Forced newlywed skydiving trip.
Day one of being a Shut-in-rin. My soothing darling said to me:
“Rosarin, let’s go on a honeymoon.”
“I’m in!!”
Shut-in-rin instantly job-changed into Easy-rin. Hooray, it’s a honeymoon!
“Where are we going?”
“First... a pampering session with fluffies we were invited to. They reached out to us, so I accepted. After that, I picked out a few places—we’ll travel wherever the mood takes us.”
“Okay!”
We quickly packed our things and set off—let's travel! Off to fluff some woolly fluff baby sheep!
Dirk had carefully prepared the travel documents, and we traveled by airship. It must’ve been expensive—the seats were for nobility, essentially first class.
A graceful flight through the skies... did not happen. I had forgotten. I’d forgotten how I tend to get caught up in trouble. That people used to say, “Where Rosarin walks, trouble strikes,” or “The one and only noble lady with constant trouble magnetism (lol).”
“Don’t move! Everyone, hands up!!”
The airship was hijacked by what was apparently the world’s first hijackers. Of all days, why today?
“There’s supposed to be some chick called the Hero Princess Rosarin on board!”
So I was the target. Guess it had to be today then. Now, how should I move? I glanced at Dirk, and he shook his head—don’t reveal yourself.
“... This one’s too old. Can’t be her.”
“Who are you calling old!?”
The hijacker got slapped by an older lady but didn’t hit back. So I really am the objective here.
“You’re... way too small.”
“……………… (trickling sound)”
“Gyaaaaah! She wet herself!!”
Well, of course—she’s a tiny one-year-old or two-year-old. Surrounded by masked scary men, that’s to be expected. Honestly, she didn’t even cry—what a champ.
“There are more people here than I thought...”
Come on, you don’t even know what your target looks like? At least get a physical description. I’m using a recognition-inhibiting spell to blend in, so technically, I’m not even among the girls of my age group here.
“Maybe she’s not here? Wasn’t she supposed to be... like, hotter?”
“Idiot! We’re sure she’s here today, right now! She might be in the bathroom! You, come with me!!”
There was someone in the restroom... an old guy with his pants down. The poor girl who saw it at close range let out a scream.
I glanced at Dirk again. We can’t leave things like this. Dirk nodded. We instantly knocked the men out, tied them up, and left them lying around. So no one would be taken hostage, I sealed the passenger room doors with magic.
At the control deck of the airship, there was a guy who was clearly different from the previous hijackers.
“Unbara-unbara, UNBAAAAA!!”
What do we do? He doesn’t seem like he understands human language.
Different from the others, more like... someone from a tribal culture? He had a flashy chameleon-like mask, was shirtless, clinking with accessories, and wore a loincloth.
“Rosarin, can you try to communicate with him somehow?”
“I mean, he clearly doesn’t seem to understand human language.”
“His movements kinda reminded me of Kabaddi though.”
“... Hmm...”
Well, yes, I guess they’re kind of similar...
“Unbara-unbara, UNBAAAAA!!”
“Kabaddi kabaddi kabaddi kabaddi kabaddi!!”
“Unbara-unbara, UNBAAAAA!!”
“Kabaddi kabaddi, KABADIIIIII!!”
“UNBAAAAA!!”
“KABADIIIIII!!”
… I don’t really get it, but I think we communicated.
“Thanks, you really saved me.”
Under the mask was an ordinary... no, weird old man. He said he was an archaeologist, and while excavating some ruins, he was possessed by a black mist. It seems he then gathered underlings and came to attack me.
“I was still conscious, but I couldn’t move my body. Your bizarre movements scared it off and it left.”
So... we *didn’t* understand each other after all.
Wait. If that was a fragment of Evil...?
The airship suddenly began to shake violently.
“Th-The engine room is malfunctioning!”
Looks like they’re planning to crash the airship. Dirk and I might be okay, but the passengers are in danger.
“Dirk!”
“Right!”
We quickly took down the evil entity—or so we thought...
“Whoa!?”
Maybe it used the last of its strength, but a hole burst open in the hull. We were flying high enough to avoid magic beasts, meaning the cabin was pressure-regulated to match ground level. Like on an airplane, if there’s a hole, the rapid pressure change causes things to be sucked out.
Because I was near the hole and the shock threw me off balance, I was launched into the air.
“Rosarin!”
Without hesitation, Dirk reached for me and dove out after me. I froze the hole shut to block it and tried summoning Kou or Darkness-sama, but there was no response.
“Valkyrie!”
I tried turning Valkyrie into an airship, but it didn’t work. We managed to form a parachute, since its structure is relatively simple.
“Dirk, grab on!”
And so, my honeymoon began with an emergency landing.
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