Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Daiyu half-closed her right eye, "We won didn’t we?"

"One observation out of many; you’re missing the word ’barely’," the blonde glared.

Daiyu shook her head, "Lighten up will ya? Like, of course it’s gonna be like, hard, but if you’re not gonna savour the small victories, what’s the point? And I wouldn’t like, call this small either," she took another sip.

Jotou exhaled, letting her brows relax, "I’m not saying I’m not happy we won or anything-"

"Then quit complaining and just let yourself go for a bit. You’ve done a lot today, kay?" Daiyu glugged every last drop. "We can get just a little tipsy," she raised her mug, "Another please!"

Some random soldier stood up immediately, rushing over the other soldier who was attempting the same to get a beer for the princess.

’Ugh, every time.’ Jotou massaged the bridge of her nose and Hotaru soothed the blonde’s shoulder. The two fastest soldiers made it back, wrestling to put both mugs on the table.

"Ah, fantastic, which one to pick..."

"I mean, I’ll have one," Hotaru raised her arm.

Both soldiers did not seem to mind at all; for the person who healed so many of their comrades? Why not after all. Daiyu slid a mug over.

Arabella made it back, a teapot with several cups on a tray and some grilled meat and long beans for herself. She placed it on the table and took a seat as Asobi began pouring it into cups.

Jotou leaned on the table, arms folded into one another, "Let me just give a bit of rationality while you’re still sober," she pinched her fingers together. The other six peered to her.