The Do-Over Damsel Conquers the Dragon Emperor Vol.5, page 1
Table of Contents
Copyright
Character Page
Prologue
Chapter 1: How the Dragon Emperor and His Wife Left the Empire
Chapter 2: The Military Academy Sewer Rats
Chapter 3: The School Building of the Azure Dragons
Chapter 4: La Baier Academy’s Class Competition
Chapter 5: The Young Dragons’ Resistance
Chapter 6: A Beautiful Sky of Logic Envisioned by a God
Epilogue
Afterword
Other Series
The Do-Over Damsel Conquers the Dragon Emperor Vol.5
Sarasa Nagase
Translation by piyo
Illustration by Mitsuya Fuji
Title Design by Arbash Mughal
Editing by Elijah Baldwin and Charis Messier
Proofreading by A.M. Perrone
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
YARINAOSHI REIJO WA RYUTEIHEIKA O KORYAKU CHU Vol.5
©Sarasa Nagase 2022
First published in Japan in 2022 by KADOKAWA CORPORATION, Tokyo.
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Prologue
A map of the continent of Platy was splayed out on the desk. Jill was in a hot debate with herself, a quill in hand as her legs dangled over her chair. She was a soldier. In her first life, she was called the god of war’s daughter. She was used to thinking of military strategies and tactics. She’d relied on her vice commander for complex plans, but it wasn’t as though she threw all her responsibilities onto others.
In a weird twist of fate, the sixteen-year-old had gone back in time to do-over her life from the age of ten. Now eleven for the second time, Jill used her past life experience and knowledge to their fullest. Above all, she was now the Dragon Consort of the Rave Empire. Using her age as an excuse for her incompetence was nothing short of acting spoiled. These policies are headed in the right direction. I’m sure of it.
The problem was cooking up a strategy to make her plan into reality. Jill glared at the map on the table as though she was staring down an enemy. The continent of Platy stretched out like the wings of a butterfly with the sacred Rakia Mountains in the middle. These mountains served as the border for two large nations. To the west was the Kratos Kingdom, and to the east was the Rave Empire. These countries were guarded by Goddess Kratos of love and the earth, and Dragon God Rave of logic and the skies, respectively. Since the era of the gods, the two deities were at odds with each other, and thus, the two nations became enemies that waged war against each other.
But in recent years, the gears were finally shifting toward peace. Last month, the third daughter of Kratos Kingdom’s Margrave Cervel, Jill Cervel, had gotten engaged to the Rave Emperor, Hadis Teos Rave, under the approval of both nations. With this now official, the two countries had taken their first step to attain peace.
From Kratos Kingdom, Crown Prince Gerald der Kratos had decided to study abroad in the Rave Empire, and was currently staying at Rahelm, the imperial capital. Things were off to an excellent start. In truth, the prince was a hostage who spoke with the intellectuals of Rave, residing within a guest room that was equipped with iron bars and a barrier personally applied by the Dragon God, but appearances were important here.
In any case, unlike her first life, Jill had successfully prevented war from breaking out so far. However, she couldn’t let her guard down. The two nations had cultivated an enduring sense of hatred toward the other and each had its own respective responsibilities. The sparks of war could quickly turn into a roaring flame at any moment. Jill, who had recently returned to her homeland with Hadis, was prepared to fight her family that protected Kratos’s side of the border. She learned of the love and hatred of the Dragon Consorts before her—these women had protected their Dragon Emperor and ultimately fallen into the hands of the Goddess.
Jill once again thought about her future. What kind of Dragon Consort should she become? She believed appearances mattered and created an office within her personal room upon returning to Rave. She prepared a sturdy, light-brown desk to work on, and had properly stored her writing utensils so that she wouldn’t lose them. Because she would be sitting for long periods of time, she received a plush cushion. Now that the stage was set, it was time for her to put some of her thoughts into action. Jill folded her arms in front of her chest and gazed up at the ceiling.
“I think it’s all about timing, but I can’t quite find it…” she muttered.
“Jill! It’s snack time!” a cheery voice said.
Just as the clock struck 3 p.m., sounding a bell, the door opened. A man with a beaming smile on his face entered the room—he was likely the largest obstacle to overcome within the military strategy Jill was cooking up. Hadis Teos Rave, the current Rave Emperor, possessed the Heavenly Sword made from the Dragon God Rave; he was the true Dragon Emperor. Though he was wearing an apron, he was the emperor—a man who personally made snacks for Jill every day without fail.
Hadis pushed the tea wagon into the room. Sitting atop the wagon was an entire cake with layers of delicious white cream and decorated with loads of glossy, red strawberries.
“Whoa?! What’s the occasion?” Jill asked.
“Heh heh. I’ve got some happy news to report,” Hadis chuckled. “But is this too big for you? Can you finish it all?”
“I can! I will! I’ll devour it in one bite!”
