Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume4 Chapter 2 (section)

===Part 10===

After wasting more time than she had expected at the arcade, the princess walked along the tent-filled “cityscape” on the way to the Legitimacy Kingdom party.

The Legitimacy Kingdom bodyguards were still spread out around her and an armored vehicle also accompanied her, but she still decided to travel on foot.

The unorganized layout of the tents and forceful flow of pedestrian traffic prevented the smooth travel of the vehicle. She felt she would make better time on foot.

The princess recalled the exchange she had had back in the arcade.

To the very end, she had never seen her opponent’s face.

(Honestly. I do not know if that was some sightseer from the Information Alliance or what, but the way they control all information about Elites and treat them like idols is like some kind of creepy brainwashing.)

The Legitimacy Kingdom treated their own Elites like patriotic heroes and rallied support from the people by spreading doubtful stories about them being part of legendary bloodlines that stretch hundreds of years into the past. Both were completely ridiculous ways to treat them, but it is hard to notice how odd the environment one has been immersed in all one’s life is. It was similar to not noticing the smell of one’s own house.

As the princess walked among all the tents and RVs, she suddenly stopped.

Her bodyguards all thought “Don’t tell me there’s something else!?”, but the target of their protection had the right to choose what she did.

The princess looked over at a store filled with joke goods.

Due to the season, it contained a lot of Christmas-themed trees, wreaths, and red boots. It also had some Santa Claus costumes for sale.

(…)

When she had gone swimming earlier that day, Quenser had seemed incredibly disappointed for some reason.

She still had no idea what he had been hoping for, but it seemed wearing her work outfit while on leave was not the right thing to do.

She guessed it had something to do with everything having a proper time and place.

“Santa Claus… Santa Claus,” muttered the princess as she headed into the store.

The tanned shop owner seemed especially courteous because she was wearing the special suit of an Elite. That meant she was the representative of a nation which in turn meant she would have a lot of money.

He was not wrong in that line of thinking, but the princess had no interest in money and so she had no idea how much money she had in her bank account.

The princess’s bodyguards starting showing an interest in her actions as they secretly began to wonder, “Oh, is our princess finally awakening to her sex appeal?”

“Could you put together a Santa Claus outfit for me?” she asked.

What she got in return was an overly standard Santa Claus outfit made up of a baggy red shirt, pants of the same color, and a fake white beard.

“Don’t go with that boring thing!!” shouted the bodyguards in their hearts, but that expressionless girl was not going to absorb the ideas of Japanese moe so quickly.

However, the look in the princess’s eyes changed when she glanced over at a 3D monitor that used diffraction sitting in a corner of the tent.

It was playing footage from an Information Alliance idol Elite’s concert from a few days ago.

“Yayyy!! This may be a bit early, but I think I will give you the gift of a night of dreams about a sexy miniskirt Santa!! Oh ho ho!!”

It was unclear how much of the footage was real and how much was VFX, but the image underwent a dazzling change. The blonde ringlet curl, G-cup idol shook her body while wearing a red and white Santa costume that appeared to be a modified Elite special suit.

For a while, the princess’s expression grew even more expressionless than usual, but she finally pointed at the screen and spoke to the shop owner.

“Give me something that outdoes that.”

After being transformed into a miniskirt Santa for the tropical southern hemisphere, the princess headed to the Legitimacy Kingdom party.

(This does not seem like a very practical outfit.)

The princess looked down at her clothes.

(Well, as long as Quenser likes it. But will he really like this???)

The party seemed to have already begun. The Legitimacy Kingdom soldiers had divided up into groups where they chatted as they drank and ate. Everyone’s eyes turned toward the princess and they subsequently did nothing but stare at her. The princess could not tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing that they were acting like they had seen something they could not believe.

(Where is Quenser?)

After glancing around, the princess spotted the person she was looking for at one end of the party.

However…

“It’s not the same!! My actual siblings may try not to hurt my feelings, but they never say anything against how my family treats me!! You’re the only one that does, Quenser!! I was saying that you’re the most like a big brother to me!!”

The princess froze in place when she spotted Froleytia dead drunk and Quenser being held tightly by that large-breasted commander.

Also…



At that time, Lendy Farolito arrived at the party.

The mood of the Legitimacy Kingdom party was naturally ruined at the arrival of an enemy officer accompanied by Information Alliance soldiers. It was a potentially explosive situation, but they were in a cooperative relationship due to the coalition and the party was not located within the Legitimacy Kingdom base.

They had no legitimate reason to turn her away.

Lendy herself had not hesitated to head into the party because she was well aware of that.

