I Woke Up Piloting the Strongest Starship, so I Became a Space Mercenary

The appointment is perfect if you use the message app to contact me for a minute because I want to talk a little bit on the way home from the cockpit where May is. No, I'm going to Elma's room thinking it's convenient not to have a benefit.

Mimi said she'd stay in the cockpit and talk a lot to May, but well, she cared. The journey from the cockpit to the living quarters is quite a long one. Mimi stayed in the cockpit and gave me time to think.

"That said,"

The conclusion is already made in me. I'm not willing to let go of Elma any more now.

Yeah, I can't say very much that I don't have a shallow appetite for exclusivity. But not only that, that's all. That, what? It would also be benevolent to abandon my parents because they are troublesome because of everything, or it would be a bit too out-of-town. I'm not that flirtatious with boulders.

And I got in front of Elma's room while I was putting my thoughts together.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

It's open.

When I knocked on the door of Conn and Elma's room, I heard Elma's shuddering voice over the speaker. I'm sorry, I'm suffering from a disease that makes me want to tear up and balance when I'm in too serial a situation.

Apologizing with no one in my heart, I touch the touch panel next to the door and open the door, entering Elma's room.

The interior of Elma's room is unexpectedly adorable. Such an image precedes her because there are single-eyed communal aliens she uses as stamps for message apps and strange creature stuffed animals like cats Mimi uses as stamps all over the place.

In fact, it's not even that fancy because there's a wine rack that perfectly manages the temperature and humidity on the wall, or a fridge filled with cold beer in the kink.

"What, no more. If you're coming in, I'm gonna kick your ass... Didn't we need to talk?

"Oh, yeah."

With Elma sitting on the bed, I decided to sit in a chair set up a little further away. Comfortable to sit on. This chair is automatically stored on the floor during combat.

Oh, don't let your thoughts deviate in weird directions. Why don't you? This kind of thing should go single-minded.

May told me about your parents' house.

"Uh... I see, yeah. Mae wouldn't be surprised if she was looking into it."

Elma laughed bitterly as she said so as she was convinced. It seems like a common perception that whatever Mae is doing is not strange, above all.

"Parents, you're the Viscount of Law."

"Yeah, it is. Sorry."

"I'm not sure what you're apologizing for, but I won't suffer. Forgive!"

"Hehe, what the hell is that?"

When I turned my chest against him and pardoned him with dignity, Elma looked at me like that and blew me crazy. Well, is the grasp something like OK?

"Well, it doesn't matter that Elma's home is noble, at this time. 'Cause now I'm not gonna throw out Elma for that reason."

"I'm glad to hear that word, but it'll definitely be a hassle, won't it?

"Well, if that's what Elma herself would say, I guess so. Trouble is I'm in trouble too. Trouble, but it's not like putting you on the scale. Is that what I'm saying? Is that what you're saying?

"What do you think? I don't think there's any misunderstanding."

Elma stares at my face. You're telling the truth, right? Not at all.

"Because I'm not willing to let you go now. If it's for you, I'll take as much trouble as I want, and you can throw away all the medals and honors and grab them and run away. Did this tell you?

"... Yep, I passed it on. Clearly."

That being said, Elma smiled and showed her arms wide open to welcome me in.

"After the confession, the two loved ones promise to hug each other and kiss each other happy, right?

"Isn't that what Holo sees too much?

With that said I got up from my chair and sat down next to Elma sitting on the edge of the bed holding her luxurious body tight. Yeah, calm down. It's impossible to let go now.

I listened to Elma's family while lying in the same bed, not doing anything in particular.

"Father, he's a bureaucrat in the Internal Affairs Department."

"Yeah, that's not a pin."

"I guess. The Internal Affairs Office is the office that oversees the affairs related to the Imperial Chamber in general. The Administration is the department responsible for the general management of all properties related to the Imperial Castle and Imperial Palace where the Emperor lives. Maintenance of Imperial Castle, management of facilities and vehicles used by those belonging to the Imperial Palace, for example."

I see? I think I got an image somehow.

"Not so broad?

"That's right. There are lots of positions and lots of people working. My father works in the department that manages the Imperial Castle gardens. It's an honorable position, isn't it?

"Hmm, I see? Well, when it comes to managing things that come into direct contact with the eyes of everyone in the Imperial Room, don't think that's what it is."

The point is, do you mean the court gardener position? It's hard to see how awesome it is right now, but I guess the world is different from a civilian like me to see the title Viscount.

"So, what's your personality?

"Hey...... sweet, but stubborn. I jumped out of my parents' house because I had a fight with my stubborn father."

"I see... and I'm the bone of a horse that makes business out of the yakuza brought in by my popping old lady and daughter. It's not going to be a convenient first meeting!

My runaway old lady and daughter came home with a bad gala mercenary. And get hurt. If I were your father, you'd almost poke your shotgun mad!

"Haha, yeah. But what do you think?

"Hmm? Is there any light?

"Hiro is still a hero with the Silver Sword Wing Assault Medal at the moment, isn't he? Besides, if you go to Imperial City, you won the First Star Mang Cross Medal (Gold Star) or the Second Star Mang Cross Medal (Silver Star). My father is stubborn, but he is also an admirer of the imperial and imperial authority."

