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

"Celebrate the victory, cheers"

"Kanpai!

"Cheers."

Mimi and Elma raise the cup at my tone. Most importantly, mine is a carbonated drink from Teito, and Mimi's is 100% luxury fruit juice, so there's only one person who actually drinks - no, just the two of us.

"I lost to you."

A beautiful man with long ears on the top of the Buddha who does not deserve a place to celebrate - Ernst, Elma's brother, complains.

"When the battle's over, you're Norside, right? Brother in law."

"So I told you not to call me my brother-in-law...... ha"

Exhale as if Ernst had given up. This kind of trick looks like Elma, doesn't it? Are boulders like brothers and sisters? Maybe Elma's under Ernst's influence.

"Whatever, I lost and you won. Elma seems to admit to you, too, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with being forced to shield her debt. Slash down the famous knights and nobles in the battle of the White Blade and become a gold star in the Silver Sword Wing Assault Medal, plus a platinum-ranked mercenary. I'm sorry you called me brother-in-law, but I'll admit it."

"Hey Elma, why does this guy look so great?

"I'm not going to tear it up."

Pin, and Elma plays my nose. Nooo, they scolded me.

"I knew you were Elma's brother-in-law..."

Mimi stares at Ernst's face as she holds the cup to wrap her hands around it. No, you can't, Mimi! He may be a handsome Elma-like guy for sure... but no!

"Well, you look alike."

"Either Elma or I look like my father."

Brothers and sisters face each other and shoulder each other.

"No, not like that. He said it sounded a little bit less honest or something."

"Mimi ~?"

"Wow."

Eyes where Elma sits stare at Mimi and gently squeeze her soft cheeks. That's a smiling sight. But not honest, hey...? Somehow I get eyes on Ernst. He looked disgusted. Oh, my God. What's that face?

"But I didn't know you were going to have dinner with Elma in the guest room at Imperial Castle. I never imagined it five years ago."

"That's me too, brother. I thought we'd never set foot in the Empire again."

"So Master Hiro has reconnected Elma with Elma's family again. It's boulder."

"I wonder if that Yoisho is a little impossible..."

"In fact, if you weren't with Hiro, you wouldn't have gotten anywhere near the Empire City, so maybe you're not exaggerating that much."

I'm surprised Ernst opened his eyes when he heard what Erma said. I guess I didn't think Elma was going to come back.

"... maybe I should thank you for bringing Elma back to Empire in any way."

"We suddenly have a special winning attitude. How worried I was."

"I don't know what to say, but from my point of view, mercenaries and other people are a gathering of Gorotsky with a weak sense of belonging to the Empire. There's no way my weak, poor little sister would jump in there and worry about it."

"Weak and pathetic...? Well, it's pathetic, Aita Tata!

Elma's coming at my thighs. That's what I'm talking about!

"But your brother would have helped me escape, wouldn't he?

"Okay, Elma. My brother doesn't ever see his poor sister feed on spicy, ugly garbage chips. But that's it, this is it. Not a day went by without worrying about my sister, who jumped out into a dangerous place beyond my reach."

"This is a muscled Cisco."

"You're a sweet brother, Mr. Elma"

"It's also good and bad to be overprotective... Speaking of which, what happened to him in the end? My engagement's dissolved because I dazzled you, isn't it?

Engagement?

"Oh, don't worry about that. He can't keep his engagement intact if he jumps out on a small battleship and goes missing. My father stood around well and my engagement relationship is beautifully and completely dissolved. If this guy wasn't here and Elma was coming back, it would have all fit in circles."

That's how Ernst turns a cold glance at me.

"Oh? What? You don't? Serious chamberlain will be spared, won't you? Beating each other is NG too. I'm a pacifist. If you really want to do this, I'll take it if it's a mock fight with a ship."

"Be clear if you're strong or weak... I'm still trying to pull you into my field"

"You, even a slayer can beat me..."

"That's it, this is this. I don't want to exchange my life with a sword. If they slaughter you, it hurts, you bleed and you die. You can't beat me if you fight on a ship."

"That's a lot of confidence."

"Of course. It's a gold star."

I'll deal with Ernst flying the sarcasm with a doya face. I'm a gold star, right? Platinum Rank Mercenaries, huh? What if I say this, but I don't feel like losing a battle on a one-on-one ship. PvP didn't do much because it's a hassle, but it's something that would specialize in nature and interpersonal fights if you were in the mercenary business. Anyway, they're basically cosmic thieves and cosmic players. I get along quite a bit with space monsters, though.

"Hmm... three days from now it's gonna be a White Soldier tournament, right? I hope you're not ashamed of yourself there."

"Oh, I guess. How exactly do you do a White Soldier tournament? You're not gonna kill each other with a power armor or a laser gun, are you?

The White Blade Battle Tournament is a slash with a sword, and the Intercosmic Battle Tournament is, by the way, a simulated battle using a ship. But that's not how the White Soldiers fight works. Basically, the Battle of the White Soldiers means grounding out to large ships, battleships, etc., and sending forces directly onto ships to control them. There's no way to fight one-on-one, and there's something about individual equipment differences. How the hell do you know what the White Soldiers are capable of?

"What, you don't know? Then I'll tell you."

That being said, Ernst began to drool his White Soldier Games lectures greatly. I mean, it seems that this White Soldier competition is like an Extreme Obstacle Race, or Extreme SASO KE.

