The Legend of the Meat Saintessess.
A certain royal’s Point of View
At last, Rosarin-sama and the others returned. Carrying a mountain of meat, parading alongside vegetables—it was, to put it mildly, a surreal sight. What is this?
“Saintess-sama~!”
“Long live Saintess-sama!”
“Saintess-sama, look this way~!”
It was probably because they had brought meat and vegetables. Saintess-sama was wildly popular, but she looked rather suspicious and uneasy. Apparently, despite everything she did being flashy, she didn’t actually want to stand out that much.
Physically flashy… she was still glittering and sparkling, making her stand out enormously.
“Rosariiin!!”
The giant white knight shouted, perhaps overwhelmed with excitement.
“Stop! Don’t shout my name! I keep telling you I’m not a Saintess!!”
So she didn’t want to be a Saintess in the first place? I was starting to feel a little sorry for her.
“How humble…”
No, that’s genuine dislike.
“She’s shining with divine radiance.”
Physically, yes. She’s practically in tears. Notice it already. Maybe because beastmen are so rough, no one noticed Rosarin-sama was clearly uncomfortable.
Dirk-sama was comforting her at her side. I see, Rosarin-sama generally doesn’t like to stand out unless it’s an emergency. I think I finally understood why, despite accomplishing such great feats, she lives modestly as a marquis' wife.
Huh? Wait, does that mean… this is a true story? A true story…? Really??
Waiting for Rosarin-sama at the castle was a pure, beautiful young lady. A label popped up: “Rosarin’s best friend, Milfilia”.
Rosarin-sama leapt off the giant white knight and was immediately hugged by Milfilia, who ran up to her.
“I was so worried! Are you hurt? Are you in pain anywhere? And why are you sparkling?”
I’m impressed she pointed that out. Everyone else had just ignored it.
“Milfi, calm down. I’m not hurt. The sparkling is Yggdrasil’s prank… probably.”
“Oh, thank goodness you’re safe!”
Milfilia sobbed. “I’m sorry I worried you,” Rosarin-sama said, gently stroking her head.
“They look like a hero and heroine from a novel.”
Someone muttered.
True.
A beautiful girl welcoming back a hero from battle, tears flowing as she says she believed and waited.
It’s true, if Rosarin-sama were a man, this would be a perfect scene.
““……””
Both froze. Rosarin-sama moved first.
“Milfi, I’m sorry for making you feel lonely. I’ll never let you go again!”
Rosarin-sama suddenly spoke in a sweet, cool voice (like a handsome young man). Milfilia was momentarily stunned but quickly smiled.
“Yes! I don’t want you to ever leave me again!”
The two beautiful girls embraced tightly, and the whole area went stiff. Silence flowed.
Dirk-sama had tears in his eyes.
A young man who looked like a guard had rolled his eyes white.
The knights were twitching, clearly holding back laughter.
“Pfft, ahaha!”
“Fufufu, how funny!”
Then the two beautiful girls burst out laughing, and their laughter spread to those around them.
Ah, their smiles made it clear—the battle was over.
“You have my deepest gratitude.”
Prince Juties said, smiling as he spoke to Rosarin-sama.
“No need for thanks. Just give me permission.”
“... Permission?”
“For the Meat Festival.”
“... Are you serious?”
I wanted to ask that too. Is she really serious about this?
“I don’t make empty promises. I’m serious. If I say I’ll do it, I will.”
“… Fine. I’ll allow it.”
“Alright! Knights, we’ve got permission from the boss! We’re holding a Meat Festival in the courtyard! Build ovens! Prepare iron plates! Get chefs ready! Start grilling meat!!”
“Yes! Right away!”
“Also, bring in cooks from the town too! We’ll share meat with the townspeople!”
“Understood!!”
“Everyone, tonight is the Meat Festival! The juices will flow! All-you-can-eat meat!!”
“Meaaaat!”
“Meat is waiting for us!”
“I’m so glad I’m alive! I can eat meat!!”
“Meat! Meat! Meat! I can eat meat!!”
“Eat! Eat! Eat! We can eat meeeat!!”
“Meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat!!”
“Meat meat! Meat meat!”
Rosarin-sama, with wonderful efficiency, successfully held the Meat Festival. Everyone was smiling, greedily devouring the meat.
But looking closely, the Christia knights and adventurers seemed completely horrified… Even Rosarin-sama and Prince Juties looked stunned.
With gentle music, the names of those involved in the production scrolled by.
The characters walked happily through the festival city. I watched peacefully—until I noticed some famous painters’ names appearing here and there, making me uneasy. What the heck is going on!?
Then, as the music and credits faded, Dirk-sama muttered.
“… I want to eat Rosarin’s cooking.”
Huh? Rosarin-sama can cook?
“Dirk, I’ll make you something delicious!”
She can. Then Rosarin-sama grilled some skewers. Dirk-sama ate them with delight.
The Wolfanean knights and townspeople looked on enviously.
Rosarin-sama was defeated by their silent pressure.
“Eat as much as you like!”
Thus, Rosarin-sama became a skewer shop with a long line, endlessly grilling skewers.
And then the story ended, fading to black.
“What the heck was that!??”
Everyone watching was stunned by the unexpected ending. I mean, shouldn’t it have ended with a more glamorous victory parade or something!? Why skewers?? Huh?? Wha…!?
I swore I’d definitely look into how much of this was true later. I won’t be able to sleep otherwise!!
What do you think about this chapter?
