“Look, it’s Princess Fairis!”

“Kyah!”

“Your Highness!”

The early autumn breeze was pleasant in the royal capital of the Alfheim Empire.
A triumphal parade was being held to celebrate their victory in the “War of the Seven Kingdoms” that had been waged for about ten years.

The parade is guided by Fairis Garcia, the first princess of the Kingdom.
Riding in a roofless carriage drawn by white horses, not a mere princess but The Warrior Princess who seized half of the continent at the age of 20.

It is largely due to this princess’s natural talent that this long term war was finished in days, after she started commanding the troops.
At the age of 16, The General of the Shadows as many referred to her, was feared by both allies and enemies for her bold tactics.
Many said that she knew every move of the enemy even before they decide to do it.

“Thank you all~!”

But by all means, she is a young, dainty princess.
Dressed in a lime green dress, Fairis waved her hand to the people while her beautiful silver hair is fluttering in the air.
Her black eyes look intelligent and dignified, and her face gives off an aura of dignity, worthy of a person standing atop a mountain.

Fairis’ slender physique is not suited to the battlefield where muscular men fight, even her own soldiers doesn’t understand it.

“Thanks to the princess, we’ll finally have peace!”

“Oh, there will be more trade with the neighboring countries, and the men who have been in the military service will come back. The city will come alive again!”

“Thank God, thank God.”

The people started to look at her as if she were the angel who had come down from heaven to save them.

(Ah…! Here it is. Here it is! The ending has to be like this. I never felt so fulfilled in my entire life!)

Waving her hand, Fairis shivered with glee under her cool smile.
As it should be, this world was different from the ‘game’ she had cleared in her previous life.

What she is living in now, is the reality.
It’s a harsh world where life or death depends on one’s knowledge and skill.

(We saw this parade in the ending. It proceeds down the boulevard with countless flower petals dancing towards the castle, and… But he’s still too late! Oh my! This Carriage is too slow!)

As she waves her hand gracefully, thoughts float in and out of her head.

(Ah, the envy of the people is a pleasant feeling. Especially the faces of those old generals of the other units who didn’t acknowledge me before… Ha ha ha, look at you now!)

Her desire to mock the Generals at her side with a big triumphant face was big, but she decided that the thing most beneficial for her now is look like a princess who only thinks on everybody’s happiness.

There is no one who realizes her true intentions among all the enthusiastic people that look up to their savior.

(Now, what shall we do about the reconstruction of the Kingdom in the future? … From now on, there will be no scenarios, no tasks, no events. I’m going to build my own country! It’s going to be a different kind of headache than I’ve had in the past, but… I’m looking forward to it!)

Having played the game many times gave her advantages, but she also had to work hard.
From bringing those who underestimated her because of her young age and gender to their knees, many times with different opponents and situations, having to act sometimes supple and sometimes boldly, everything for the sake of ending the Seven Kingdoms War.

(Finally we can relax a bit…! What shall we do first? Make the current territory more prosperous, or convince other kingdoms to come to the celebration and boost tourism?! It’s also important to expand our profitable pancake shops, opening branches in the whole world, and… Oh! There is no need to worry about all the things I have to do… Not yet~!)

When she couldn’t suppress her grin anymore she opened her fan to hide it, then she heard the voice of her aide, Joes, who was sitting next.

“Lady Fairis…”

“What is it?”

When called out in a hushed voice, Fairis unconsciously drops her voice as well.

Joe is a handsome, neutral-looking aide with a beautiful face, black hair tied and falling on his right shoulder.
An exemplary supportive figure, wearing a black coat over his formal attire, his trademark glasses and a soft smile.

His personality has many problems, but on the outside, he’s a handsome 26-year-old man that many women admire.
If she were a normal young lady, her cheeks would probably be tinted red, as his face is gently drawn to mine, and he whispers in my ear.

However, Fairis doesn’t change a single second and gazes into Joes’ eyes at close range.

“It’s good. Now that the Kingdom’s war is over, you can finally look for a fiancé.”

“…Yeah.”

Fairis twitches her eyebrows trying to not click her tongue.
(The issue of marriage is the last thing I want to think about right now.)

