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

― ― Olba Chamber of Commerce Headquarters. Office.

There was a space entirely different from Lilac's room, even though it was labeled the same office.

The girl named Beatrice sits on the furthest sofa and puts her feet together.

About two merlets away, Huta and Prim sat side by side - surrounded by plenty of black clothes.

Around the wall. The size of this room in the first place prevents 50 people from working under a shitty number of people. He was also quite capable of standing up and was fully watching over the two of them.

And more than that.

A man stood behind the bartrix, but Huta noticed.

The back of the room has a window and is designed to give you a view of the garden beyond.

The more technology and money we have in this room, the more profitable the Chamber is.

The man puts his hands behind his back to enjoy the view and turns his back on the lions. But that hidden fighting spirit is not unusual.

Proof of that was that Prim was tongue-tingling as early as possible.

Huta looks around while controlling such a prime.

A painting hung on the wall, a sense of gold oppression dominated the room until it was a bad hobby.

"And I don't know what you need to do to get us here. Where did you get that box?

"I wonder where it was. I don't know if I picked it up or bought it. Or maybe I got it from my pocket?

"Eh...."

In the meantime, the girl laughed with pleasure.

I see, this is a "personality threaded owner."

If this woman was talking to Lilac, she wouldn't be so excited.

"Nh, you saw this and changed the color of your eyes."

Pompom, playing with the palm of his hand, Beatrice looked at Futa.

"You're the princess's favorite, right? Don't you know anything funny?

"Funny thing?

"The Princess's hidden undercover story."

Your eyebrows are twitching.

You're right when it comes to cheap provocation. But for Futa, it's one of the scales you shouldn't touch.

Now it was Prim's turn to take control of Fouta.

"... I'm sorry, but Lilac doesn't have any weaknesses."

Ah, so...

Like losing interest, Beatrice poured her weight on the back of the sofa.

"I'm not going to make a deal."

"Deal?"

"I told you at the beginning. I'm the owner, and I admit I'm a bit of a screwdriver, but this is still the top of the Chamber of Commerce."

Play with the small box.

"I want to see sincerity, not enthusiasm, how much you want this. You know what? I don't need a bluish, passionate noli. I'm asking you what you're offering for this."

"Consideration?"

"Why do I have to explain this? What's a princess's favorite, a whore?

"- You."

An enormous amount of fighting is blown from the rising lid.

The black clothes hurriedly pulled out their swords, and the tingling and intense eagerness to bear the trix arrived.

She watched surprisingly, and the black clothes did not notice the hands holding the sword trembling.

Prim pulled his sleeve in a hurry, and Huta stared at the bartrix without trying to hide her gripped fist.

"... heh"

The voice of Beatrice echoes in a quiet room.

Reassemble your legs while picking confectionery from the side table.

"It doesn't seem like it's just a" contract "relationship. How dare you oppose that princess."

Prim glanced at the beatrix.

I narrowed my eyes as if I was convinced.

It's the top of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry, so I wondered what kind of deal it was.

"The owner who threaded out his character," he said. In order to extract something from the opponent, it is fine whether it is an old wound or a treasure.

Lilac must have been pretty down about Huta.

That's why Beatrix ejected Huta's own information from Huta.

If I succeed, I will only reign at the top of King's Landing's commerce as I am younger than Prim.

Most of all...

"If you get the real fighting spirit of your class from the front, you can stay calm."

I murmured.

The hands playing with the small box trembled slightly, and Prim noticed the sweat of the balls rising small in his temples.

Still, the top of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry does not seem to have endured any, and there is only one shortcoming to spare.

"The princess won't tell me anything about you. I want to get rid of the uncertainty for work, because of a race like me. Well, you let me out right away."

"Apologize."

"... yes?

"You insult people and stay like that, you."

Ah yes yes. Samurai are always more proud and easier to do. I'm sorry! "

"No."

Beatrix looks up again.

There was a man who had nothing to do with pride.

Beatrix immediately withdraws the foreword.

"... I'll tell the princess later."

I'll check.

"... hmm"

The anger itself doesn't seem to have disappeared, but it still feels like a spear.

At last, Beatrice sighed deeply.

I thought you were just a samurai, the earliest loyal knight.

Yes, think about it alone. In that case, I turned to Futa again, saying that there were many ways to do it.

