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

"It's me. Oniichan, I've let him die before."

"Miroro...!?

Even though the calm word was not so loud, it clearly reached Futa's ear.

On your way to the headquarters of the most prestigious Chamber of Commerce in the city.

Focusing on each other's excess health on leg strength, but spinned words are enough to transfer consciousness to the other.

Prim whilst subduing the black cubicle, his gaze remained straight forward, pointing with no particular emotions.

"Here we are, the head office of the world's three major spear spells. I had fun training my brothers and sisters. I'm stronger than oniichan."

"So get up and jump into the dangerous mountains without asking oniichan to stop you. Oniichan's weaker than me, and he's desperately chasing after her to protect her."

"It's a common story. Arms alone were strong, courage, love, will. Oniichan was up there all the time."

"I thought I could defeat the beast that came out of the mountain with only my superficial knowledge, and without knowing the roughness of my temper before hibernation, my life was in danger. Oniichan gave me cover... and told me to run, but I couldn't escape."

"I don't know what to say, but maybe then I could have killed that beast if I worked hard. Speaking of skill alone. That's why I was worried. What do we do? Run or protect your brother and fight."

"If you choose one, oniichan won't be eaten in front of you."

So he cut off his words and turned his eyes to the fouta running next door.

"When someone's life is in danger, I decide never to move again."

"Prim...."

"Don't look at me like that. It was when I was ten years old. I keep things organized in my mind. I'm just saying I'm sorry again."

When I wasn't ten years old.

The memory of an innocent girl eating and killing a precious person in front of her eyes.

She talked plainly, but now she knows how terrible it is to remember.

If Lilac and Corona are dead because of your own confusion,

Could Futa stand up again?

I don't know.

I don't know, but it was something I didn't want to imagine.

--In no way is Futa and Prim friendly.

Disclosing the past is not a willingness to let friends know who you are.

At a glance, Prim's strong emotions lit up in his cool expression.

Step by step, kick a backalley with no people.

Huta closed her eyes for a moment and said.

"Thank you."

"It's not like I'm being thanked for anything else. It's a story that's not even a gallon. I just hope it was something that inspired you right now."

"It resounded enough. Whatever it takes, I'll find Corona."

"That's right. Well, thanks to you, I found you, too.

"Ahh... don't you just mean it won't move?"

"... Futa-kun"

She exhaled one breath and said.

"The most important thing is to protect that person's life."

"... ahh"

I don't know how much Richter owed me.

Maybe he sent one Prim and thought it would be cheap if he didn't borrow it.

Still.

Even so. It was too much for Futa.

And then...

"... here is the Chamber of Commerce with the top of the Chamber of Commerce"

At last, we have arrived.

Standing in front of Huta and Prim is a huge mansion a stone's throw from Main Street.

There are many guards standing at the gates of the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

"It's only natural that security is tight."

Breathe gently.

Prim murmurs as he approaches the Mansion with a natural look.

Futa also nodded.

"The air is not everyday. Tingling."

The air, not to mention the night before the final match, was as tight as immediately after some sort of order was given again.

Guards don't see any distinctive symbols of the Chamber of Commerce.

If you believe what the men in the back alley say, the chambers of commerce must be wearing something of a line.

Should I have gone to the branch office or the store where I was selling?

"You're from HQ because you said there were people wandering around. It's not unlikely that the people in the branch are looking for Corona."

"If the head office is more likely to be human, from there,"

That's what I'm talking about.

They nodded and walked forward.

In fact, this feeling of air was abnormal. I'm just saying I'm hiding something.

That said, it's not necessarily about Corona.

I was wondering if I could catch one of the humans entering and leaving this mansion, and I was shouted.

"Hey, there you go. Come on. It's the man there."

A girl standing at the entrance to the Mansion looked at Futa with an expression close to hitting and mocking her.

"... yes"

Looking back, Futa opens her eyes.

Burning red hair is two-sided up.

sharp eyes that look more cunning than smart.

Small in height, the atmosphere was too confident.

"You're the princess's favorite, right? Can I talk to you for a second?

"Hey, Futa. What are you surprised about? Do you know her?"

I can't even hear Prim's words.

I don't know the girl in front of me.

But what she's playing with her hands.

--A familiar little box.

Lilac is always in the room.

Same as the one I just got from Futa.

Seeing her expression of astonishment, she raised her mouth with pleasure.

"Hahahahaha. I'm Beatrice M. Olba." Owner "with tortuous personality threads"