Getting a fiancé is unavoidable because she was born a princess.
In terms of nobility, having a fiancé is requirement for being a princess.

Besides, her younger brother who will inherit the throne is only five years old.
Although her fathe— The king is still alive and in good health, if something were to happen, she and her husband would have to take charge of the country until her brother ascends the throne.

However, Fairis really thinks that the war is finally over, there is no need for her to find a fiancé any time soon.

“Joe, are you serious about that? I’d like to take it easy, travel around the country… and then, I’ll think about my future husband”

(Marriage is too troublesome.)

“The last time you told me that, was when you were ten years old, and now? Another 10 years?”

“Ugh.”

(It’s not something to talk about in the middle of a parade for the end of the war, marriage is something for the future. Saying it now is absolutely out of place.)

But Joe puts a silent pressure on her.
Fairis has dodged so far the idea, so he chose another method.

“That excellent brain of you must be passed on, right?”

Joe, who worships Fairis cleverness, really thinks she should bequeath her talent to future generations.
But she doesn’t overestimate herself.

(A brilliant mind?! What I was able to do until now is basically because I followed the game scenario! I did work hard, though. However, I would venture to say that my real talent is that in my previous life I was a person who played games for 12 hours a day. Yes, that’s all.)

Joe continues to apply pressure with a smiling face to the princess, who continues to wave her hands without cracking her perfect smile.

“Quickly choose your fiancé! You’ve met so many men on the battlefield, you have one or two you like, don’t you?”

(Pardon? You were there too, right? There was no time to be in love! It was life or death situation every day. Though there were the game’s characters I liked because of their abilities, it’s their skills what I liked. I’ve never been conscious of them as men.)

“Well, yes. There are plenty of men I want as my future subordinates.”

“That’s not what I meant! And you know that!”

“My favorite, by the way, is General Flavio.”

“You can’t marry an old white haired general!”

“Well, it’s not like I can’t –“

“The General has a wife and children!!”

General Flavio is a gray-haired, short-haired, squidgy old general.
He’s a forty-five-year-old man who stands two meters tall, knocks down enemies with a giant battleaxe, and thinks of Fairis as one of his little daughters.

“At least… Choose someone who is on his thirties, or maybe twenties, please!”

“Right? Oh! Joe, are you going to marry me?”

After mockingly saying, so she glanced at him and saw that his always neat face was pasted with a false smile that was to stop himself from yelling.
She smiled silently like waiting for an answer.
There is no need to ask to know what he was thinking (What are you talking about, are you stupid?!!)

“Just kidding”

“Of course.”

After being rejected in obvious thoughts, Fairis glares at Joe with disapproval.

(Well, even I would refuse Joe. Ahhh, I haven’t even liked anyone since I was born in this world, I’m only 20 years old and my romantic side may have died– no it never existed!)

“Why do you mind it so much? Royalty often have their marriage partners decided on at a much younger age than they should have been. Lady Fairis, you have been running around the battlefield for so long that the age for marriage is nearly over for you! How can you keep postponing it? The late queen will come back from hell to punish me!”

“Why do you assume that my mother is in hell!”

“It’s your mother.”

“What do you mean, Joe?”

“Oh, by the way, the victory celebration party will be a matchmaking event, so be sure to dress up properly, ok? You are the first to…”

(The carriage moves slowly and slowly… Oh! A stone.)
While Joe was still talking, Fairis started wondering about everything to distract herself.

“The castle is starting to look like a prison.”

“It’s simila– different! Once you get back to the castle, I’m sure there will be a mountain of possible grooms to come, and I hope you’ll be able to choose from them, or find out for yourself, or at least, choose someone decent within this year.”

“A year? That’s impossible.”

(Should I seriously consider setting up Joe as my fiancé?)
The though was funny, but she discarded it fast, they probably would end up killing each other even before the wedding.

(A team of warriors, nothing more, nothing less.)
Even if they are imprisoned in a bedroom for a 100 years nothing would happen between them.

“Well, we’ll figure it out in time.”

The look from Joe hurts her.
Fairis is interested in ruling a country, not in love or marriage.

Translated by Djurasico (dot) home (dot) blog