Jill quickly pushed her maps and pens to one side of the desk, creating space for the cake. Hadis swiftly placed two teacups and plates on the desk with the large cake in the center.
“Be patient, okay?” he said. “I’ll cut you a slice. It’ll be bigger than usual, though. This is a small celebration. I’ll cut to the chase: the day of our wedding has been decided!”
“Huh?” Jill, who had been so focused on the cake, gaped in astonishment.
Hadis cupped his red cheeks with his hands. “Next year, when you turn twelve, we’ll have our wedding!”
“Next year? When I turn twelve?” she repeated.
“I just turned twenty, right? We had a meeting, and we talked about how the emperor must have a consort. So, we decided to handle that before my birthday next year. We thought it was perfect to host a wedding between your birthday and mine. Since you’ll be twelve, we might barely be in the clear.”
In some situations, political marriages occurred before the married couple turned ten. While Hadis and Jill weren’t marrying due to an arranged marriage, since there were no other Dragon Consorts aside from Jill, it was a similar situation.
“I thought I had to at least wait until you turned fourteen, so I’m just so happy!” Hadis cried with elation.
Jill fell silent.
“And then, we can officially become a married couple! Hm? Jill? What’s wrong? Are you upset?” Hadis paled, and he visibly deflated, causing Jill to quickly shake her head in reply.
“O-Of course not! But twelve…”
Jill looked down at her body. What was I like when I was twelve the first time? At the very least, that was the age where she finally experienced her growth spurt in her first life. In other words…
“Am I going to be wearing a wedding dress?!” Jill cried. “With this measly height and body?!”
Hadis stared at her blankly. “Huh? I-I guess so…”
“People might take pictures or paint portraits of me, correct?”
“Th-They might.”
“Then no! You should wear a wedding dress, Your Majesty!”
“Why?!”
Hadis looked shocked, but Jill paid him no heed.
“I’ll be twelve!” she cried. “Even if I wear a wedding dress, it’ll only look like I’m playing house or something! Then it’s far better for you to wear the dress! I’ll wear the tuxedo!”
“W-Wait! Wait! That’ll look weird! No one wants to see me in a wedding dress!”
“I do!” When Jill tried envisioning her future husband in a dress, he looked quite cute. “I’ll even princess carry you, Your Majesty! In my family home, you became my wife, remember?”
“I think I just barely avoided that outcome! Calm down, Jill. Why
“Right, the cake!”
Jill suddenly remembered her important snack as Hadis started cutting the treat in front of her, giving her a larger slice than usual. She took a bite, the strawberries glittering like jewels as she stuffed her cheeks. She was in heaven.
“Yummyyy!” she squealed in delight.
“I’m glad you like it. Even after we marry, I’ll continue to make sweet treats for you.”
Jill froze in place. When she saw a smiling Hadis, the word “marriage” started to fill her mind.
“W-We’re getting married,” she said. “You and I.”
“That’s right. We’ve even settled on a date,” Hadis replied.
She started to grow embarrassed. The cake seemed to taste sweeter and fluffier.
“I-I’ll do my best to be a good wife…and an excellent Dragon Consort,” she vowed.
“You’re already an excellent Dragon Consort,” he said. “But yeah, next year, you’ll become my wife. You’re not just my fiancée anymore.”
Hadis sat across from her happily sipping on his tea. Jill noticed that there was a good mood in the air. Maybe I can tell him about it now. Rave was nowhere in sight; it was a perfect opportunity to talk, just the two of them.
“Your Majesty, I’d like to talk with you about something,” she began.
“Hm? We’re still planning the more detailed wedding schedule. All you need to do is memorize the flow of the ritual… Ah, you do need to learn embroidery, though.”
“Ugh… I-I know that. I’ll give it all I’ve got! But before that, I’m a little worried about Radia.”
Radia was the domain of the Dragon Consort. Along with her title of Dragon Consort, Jill also had her rank as Radia’s grand duke.
“What about it?” Hadis asked. “I think I reported to you that reconstruction is going smoothly.”
“I’ve been thinking about the type of city that I wanted Radia to become! Here!” She pulled out a half-written document from under the map and writing utensils on the edge of her desk. Hadis glanced at the paper and blinked.
“Radia’s Reconstruction Plan…” he read. “I thought you weren’t out training much these days. Were you writing this?”
“That’s right!” she replied. “I’ve only jotted down a few rough notes, which is a bit embarrassing, but I wanted you to be the first to see it.”
“Really? Wow, that’s making me nervous too! Hmm, let’s see… Heh heh. You want to make it into a city with delicious food and cuisine! That sounds great. Radia doesn’t really have any defining characteristics.”
