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

Richter L. Klimbroom had just climbed the castle after completing his work. We need to exchange information with some of the nobles, as well as scroll to the minister.

Sir Treasury is busy.

Though I can finally take a breath this evening, I have plenty of work to do from tomorrow.

How much we can do this afternoon is important for tonight's rest.

Even though it is.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Klimbroom...."

"Hmm. Get back to work. I'll do the rest."

You can't ignore a situation where your servants are peeking into fear from outside a room.

Speaking up, she said she didn't know what to do because she had a quieter body inside.

The servant of the castle cried and pretended not to look at it.

I had no choice but to drive them away and walk into the kitchen to worship their quiet ways and their faces.

And then...

"Spices can be used as much as the size of a spoon, but not just the amount of firewood, but also the shape and the way it is assembled. We need to think about this one by one.... wait. Does this change the taste when you mix the sauce and heat it up, or when you mix it up!? Oh, my God, there's too much to try. Can you do it in 10 days, me? No, I'll try. Corona gave me 10 days to believe that I could do it. I'll do it, I'll do it. I'll do it."

"... what are you doing?"

A man who is scrolling to the cooking table and cooking something while taking notes one by one.

The apron was strangely suited to its slender length.

Anyway, the cooking class is about to open.

"Oh, Mr. Richter. Why are you in the kitchen for servants?

"This is our dialogue. The servants were worried and couldn't help it."

"Eh... did I disturb you? I see... you've done something wrong."

"There's not one kitchen. You'll take one, but you won't get stuck... at least tell me one thing."

"Ah, ah. Okay, I'll do it next time."

Ignoring the nodding fouta, Richter looked around.

"... so why are you waving the cookware instead of the sword?"

"It's not like training."

"No, you're not."

What a refreshing face to make a mystery.

At the intersection of his sighs, Richter looked at him.

"I can't watch His Highness's guests imitate the chamberlains."

In Futa's memo, the amount of spice and the person's comments on it are well documented.

I didn't live a life as poor as I thought it was a waste of food, but it was still a Richter who recruited a serious man in front of me.

"I wanted to thank you for everything."

"... everyday?

What are you talking about? Richter raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, look, I don't make any money, so I wish I could give you a little appreciation for your everyday life."

The target is probably Corona and Lilac.

I understood Futa's mood.

That maid is angry, but he certainly deserves a favor from Futa. Richter himself, I could have imagined that the future would have changed if Corona hadn't been there when Futa made her choice.

That's why I'm grateful.

It makes sense. It was not Richter's idea to do the same thing as a chamberlain, even if it was a special presence for His Highness's guests.

"... instead of buying them, do you show your daily gratitude by making them yourself?"

"Mr. Richter?

Futa leaned her neck towards Richter, who placed her hand on her chin as she pondered.

Looking up while adjusting the heat of the pot.

Richter opened his mouth to hide something else.

"No, I think rewarding my family is more than just reward."

House Klimbroom is in charge of the finances of King's Landing.

With the civilians in his arms, he had a monopoly on technology.

I have never been dissatisfied with the high rewards that keep my mouth shut, nor have I been a traitor since Richter came to the top.

But it is also true that Richter had no non-verbal labor.

"... it's awkward for Sir Treasury to give money or goods. In that regard, I see. It's not just the aristocrats who have the means to do something..."

A party is a social gathering place for nobles and an opportunity to gather information.

It was Richter who was so divided, but he began to think that it might be bad for him to organize it for his men.

Fouta stood up and said to Richter with a difficult face.

You look like you're in financial trouble.

"Hmm, you can't imagine."

Laughing with his nose, Richter said so.

"His Majesty will return without knowing what he intends to do. I hope I don't poke you in the face."

And then, it was slimy and zero.

His undisguised sincerity.

─ I can't forgive your tyranny. For the good of the people. "

Think about Your Majesty's "occupation." The King is also deceived by his operatives. As it stands, the country... "

The man named Richter L. Klimbroom was more afraid of Lilac M. Fangini than anyone else.

"Your Majesty's beatings and your recklessness cannot be matched in order to preserve the peace and stability of your country."

"Reckless?"

Richter distorted his mouth as he raised his face.

I came up with something.

Now that this situation has come to pass, it is not a bad thing to give information to this man, Your Highness's favorite.

"You're not irrelevant at the earliest. I mean, you already told me."

"What am I supposed to say? I don't think Richter will change a lot."

"Say something stupid. Ready?"

As I told you, Richter continued.

"Sometimes it's more effective to use someone or a letter to communicate your opinion than to say it from the front."

"... I see?

"Letters are particularly effective. It's easy to convey all your thoughts regardless of how they react."

Well, then, write me a letter.

"I already did."

Hah, Richter sighs openly.

Fouta muttered, "I see. A letter."

"We're not even going to have a war budget from His Majesty the King."

"War money? Are you going to start a war?!

"Louder. The kingdom's finances are sunny right now."

The chamberlains had no reason to know when the servants' kitchen had become a secret meeting place for "nosy people".

Futa, who frowned on a bad feeling, whispered to Richter even though nobody was there.

"So war is anything."

"I'd like you to give me a break. [M] I'm not in a position to say that."

"Why?"

As it was decided, Richter smiled with his nose.

"Your Majesty and the militants are bigger than my aristocrats. If I go to Congress, my opinion will be sealed off."

"Brr...."

"Well, I'm counting on your arm when you're really up against something."

Fu, and somehow smiled powerlessly, and Richter turned his back.

"... I've been kind of in a bad mood lately."

Close the first time and listen to the explosion of firewood.

Corona is acting strange, and Lilac is in a bad mood.

Besides, I heard that the war is coming soon.

But I think so. The idea is to start a war and conquer it, because it's an economic sunset.

Yes, I have to talk to the owner with the twisted sex root screw.

"Planning, huh? Frankly, that's a good way to put it. Yeah, that's right. Because the" owner "is the head of the commercial cow in King's Landing... ahh, delicious."

"The King's return is near, so I want to do what I can by then."

Lilac may be moving for it.

Futa raised her face as she filled her anxiety with hope for Her Highness.

Nevertheless, there's no way we can make the conversation with Lilac a Richter.

But as far as war goes, Huta's face was relatively bright.

"I'll fight for Master Lilac if I really have to."

I see.

Richter just said that and tried to get out of the kitchen.

She turned around as if she had noticed.

"By the way, are you free tonight?

Probably an invitation to make a match.

But Futa shook her head. Whatever.

"Today, Mr. Richter asked me not to go."

"I'm naming you...?