Yamato Empire Chronicle – TS Girl, Conquering the Fantasy World With the Strongest Modern Nation Mad

Chapter 42: The Führer and a Close Call

A few days after visiting the Army and the Navy. 

I went to the Imperial Aircraft Company, which is under the Imperial Guard’s jurisdiction, to see a demonstration of the first flight of a plane they were developing. 

Gently, floating about 5 meters in the air… The end. It was really just a little floating in the test. 

The appearance is that of a Fokker biplane fighter plane itself… Or rather, I heard that the design was based on the Fokker D.VII fighter plane that I drew as a hobby before. 

According to the developer, “As expected of the Führer, it’s aerodynamically excellent even though it was drawn casually.” 

Since my country has absolutely no experience in aircraft development, so even amateur drawings and ideas would be somewhat helpful. 

The aircraft is still in the prototyping stage and has not yet moved to the mass production stage, but it might be possible to start mass production by the next fiscal year. 

　……However, considering the training of pilots from that point, it will take a few years before they can be used in actual combat operations. 

There’s still a long way ahead. 

Now, several more days have passed since then. 

Today is December 25th. 

All the good children know what day it is today, right? That’s right, it’s Christmas. This event is not only an iconic event of romantic capitalism but also an enjoyable event for families to celebrate together. 

It was supposed to be a fun Christmas, but… 

Something went wrong. 

It was very dangerous. A life-threatening crisis. 

It all began just a few minutes ago. 

As usual, I woke up in the Fuhrer’s palace bedroom and got help from Ayame to get dressed. You see, I was having my hair combed on the bed. 

At that time, I accidentally said. 

“Oh, today is Christmas, isn’t it?” 

Then. 

This is where I made a mistake. 

“Eryu-san, I’ve asked before, but what is ‘Christmas’?” 

Ayame-san, who was happily combing my hair, suddenly stopped. At that moment, “Ah, this might not be good…” I could smell something dangerous. 

That’s right. 

There is no Christianity in the empire. There’s no way the residents of this country would know about Christmas. 

I was careless. 

Lately, perhaps because I have become accustomed to being Eryutheia, I seem to have lost that sense of crisis. 

Of course, if I were to say such a thing… Well, it is obvious to get suspicious, right? Did I mention something about Christmas already? 

And the next thing I know, I was pushed down onto the bed, and that’s how we got to the present situation. I ended up being covered and restrained by her. 

At this point, my life is at Ayame-san’s mercy. 

“Eryu-san? Eryu-san, is Eryu-san, right? You are not a fake, right?” 

Ayame-san, with such a blank expression, gazes into my eyes and asks me a question Our faces are close to each other. 

　……I gulp and swallow my saliva. If, with this, it’s revealed that I am not Eryutheia… 

As you know, Ayame-san is overprotective of Eryutheia. I don’t know what’s going to happen… 

“Can I ask one question?” 

“…What is it?” 

“Eryu-san, do you have any memories of me? Before being transferred to this world.” 

　……Memories. 

There’s no such thing. The Ayame-san I know is only the Ayame-san since she came to this world. 

Because I am not the real Eryutheia. 

“Please don’t look away, and answer me. Eryu-san.” 

“…What happens if I say that I don’t have any?” 

Those were a few words I managed to squeeze out as I struggled to avert my eyes, unable to look directly into Ayame-san’s eyes. 

What follows is a moment of silence, and no other sound but Ayame-san’s breathing. 

I take a glance at Ayame-san’s face, not being able to bear the silence. then… 

“Do you want to know what is going to happen?” 

And then she asked me. 

I nod slightly. 

Ayame tightened her arms and firmly embraced me. Tightly embraced, I involuntarily closed my eyes. 

Until finally… A sensation of something soft touching my lips. 

She kissed me when I opened my eyes. Ayame-san was kissing me, she kissed me. 

“I won’t do anything. Actually, I don’t have any memories of Eryu-san either.” 

I am the same as Eryu-san, Ayame-san says with a smile. What… What do you mean by that? 

“I have the records and the data, but I have no memory of them. I know that I have always lived with Eryu-san.” 

“Then, Ayame-san is…” 

“Maybe I’m a fake, too.” 

　……But these feelings of love for you, Eryu-san, are genuine. 

Ayame-san hugs me after saying these words. 

“I get anxious sometimes. I might not be the kind of person like Ayame, and wondering if Eryu-san dislikes me for being like this.” 

“…Ayame-san.” 

“What do you think of me, Eryu-san? Do you think I am a pervert? Do you find me annoying? Do you hate me?” 

Ayame-san, who said that she looks weak and vulnerable unlike her usual self. 

Certainly, Ayame-san is a pervert, and sometimes I think that it’s annoying to be with her 24 hours a day. 

But. 

I look up to Ayame-san. 

Ayame-san has an appearance that suits my tastes. Although her breasts are small, she has a good figure, and her face is just as cute as Eryutheia’s. 

She is a cute girl with beautiful short black hair. 

And ever since I became Eryuteia, Ayame-san has always been devoted to me. 

She is the best maid with no flaws, except for having a slightly perverted aspect in both her appearance and personality. 

Such Ayame-san is… 

“There’s no way I would come to hate you. How about you, Ayame-san? What if I…” 

“What if you turned out to be a fake? Even if that is the case, the only Eryu-san for me is you, who is right here in front of me now.” 

Since that’s all I know, Ayame-san gently caresses my cheek. 

　……Really? 

I do not understand why Ayame has records, yet she has no memory. 

But, even if I were a fake Eryutheia, Ayame-san would still like me then… 

“Please bring your face closer.” 

“Yes, no problem… What are you going to do, Eryu-san?” 

Don’t you get it? 

Isn’t there only one thing to do when two people’s faces come close together? 

I gently kiss Ayame-san’s lips…

As a virgin, I’ve never kissed anyone myself, but it was the best kiss I can give. 

Then I move away from her face. 

“…Hmm, that’s quite a French kiss, isn’t it?” 

“Because that’s all I know.” 

“Then, I must teach you something more intense.” 

And now, this time from Ayame-san… 

“Hello, is the Führer there… My apologies!” 

With a clack, the bedroom door for a moment, and a pair of cat ears appeared but… She ran away with an expression ‘this is bad’ on her face. 

It was Miike. 

That girl has a bad habit of forgetting to knock… Ayame-san usually has sharp intuition and is able to sense when someone is approaching, but it seems that she couldn’t do it today. 

“Tch, just when it was in a good place, that damn cat.” 

“Ayame-san, you look scary… Somehow the mood is gone. Can you continue to get me ready.” 

“Ughhー… Well, let’s just be satisfied with the kiss received from Eryu-san. Come here, I’m going to comb your hair, so please sit down.” 

Okaay. 

“By the way, Eryu-san. What is Christmas?” 

“It’s a love capitalist event where lovers give each other gifts.” 

“I see… So, a kiss from Eryu-san is the Christmas present?”

Hmmー 

 I feel it might be a bit different, but let’s leave it at that. Look, Ayame-san, your hand has stopped.