An Information Alliance commander had arrived.

How would the Legitimacy Kingdom commander react? 

Naturally, everyone’s attention turned to Froleytia.

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“I won’t let you have him!! Quenser is my big brother and I won’t let anyone else have him!!”

“Remember your position here. I’m the small, cute one.”

A large-breasted miniskirt bikini Santa and an expressionless miniskirt Santa were fighting over a single boy. Lendy Farolito froze in place when she saw the Legitimacy Kingdom major who was otherwise occupied.

And then…

“Outta the way!!”

“Oh, man. This catfight will make an excellent gamble!!”

“Yeah, it’s not like any of us would ever have a chance with beauties whose positions and ranks are so much higher than ours.”

A portion of the Legitimacy Kingdom soldiers who saw the fight as a chance to make some money quickly moved to the center of the disturbance and circled them. Lendy’s path to the other commander was lost.

(I took a risk and tried to contact her in a way that would garner as much attention as possible, but they aren’t paying any attention to me!!)

The Information Alliance found value in the authenticity of information and in the methods used to disseminate and acquire such information, so that was a regretful turn of events.

When Lendy realized the person Froleytia had both her arms latched onto was the very same combat engineer boy that had secretly drawn the attention of a certain Information Alliance Elite, Lendy’s emotions quickly reached their limit.

“Y-you womanizer!!”

“Now someone I don’t even know is giving me an incredible title!! If I ever get business cards made, I’m definitely putting that one on there!!”

Froleytia then realized Quenser’s attention had turned toward someone other than herself.

“Who the hell are you? …I won’t let you have Quenser! He’s my big brother!!”

“I do not wish to have him!!” shouted Lendy while just barely managing to remain civil. “One of your men has been taking advantage of our Elite, so I thought I would stop by in the name of scouting him while actually having some fun throwing your human relations out of order. I never thought he was this dangerous, though… I must report this. I need to have a family meeting with that girl tonigh-…cough cough!!”

Lendy started choking a bit from yelling too much and reached over for a drink, but no civilian waiter was walking nearby.

Froleytia grabbed a glass filled with a clear liquid.

“Here, have some water. Honestly, can’t you do anything for yourself?” she grumbled.

“Hm? That glass…”

The combat engineer boy being held by Froleytia seemed to realize something, but Lendy had already gulped down the contents of the glass.

And…

“Cough!? Cough cough!! Th-this isn’t water! It’s vodka!!”

“What!? How dare you refuse to drink the water my big brother prepared!”

“Damn you. You have some nerve to do this to an officer from the Information Alliance where the truth and untruth of information is directly linked to right and wrong…”

The expressionless miniskirt Santa then passed her another drink.

“Calm down. Have another glass to wash the bad taste out of your mouth.”

“Oh, excellent idea. I think I can actually trust yo-…bbhh!! Th-th-this one is shochu!? Hic.”

Her complaint suddenly trailed off.

Just as Quenser started to get a very bad feeling about what was to come…

“And another thing!!” shouted Lendy.

“Wah!?”

“What are you thinking!? You’re tearing down the framework of the Information Alliance and Legitimacy Kingdom for that poor girl!! Do you understand how much of an incredible tragedy this is for her!?”

As Lendy Farolito approached with long strides, Froleytia seemed to sense some kind of danger.

She squeezed herself against Quenser even harder than before.

“I won’t let you have my big brother!!”

“I didn’t say anything to you!! I was clearly speaking to that womanizer!”

“Don’t look at her, Quenser! Look at me!!”

“Out of the way, drunk!! I need to lecture that womanizer!!”

Despite their words being directed at Quenser, the two drunks were looking only at each other.

“…”

All the while, the princess increased her wordless and expressionless intimidating presence.

A veritable storm was brewing.

Quenser could clearly feel it coming, so he tried to come up with a way to have the situation settle down. With how the princess looked subtly displeased while secretly entering dangerous territory, Quenser doubted she fit into any existing category of Japanese moe, but he had to do something about the danger before his eyes instead of focusing on that.

“W-wait, you two. Why don’t you calm dow-…”

“I hope you’re prepared to fight!!”

“If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get!!”

With that exchange that seemed more a form of a greeting than the beginning of a fight, Froleytia Capistrano and Lendy Farolito began glaring at each other at extremely close range.

That was when the soldiers of the Legitimacy Kingdom and Information Alliance witnessed a bizarre phenomenon.

They could not explain it with any standard means.

The boy who had come to the battlefield to study Object design had his head disappear.

Or to be more accurate…

His head was completely buried in the large breasts of the two women grabbing at him.