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

--Royal Castle Courtyard Square.

A pleasant lunch break on a leaky day.

Futa was worried.

Should I say so? You're losing your mind.

However, if I found out that I had helped Eight Hundred Chiefs, my relationship with Lilac from now on might also be cracked.

The contract with Lilac is only to make a deal.

But right now, I need proof that the lid is strong.

If Futa, for example, rides eight hundred feet with Richter.

I hated what Lilac thought.

I hated it, and I wouldn't want to keep him with me.

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

Ah, my ears echoed when I made the arrangement earlier.

I'm not going to be a knight. But...

The part where "unemployed" said "no matter how hard I try" hurt.

In fact, the problem was the result of the efforts that the unemployed continued to make.

Whether you are unemployed or not, I want to satisfy Lilac's trust.

Fouta knows.

The sword of Lilac. Fight alone, always polishing the sword of betrayal.

That's why I wanted to reduce my chances of betraying you a little bit.

"Princess"

"What's wrong?

"I will not betray the princess's expectations."

"Eh, suddenly a declaration?... hah. Well, I don't think I'd betray you."

"That's good."

"Huta? What is that smile? I don't know anything."

If you don't think I'll betray you, you just have to trust me.

"Huta... occasionally feels like she lacks communication skills."

Eh?

"You're not going to be shocked."

"I'm sorry... I grew up without talking to people."

"... that's fine. What I want from you is not counseling or anything."

After shaking his head, Lilac turned back to Futa.

"Futa, please meet your expectations."

"Yes, of course."

"... that's a good answer. Let's do it."

Huta guessed.

"Ah, here's a nice dialogue....."

"I'm not going to be a partner. It doesn't matter."

Rather, Lilac continued.

I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight.

"Yes, let's do our best"

Where Lilac smiles softly, voices from afar.

"Thank you for waiting! Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

"Don't say weird tea."

"... fufufu"

Lilac laughed heartily at Corona's arrival and Futa's stupid remarks.

- That night. Futa's private room.

Hey hey hey hey hey heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.

Hmm?

When it was time to train with Lilac, there was a voice from behind.

Looking back, Corona was rolling as usual. On the floor.

"I think the floor is dirty on the boulder."

"This moment when you've just changed your carpet, you're the only one who can roll!

"Ah, well... I walked there earlier."

Miyah

Corona's eyes became like a batten mark.

Of course, except for the bed.

Miyagi, you're not going anywhere.

"If it's too late, it's the maid's way to live long and fat."

"What are you talking about...."

Yoo-hoo! As Corona stood up, she sat on the side chair and began to push her feet.

Normally, she hung a circle and didn't settle down. Then, when she looked at the glitter and the lid in a meaningful way, she also noticed the lid of the boulder.

"What is it?"

"Hmm, are you going to say that?

Say whatever you want.

Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A corona pointing its fingers at the tingle.

As I told you to say anything, Huta thought she wouldn't move no matter what Corona says now.

I am accustomed to scolding people, and I think I will fix whatever they say if it comes from someone as close as Corona.

But what jumped out of her mouth was something that exceeded Futa's expectations.

"Are you glad you did that, too?

"Brr...."

All the words that I was going to return disappeared from my head.

"Why....."

"Nothing. You were sensitive to that word during the day, right?

"I'm picking up horse bones and training them to be stronger than myself, or I'm going to beat the princess for eight hundred years."

Richter's words flash back.

"Did you look weird after the meeting? When the princess named the champion of Colosseum said, the maid noticed."

"... I see."

Corona knows we came here after the wandering.

Well, I suppose this is the only material I can deduce.

I exhaled for a long time.

Looking up at the ceiling doesn't change anything.

But should I say goodbye to the ceiling that I saw every time I woke up?

"... that's it?"

Huh?

"I don't suppose the princess needs someone to be instigated to lose."

"Wait, wait, wait!

And the hem is pulled.

I noticed that Corona's chair was lying down.

It was an incredible reflex.

"Whatever. Naïve bastard."

"I don't mind saying so."

"The maid didn't say anything to kick out Futa. What is it? Why do you care so much?

"That's right. I've defiled the game."

Heh.

Corona didn't seem to understand at all.

"I don't know. Does that mean it's important to Futa?

For me, too. You don't know when you're going to do it again. "

Corona bows her head and raises a question mark.

Futa sat on the sofa for the time being wondering if she could keep her sleeves pulled by the boulders.

Corona sat next to her, still stuck to her sleeve.

"What is this situation?"

Reed?

Dog or me?

The lid closes for the first time.

I wanted to tell Corona everything I know.

There's no reason to hide it anymore.

It echoes in the daytime.

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

It was just before I became a champion. It was what the audience used to say.

They must have been as afraid of Futa becoming a champion as the nobles are today.

No matter how hard you try, you can't be a true gladiator. So give up.

"I am. I wanted to prove that there was something I could do with my efforts."

The gladiator thought he was going to hit it.

"Whether you're unemployed or unemployed, I wanted to show you that you can cross your line of work."

Only my arms were confident.

"But it wasn't. I didn't have a job because I had lots of flowers."

Becoming a champion didn't change that.

Stack your workouts, stack your workouts, stack your workouts.

"Sentence"

And muttered little. And I went on.

"I must not have been qualified to be a gladiator from the beginning. After all, that's what happened."

I couldn't be a gladiator without a job.

Huta's great regret.

After listening, Corona blinked her eyes.

Even after this, Corona stood up with an expression similar to a bitter smile that might not tell her about the samurai world.

And when I think about it, I pull flowers out of the vase on the side table.

"Dosshhhh!"

"Wap!?

I sprayed water on the big one.

Corona, what are you doing?

"It's not your job, it's your fault."

Wiping his face, Huta looked up at Corona.

Unusual, she had a sharp eye.

I was angry.

"Eh?"

"If you don't have a profession, you'll hold on to the bribe, and if you hold on to it, you'll hold on to it."

"... don't blame me for my profession?

"Don't take it for granted. It might have been tougher than a maid."

Speaking of which, I remained shy about Corona's "profession."

"Still, it's all your fault."

"... I see."

"Reality is like that. No matter how bad the cards are distributed, it will be your fault if you do something wrong. The world is a mess."

Feeling strangely real, Futa mouthes.

"But still, because of the profession, that's where you end up. It's the end of life. There are plenty of people who can't do it."

……

"It doesn't matter if those pretty bad people die or get caught."

But...

"You mustn't be."

He was thrown at, and Huta exhaled.

"... that's tough."

"That's right. Brothers and sisters, right?

"I'm not your brother or sister."

Hihi, Corona laughed.

Turning things around a little, she tells Futa.

"--So all you can do is reflect."

"Reflection"

"That's right. The maids often reflect on it too."

No, and the pieces with both hands.

"Reflection. I don't know what to do."

"Well, no matter what happens next time, it's definitely not going to be eight hundred years, isn't it?"

"Is that okay?

"No? Then you can't forgive yourself for the rest of your life. Life is funny."

Tilt your neck, Corona says.

Reflection. Definitely not eight hundred.

In my heart, I've been thinking about it for a long time.

But...

Is it okay to decide and look forward?

"Isn't that good? Still, if there's someone to say good-bye, my maid will clean up."

"... thank you."