First, as a major premise, we will each use our own equipment. Of course, economic power can make a difference at this point, but in this competition, which envisages real battle, the economic ability to align equipment also means the strength of its participants, so equipment fairness and so on have been thrown away from the beginning. Opponents better equipped? That seems to make sense that the one who can't get the same gear together is the bad one.

Um, Extreme.

The opponent then enters their respective battlefields and begins the fight. Battlefields are supposed to be available in a variety of situations, for example a white soldier battle aboard a hostile ship, a white soldier battle in downtown the colony, or a white soldier battle in a dense forest on some planet.

There are military training facilities that combine holograms, replicators, and so on to recreate such environments in a very short time, and they use it to play this White Soldier tournament.

"Wow, that's a waste of technology."

"By the way, they say the enemy role is going to be a combat bot for various robot manufacturers with factories in Teito and their prototypes. Then they collect combat data."

"They're the ones who don't just wake up after falling..."

Is it okay to worry about confidentiality or something in that direction? But I see, are you free to gear up? I see. Let's say we read the rules carefully later. Yeah, I need you to send me all the weapons you keep in Black Lotus. Some of them were moved from Krishna. No, should I source the consumables this way? Since the commonly used equipment and power armor is loaded in Krishna, should we arrange only for grenades and ammunition?

"There's something wrong with Hiro."

"You're up to something."

"What are you talking about? Bad listening. I'm not gonna use a small reaction bomb or anything like that on a boulder."

"Of course!? Elma, is this guy okay?"

"It's okay...... no, I don't know. Give me a crystal to sing before..."

"Singing crystal!?

Whoa, Elma, that's enough of that story. That was an unlimited amount of gray moves close to black. I'm sorry it's not to the point of getting angry when I discover it, so it shouldn't be any more.

Hey, just use your gear effectively. It's okay, no problem.

"I'm more concerned about Elma's fiancée than I was saying earlier. You're not gonna give me a whirl, are you?

"I don't think so, but if that happens, it won't bother Hiro."

That's what Elma says. Points her lips. I stuck to Elma's forehead like that.

"Fool. I don't care about that annoyance or anything like that. If that's what you think, I'm talking about hitting some kind of hand."

"Will you stop flirting with my sister in front of me?

"Damn it. So, what's he like? Your brother-in-law and Elma seem to hate you a lot."

"So I told you not to call me brother-in-law...... ha, well good. Elma's ex-fiancé's name is the second son of the Marquis of Elzal. It's a piece of junk I like more than three meals. It would be nice if I simply liked women, but I wear the power of my parents, the Marquis, all I want."

"Somehow it feels like a painted no nobleman, but why is that left out? Or how much of the other guy can work such an intact on Elma, the Viscount's maid, even the Marquis' second son?

Of course in the Marquis and Viscount, rank as nobility or status is better over there, but still I wouldn't bother to offer my own pretty daughter to such a reputable son.

"The Marquis immediately asked my father to bow his head and let Elma be my second son's daughter-in-law. So you tried to burn your hands, harden yourself with Elma, and wear a collar."

"Why again..."

"Elma was poor and beautiful, and so she had a reputation for combining her shameless core strength as a Viscount Willows' courtesy... well, that's why she popped out of the Empire City"

"That means the prodigal son is strong enough to hold him down - gahhhhhh!?

Elma quickly takes my arm and it hurts my joints extremely bad. That's the thing! That's the thing!

"Uh... so, what are the chances that the second son of the Marquis Elzal and they will come into contact with Mr. Elma again...?

Mimi took over the story as she endured the brutality of Elma, who could hardly free me from tapping. Boulder Mimi, she can do it. But if possible, can you do something about this ferocious elf over here?

"Your Majesty, the man has been told not to put his hands in Hiro's body immediately. This means, of course, that you, my sister, and the accompanying mechanic's sisters should not be given a hand as a prize for this tournament, and if the tournament is over, it will also become ineffective. But even after the tournament, the Imperial aristocrats will be hesitant to put their hands on you. I fear I may buy your Majesty's unhappiness. Normally, there's nothing to worry about."

"And then the next boy said he could get his hands on it."

Ernst nodded as he said so, rubbing his arm free from Erma's articulation.

"The possibilities are completely undeniable. He's impatient. But in that case, it would be more dangerous for you than for Elma."

"Is it me!?

Mimi is amazed at the exaggeration. But I'm not surprised. Think normally, because Mimi would be the easier person to get your hands on, if you try to be that erotic monkey or some kind of second son.

Elma is a Viscount Lady, and if she hands poorly, she could turn the Viscount Willows family against her enemies. But Mimi is just a civilian. It is announced as such, at least officially. As an aristocrat who wears power and does evil, the other person has less trouble with the civilian population.

The presence of Her Royal Highness would be a flower of the high ridge even in her capacity as the second son of the Marquis. Isn't it someone you can't even meet if you're bad?

What if there was such a presence as Her Royal Highness and the daughter of a civilian with two melons? I wonder if I can't help but reach out as a prodigal son who likes women.

"That's not normal, is it?"

It may not compare to Her Royal Highness the Empress Luciada, but the presence of Mimi, the crew of my ship, should also be quite antagonistic to the imperial nobility. I've already shown strength in the White Blade battle section, and I'm going to show strength in the tournament after this. I wonder if imitations like buying my anger like such a totalization of violence would not normally do.

"Well, yeah... because he's not normal"

"Well, isn't that normal..."

You're not going to lose your mind yet. Damn, man.

First suppose to move in preparation for the White Soldier War section in three days' time? Whatever it is, we need to get rid of the trick from what's right in front of us.