"Oh, I mean, he said my medal could literally help him."

"That sort of thing. Mercenaries with the Silver Sword Wing Assault Medal are supposed to receive the equivalent of a Knight of Honor in the Empire, but a Gold Star would treat them the equivalent of a Viscount of Honor and a Silver Star the equivalent of an Honor Baron. If you win a gold star, you won't be able to behave like your father before you build it, and even if you win a silver star and get treated like an honorary baron, you won't be able to treat it roughly. Because if you do that, you will flaw the imperial imperial authority."

"I see. Does that mean you don't have to worry so much"

I feel my shoulder load all at once. Does this mean that Art helps itself? No, do you think it would be a blessing to turn into a disaster, one way or another? I didn't know that the award I thought would be cumbersome would help me in this way.

"No, that's a little quick for you."

"What?"

"I don't think my mother and sister have any problems, but my brother..."

Elma deflects her gaze in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Brother."

A bad feeling strokes my spine. Your back's getting wet all of a sudden, huh?

"Yeah, the... in the so-called extreme ciscon"

"Oh, no, I don't want to hear beyond that"

"You're a white-blade white-blade."

Oh...... already.

"Didn't you cancel all your appointments today?

"Sometimes we have no choice but to survive."

"Huh."

And watching May's rare reactions tilt his neck, I swore to my heart that I would do everything in my power to survive. Yeah, I promised Elma. He said he would take as much trouble as he wanted and stand. I'm a man of my word. Ha... ha.

"It's a good thing your husband is highly motivated. Higher motivation increases learning effectiveness."

"You bet. You bet."

"Yes, so let's raise one gear for training."

"Yeah?"

Thus began the days of hell.

Three days have passed since the day I had the discussion with Elma.

"Hi, Dear Hiro, are you okay?

Worried about me thrusting into the dining room table and spitting ectoplasm out of my mouth, Mimi, who wanted to go through, called out to me. Mimi is a good girl. I'm going to cry.

"Yeah... well... because I'm going"

I just got a little crack in the bones all over my body, got busted spitting blood reflexes, and got hematuria. Apparently there are words in the world that say you have to die to be cheap. Ha ha, the world is really fucked up.

"... you're hoping to avoid attacks because you feel like killing yourself with a comic about heroic stuff, right?

"What? Is, yes, there is?

I found Mimi confused by my remarks abruptly, but I kept talking.

"Oh I mean, I thought it was just an eyebrow spit or an intriguing creation, but I realize it's real... or I realized I'd already gotten to meet you"

"Oh, really?

"Yeah... I realized it through myself"

Where and how they will launch an attack. I guess the ability to read and feel those things from the other person's trivial tricks is called the ability to feel killer.

I'm sure Arr is a kind of future-prognostic thing that meets a whole host of things like rule of thumb based on a huge amount of experience, superior information processing capabilities, etc. Maybe.

I went through training with May and I wondered if that was the case.

I already knew this ability. It had its foundations cultivated in the FPS it had done in the other world, blossomed in SOL's play, and polished in the many interspace battles it had experienced in this world.

Consolidate the limited information obtained from the radar, as well as the behaviour of enemy ships obtained from sight, bullet warnings displayed in your own hologram when attacked by a shield, ringing alerts, and such information to grasp the surrounding space, minimize damage with the appropriate manoeuvres, and send attacks to locations that are deadly to the enemy.

Swordsmanship was basically the same. The vibration of floors and air that you feel behind your skin and feet, the movement of every foot and gaze of the enemy that you capture with your own vision, the sound of clothing rubbing that you capture with your hearing or stepping on the floor, integrating information about such things to predict the movement of the enemy, move your own body properly to avoid damage, and run the blade to a position that is deadly to the enemy.

It seems that such a thing finally connected with something that presides over swordsmanship today, the ability to feel the killing spirit that had already blossomed in me, or the ability to master space, at a level that I feel threatened with my life every day by May. I was usually in the wings of spitting blood reflexes dozens of times without putting a single blow back into May, which was all I had to do seven times today.

"I'll change the story, by the way..."

"Yes?"

"Mimi's actually a blood muscle from the Duke's house, the Baron's house, that sort of thing, right?

Major Serena is the Marquis, Chris is the Count, and Elma is the Viscount. Mimi also actually... something may happen when this happens, so let me ask you something.

"Huh? Isn't that right? My mom and dad told me that I was a real civilian and that my grandfather and grandmother were regular colonists."

"Ha, right. That's not true."

Do you have any blemishes at all? In that position, there would never have been a massive debt on losing a parent and getting lost.

"That's right, already. Do I look noble to you?

"Hmm, because Mimi is cute... wouldn't it be enough to wear a fancy dress or something like that that the noble lady would wear?

"Even if you wear a costume that luxurious, you can just wear it on your clothes. I can't give you a crisp vibe like Elma, and I can't give you a very elegant look like Serena or Chris."

"Really? When I got my Lori costume on before, it was perfect. I want you to wear it again."

"Huh? Well, um, I don't think that suits me."

I have a hard time living because Mimi is cute and moist with a red face.

After this, I managed to worship Mimi, who was shy, and was fully healed by the various Lori costumes I had bought before and my wounded spirit in training with May.