Yabe was leaping elegantly from roof to roof.

By circulating his energy around and around, his body felt as light as a feather. He got quite carried away and even jumped across the main street through the air a few times.

"Man, flying through the air feels great, Irina!"

"Hyowaa~"

Compared to Yabe, who had completely gotten used to aerial movement, Irina—whose body was still being controlled—kept letting out strange screams in terror.

"Phew! Let’s take a breather."

Yabe stopped on a roof and called out to Irina.

"Hyowaa~"

Looking closely, her eyes were spinning. Her semicircular canals are way too weak.

The Corna Margrave’s residence was just ahead—up the sloping main street. It was already visible. They had finally made it this far.

Once he calmed down a bit, he started feeling hungry.

...When did he start getting hungry?

Back when he was alone, he didn’t feel sleepiness or hunger at all. But after starting to live with Logan and the Chick Captain squad, and especially Irina, preparing meals and eating together gradually made him feel hungry around mealtime.

Daily rhythm really is important.

"So, Irina. Let’s grab some food before heading back to the Corna Margrave’s place."

"Hwa? I don’t really get the ’so’ part... but yeah, I’m hungry."

"Alright, let’s go eat."

"What are we eating?"

Irina tilted her head cutely.

However, since Yabe was currently using Victor Bringer, his viewpoint was from the back of Irina’s head. It felt a bit weird.

"Fufufu, I’ve already got a lock on it. Right under this roof. There’s an insanely savory, delicious smell. My intuition is never wrong."

Ever since his time on Earth, he had a sharp nose for these things.

"This smell... no doubt about it. They’re using soy sauce."

In isekai light novels, Japanese food is strangely hard to come by. Soy sauce in particular is often rare or unavailable. Probably because it’s a seasoning born from Japan’s unique culture. The same goes for miso. But just because it’s another world doesn’t mean it can’t exist. It’s not strange at all if it does. If so, he should be grateful to the craftsmen who made it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

What he was smelling right now was fried rice. His intuition told him so.

"Irina, let’s go."

"Hoeh!?"

Yabe did a double spin in the air from the roof and landed softly in front of the shop.

"Fufu, a splendid landing!"

Or so he thought—

"Y-Y-Yabe!!"

Irina was angry. What’s wrong?

For now, he released Victor Bringer, took out a robe from his sub-space compressed storage, and put it on.

Irina stood in front of him with a bright red face, cheeks puffed out, glaring at him.

"Because you were controlling my hands, I couldn’t hold down my skirt..."

"Hwaa!?"

Irina’s speech patterns were rubbing off on him.

Wait, Irina was wearing a miniskirt...

He hadn’t noticed at all.

When he did that flashy double spin and landed straight down in front of the shop, his legs went straight down while both hands spun elegantly in the air. He didn’t hold the skirt down.

That meant when he descended, the skirt had flipped up with full force.

He had a contract with the wind spirit Sylph, but he hadn’t asked her to protect the skirt. So the usual light novel promise of "you can’t see inside a beautiful elf’s miniskirt!" did not apply.

In other words... Irina’s panties had been completely exposed for all to see.

"Yaaaaabe~~~!!"

Irina’s eyes were overflowing with tears, on the verge of breaking like a dam!

"Idiot idiot idiot idiot!"

She jumped into his chest and started pounding him with weak punches.

Back on Earth he used to think "die, normies!" but... these poka-poka punches didn’t hurt at all. In fact, they made him want to protect her. So this is what the normies felt...!

"There, there. Irina’s panties are mine and mine alone, so don’t worry about it. Anyway, you’re hungry, right? Let’s go inside and eat."

"Fueh!? Yabe’s alone... hwa... yeah, let’s go in."

Irina’s face turned bright red and she started slurring her words. What’s with her? Did I say something weird? Well, she’s gripping the hem of the robe tightly now, so it should be fine for the time being.

"Welcome! You open, boss?"

Yabe opened the shabby wooden sliding door and called inside.

"Welcome. Yeah, we’re open."

A somewhat gruff, well-built middle-aged man replied from behind the counter.

"Sit wherever you like."

Yabe guided Irina to sit at the counter. Luckily, there were no other customers.

"This smell is definitely soy sauce. What a nice, fragrant aroma. Is it a dish where you stir-fry rice with it?"

"Yeah, you’ve got a good nose. It’s called fried rice."

