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

"Occupation" is the same as family registers.

Changes are extremely rare.

Princess Lilac was born with a profession called "Rape Male".

A hero who becomes the flag of cunning.

The king had a strong fear that such a presence would be born.

Nevertheless, there was not much to worry about for a while after birth.

Growing up in an innocent pony, she was more a hero than a rapist - a girl who admired knights.

However, at the age of 12,3, when he was smart and resourceful and stood up with his tongue, anxiety arose again in the king's heart.

She's a cute girl now, but I didn't feel like turning around when something happened next.

No one had a profession called rape, and few documents were found.

It was a rumor that the King was born in the Far East by chance.

The king was relieved to learn that he also served as a noble minister in the reign.

It's a simple story.

The "Rape Male" was better than the King.

That's all.

I still don't know the source of the rumor.

I don't know the king. ― ― Rape male born in the Far East is a centuries-old traitor who was spared to become a noble minister in the reign.

With a glimmer of truth in the lie. Preliminary tactics of false positives were the best survival strategies pursued by juvenile rape males.

― ― On the day of the match in front of you.

A garden under the castle that Lilac and Huuta usually use to exchange swords.

A seat was set up here today, where invited dignitaries watched the center with tea in one hand.

A rumored match between a guest of Princess Lilac I and a gladiator brought by Richter L. Klimbroom.

Not many people see this game as a mere event.

This is what I thought most of the time.

It's a battle to decide on Princess Lilac's knight candidacy.

The beautifully cheerful garden boasted a different beauty than the face of the usual evening Futa visited.

Surrounded by hedges, the garden shines more beautifully with sunlight.

The dark, invisible flowers were also beautiful for eye care.

However, the main character today is not the botanical garden, but the lawn in the middle of it.

It's a field built for swordsmen.

"Isn't it hard to move?

"No, there's nothing wrong. Thank you very much."

The corner of the garden. Princess's seat surrounded by escorts.

Fouta stood in front of her. Wear a dress prepared for this day.

"It suits you subtly, Mr. Fouta."

"Don't be subtle, I know it myself."

White tights and red jackets, though not cloaks.

Rather than a soldier, a valet. Or that's the knight.

It was a fact that it didn't suit the boneless huta very well.

"The princess is honest, so I don't want to comment on the costume."

A corona that shows a lilac in the palm of your hand.

When Futa glanced at her, she smiled as if she were in trouble.

Corona, excuse me.

"Come on, don't deny it.

"Forgive me now."

Lilac tells Lilac to drop her shoulders.

"Huta, don't worry, it doesn't matter what your arm looks like."

"Wow, that was the first shot I made to the princess's follow."

"Did I do something wrong to both of you...?

Lilac smiles with pleasure and a small smile at the depressing lilac.

"Fufu. I'm kidding. I don't seem to be nervous - it didn't seem to make much sense to talk about it."

"Ah, no. I'm not nervous, but I'm glad you care."

Really? So, please meet your expectations. "

"Yes"

Nod.

And as he stepped back from the front of Lilac, he immediately filled his hands with those who came to greet her instead.

─ It's a rape boy.

What about her "profession" and what she thinks.

In that way, Futa has been careless until now.

But when it comes to "rapists," it's different.

The saying goes as far as destroying the country where he was born.

In a sense, it was a rare "profession" and a notorious "profession".

That's why you shouldn't be wary.

Futa looks back on her trajectory.

The other way around.

For Futa, the "unemployed" letterhead was very painful.

If she was born a "raper," she nods to the way many humans have dealt with her.

You'll be fighting nature by yourself.

If you were born into a royal family, you could even be endangered and killed by your family.

Still, it was she who lived without being crushed.

There may not be anything I can do to help her.

But the girl who reached out to me was really waving her sword by herself.

The sight comes alive.

I didn't like it when I knew it was true and I couldn't do anything.

At the very least, I wish I could support you.

……

Uta-sama?

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Even before the game, I was blurred."

Nooo. If you tend to be dull, it's going to be great. "

"What is it, Nubo?... we have to concentrate."

As for Lilac, I can talk slowly after the game.

But if we don't win this game in the first place, there's nothing left.

"Cross, huh?"

Futa cares about what she's holding.

I asked Lilac for this.

Get me the same stuff as the other guy.

The resulting cross was a familiar substitute.

You must be related to Futa, right?

Lilac's dialogues echo.

If the person who handles the cross is related to Futa, there is a verse that comes to mind.

The opponent never came up to the champion defense battle, but he has exchanged blades many times.

I finally found it.

Huta raised her face to the voice.

Except for wearing a knight's dress in this country, there was a "gladiator" girl who I saw many times.

"Prim, is that you?"

"Heh, he remembered my name."

She raised her lips and felt "hostility".

The swelling fighting spirit is equal to or greater than Lilac.

Even though I was receiving such a temper from the front, as if I was still pushing on feelings that were about to be slashed, Futa had a face that did not float.

"What, that face. I've been looking for you all year. I'm having trouble remembering my name."

She worried about her black hair tied together - Prim went on.

The lid closes for the first time.

It was the opponent who was often hit by something hostile from the beginning.

But if you think about it now, it was something very similar to hostility but different.

Compared to the overt hostility she feels now, the previous one must still have been a lovely emotion.

"No, I'm not struggling."

"What about it?"

I shook my head.

Then I grabbed her with my eyes and told her.

"What's your name? I remember. And your cross."

I grew up so fast that I was scared, and I was an arm's length user.

There was no lie in the drill, and the Shinko blow, which was launched from an accurate and unparalleled aim, was also troubled by the response.

At least that's what Fouta thought.

"- Yes."

Futa has no way of knowing how emotional that light reply was.

"Two years ago. Since you disappeared, I've even forged a crucifix... look at it. I'll take you down."

"Oh, okay."

I could return any word.

But it's pointless to say anything before you hand over the blade.

There's only one mission left to Futa.

Prove your strength to the gladiator who will challenge you.

So let's do it all. In front of Huuta, who can say so to himself, is pointing a prim's jaw at him.

"But"

Hiding in her bent forehair, she can't see her eyes.

Sifting makes your cut tremble. Huta stared straight at her in front of a slightly mistaken knife that would pierce her nose.

Prim's eyes were moist when he raised his face.

"--Try imitating the match again. I'll curse you to the end."

"Eh...."

To be honest, I didn't think it would make me cry.

Futa is certainly aware of what she did not tolerate.

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

But still, if it's 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. "

You can't be like that.

I think back to the words of the girl who has always supported me.

Regret that ruined the game is still bitter.

But it comes from the pitifulness and impudence of turning your back.

I didn't think that what I did that no one expected was enough to make someone cry.

"I regretted it enough to die."

Grab the blade and slowly lower it.

"So I won't do it again."

And then I mouthed it. Until I was told that I could say anything in words.

Because Futa knows the importance of words.

"- Yes."

Hold the cross back and Prim returns the heel.

"Well then, I want you to do your best. That's why I quit Colosseum."

With that much to say, she walked towards the Richters.

"... Colosseum, you quit?"

The murmuring of Futa's words does not reach anyone.

But...

─ Where are the gladiators who do not want to challenge the most powerful swordsmen?

The answer came from the princess.

I'll do my best. Yes, Fouta grabbed the cross.