Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

Master, she likes to preach, but she also has some bad habits.

Every time she killed an alien, she would kiss me.

And it’s a French kiss, which makes people feel suffocated every time.

My master said that this would prevent me from being affected by killing and turning me into a pure killer.

Sometimes I would hold some candy in my mouth, and it was during this time that I developed my common sense in other areas.

"Disciple, do you think we have no motherland?"

This went on for many years until I gradually grew up and more and more techniques were embedded in my body.

"...Nowadays, no one knows where their motherland is, right?"

I was grilling skewers of meat by the fire, listening to the crackling sound.

There are foreigners everywhere, it's good enough to be able to survive.

"You, me...our motherland is in the east."

The master's legs were already wrapped around my waist, and he was leaning against my back and talking drunkenly.

"Yes, after all, I look like this and can speak the Eastern dialect naturally."

I smiled. Although I already had the body of a twelve or thirteen year old, boys develop late after all. When the master hugged me like this, he could hardly see me.

Even though the master looks drunk, she can hear any movement in the middle of the night.

"Wrong..."

The master kissed me on the cheek and then started pouring more wine.

The wine slid down the master's lips, across her white neck, her charming collarbone, until it wet her chest and my hair.

"It's because you're from the East, hiccup... that you can speak it."

In fact, I have been making a living in that enclave since I can remember. It must be difficult for me to accept when you suddenly tell me all this.

But my master's teachings over the past few years have helped me understand what my motherland is like.

"Master, drink less."

I handed the skewers to the chef and took the bottle of wine from her.

I clearly can't drink but I like to drink, and I don't know what this bad habit is.

"Hehe... Master won't get drunk. You... You're almost grown up. You're not suitable to follow Master anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

I put down the bottle silently. The master's flexible legs still did not loosen, so I simply carried her into the tent.

The master, who usually punches me a few times when he's drunk, was unusually well-behaved today.

"Although... although you are very beautiful, hiccup..."

"Master, you are not as good-looking as me. Master, relax your legs. It's time to go to sleep. I will go to keep watch outside."

I patted my master's legs, and when I was about to put her down, she suddenly hugged me tightly.

My legs and arms were like a cage, tightly imprisoning me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

The master leaned tightly on my shoulder. I don’t know if it was my illusion, but I seemed to hear him sobbing.

"...Don't leave, Agnes."

She sobbed, then burst into tears, shouting a name I didn't recognize at all.

I don’t know why, but I feel like my heart is a little empty and uncomfortable, making me want to go out for a walk.

The inexplicable irritability, the warmth on my shoulders, and the black and white blend of hair helped me get through this somewhat dull summer night.

Extra

Let me talk about my life recently. Even though no one may listen, I will just consider it as my own record of my retirement life.

I am a supply division of the Fifth Armored Division of the Empire. As we all know, the work of a supply division is not only to dress the Valkyries and resonate with their spirits. However, this job is not something that everyone can do. I am lucky to have such a stable job.

What is this, you ask? A collar? No, this is a spirit particle resonance device. It is necessary to help the Valkyrie synchronize. This thing will follow me for the rest of my life. You should know about the Valkyrie. What? As an imperial, you don't know about the Valkyrie? Then I have to follow you.

Valkyries are the most valuable resource on the battlefield. Their value is comparable to that of an aerospace carrier. Hmm? They are not scary, they are all very interesting people. The few Valkyries I have taken over were very nice to me. They would take me with them when they took a bath. The distribution division usually does not have the right to

Ah... there's nothing we can do about it. Normally they are very tired after fighting and can't always do anything in front of the public.

I'm not just idling around! I suffered a lot to learn all that knowledge, but I've saved a lot of money from the war over the past few years, and I'm planning to open a restaurant, but unfortunately I can't hire anyone right now.

But I didn't expect that when I was recording this in the store, there would be a knock on the door of my shabby apartment, and the person who came would change my retirement career.

"Long time no see, my servant~"

The big sister with dazzling blonde hair was standing in front of the door, her white long skirt blown up by the breeze, and she spoke to me with a smile.

Yes, it’s a pity that the area in front of the chest can’t be supported.

The elves are a race that can be pronounced as Seling.

Yes, I usually act as her ** processor. She said I am much more useful than those toys. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad.

After entertaining her, she complained to me

"You're so old."

There's nothing I can do. I'm not a Valkyrie, so I can only live in a place like this.

