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

The cheer turns into a cry.

Wah, as the drowsiness rises, it sounds discouraging.

Though he thought it was the usual thing, Prim groaned at Fouta's face, showing a lonely smile.

"The giggle of abandonment against an unworthy challenger - so you didn't."

"... I wasn't so sure about myself."

I see.

Picking up the hammer, Prim put out his right hand.

"It was fun, Futa."

Ah.

The time to exchange hands is short.

This isn't a sword dance in Colosseum, it's a duel between agents.

As I gently let go of my hand, I heard a voice.

Ah, you know...

Hmm?

"Well, I'm sorry..."

Things moved before the words were spinned to the end.

Hit me hard and behind the lid.

You can see her being hugged by her arms twirled over her shoulders.

I generally know the bad guys.

After all, she said her words without looking back.

"Hey, I haven't finished my greeting yet. I'm glad you're happy, but I'll do this later."

I've gotten used to her skin skills.

--Strangely, the expression of the prime on the front stretches and pulls.

I was a little worried about it, but I decided it was trivial and Huta continued.

"The game is just over and I smell sweat. No, maybe you won't mind. It's true that I'm not a bit happy either, so I'll do something about it later, so I'll hold you by my sides -"

Without joking, I'm so happy inside.

But because the place is bad, let's think about it - I noticed when I touched the hand that was being turned.

There is a feminine softness - it was obviously the one who held the sword.

Applicant: One.

It quickly draws my blood.

"Ah, that-- Corona...."

"Yes, yes! Call me and jump out and clean up, maid! You did it, Master Futa! I won! I did it!! Oops!

A blonde maid appeared in front of me and began to touch the paper blizzard.

I was happy to celebrate, but I couldn't come out in front of my eyes anymore.

Because I still feel the temperature in the back.

"... ah. Princess...?

"Yes, will you come back later?

"No, that's it...!!

The words of teasing were whispered in my ear.

"Fufu. I'm just kidding."

Then, your hand is pulled so that it can be solved.

In front of Huta, who turned around in a hurry, Lilac was in a visibly upbeat mood.

"You just did well. Futa, it's never a joke feeling that you've accidentally hugged."

Yes, no

Huta shook her head as she was struck by an unstinting praise from the front.

I accidentally hugged him. I was glad you were so happy, and above all, it was worth my hard work.

"... I'm glad you've met my expectations."

"Yes... but no. If you don't let it dissipate well tonight, I'm going to lose my mind."

It seems like she would make one mistake if she dyed her cheeks and said such a thing.

Seriously Futa nodded with the right intent because she was serious.

It's a secret that I swallowed a little saliva because it sounded different.

"Eh?"

That's why I heard a strange voice from behind Futa.

"Eh, what? Is that what you are with the princess of this country?

"Ah, I'm afraid it's a little misleading. I'll make a reservation."

"Don't get me wrong. This is crazy!

Prim slaps his face with his hands without trying to hide his surprise.

She turned her heel when she carried the cross.

"The loser will leave.... soak in the finish. Because there are so many people who will be happy to win."

Ah.

Fu, she walks with her mouth raised a little.

But I stopped a little.

"That's right. I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"--Your whereabouts are known. And I said it. I'm not the only one who wants to beat you more than be a champion."

……

"Beyond"

Looking up at the clear weather, Prim's expression seemed to have blown out.

She continued with her chest stretched over another black star.

"Every fierce man who asks where you are is going to push you down."

I feel like a struggle. It's more from the Primes than from the Primes.

Like the gladiator in Colosseum.

Now, I feel like I've been remembered in turn by many fighters I know of.

Suppose they're scattered all over the world looking for the "greatest champion."

"I come here to smash each thoughts into the strongest champion. So I don't know. Don't turn your back on their challenge. --Including me, of course.

Come here, smile.

Prim melted into the audience.

Originally, an attractive gladiator like her would show up with a group that would sign and shake hands with a sparing applause - but not this time.

The heat immediately after the match is cool.

Their eyes are lit up by Princess Lilac, who hugged Futa in public.

"― ― Even if I was serious about Master Huta's victory." I accidentally hugged you "is a lie."

There was a maid whispering with a smile that no one could hear.

