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

― ― Courtyard of the Olba Chamber of Commerce Headquarters.

Give me what you promised me, Beatrice.

Futa's expression was steep.

It was a revelation of Huta's sorry for the current game.

It was a murderous battle against Wind or a tribute to him who desperately sought the magic of resurrection.

But anyway.

"I see...."

Beatrix seemed to feel intimidated by the fighting spirit leaking from the full lid.

"You don't have the courage to atrophy me...!

"I'm not going to atrophy you anyway. ― ― Sure, if you ask.

Close your eyes and Futa murmurs.

Intimidate the beatrix and forcibly take the small box.

I could certainly do it that way. But that would definitely bother Lilac.

I really didn't want to do it as a last resort.

But...

"If Master Lilac doesn't stop me, it may mean I can do anything here."

"Nh...!?

I put it in my mouth because I came up with it.

For Fouta, a dialogue that is no more or less than that.

But in this situation,

A man who lightly puts down a caution stick he trusted in his arm is the most advanced threat to speak with an iron barrel in his hand.

"No, what are you... what are you doing...? You said you'd give me a box...?

I'm not gonna do anything.

It was time for the lid to tilt its neck, as it had changed.

"What have you done, Prim?"

"No, it's my fault."

Prim lowers his throat like an astonishment, but says nothing.

Because for Prim, the situation where a woman who told me that she was scattered and a loser is so scared and scattered is interesting.

Good luck.

Power is certainly powerful.

But on the other hand, It is extremely vulnerable to people who do not have the power or who cannot threaten the future with that power.

It is because she has grown her dominance and continues to convert "money" into "power" so that it can be adapted to every situation.

The inexorable behavior of "unemployed" who was completely unconcerned about the future was simply the worst compatibility.

It comes with an overwhelming power as a piece, and the princess's hug comes with an option.

For Beatrix, I had just told him that I couldn't help being confused by the adversary's explosion.

Wind laughed joyfully behind Huta as if she was in such a hurry.

"Why are you laughing? There's no reward."

"I know. It went too well with Master Huta."

"... if that's what you samurai say, then so be it. Hmm."

Prim was a little surprised at the sight.

I thought such a tyrannical manager would hit the wind a little harder.

Apparently, he's willing to give up to the experts about what he can't do.

The stance of trying to solve everything with money seems to have become a form of vengeance this time, but there may be an ideal side to some kind of boss.

I am not at all dissatisfied with being employed by Richter.

And so Futa stepped out one step ago.

Beatrix, let's take a step back.

"Beatrix"

"What? You're done with your business. Go home....."

Think, think, think.

It doesn't matter if we put him in a situation where we can eliminate him at any time.

But now it's bad luck to threaten him.

The "existence of Lilac", which Huta talked about without even trying, took away the threatening card from Beatrix.

If you ask me, yes. No matter what happens here, Lilac is letting Futa go. Suppose Lilac has the means to rebuild it, even if the beatrix is erased?

Beatrix is not covered at all.

By the mysterious unemployed in front of you.

--Of course, I didn't mean for Futa to do that.

It was the beatrix now that my head was working and I was falling in love with it.

It's been a long time since we've had to devote all our efforts to the idea of "cutting through the things in front of us."

Behind the scenes, I've already gathered guards from all over the HQ, but I wonder how much I can protect myself against Futa - and the two Primes who were slashing each other.

Money is not worth life.

Though irritated by the distracted reality.

All you have left is the intangible property card you had before the match.

"― ― I prepared the conditions, made concessions so far, and fulfilled my promise. You don't have to do this anymore. Why don't you go home and thank me a little bit?

A voice with a thin chest and good falsehood.

But even if it rots, "owner," the speed and majesty of its switching is a bit impressive to Prim.

But Futa doesn't understand everything.

Unstoppable joblessness, a bargaining and amateur, totally ignores the "thank you" card that Beatrice appealed to diligently.

"You took Corona."

"... I didn't make it a condition to say that.

Pointing to the small box pressed against the lid, she said so.

"On the third condition, I should have offered you that little box."

"You're saying you can't hand over Corona?

A word from Futa staring at her.

Beatrix glanced back at him, frustrated, with straight eyes without any negotiation.

- I'm not here.

Her eyebrows twitched.

Without worrying about his behavior, Beatrice continued violently playing with his two-sided hair.

"The maid is no longer here. It's been a long time since you took him away. You came quick. With your own feet. That's why I'm worried about your noisy temper."

"... on my feet"

Fouta closed her eyes.

She joined the beatrix on her feet. Futa did not know the veracity of the word.

Because that's right.

Because Futa doesn't know if Corona has a reason to contact the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

That was the purpose of Corona from the beginning - and I shook my head.

Then there's no explanation that the Beatrices were looking for her.

But...

I hope you can enjoy Futa's cooking in 10 days.

That was Corona's set number of days.

Then, Futa and Lilac ate together and disappeared.

In retrospect, Corona has been acting strange for the last 10 days.

Why is that?

What made her disappear?

― ― Why did you light up the rendezvous with Beatrix?

Even if you think about it yourself, there are limits.

Fouta doesn't trust her head.

That's why I asked from the front.

"Well, what happened to the corona you came with?"

Beatrix shook his head like he thought.

"Whatever you say, will you swear not to harm the Olba Chamber of Commerce?

"... okay."

After confirming that Futa nodded, he said, "I think you know, too."

"I sold it out. Obviously, right?"

I couldn't understand what they said.

"Naturally....?

"I'm not making a rough impression. Because you listened so generously that there was no point in doing it. I really don't understand what they're thinking."

They. It sounded like they included people other than Corona.

What brackets did you put her in?

A maid or a race? --Or.

"Why is it so natural to sell out the corona?"

Beatrix was instantly surprised at Futa's question, which seemed to have pushed her anger and killed her.

And I saw Huta as convinced. There's even some kind of pity in those eyes.

"Oh, you didn't know. I'll hide that. I didn't know that for the first time three days ago."

"What?"

"I can't help it. I'll tell you."

"Them."

The brackets are not about work or race.

- "Occupation".

Witches are money.