Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation (無職転生 ～異世界行ったら本気だす～)

What color were they? I'm so curious.

A deep pink, and if I recall,

a blush of orange diffused around the edge.

That does sound lovely.

Wow. I tend to think that they're at their prettiest

when they're cherry blossom pink and standing tall.

Indeed, your Highness, you are correct. But those

that are soft and folded away do possess their own unique charm.

My goodness. It almost sounds as if you prefer them inverted.

If the taste is sweet, what more could I ask for?

You can be so crude sometimes, you know that.

If I may, is this appropriate? You will someday rule this kingdom.

It ill becomes Your Highness to make

bedfellows of vulgar gossip and lust. Ah.

Come now, dear Derek, you go on

like that nearly all the time.

But I'm only the second princess. I have

two elder brothers and one sister.

As long as they live, I cannot possibly inherit the throne.

Nevertheless, I'm quite satisfied to go on sipping

tea and living my life exactly as I please.

Oh.

Oh, Princess, you have to flee.

Your Highness. You must claim the crown.

Luke. I leave the rest to you.

Never.

Princess Ariel.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Am I dreaming? No. You're awake.

Where am I? And the royal palace of Azura.

Uh oh. Who are you? Where did you come from? Buna village.

And how did you get here? I don't really know.

I was just falling all of a sudden.

So Vitola is no more, it would seem.

Huh?

Your home is gone now. Finding

your friends and family will prove difficult if they even still live.

As for you. You may well be imprisoned

or pressed into service for trespassing on the palace grounds.

But if you wear these and remain at my side,

I will do everything in my power to find your family.

So don't worry. I'll keep you safe.

But in the meantime, from this moment forth,

take a new face and name.

Ah, Your Highness. Good morning. Good morning to you, too.

Luke. Fitz.

And what a lovely morning it is.

Tell me Luke has my itinerary for

the day been settled yet? Yes.

Following breakfast, you will mingle in the

great Hall with our noble guests.

And this afternoon you will be meeting

with Lord Pillman in the usual place.

Must you call him Lord Pillman? Even in my presence?

Why stand on ceremony in regard to your own father?

I prefer to keep my private life separate from my official duties.

Oh, here she is. It's Princess Aria.

Good morning, dear friends of the court.

How do you do? It's a pleasure

to see you all. I'm delighted you've come.

Well, well, fancy meeting you here, Lord lemon.

You look radiant, as always. We must speak soon.

I hope you didn't forget. No, I remember.

What's this? Why would you need to speak in such hushed tones?

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were conspiring.

Oh, my dearest brother Grabell. Good morning.

And you're not too far off. You see,

we were conspiring about our afternoon snack,

weren't we, sir? Indeed, as Her Highness says.

Speaking of snacks, I hear that you,

my noble sister, whose mother is the

lawful queen and not a concubine,

have recently discovered the allure of a sumptuous

cake crowned with berries that you may wish to make for yourself.

Don't be silly, brother. I'm a novice baker.

You're aware of that? Such a confection

is far outside my reach, for now, at least.

And you, my Lord. As I recall,

you've always been one to save the berry on top,

to save her at the very end.

And as such, you've often had it snatched

out from under your nose before you've

had so much as a taste. Is that how you see it? I

don't recall it in those terms.

You're a grown man, Lord Pillman. It's

high time you decided for yourself.

To whom you seed that berry. Why, of course it is. And to

whom else but you, Prince Capelle?

I'm glad to hear it. Do let

me hear that lovely singing voice of yours again sometime.

That's the only reason you ever need

to take to the public stage.

How unsettling.

You mean Princess Ariel's extracurriculars? It's not only her.

Look, that elf boy remind me of his name again.

They call him Silent Fitz. No one has ever heard him speak.

I doubt he's even cracked so much as a smile.

Straighten up and quit shifting your weight.

I know all this standing is hard

on your feet, but don't let it show.

Focus. Always keep your eyes on the princess.

Why, lady Hermes, you look radiant as ever. Goodness.

Hello, sir. Luke. Tell me, how fares the Lord? Your father?

He's well, I believe I see him there.

I'll be right back. Don't let your guard down.

So that's silent. Fits along.. The wall. I take it he..

Hardly looks.. Well bred to.. Move me.

He made me some great lords. Bastard child.

If he can pass a sturdy. No,

I don't believe that for a minute.

To look for any.

Well, I must have fits. You look flushed all of a sudden.

Are you all right? Yeah. Let me help you up.

Huh? What dainty hands you have. Good, sir.

He's right. Almost girlish, I'd say.

Oh.

Ramparts towering over.. To protect the place.

In rippling waves of gold and seas of gray.

Ain oh usera we sink to. May you reign eternally.

Did not my lord brother, wish to hear

me sing for the people once again?

Yes. Let's hear it for my enchanting sister, Bravissima.

If you'll raise your glasses. Ladies and gentlemen,

we'll toast to the kingdom of Asaro's radiant future. Huzzah!

Huzzah! The princess is as popular as ever,

I see. How lovely for her.

You're lucky. Her Highness was so quick

thinking to pull focus from you.

I'm so sorry. Oh, Fitz. Don't be.

I owe you my life. That was the least I could do.

Luke and I will always be here for you, no matter what. Okay?

At this point, I dare say that we're practically friends.

We've made a surreptitious overtures to all

the key groups the orders of knights and mages,

the royal Guard, the city watch. Your Highness.

It's a roundabout way of doing things,

but I suppose we've no choice.