Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

--Royal Castle Courtyard Square.

Carefully arranged trees bring beautiful leakage days to the square.

Prepared by one of the royal families, the square usually served as a public place for anyone visiting the castle.

Nevertheless, it's in front of the building.

It was mostly a place of rest for the prepared public houses and those connected to the houses, and was occasionally used to invite royal figures.

Fouta and Corona were brought here.

Corona followed her on her own, but Richter didn't say anything.

"Dear Richter! Where have you been?!

I've been expecting you...

"You are an example of a knight candidate brought by His Highness...."

Aristocrats who were waiting for a tea party in the square frowned.

The "Chamberlains" who were preparing also bowed their heads respectfully to the appearance of Richter.

Fouta was convinced by the difference between a full-time "chamberlain" and her own maid.

Certainly, Corona is not a chamberlain.

"Well, gentlemen. I had a special guest for today's meeting."

In Richter's proclamation, the eyes of more than a dozen nobles turned to Futa at once.

It was a familiar sight for Futa to mock maliciously and show a variety of negative emotions in color.

Don't be too accustomed and happy.

"Yes, the first princess's knight candidate rumored in the royal castle."

The surroundings are rough.

"I'm not gonna do that."

"You can say anything with your mouth."

Richter cut off Futa's words and walked to the lawn a little away from the banquet.

"A knight of Her Highness prefers someone stronger than Her Highness. That's what your Highness has been saying for a long time now."

"... so?

"--You 're not stupid either. Can't you understand who will be the Princess's knight and the circumstances that will make her move?

"You mean you want to get knights out of your faction and I'm in your way?

Hmm.

The snorting Richter whispered so as not to be heard by Futa.

"--it's not that simple."

and.

And look at Futa again.

"Are you in my way or not? It's up to you now."

"--I see. If I'm weaker than you, I'm not going to be a knight, so I'm going to be a stone by the street."

"You're talking too fast. It doesn't matter what you say in your mouth. What I want is proof."

That said, Richter threw three sheathed swords at Fouta's feet.

Long stabbing sword Konzesh, short stabbing sword Parash, and another, short, thick sword - Gladius.

"Choose what you like."

He narrowed his eyes, and Huta looked at Richter's waist, not the three swords.

His sword is Gladius.

I didn't get lost and got the same thing.

"Oh, he must have used Konzesh."

"It's foolish to dare to use the same thing as Richter."

Smooth, mockery leaking from behind.

Grabbing Gladius, Fouta closed for the first time.

It would be easier to lose to Richter here.

They don't take themselves for granted, and life is waiting for Futa as usual.

But I noticed.

If that's what Lilac was expecting.

Is it urgent to prove that you are a strong gladiator?

― Conversely, what do you mean you don't have to prove it?

No. Simply putting too much as a mere diner doesn't sound good to the outside... and it's troublesome to sneak away from your training. "

I see.

Lilac said so.

If we lose to Richter here, we will not be able to prove that we are a strong gladiator.

"... are you motivated?"

Seeing that the signs of Huta had changed, Richter narrowed his eyes.

"You were still going to be a knight."

"No, the princess would make me a knight."

"Though you may not know, Your Highness will do whatever it takes for any purpose. It's under investigation."

"Examine?"

"... that you and Your Highness are wearing a night sword."

Huta's eyebrows move small.

"Seems like he was doing it pretty secretly. Your danger was higher than you and Your Highness thought."

"It seems to you that the princess who can exchange blades with strangers is dangerous and doesn't move in the direction. I'm starting to understand how you feel about the princess."

"... now, even if you use weird recording techniques, it's troublesome. I won't say anything."

Richter was not always out of sight of the corona that was before him by the nobles.

The vigilance of not knowing when she will use magic.

"So, what are you doing with your sword at night?"

Grabbing Gladius, Huta asked.

Richter told me all the same.

"I'm picking up horse bones and training them to be stronger than me, or I'm going to beat the princess by eight centuries."

Tingling and air tightened.

"... Master Futa?

The corona felt something, muttering small.

Richter also raised one eyebrow and turned to the lid.

"... eight hundred long. Eight hundred long."

Futa brings back memories.

That day, I deliberately lost to the gladiator in front of me.

I inadvertently pretended that my sword had been played and fell.

I can't afford to think about whether this is good or not. My mind is being chased away, and I realized that it was the biggest stain of my life.

--Lilac's sword always looks fun.

Our relationship with her was a happy time for Futa.

I want to kill myself just thinking about polluting it with 800 centuries.

If Lilac was stronger than me.

I wish I could lose to her on purpose. --It's pathetic and helpless.

Now that I know the joy of switching swords, I thought:

"Never do that."

"I don't care what you say."

Richter's answer was simple.

"Don't make fun of the princess."

"I've never made a fool of myself. No one is more afraid of her than I am. [M] That's why I say, Your Highness, you can do it."

Both assertions were actually correct.

Lilac wouldn't hesitate to do it if he had a purpose and needed 800 lengths to do it.

However, in the arrangement with Futa, there is no way of replacing it, such as eight hundred long.

That's all we talked about.

"Can you say anything with your mouth?

Oh, yeah.

"Then I'll prove to you that the princess won't do anything to me by defeating you."

"... well said. Well then, come on. All we need is proof."

The lid and richter stand up.

The tensioned air is instant.

But air-readable remarks there fly.

"No matter how hard the Unemployed try, you can't be a knight! Why don't you give up now!!

"Don't do it before I show you the devil! You don't want to be ashamed of yourself, do you?

"No, Richter has prepared some dishes for me. Let's enjoy it loosely."

Futa didn't seem to care about Richter, who clasped his face secretly.

I am accustomed to a battle in which only curses are directed.

So...

"Shut up. You don't have to stand up. Keep your eyes shut as witnesses. [M] Remember how stupid I was about recording?

Richter's sip surprised Futa a little.

But he didn't mind Huta's behavior.

"Hey, maid. Keep a record of this stand. Complete evidence."

Corona lit up her hand as Richter had said and glanced at Fouta.

"Maid, I'm a little worried! Would you like a word of confidence?

"A reliable word. I don't know."

Think about it a little, Futa looks at Richter.

"If I win, you won't be guilty, will you?

"... hah. I swear by my name."

Corona raises her mouth while recording the interaction.

"That's all, I said in a reliable word. --Master Futa.

Too small a arena for Colosseum.

A voice was placed on the back of Futa, who was always fighting under the curse.

Good luck!

It was a careless voice.

For Futa, it was no longer a force.