

Don’t act like you’re relevant when you can’t do anything!!

Amid the deafening gunfire, no one falls.

Only gunpowder smoke rises from the muzzle and bullet marks remain on the ground.

“It worked, Shun!”

“What!?”

“Alright, 37 seconds until revival.”

“Alright, 36 seconds until revival.”

“Huh? I said huh… but what!?”

No, I’m not asking you.

“Instructing Chepucha was a fake to shake you up, Shun!”

Huh…? A fake…?

I… was tricked…? Me…!?

But stop that smug face.

Don’t turn to the camera dramatically every time you talk to me!

“R-2, charge!”

“Roger.”

With Anela’s command, R-2 runs toward me, the Dreadful Black Knight survivor, and High School Boy’s Night, the other survivor.