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L.E.T.S. H.A.N.G. - Chapter 4: Imperial Help Wanted - Episode 1
The bros chat about the top professions for being a hit with the ladies. When they spot a recruitment ad for imperial soldiers, Tomoi imagines himself deep in love with the imperial prime minister, Freesia.
Lowain and the bros are at the usual cafe, busy with their usual banter.
The topic of conversation for the day is what kind of job will make them popular with women.
Lowain: Anyway, however you slice it, Rackam is a popular guy.
Tomoi: Agreed. Working as a helmsman is definitely a plus point with women. He's got this wicked look when he takes the wheel.
Tomoi: And V—
Lowain: Hold it! No mentioning Vira, remember? Augh... Just when I thought I'd forgotten about her...
Tomoi: Haha! How paranoid are you? I was gonna say Vyrn, dude. Vyrn. That little guy totally has a way with women.
Elsam: Oh, and what about knights? And knight captains? They're no joke when it comes to popularity!
Vane (Event) is a crew member, Lancelot (Event) is a crew member
Elsam: Yeah, like Lancey... He's got the looks and that White Dragon thing going on, right? Even my heart skips a beat when he's around.
Lowain: Siegfried's not bad either, man. He's totally the kind of dude you can look up to.
Vane (Event) not in crew, Lancelot (Event) not in crew
Elsam: I wish I could be a knight. Imagine it... Knight Captain Sammy!
Lowain: Huh? Dude, Sir Elsam is way more knight-y than Sir Sammy.
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Tomoi: Hmm... But y'know what I think? Royalty definitely tops the popularity charts.
Seruel is a crew member
Tomoi: Like Seruel! That dude is just all elegance. Plus when he's in his armor, he totally has that knight thing going on too, right?
Elsam: A knight and a prince! True royalty is pretty hard to beat.
Tomoi: He wears a tuxedo sometimes too. He looks like a total gentleman in it!
Elsam: Oh yeah, I've seen him in that! That tux is totally radical. What's with the whole bare-skin-under-the-armpit thing though?
Tomoi: That's part of the appeal, stupid! I guess it's just beyond the comprehension of a pleb like you.
Elsam: Ahaha! Don't act all high and mighty! You're just as much of a pleb as me.
Seruel not in crew
Tomoi: Like a king, y'know? And in my kingdom, nobody says a king can't marry a commoner! By royal decree I command you all do as you please!
Elsam: Ahaha! King Tomoi!
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Lowain: Hmm... But back on topic, we're never gonna be knight captains or princes, man. Let's focus on reality.
Lowain: Like, y'know... a job that'll give you instant popularity, or something to broaden your appeal.
Elsam: You're good with kids, and you're not a bad cook, right? How about some kinda servant job?
Tomoi: That's good news for you, Lowain, dude. You can pick something like that from over there.
Lowain: Huh? From the help wanted ads?
In the direction Tomoi points, there is a bulletin board inside the cafe, with a range of help wanted advertisements pinned to it.
Elsam: Lemme see... The weapon shop, the secondhand shop, the Knickknack Shack... Oh, the bakery is hiring too.
Tomoi: You can cook, so the bakery would work, right? You could make us a fancy breakfast.
Lowain: No, I want a job to impress women, not something that's totally the same as my job now!
Tomoi: Okay, fine! Here, look... a serious job! The Erste Imperial Army wants you!
Elsam: Ahaha! An imperial soldier? Yeah, you'd make a great imp, dude!
Lowain: Heh! All right, men! Are you ready to join your captain and take out the enemies of the empire?
Tomoi: Hey, don't shout at the ad. The soldiers in the picture might hear you, dude.
Tomoi: Wait, isn't that a picture of Pommern?
Elsam: I didn't know the imps needed job ads. They're always popping up; I thought maybe they just sprouted out of the ground like weeds.
Elsam: What do women see in imperial soldiers anyway?
Lowain: Hmm... They have a bad reputation, but I heard the pay is good. I guess if you have money, you can take someone on exciting dates.
Lowain: Hmm... I wonder what they get paid? Let's see...
Lowain and the others crowd around the bulletin board and peer at the recruitment ad.
Lowain: What? Seriously? They make how much?
Elsam: Wow, that's a lot! Ah, and look at the fine print too. There's a trial period, and they pay your medical expenses.
Tomoi: Whoa! No fair! Would experience as a helmsman get you special treatment? There are positions with the prime minister too, right?
Lowain: Huh? What's that about the prime minister?
Elsam: Freesia, right? She's kinda cute. You mean, like, riding on an airship with her?
Tomoi: Hmmm... Riding on an airship with Freesia, huh?
Lowain: You know, if you were on an airship with Freesia...
Elsam: On an airship with Freesia...
All Three: You might have a chance with her!
Lowain: Hey, wait! We shouldn't be getting starry-eyed over the enemy! She's definitely good looking though.
Elsam: What! No way! You're kinda right though...
Tomoi: Freezie...
Lowain and Elsam: Huh?
Tomoi: If I could work under Freezie...
A young commander stands aboard an imperial airship as battle rages against the enemy.
Tomoi: Ahahaha! Look at that rain of cannon fire from the starboard side! Things are heating up!
Tomoi: Hmm... The port side is looking a little sad though. Maybe I should send some partygoers that way.
Potato-Punk: Commander Tomoi! The enemy is headed this way. Should we intercept them?
Tomoi: Intercept? Uh, sure. Anyway, we don't need to destroy them—just scaring them off should be fine.
Potato-Punk: E-excuse me, sir... I also have a message from the prime minister. She wants you in her cabin after you've won the battle.
Tomoi: Sure. Must be some new orders, huh?
Tomoi: Excuse me! You called, Prime Minister?
Freesia: Commander. Congratulations on your latest victory. Please, take a seat.
Tomoi: But, Prime Minister, this is your private cabin! For me to sit with you as though we are equals would be scandalous!
Freesia: Sit. That's an order.
Tomoi: Yes, Prime Minister!
Freesia: Here are your orders. Set a course north to rendezvous with the supplies unit. Get the equipment in order and have the crew rest.
Tomoi: As you command, Prime Minister!
Freesia: Oh, and when we're in here, you don't need to call me Prime Minister.
Tomoi: Yes—
Er, pardon me?
Er, pardon me?
Freesia: When we have resupplied, plot a course west to regroup with the scouting unit on standby. Oh, and you can call me by my name.
Tomoi: Understood, Lady Freesia!
Freesia: Stop being so formal.
Tomoi: Okay, Freezie!
Freesia: Good. Now, that's it for your orders, but tell me, Commander: what do you think?
Tomoi: Um... huh? I dunno. I guess it's good? To let the crew rest and stuff.
Freesia: Sigh...
Freesia: That's not what I meant, Commander. I'm asking what you think of me.
Tomoi: W-what? Um... I, er...
Freesia: Stop fooling around. You're the finest officer in the empire. Don't pretend you haven't seen right through me already.
Freesia: Answer me. This is an order from your superior.
Freesia: But don't even think about deceiving me. If you lie just to make me feel better, I'll have you court-martialed.
Tomoi: Freezie...
Freesia: Tomoi...
Suddenly Tomoi pulls Freesia into a hug, feeling in that embrace the anxiety and shyness that lies beneath her icy words.
And so begins a romance more dangerous than any battle they have faced so far.