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

- The royal castle, courtyard square.

Known as a place for the nobles to rest, it also served as an ideal place to soothe the body and mind by drawing beautiful tree leakage days with dazzling sunlight.

The sunniest courtyard square in the royal castle.

I never wanted to praise my ancestors who designed this place more than I do today.

Richter L. Klimbroom was in a great mood that day.

"Ho... hmm. I see? Hmm, heh. I see. I see."

On your hands, scroll. Try to shine the text through the sun like a testimonial, enjoy the scent of ink with a slap, point to each letter and count to 0.

Behind him, Prim sighed with astonishment as he was escorting his sword in place of his staff.

"It's a little disgusting, Richter."

"What makes you sick? Watch your language."

"Even though I'm not a citizen, I don't have to be respected by nobles."

You must be my employer.

"This is how I stand against my employer."

Richter turned around and shook his hand.

Her two-compartment black hair was caught in her carefree atmosphere and pretended to shake.

Like giving up, Richter sighs.

It's been a shallow day since I was hired as an escort, but I still feel like I've learned to be one of them.

Usually full of habits, once the switch is switched on, the barbarians become leopards. The evil habit of finding strong prey and trying to slash it was Richter who was beginning to suspect it was a disease rather than an early one.

"... well, good."

Yes, but it doesn't matter.

Whether it is a horse that is difficult to handle, or a barbarian from an eastern country who has difficulty communicating with his will, what he brought home is what he brought back.

Borrowings from the Olba Chamber of Commerce swelled up.

The Klingbroom family alone is a considerable sum of money, and even if you include what the aristocrats borrowed indefinitely, you can't see it.

If there was a pile of government bonds that the country had obtained from the Chamber of Commerce, Richter would no longer be able to lift his head to the tortuous "owner" opponent of that character.

That's what I'm talking about.

"The Klingon Bloom family's debts are barraged (destroyed), temporary bonds with no interest or debt to the aristocracy, and government bonds are treated as wartime government bonds and their repayment obligations have been extended by 50 years! Is it the best?"

"What are you talking about?

"Well done, Prim."

"Ah? I think you owe me money from the Olba Chamber of Commerce. I'm glad they're so upset."

I see. Probably not the kind of forehead you imagined, but you could have said that. Excellent. The basics of the negotiation are a blow job. Hmm. "

"... you're such a bad guy, aren't you?

"That's not true!!!

Richter L. Klimbroom was a barbarian Prim Lancaster from the East who couldn't understand as much as Dew, how much he was saving the country's functions.

"But... fufufu. Fuhaha!

"Wow, I'm not too drunk."

"I want to open a good drink! Luck boiled down is exactly what this is. There was no denying that the damn maid would disappear... but it turned out to be the right thing to do to get you to Futa!

"- Yes, well, that's fine. I just want to hurt you because I'm upset."

"You barbarian.... no, good. Ah, the liquor is delicious!! It's so delicious!!

"Wow...."

Richter, who drinks from day to day happily, is the first prime I've ever seen.

She doesn't know. I wonder if I'll ever see Richter like this once in a few years.

Your secretary will envy you a little. Apart from that.

"Well, that's not when you're saving up. I can't even talk to His Majesty right now, so why don't you take it home and talk to your men? We also have to think about water treatment and development around King's City, but for the time being, we have to check the family register and give jobs to the over-supplied" professions "-"

As the dream spreads, Richter puts out a plan with that and this and writes it on the scroll of the table.

A large sum of money intended to be used for repayment to the Olba Chamber of Commerce is poured into the circulation of the King's City at once.

There is no provocation from the Chamber of Commerce and Industry. There is no need to worry about being filled with military funds. Because all the floating money is the personal property of the Kringbrooms.

The same goes for debts without interest.

That would have been Richter's accumulation that he would have used it to revitalize the King's City, using the foreclosure allowed only to the Kringbrooms.

Then there will be a lot of money in the treasurer's pocket.

The point is to invest. We will eventually be able to repay all our debts to the Olba Chamber of Commerce and close down the Chamber of Commerce from Congress.

"Finally... the wind is finally turning towards us"

Prim doesn't know exactly what Richter's talking about.

But, well, I thought I'd do my best.

She has no intention of controlling the shadow that crosses next to you Primes.

I mean, it's like Richter's friend.

Richter, I need to talk to you.

Tingling.

Until now, the back of Richter, who had been running a quill after drinking alcohol at an unusual pace, solidified as if he had been exposed to cold air.

As it stood, loose, Richter stood up like a sinner called to the death row.

Turn around and you'll be a useless escort.

Before that, the beloved princess with a soft smile.

"... this is Your Highness. You're in a good mood.

"Yes, I'm so glad you're... in a good mood."

"Ha-ha."

Well, what can I do for you?

A man named Richter is not as breathtaking as he thinks long.

She had a good reason to say that when she came into contact with Richter, and most importantly, when Prim sprayed a blow through this affidavit, Huta was there.

Whatever you think, you only think you understand the situation.

Lilac gently stroked her lips and slowly turned her eyes to the table. It is the second finest liquor in his cellar that Richter cherished.