"So what, you're looking for someone with the princess's orders?

"That's..."

The prime broke in from the side of the lid with its mouth open.

"What are you gonna do when you ask me that?"

Next to the lowered foot, the prime looks at the beatrix.

Then she raised one eyebrow and said provocatively.

"... oh, speaking of which, there's a bonus."

"Oops...."

Blue lines appeared on the smiling prime.

"It's a deal. It's a deal. Why don't you give someone something to listen to? Tell me where you got the box and I'll tell you."

All right then. I'm not that interested. "

"This guy...!!

Prim muttered in a losing tone as he shrugged his shoulders as he picked up the sweets.

"Just like that, a fat pig."

"Did you say something?

"Just like that, a fat pig."

"You don't want to hide it."

Oh dear, I don't look angry even though I'm stunned.

The "owner" of Beatrix was harder than I imagined.

The habit of caressing people's hearts in a scattered fashion, I am accustomed to nasty gossip and where the wind blows. I wonder if he's immune to malicious intent. Even the first time I saw Futa's sincerity, with only a little tremor and cold sweat, I overcame him with a cool face.

"A threaded owner of character." He gradually understood the meaning of the word.

When I heard Lilac was lying on his back, I didn't want Lilac to get in the beatrix's mouthpiece too much and spit out information without realizing it.

Nevertheless, this is the only lead on Corona.

"Depending on the price, do you think you could give us the corona?

"Corona?"

"Don't be silly. You provoked us in the box. If we don't know who the box belongs to and the connection between me, the princess and Corona, we can't do that. In the end, I wanted some kind of hand for the princess. That's what I'm trying to say."

"Well, let's see. There may be other cases.

"What I want to ask you is what you want for the price."

"... hmm. You're asking me to offer you a condition."

The air in the beatrix changed slightly.

It looks like you're swimming your eyes on your thoughts, no.

She is pleasant and entertaining as if she were pulling something out of her brain. It seemed as though he was prepared to offer the conditions from the beginning.

― ― If you present the condition from the beginning, it is like vomiting, "I know the trend of the corona." Then they pulled the information from themselves.

--All you need is a favor. Whatever the essence, the fact that they chose everything. The Olba Chamber of Commerce just answered the whole "Princess's Favorite" request.

"Don't get lost. I don't know which way to go."

People's lives and money are weighed against the balance with the voice of an old girl choosing a present.

And I looked at Futa.

Well then, I'll let you choose.

What?

With three fingers up, Beatrice laughs.

"The first. Why don't you die here now? I'll leave the rest to you. I'll write the testimony, and I'll give you the information I have. I know that there is no family register in King's Landing. Modestly speaking, being in the way."

"... I can't hear that. I swore I'd be supported by Master Lilac."

Ah yeah. I don't need the second half, so I'll take care of it from now on. "

I shrugged my hands and shook my head annoying.

Each one of them irritates Futa, but this woman probably knows it and does it.

"Second. Tell me what the princess is up to. I'll let you know what I want you to pull out later. If you want to help the maid, don't give up the princess's trust. Which is more important to you than human life or His Majesty's information?

"Eh...."

Beatrix broke his third finger in a fist-gripping foot and said, "Well, this is the last of them."

"Third. If my vigilante didn't kill you, I'll think about it. Even if I look like this, I like watching the brawl from a safe place. If he dies, he dies. If you survive, I'll give you this little box."

"... is that good?

"Hmm? I don't mind any of that? If you die after being seen in a brawl, it's a funny sight to see."

Tilt your neck like a girl and tell Beatrice.

"Well, you can choose from three. I don't mind any of it. I made quite a concession, and I won't let anything happen anymore."

"... there's only one option."

"Oh, which one? First one?

The third one.

That said, Futa stood up.

Prim stares at his back.

--Perhaps you were almost convinced that Beatrice had made contact with Corona.

He can't afford to say anything right now.

So if you're worried, the answer is no.

Whatever comes out, Futa will never lose. When she glanced at Beatrice, she had already given orders to go out.

Let Prim and Futa guide her, and she groans in the room where she is left alone.

"If something happens to me that doesn't kill me as a vigilante..."

Betting is the life of your favorite.

As a consideration for the bet, it's not bad.

So...

"--I don't have to think about it. Lilac"