"For real!?"

It’s exactly like on Earth! No choice but to eat it!

"Fried rice, large portion! Irina, regular size okay?"

"Fueh!?"

"I mean, is regular size fine for the fried rice?"

"Ah... regular is fine-ra."

"Your sentence endings have been weird for a while now?"

"Fueh!? N-no they haven’t-nya."

"...Whatever. Boss! One large fried rice and one regular!"

"Comin’ right up!"

Yabe watched the boss skillfully tossing the ingredients in the big iron wok, eagerly awaiting the completion of the fried rice.

– Around that time in Ferbein –

"D-Did you see that just now...?"

"Yeah... a heavenly maiden."

"No, a saintess, right? She healed a ton of people, disappeared, and then was flying through the sky."

"...And flashing her panties the whole time."

""""Beautiful..."""""

A large group of men stared up at the sky with enraptured expressions.

"It’s a goddess! A goddess has descended!"

"No, it’s a saintess! Not that wicked saintess from the capital—the real one has appeared!"

"Goddess!"

"No, saintess!"

Young priests were arguing in the middle of the main street over whether the flying woman was a goddess or a saintess. Incidentally, the capital’s saintess was being heavily dissed.

"To completely heal so many critically ill patients... that is undoubtedly the work of a goddess!"

"Exactly! It’s like night and day compared to the wicked saintess in the capital!"

"You idiot! It’s presumptuous to even compare them!"

Along with Irina’s promotion to goddess status, the dissing of the capital’s saintess accelerated.

"Even so..."

"""Those pure white panties were the best...""""

The priests prayed toward the sky.

The town’s women were dancing wildly in the streets with excitement.

"Did you see? She was flying just now! That was the Apostle-sama’s attendant, right?"

"That woman looked like a saintess too!"

"I heard she’s a goddess?"

"""Kyaaaa! So amazing!!""""

Groups of women were squealing and hyping each other up. Similar gossip circles were popping up all over town.

"So cool! She’s a goddess!"

"That armor looked super expensive!"

"As expected of a goddess!"

"Even so..."

"""Her white panties were so cuuuute~~!!""""

Irina’s white panties were also extremely popular among the women.

And so, in the fortress city of Ferbein, pure white panties became all the rage, selling out one after another in stores.

– Meanwhile, in the Capital –

"Saintess-sama! This is terrible!"

In the grand cathedral of the royal capital Barlon, the room of the girl known as the Saintess was extravagantly decorated.

A priest knocked on the door and entered.

"What is it!? You’re so noisy!"

The girl who answered was beautiful, but her tone and sharp eyes gave her a very harsh impression.

"They say a saintess has appeared in the fortress city of Ferbein!"

"Haaah!? What are you talking about, you idiot? I’m right here."

The girl called the Saintess looked down on the young priest.

"They say she completely healed over a thousand critically ill patients."

"What did you say!?"

That was impossible. Magic that could fully heal critically ill patients was a divine miracle.

Naturally, even she couldn’t do it.

"And... after healing them, she flew around the rooftops of Ferbein and left."

"Haaah!? Why was she jumping around on rooftops?"

It made no sense.

"Also... she was flying while flashing white panties... In Ferbein, it’s become a huge topic called ’The Saintess’s White Panties.’"

"W-W-W-What are you saying!? I didn’t do anything so indecent!"

The Saintess flew into a rage. The young priest didn’t think for a second that this bad-tempered, constantly complaining girl could be the real saintess. He sincerely wished the true saintess would come to the capital...

"Saintess-sama! This is terrible!"

The same line again as another knock came at the door. This was the second priest; the first one was still standing there.

"A goddess has descended in the fortress city of Ferbein!"

""Haaaaah!?""

They had just been told a saintess appeared, and now it’s a goddess!?

"She completely healed over a thousand critically ill patients and flew away through the sky!"

"Ah, is this the same story as the saintess earlier?"

The young priest interjected.

"Yeah, yeah. But apparently she’s way beyond a saintess! It’s a true divine miracle!"

The priests were getting worked up.

"Moreover, the goddess flew through the sky while flashing her pure white panties..."

"Kuuu~ How wonderful!"

The priests were moved to tears.

"Are you all idiots!? What is wrong with you people!?"

In the grand cathedral of the royal capital, the girl known as the Saintess was screaming her head off.