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

--The Royal Castle, a guestroom named Futa's private room.

"Sleep infidelly!!

"At least take off your shoes and jump in..."

The corona dived into the bed of Fouta and did not move slightly with her face buried in the pillow.

Lilac has already left the room for business, and there are two familiar people in the room.

It was quiet.

"Hey... come back"

Pretend and shake the headdress.

Apparently, it was a negative manifestation of will.

Oh, my God, I scratched my head.

"Whatever. I'll do anything now.

As a matter of fact, if Corona's mood were to recover, she would do anything to dance naked.

There was no pride there.

He was prepared to walk seriously in his clothes, saying he would never repay his gratitude.

"--What about the power of" unemployed "?"

"Ah, that's... That."

"We both know each other's faces! Just the maids!

"Sorry, sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Why are you and Princess Dorsey alone?

"No, really, you're right."

"I don't know how many samurai there are in the maid! It's a bluff! Blubbing! It sounds like a bad mouth! Pushpushpushpushpushpushpush!!

"Wow, that sounds really bad...."

Corona started hitting in an unknown direction.

"Don't slap your legs too much. I can see it in my skirt."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Drawers!

"I don't need that information either!

However, it was Lilac and Huta who actually lost the information halfway through.

Because it is about Lilac, perhaps I can tell Corona otherwise.

It's supposed to be a secret between just two people.

It was good for me to complain to Corona like this, but I wanted Corona and Lilac to get along.

"Hey, I'm coming out."

"Bhhhhhhh!

Let's go get Lilac's permission just in case.

I think so, but I dare to go out silently to avoid Corona feeling uncomfortable with Lilac when she refuses.

It was when I touched the door knob.

Bad timing and knocking.

"It's Richter L. Klimbroom. Is Futa there?"

Ah, ahh

Whatever Richter wants at this time, he leans his neck and looks back as he tries to open the door.

His concern that Corona could not be seen in vain ended in vain.

Did she use the recording technique or did she fix the bed and clean the floor facing away?... the floor I just cleaned.

"Go ahead."

Excuse me. Is he here?

Richter came in and looked at the maid with the mop and looked very disgusting.

"It's okay. Now, no matter what they say, I won't moppy."

"Don't call me Moppy first, disrespectful."

While staring at him, he must have noticed something strange going on.

"Was it being captured?

"No... well..."

"It's none of my business anyway."

"I see....."

As Richter sat on one of the sofas, he urged Futa to sit in front of him.

Behind the lily sitting face-to-face, Richter glanced at the maid who was hanging the mop in a tight atmosphere and closed his eyebrows.

"Ah... just apologize for the time being. It's troublesome to piss a woman off."

"Ah, thank you. You cared for me?

"It's just too much vision to pretend not to look."

Exhale once.

"So, what do you want?

"Say it straight away."

Richter's eyes were sharp, and his natural and foul expression was also strong.

"Lose tomorrow's game. []/(exp, v5s) to give a quote/"

Uuuuuuuuuu

"I told you I wouldn't moppy no matter what you say!!!!"

Huta-sama, eight hundred long stories are NG, just be human.

On a richter with a mop on his face, Huta gave him a handkerchief. Wipe your face in a cluttered way, and Richter makes your face bright red and yells.

"Taiyuka, I know that maids can use recordings, and I've come to say this often."

"Otherwise, it's the same if they take this scene by recording."

Futa didn't know what that meant.

But I felt the nostalgic bitterness.

That day, I always regretted that I had been chased and ridden for eight hundred years.

"Mr. Richter. I'm sorry, but I refuse."

"... if you don't like money, you can have a woman. It's much better than this. Hey, don't come near me with the mop."

No, Mr. Richter.

Huuta shook her head at Richter, who was in a struggle with a sneaking corona.

"Whatever they say, I don't do 800 long." Reflect. "

"Master Huta....."

Without feeling any trauma or stress, Corona relaxed her eyes slightly as she smiled gently.

"- Why? Because you are."

"I know that Richter looked into my past somehow. But I think it's the most embarrassing thing in my life. So I won't do it again."

"Gu...."

But still, Richter didn't give up.

"It's not just about this fight. No more from Her Royal Highness."

With that, Richter glimpsed at the corona.

I saw no sign of her using recording and continued.

"- I can't forgive your tyranny. And for the people."

Richter folds his eyebrows around the lid.

"Think about your profession. The King is also deceived by his operatives. As it stands, the country..."

Lift your hips in an unexpected manner and grab the shoulders of Lichter.

However, Fouta took control of him with her hands and shook her head.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. I was picked up by that man. Corona told me to reflect. I won't do it again."

"Gu...."

"Whatever he is, I'll just pay him back for what he did."

"... I see. Then don't resent me."

If you interrupt, Richter gets up.

And he left the room as it was.

Finally, the sound of the closed door returns to the room in silence.

Futa asked Corona, who had lowered the mop she was holding.

"Are you sure you don't want to use recording?

"Hmm, nothing. I wanted to hear the truth about Moppy. The maid also wonders what the princess is up to!"

"... that's it again"

Sure, Richter wouldn't have said anything if he set up the recording.

"But I didn't really see Corona sticking her neck in politics."

Bauuuu

Eh?

"It depends on you being fully utilized. I told you I was a little worried about you, remember?

"... that's it. Thank you."

But, um, Corona murmured.

"Would you forgive me for declaring that I won't be 800 years long?"

After returning to the usual corona, Futa took a breath of relief.

Nevertheless, I'll talk to Lilac later.

As I made my decision, I remembered that I was worried about my conversation with Richter.

"Speaking of which, isn't the princess' profession aristocratic?

"Didn't you know?

Corona leaned her neck once and then told her.

"The princess' profession has long been said to be a cheap hero."

Was it a real profession?

"Yes, it's a" rapist. "