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 15: Strategy Order 5 - Take Anela-san Outside

Chapter 15: Strategy Order 5 – Take Anela-san Outside!

The day marked both the end of summer and the end of summer vacation.

“Shun! I know about trains! —Ouch♡”

“Be quiet on the train!”

A beautiful girl with black hair wearing a pure white dress shouted loudly, so I gently placed an amusement park pamphlet on her head.

Then, she reacted exaggeratedly with a voice that exposed her dreamy mindset.

I never thought that while holding onto the handrail and feeling the train’s vibrations, Anela-san would say something that made her seem like a complete country bumpkin to onlookers.

Moreover, I wondered where she learned about trains, as she smugly flashed a triumphant look into my field of vision.

When I looked down, she bent her waist to peek at my face while showing off her smug expression. When I looked up, she stood on her tiptoes to look up at my face while flaunting that same smug expression.

So, I thought it was unavoidable that I had to reprimand her with the amusement park pamphlet.

“I’m excited for the amusement park! Are there guns? —Ouch♡”

Don’t mix dangerous words like guns with the peaceful symbol of an amusement park.

It’s risky because people around us gave us cold stares.

Yes, I was currently riding the train with Anela-san, heading to the city’s largest amusement park.

Our battle was already over.

The final battle to take Anela-san outside ended with the black bullet of High School Boy’s Night.

When we returned home, Anela-san lay sprawled out, as if she had burned out.

“Shun… I think I’m done for…”

I felt a chill when she noticed me entering the room while facing the balcony.

I didn’t encourage Anela-san, who was visibly depressed.

War comes with sacrifices.

So, I didn’t take actions that would make those sacrifices meaningless.

No matter what, I couldn’t say, “You only got killed once, so don’t worry about it,” even if my mouth tore apart.

I knew that would reignite the flames of war.

Thus, even though I knew it was ruthless, I didn’t do anything foolish.

Honestly, I couldn’t see a future where I’d win if I faced Anela-san again.

Anela-san had locked onto me alone from the start.

High School Boy’s Night used that trait for victory.

There was no repeatability.

First, gathering people on the bulletin board became difficult.

The name of High School Boy’s Night echoed throughout ‘Grand of Gun’ for delivering death to Princess Colonel, but Dreadful Black Knight also became famous in a way.

Dreadful Black Knight, originally meant to be a symbol of fear, fought valiantly leading world rankers but was outwitted by Princess Colonel, according to rumors on the bulletin board.

No one would follow such a person again.

Even Mitsunari Ishida lost followers after losing the Battle of Sekigahara.

It was the same for me.

But the strategy was generally good.

In fact, Anela-san was now brooding.

All I had to do was cleverly lure her outside.

“Guns don’t suit you.”

For some reason, I felt like acting cool, so instead of saying, “Do you realize how it feels to be shot!?” something else came out.

If Anela-san responded with “Guns?” again, I was confident I’d lock myself in the bathroom immediately.

Indeed, the situation where a victor appeared before a loser drove people mad.

“Tch, does that mean hand grenades suit me better!?”

“No!! Stay away from games!!”

God, this high-spec game-brained princess.

A normal girl would blush and say, “Does that mean flowers suit me better?” in response.

Why didn’t such romantic conversations ever happen between me and Anela-san…?

“You don’t want to see ‘Grand of Gun’ anymore, right?”

“No, not at all?”

“You’re tired of shooting people with a gun while munching on potato chips, right?”

“No, not at all?”

“No, get more depressed!!”

Why was Anela-san, who was sprawled out earlier, now casually holding a controller?

I didn’t need a battle manga arc where the protagonist stood up again after losing once.

You don’t have to fight anymore.

If you weren’t here, the world of ‘Grand of Gun’ would be peaceful.

“Doesn’t it hurt to get shot?”

“No, only the avatar hurts!”

“Aren’t you trembling with fear of getting shot again?”

“I’m trembling with excitement to shoot next time!”

“No!! That’s not the scenario I envisioned!!”

“Shun!”

The scenario I envisioned went like this:

‘You lost, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, I lost…’

‘There are better things outside than games, you know? How about a change of pace?’

‘I’ll go!’

I was supposed to be the one who defeated her and smirked inwardly!

Why was this princess so resilient?

Wasn’t it unfair for a princess, supposedly raised in a greenhouse, to be this resilient?

Also, I wasn’t acting weird, so don’t call my name with such concern.

Why was she casually sitting seiza-style and patting her knees?

Don’t invite me to a lap pillow with that “I’ll listen if you’re struggling” vibe.

Why did a princess from another world know about seiza?

If I hadn’t been looking at the scenery beyond the balcony, some mad scientist would’ve—

“Hey, aren’t you interested in High School Boy’s Night’s strength?”

For now, I was tired, so I lay down using Anela-san’s lap as a pillow.

A scent of lavender and potatoes drifted from her, numbing my thoughts.

“I want to know about that!”

“The secret is hidden at the amusement park.”

“The secret to High School Boy’s Night’s strength is hidden at the amusement park!?”

“…Yeah.”

“I’ll play that game right now!”

“It’s not a game!!”

As a last-ditch effort, I made up a story, and unexpectedly, Anela-san took the bait.

The pause in my response came from my conscience, thinking it wasn’t good to lie to an innocent girl.

But on second thought, I figured even lying to get this otaku shut-in princess outside would be good for her, so I said it firmly.

“For now, wash that wig.”

“It’s still good for two more days!”

…Alright, lie or not, I’d take this otherworldly princess, who was merging with potatoes via her wig, outside.

I stood up while enduring the fatigue of the fierce battle, and went to wash Anela-san’s wig.