Someone walked out of the groaning venue to replace Prim.

"Please wait, Your Highness!!

The tense voice was never directed at the princess alone.

The will to get people's attention and not let them get involved in this conversation is also clearly felt by Futa.

Richter L. Klimbroom.

He stopped a few steps away from Lilac and glanced at Futa.

Is it because of your mind that you felt like you were lying down a little?

Eyes of gratitude are instantaneous.

As soon as he turned to Lilac, he raised his voice as if he were a stage actor.

"I know how I won this game before you and how quickly I knighted this man!

Tingling changes the air.

From a battlefield where swords intersect to a battlefield where arguments intersect.

The line of sight that pierces the skin is from the surrounding area.

The eyes of suspicion and vigilance staring at Futa are probably "beaten but dead" by Prim.

Popular champions are always in the vortex of hostility.

- Knight.

There was no exchange of words, but fewer people were unaware of the hidden meaning behind the match.

Words such as giving the Knight of the First Princess Lilac the seat of a visitor man.

With that will, you fill the garden.

Peaceful national power struggle.

For those who wanted the seat closest to the First Princess of Lilac, the presence of Huta was a terrible obstacle.

If only the Primes could give it to me.

Not now, until I deny it in this crowd loop.

That's why it must have been a small thank-you.

What I saw in Richter's eyes was a word he abandoned yesterday.

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

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

Richter cuts off Lilac and tells him.

"The man is certainly a former champion of Colosseum, but a prisoner banished from the country after eight hundred years!

Tension running around roughly.

Fouta grabbed her fist by accident.

Richter certainly knew. I thought there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how bad they say it, I thought it would be okay.

But Lilac, who was next to him, hasn't told him about his past yet.

After a moment of silent gaze on the lid, Richter continued.

"Placing an unemployed man with such a record in a knight's seat is forbidden, Your Highness!

In the garden, which is quiet for a moment, it's just in tune with the fresh flashes.

Right.

"Exactly, Your Highness!

"Yeah, knights like that!

I no longer agreed with Richter except for the man he gave him.

Richters won't take Lilac's Knight's seat, but Futa won't take it any more.

Should I say that the enemy of the enemy is an ally?

The way you deny Futa is reminiscent of Colosseum.

Different numbers of people, unlike the crowd in Colosseum who gave up, felt a strong will to eliminate them as desperately as possible.

For example, a job change from champion to princess jamo.

That treatment remains unchanged.

- I thought so.

Zah, the sound of stepping on the lawn.

Hair as bright as silver, standing up to protect Futa.

"Shut up."

Everyone mouthed the cold words.

"... princess"

Lilac stares at Richter without turning to the murmuring word of Fouta.

"You're mistaken, Richter."

"Is that a mistake? I am definitely going about the case of the eight hundred long. I have witnesses. Are you still saying you're mistaken?

Ahhh...

Lilac distorted his mouth as he swallowed Richter.

That sneer doesn't look like a lizard in the back.

"--Is this about the Eight Hundred Chiefs? Did you know?

"Eh...."

Fouta inadvertently leaked her voice.

Did you know that? Someday.

and gently wrapped it in the hands of the eye-opening lid.

The girl holding his hand with both hands looked up and smiled.

"Move, from the very beginning. I'll leave the rest to the princess, and I hope you're not blurry here. --After all, everything is as calculated. You're such a scary person!"

Corona's whisper sounds like a whisper.

Your Highness, as you know,

"Yeah, I knew and I had a guest. I couldn't bear to see what happened to Futa. A lonely king who continued to be belittled by the beauty of the sword, whether or not the sword was strong. Still, I continued my efforts and got on with the manager's sweet words....."

The princess shook her head with her hands on her chest.

It looks exactly like a "nobleman" who thinks of his people.

Some of the audience can already listen to the fact that it was spinned from her mouth.

"Am I wrong to welcome him as a guest?

"--as a guest."

For a moment, Richter was under pressure.

Lilac's wet eyes didn't feel a shard of intent.

Even if it was an act, it couldn't be decided.

Above all, if you're going to deny it openly on this spot, Richter is the worst.

That's why words are weaker. Above all, the opponent is Her Highness the Princess.

If you expose such a gap, it will be a digestion match. At least for Lilac.

