Transmigrated to a Dark Fantasy World of SSS-Rank: King of the Void-Chapter 29: She’s Not a Princess!

It was the stereotypical adventurers’ bar in every sense of the word. Wooden mugs filled with foamy beer moved from side to side across the rustic oak tables, carried by beautiful waitresses with low necklines and generous busts.

Laughter filled the establishment, along with arguments and imminent fights, but despite all that, it looked like a cozy place anyone could visit after a stressful day of work.

Unfortunately, for a hikikomori like Mitsuki, this place looked like a damn hell. There were demons everywhere, which instinctively made him turn around to run away.

"Come on, Mitsuki. Don’t be shy," Jeanne said, grabbing him by the hand.

Stiff as stone, Mitsuki moved forward beside her. Ellegaard looked at them and shook her head.

’No, no, no! I don’t want to! I’m scared!’

This was worse than the guild.

When they walked through the door, many people in the place turned to look at them. Immediately afterward, a rough-looking bearded man with hairy arms and chest shouted:

"The princess is here!"

Everyone raised their beer mugs in the air, shouting as if they were praising Jeanne. The princess in question waved at them with a smile. It was that famous "royal greeting" Mitsuki had once seen on the internet news.

’What am I supposed to do in this situation? They forced me to be here!’

His gaze dropped to the floor within seconds. With all those eyes on him while he walked behind Jeanne, he couldn’t even stand upright like a normal person.

Beside them, Ellegaard seemed especially calm. She walked toward one of the tables where two bald men were drinking their beer. She looked at them in silence, but her eyes carried a darkness that made everyone’s skin crawl.

"This is my table," she said, placing the tip of her staff on the wood. "Could you leave?"

The men, who were taller than the elf, silently stood up and walked away trembling with fear. Ellegaard smiled and looked at Jeanne.

"It’s free."

Mitsuki shuddered at the words coming from that woman.

’No! It’s not free! You scared them away with that terrifying look! You’re like the town bully!’

Now it made sense—the mistreatment he had received from her and the fear the adventurers at the guild had shown earlier when they arrived in the city.

Jeanne lightly bumped Mitsuki’s shoulder with hers, letting go of his hand.

"Let’s drink. I’ll pay for the first round."

"But I said that— Huh? Hey!"

The blonde girl didn’t let him finish. She pushed him toward the table and dropped him onto the bench—a long wooden structure that served as seating for about four people in the corner of the place. She sat beside him with a smile, raised her hand, and said:

"Minerva, bring me two cold beers and an apple cider!"

Then she looked at Ellegaard.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"A salad," she replied. "And stop shouting. I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that. You sound like a peasant."

"There’s nothing wrong with being a peasant. I wish I had been born as one. Then I would’ve had a more fun life from the beginning instead of all that royalty stuff and arranged marriage."

Shrinking into the corner of the bench, Mitsuki narrowed his eyes. Leaving aside the fact that Jeanne was dangerously close—which sent memories flying through his mind—he thought about everything around him, but especially about the girl who treated him like a toy all the time.

’She really... isn’t a princess...’

Princesses were elegant maidens or honorable warriors, but Jeanne was far too free-spirited to fit into either of those archetypes.

Suddenly, what seemed to be a mature woman appeared holding two beer mugs and a large glass cup filled with an amber-colored liquid. She was beautiful for the age hinted at by the faint wrinkles on her skin. Her black hair tied back and her seductive red eyes drew the attention of the men around her—but not just that. Her body, tightly wrapped in a peasant dress, drove anyone who looked at her crazy.

Mitsuki was no exception. When he saw her, his eyes almost popped out of his face. Those two large breasts pressed against her clothes looked like they were about to burst.

’Maybe it’s not so bad being here.’

He had never been very aware of the women around him, but ever since Jeanne had shown him her naked body under the moonlight, he couldn’t help but look at every beautiful woman nearby with lustful eyes. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Here are your drinks. Would you like something to eat?" the woman said kindly.

Ellegaard nodded.

"A vegetable salad. Jeanne wants a lot of meat, and for the tick..."

’Huh? Me? When it comes to food, please don’t make unnecessary comments about my appearance.’

"Since he’s a skinny, undernourished twig, bring him a good plate of meat to start with. Maybe he’ll gain some fat on that skeletal body."

’Of course... disrespect is abundant here.’

After the woman wrote down the orders and left, Ellegaard took one of the beer mugs just like Jeanne did, leaving the apple cider free for Mitsuki. He looked at the drink nervously, since he had never consumed alcohol in his life.

’Will it be like energy drinks?’

He looked at Jeanne as if asking permission to drink. She, holding her beer mug, said:

"It’s cider—a pretty mild drink to start with. It’s made from apples. The taste shouldn’t bother you."

"Oh. I see..."

"Since you’re not a drinker, you should take it slow. I don’t want to carry a filthy tick with my magic again."

Mitsuki grabbed the glass, looked at it carefully, and swallowed nervously. He was very tense. Soon he noticed that people at the nearby tables were watching him expectantly. Was it that obvious it was his first time drinking? Of course it was. Mitsuki was like an open book.

’I guess it’s like my manager used to say: "Having new experiences is healthy for the soul." To hell with it!’

He raised the glass and swallowed the entire cider in one gulp. Then he slammed his fist on the table and placed the glass beside him. A small burp escaped him, which he tried to hide so he wouldn’t look rude.

However, everyone applauded.

"Well done, newbie!"

"That’s how you drink!"

"You did great!"

"Drink another!"

Jeanne placed a hand on his shoulder with a smile.

"Watch and learn, kid," she said, lifting her mug and pouring the beer down her throat with the speed of a professional drinker. She slammed the mug against the table, making it tremble, and let out a long, satisfied sigh. "That’s how it’s done."

Mitsuki’s eyes sparkled a little. Somehow he felt more confident. In fact, he felt slightly dizzy and his face was a bit numb.

He looked at Ellegaard, who did something similar—but in a less wild, more elegant way. By the second gulp, the elf’s mug was already empty.

’I didn’t think it would be this easy. And the people in this place...’

They praised him for drinking his first glass without knowing the context of the situation. It reminded him a little of the past—a warm feeling that, somehow, didn’t belong to him. Now he wanted to experience that again.

’I think I’ll order another cider.’

He raised his hand to order another drink the way Jeanne had earlier, but after that everything turned blurry in an ocean of distorted images mixed with voices, laughter, pain, and tears.

It was fun in some strange way, but everything was so confusing that his sense of time became a complete mess.

When he regained his lucidity, he was lying on a bed. Pieces of Jeanne’s armor were scattered all over the floor, and she, with her terrifying yet beautiful emerald eyes, was looking at him while sitting on top of him.

’Huh?’

It was only a few drinks, right?