Talking about our recent life, it was obvious that Freya was doing much better than me, with invitations from entertainment companies and re-employment by the military. However, after I told her that I wanted to open a restaurant, she held my hand.

"I want to come too~"

I can't afford to hire you.

"It doesn't matter, I'll be considered a shareholder and we'll split the income equally"

Eh? This kind of small restaurant is not suitable.

"Don't worry about it, I want it anyway."

How come you're riding on me while we were talking?

Looking at Freya's shining eyes, it's obvious that she has been holding back for a long time.

Alas, it's a pity that she has small breasts

After she was happy, I was exhausted.

"The guy next door, keep your voice down!!"

Freya screamed even more happily, even though she was just lying on top of me, looking at me with a smile on her face.

"How about letting me invest?"

Of course, we are very happy that someone has invested in the company, not to mention that it is Freya. It is said that the elves' food is also delicious.

"I'm very happy."

Happy?

"Yes, you disappeared as soon as the war ended. It's very difficult to find you. Your hometown is blank. You are the only one who distributes the Valkyries to us. I'm really happy to see you again."

Thank you. I am also very happy, but I am a little wet...

Freya blushed, pecked me on the forehead, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Sure enough, the elves smell good no matter what they eat.

I wasn't used to it at first, but later I learned that elves need this kind of behavior regularly to suppress their impulses, especially since Freya seems to be from a single-parent family and can only depend on her mother.

Are you happy?

Well, I should be very happy. After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time.

I wiped myself off and started to make the bed.

The air-conditioned room of the old apartment was filled with a faint fragrance, which was probably a small change brought by the elves. My apartment was very simple, with almost nothing except the necessary furniture, which saved the trouble of cleaning.

"what a pity."

What a pity?

Watching Freya stroking my "collar", I didn't understand what she meant for a moment. She looked at my chest with a regretful look, then looked at my lower body, with a malicious look on her face.

"Mingming... forget it, go take a good bath, and I'll treat you to a nice dinner when you come out~"

She pushed me and then walked towards the kitchen with the things she brought.

Since she doesn't want to talk, there's no need to ask.

This is how my military service has been over the years. Ask less and do more to survive.

I grabbed my vest and some underwear and went into the bathroom.

The summer in Anderland is always hot. It has been like this since I can remember.

After taking a shower, I quickly tied my hair into a ponytail. I didn’t plan to turn off the air conditioner for the whole day, otherwise I would be covered in sweat after taking a shower.

Freya has already come out from the kitchen, busy with her work, preparing a few simple dishes that are exquisite and appetizing.

good to eat

"Yeah, but why don't you tie your hair properly? Comb it before tying it up."

Freya smiled with satisfaction. She didn't pick up her chopsticks. Instead, she untied the hair rope behind me and tied my hair up again.

It seems like there have been days like this before, although I can’t remember exactly when.

I have to say that the elves have good taste and the portion is just right.

The last time I met Freya was on the day of the medals awarded after the battle. I remember that I was watching the Valkyries receiving the medals from the commander. They all looked a little absent-minded, perhaps because they had too many medals to put away.

It was also for this reason that I boarded the airship leaving the military camp and returned to my hometown without watching the awarding ceremony.

"Oh, so that's how it is? No wonder I was wondering why the military was so anxious at the time. So you just left?"

Does it matter?

I looked at Freya, not quite understanding what she meant.

"Didn't anyone stop you when you left?"

No, it seems to me that they can’t wait for me to leave.

These words made Freya's face darken. She was obviously unhappy. After dialing the number, she said something in Elvish.

I don't understand, so I just clean up the dishes.

"Yeah, that's right, how do you do things..."

After putting away the dishes, I took out two bottles of "soda" from the refrigerator.

This is a drink from the last generation. Except for poor places like Anderlan, there is probably no other place that sells such glass bottled drinks. My body doesn't care about it anymore, and the elves probably don't need to care about these things.

Some irritating afternoons, and cold orange juice

"Want to go back?"

Freya hugged me from behind and rubbed my ears.

Where to go back?

"In the army, the new Valkyries of the Armored Division need a qualified leader. Anjie is too young. The twelve new Valkyries don't even know what war is yet..."

I thought about this question seriously, although it only took a few minutes.

Must not

"Really? Why?"

She didn't seem surprised by my decision and just kissed me on the cheek

There's no war to fight, I'm just a normal guy

She burst out laughing, which made me look at her in confusion.

"You, if you are an ordinary person, then what are we Valkyries?"

Valkyrie...is that Valkyrie?