"I see, you've earned your certainty."

"Ha, ah. What are you talking about?"

"I heard rumors of the wind."

This is definitely not such a flowerfield situation. Richter poisoned himself.

A fairy of the wind whispers and gives this woman a gentle and happy story? Rather, I want to look at the chips on stage with one hand and laugh.

"--Anything, I can afford the finance."

I can't afford it anymore.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Yeah, it's not that much room."

"Even though I'm opening a drink that I can't talk about?

"Ah, ahh. Sometimes that happens. Would His Highness like to come with you?

I shouldn't have drunk alcohol.

I don't drink. What do you like about alcohol? What a fine drink. Peh.

"No, because if I put alcohol in, I'm a person who gets in the way of my work."

Really? No, I'm sorry. "

"... aside, Richter. If you can afford it, there's something you need to do. I've talked about the plan before, but let's make it quick. I'll tell you a detailed schedule later, but it's not that far away, so get ready."

"I can't believe you're planning this... Hold on! We can't afford to let the boulders speed it up! How much do you think it costs!

So? Lilac raised one eyebrow and gently grabbed the evidence from Richter's hand.

Then slowly read the text and return it to Richter.

Lilac smiled softly at Richter, who didn't know what to say. Like a loving Virgin Mary.

"You don't have to pay for it with your own money."

Eh?

It was an unexpected dialogue.

The only thing that floated was Richter's or the Krembroom's personal effects.

To him, who was desperately trying to do something with desperate resistance, her dialogues were surprising.

Lilac smiles as she giggles at Richter who leans her neck.

Prim, who didn't understand anything, thought the smile was a lovely princess.

"There is no interest on the debt of the aristocracy and the country's debt is the same. If so, it would be easy, wouldn't it?

In her dialogues, Richter felt it.

The Virgin takes the place of the devil.

"--You can borrow it again"

"Huh?

It was a Richter who leaked a strange noise.

"The Olba Chamber of Commerce has considerable wealth. Yeah, I'm worried about how I can get the money out of her."

"No, but wait a minute. He said he wanted to borrow it."

That's right. The testimony relates to this debt.

Next time I borrow it, I'll do the same thing again. Naturally, interest accrues.

It hurts for Richter who wants to keep the Chamber of Commerce out of Congress.

But you can't tell the princess such a disadvantage.

This woman has every intention of using the Chamber of Commerce and Industry as much as possible.

"Beatrix is crying because the prospect of debt repayment that was addressed to her collapses. Poor thing."

The princess says, "Happy birthday!" with a face she doesn't think is pathetic at all.

"Once you have trespassed on your credibility. So why don't you just borrow it again and tell me to return it properly while the groove is shallow?"

"--But..."

"... is that so?"

Lilac's eyes narrowed.

Well then, Richter. Which do you prefer now, when you see my connection - or when you declare that you are in touch with the success of the project? "

"Isn't that a threat!?

"No, I didn't mean to. I can do either."

Richter collapsed.

"Hey, princess. I don't know much about politics."

Lilac's emotionless eyes are pointed at the interrupted prime from the side. But Prim asked without any particular concern.

"That's it. Why would I make Richter's debt a charity, that beatrix? You mean to make me feel good?

"No, not at all"

"... that sounds like it."

"Well, let me make this clear to you, Prim Lancaster. My original plan was based on the assumption that I would rely on the financial power of Beatrix. I've been negotiating many times, but I haven't been able to draw out very good terms. Of course, they're merchants."

"Hmph. So?

Lilac smiled gorgeously at the nodded prime.

"That money moved to Richter, so let's do a big job with Richter!

"I see! Richter, Richter, let's get all the money out of Beatrix!

"That's right. Instead of funding the project, it would be nice if the nobles could stop turning their heads as usual. That way, you can just borrow money. You don't have to give them incentives to plan."

"You can talk, princess! Does the princess hate him too!?

Primes accelerate disrespect, but Richter didn't have the strength to stop them.

"It's not that I dislike it, but it's not convenient even if the Chamber of Commerce makes a lot of money. If you don't kill me alive and work like a horse, that's all I need."

Hey.

I thought that was all there was to it, Prim.

Lilac's expression, as if the saints were thinking of sinners, accelerated the fear even more.

"By the way, Prim Lancaster."

Ah, just a prime.

Really? Well, with Prim. However, we would like you to refrain from such behavior in public. "

"Well, I'm not being raised by a princess."

Really? Then don't regret it. "

"Yes, Princess. What can I do for you?

"Just in public."

Richter cursed the world's inequalities.

Not to mention, Lilac coughs up a little bit.

"Prim, I have one interesting story for you, too. I don't know if it's an interesting story for Sir Treasury there."

That's what I said, and I whispered to Prim.

Prim's expression switches quickly to a feverish, joyful look.

"Hee, that's good. I got in."

Really? Well, tell Richter about it. Bye. "

That said, she walks away in peace.

Smiled a little at Prim's loose drop off, then exhaled as he turned the hallway.

"Okay, next."