Jill leaned forward upon hearing the emperor’s assent. “Exactly! It’s sandwiched by Lehrsatz to the south and Neutrahl to the north. It’s in an awkward position. Only a small portion of the city is on the border, but geographically speaking, Radia should be able to support both Lehrsatz and Neutrahl from the back and should be a key player in defending the borders.”
“Because it’s a land that’s under the direct control of the Dragon Consort, oftentimes the person in question is gone for prolonged periods of time,” Hadis said. “It’s likely been difficult to think of a long-term plan that spans over thirty to forty years.”
“Right. So, I’d like Radia to grow in the future even without the Dragon Consort,” Jill explained.
“Ah, now I see what you’re saying. You wrote here that you wanted to create the best military academy. You want to make an education system in the city, yes?”
“Exactly!”
Jill nodded vigorously, excited that she’d gotten her point across. Hadis nodded while he placed his finger on his jaw, pondering these ideas.
“This is a city touching the nation’s borders,” Hadis said slowly. “During times of peace, it’s a place that raises excellent soldiers and serves delicious gourmet meals. During emergencies, these trained soldiers and stored food can be valuable. If we can use some of the undeveloped land to create a granary…this’ll be a good idea.”
“Really?!”
“This plan is beneficial to both the Neutrahl and Lehrsatz duchies. The Lehrsatz duchy primarily focuses on trade—they can trade ingredients and entice tourists. The Neutrahl duchy can share their knowledge of their Dragon Knights while dispatching trained personnel to this land. I’ll have Duke Neutrahl and Duke Lehrsatz invest in this idea upfront and provide us with money and people. I can have my sister and brother negotiate.”
Jill widened her eyes, impressed. She hadn’t thought that far, making her a little frustrated. She still had a long way to go—Hadis was seeing a completely different view from her.
“Above all, it’s great that this is your idea,” Hadis said. “Let’s work hard to make this into a proper proposal. We’ll need to figure out some numbers and our budget… But I’m shocked. I didn’t think you had such a grand plan in mind.”
“Yep! I want to hurry up and become an excellent Dragon Consort! I want to stand tall by your side and see the same sights that you see. I want to become a consort that can think about stuff like this.”
Hadis turned serious for a moment before he gave a forced laugh. “Personally, I’m fine if you want to remain a child for a while longer.”
“But our marriage date has been set. We have to hurry.”
“Right… You’re right.” Hadis cut off a bite of his cake on his plate, placed it on his fork, and offered it to Jill. “Say, ‘ahhh.’”
“Ahhh!” Jill said with satisfaction, eagerly taking the bite as she leaned forward.
Hadis rested his chin on his hand. “Now you look like an adorable child.”
“Don’t say that, Your Majesty! I won’t be fooled!”
“Say, ‘ahhh.’”
“Ahh— I-I mean, I actually have another thing I’d like to consult you about!”
“So, you don’t want any more cake?”
“I do! I’ll take this bite and then tell you!” She took another bite off his fork. The emperor smiled and reached out.
“You’ve got cream around your mouth,” he remarked.
“I-I’ll wipe it off myself.”
“You’re so cold.”
“Because you keep preventing me from talking! Y-Your Majesty, you always just…”
“Just?”
Jill glared while wiping her mouth, but Hadis coolly sipped on his tea. She cleared her throat and stated her business.
“Your Majesty, you’re aware of the Grand Duchy of Laika, aren’t you? It’s the large island country beyond the Radia duchy and the gulf,” Jill started.
“Of course,” Hadis replied. “It’s an island under our protection. What’s with the sudden shift in topic?”
Jill tried to act as nonchalant as she could. “I’ve heard that it has institutions where you can learn about dragons and magic.”
“It does. That island nation started when people drifted from the East Sea and required assistance to fight against pirates. We lent them some of our dragons. They swore their allegiance to the Rave Empire, but since they’re all immigrants, it was imperative for us to educate them regarding our language and the like. That ultimately led them to put quite a bit of effort into their education system.”
“All of their schools have high standards. I’ve even heard that their military academy is superb,” Jill said. Hadis placed his teacup back onto its saucer. He gave Jill a questioning look, making her nervous. “I also heard that many people study abroad. So, you see, Your Majesty…”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I don’t want to hear it.” He flashed a brilliant smile of rejection, but Jill wasn’t one to back off.
“Please hear me out,” Jill pressed on. “I’m interested in Laika’s military academy, and I’d—”
“I can’t hear you! We just decided on our wedding date today! I don’t want to hear it!”
“But you just said that my plan was a great idea.”
“Did I? I’ve forgotten.”
“I’ll feed you some cake.”
“No! La la la! Can’t hear you!”
Hadis kicked his chair back as he stood up, turned his back toward Jill, and ran off. As usual, he was oddly astute about matters he disliked and was quick to flee. But Jill had gotten used to tracking and capturing the emperor. She leaped toward the exit of her room in one jump and ran down the hallway with all her might, chasing after Hadis’s tall back.