"Richter, let me say it again. You seem to be mistaken."

Huh?

"I... I'm not going to make him a knight, and I don't have any dust.

"─ ─ Huh?"

It is now time for the garden air to freeze.

The assumption was overturned.

If you don't intend to be a knight, it doesn't even mean this game in the first place.

Ma, is that you?

"I knew he was the champion of Colosseum and lost confidence in the sword's arm, so I decided to ask for a partner. Eight hundred long, because there is no exchange of money. I just need you to stay. Was there a problem there?

……

Shut up, Richter.

A confusing venue.

Because that's right. If you're not going to be knights, who are they who took the trouble to get here?

They desperately knocked down the princess's guests.

"Yeah, but I'm surprised."

It rings. It rings. It rings.

The princess's painful face gently strokes by her eyes with her other hand on her chest.

Who broke the princess's heart?

Everyone here.

"Looking forward to the gladiator match with our guests. ― ― Earlier, it seemed like the mood that was rising to the victory of Futa was sinking into the swamp.

"So, Your Highness."

"No, I still am. I don't mind. But..."

Looking around, lowering your eyebrows and telling.

"How much of your heartless words have stabbed my guests."

The eyes at Fouta varied.

A person who still intends to act tall. He whose eyes are turned away from him in evil.

The one who looks down on his sorry face. Those who expose their frustration and cause trouble.

But none of them can point a word at Futa.

The nobleman could not reach a single grass without hands or feet.

"I won't apologize. I don't know what you're doing, but you must have been desperate. Just..."

Oh, Richter figured.

Is this your goal?

From the outset, I can confirm Futa's position in this royal palace.

"Will you please treat my guests with respect in the future?

Push down on the negative and reap real profits.

Little selfish little princess.

Making her look like that, she begs.

Seems like a favor, I give orders.

I can't call her a tyrant. I didn't make it through.

Because somehow they were on their side trying to ignore the logic and get through it.

Instead of forgiving, make a small concession. That's it, Aiko.

Lilac wants to say that.

"... haha. That's it."

Unexpectedly, Richter broke his word.

Did you find such value in Futa?

However, in order to allow Futa to move freely in the royal palace, this is enough to create such a farce.

Richter desperately seeks to remedy the situation.

They are perfectly evil as it is. Above all, Richter's own position is at stake.

But I don't have time to think. Because time is not on Richter's side.

The crowd is being hunted down. It is not only composed of strong people.

"Of course, of course!! As for Futa, that's enough!

Wait, I can't even say no.

"Yeah, that's right. Even with us, I'm sorry to hear about the situation."

"Yes, because I didn't know what the game meant."

"Absolutely. If it's His Highness Lilac's liver, and it's his show, you can tell me that from the beginning. You're wrong."

Ahahah, laughter happens.

This flow meant that the Richter had already been cut.

It's not bad for us. The only fault is that the aristocrats came to the game without understanding what it meant.

Lilac also giggles and smiles like riding on that laugh.

"I'm sorry."

And she went on.

"What do you think?" Is Huta strong? "

Her words made Futa happy.

We will soon create an opportunity to prove your strength. Until then, please enjoy your stay as a guest. "

Was she thinking and moving so far from that time?

When I heard the chance to prove it, I thought it was just a game.

But it wasn't.

If you notice, Futa already has a clear position within the Royal Palace.

She is a "precious" guest of Her Highness.

The important thing is that they are reminded of themselves in conjunction with the loans they owe to the nobles.

But it's not like bringing a guest and saying, "Please be polite." They can't deal with Futa anymore.

Lilac was laughing at the nobles as he stared.

When I heard Huta praise her swordsmanship, she smiled happily.

If you praise Futa, you won't do anything.

There is nothing else but the manifestation of will.

"Oh, really..."

Lilac looks at Richter with a murmur.

"I'm glad I could prove it."

With a gorgeous smile, Richter shouted into the sky as if he had given up.

"Yes, Fouta is a wonderful swordsman."

"That's right. I'm glad you understand."

We cannot afford to make our position any worse.

But now that the knights are gone - Richter wasn't so bad either.

I'll apologize to Futa at most later, and hope we can make up again.

That serious man will forgive me enough to upset me today.