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

"No, it was a wonderful speech."

"Hahaha, thank you for this."

Garland applauded the king as he stepped off the stage.

Shake hands while receiving the attention of the venue.

Lilac, who was looking at them, scolded them cutely.

"Both of you. Everyone will be tired of applauding. Around there."

"Ha-ha, that's right. You're right."

"Yeah, we're just a team player."

Hahaha, and two men laugh at each other.

Garland, King, and Lilac are seated next to each other, with an exclusive view of the gladiator.

"Well, let's enjoy the game in front of you, the culture of the Kingdom."

"It's the first big event of the day."

Garland and the King nod in luxurious chairs.

And Lilac, who leaned his little head, asked the two of them.

"The first one?

Garland's mouth angle rises smaller.

Speaking of which, the king turned back to Lilac with a little surprise.

"Oh, haven't you heard? I heard that Garland and Lilac decided on the plan."

"Yes, nothing... I just wanted Lord Garland to see your match."

King and son face to face.

"Hahaha, actually, I haven't told Lord Lilac yet."

"Well, I can't see the story."

"No, thank you very much, Your Highness, for wanting to know the culture. It's up to me to reward it."

Trouble is, Lilac sees his father.

Then he slightly strayed from his sight.

- Of course. I thought Lilac knew.

Executes his maid. Still, I thought I had a contract with the French country.

Garland was lying down.

Anyway, I can't say anything to Garland publicly.

For this reason, the king's greatest purpose is to alliance with the French state - as well as an expedition to the neighboring country ahead.

We can't let our connection with France go unhindered right now.

But why? He was a king who suddenly felt like dark clouds were coming in.

From Garland's point of view, it's a natural match.

As long as the princess is a "rapist," we must determine which one is the real one.

Is rape a noble man in the reign?

Or is a rape male, after all, planning something this time?

That's why it's a safety measure.

Lilac, a noble minister, cannot say no.

If Lilac was a rapist, would he try to save his maid at this time? Then you can bring it to a situation you can't save from the beginning.

At this time, the possibility that Garland didn't want an alliance with France fell out of Garland's mind.

That should be it.

If Garland hadn't acted, it would have really just ended up watching.

I thought I set it up myself, but it's not as expected.

"... are you okay?

"No, stay tuned."

I couldn't even imagine the look on this anxious girl's face.

"--oops, two samurai are coming out. I see, both sides use it."

"Well, it's unusual for two people to use the cross."

The eyes of the King stroking his bearded jaw reveal a beautiful girl dressed in a thin oriental costume and a long, thin young man dressed in a knight's dress in this country.

Both had an atmosphere of standing arms, but it was the girl who attracted attention.

The black hair is tied together in two, and the stubborn expression is full of pride as a samurai. However...

"Hmm. Lilac, why aren't those girls dressed up?

"They say it's a dress from where she came from. I allowed it because it looks good."

"Nah, I see... Somewhat different from tradition....."

Well, if it's a homecoming dress, I'll forgive you. Yes, the king nodded.

--The girl's costume was an extremely exposed and glossy costume.

This is her gladiatorial costume (uniform), the most popular of the days when she was named Princess Shining Night of the Changshan Cross.

The fabric plays with the princess, and the raw feet that come out of the deep slits take away the eyes of the viewer.

The costume, officially called a Chinese dress, was a substitute for her.

In fact, Lilac asked her to wear it rather than give her permission, but the result was good.

Most of the audience filled the field with ecstatic exclamations despite the nobility.

"--But the odd thing is..."

Yes, at the same time as Garland murmured.

The venue groans a little. Of course. The man who appeared as a gladiator at the Olba Chamber of Commerce was too familiar.

Lilac nodded at the sigh.

"Lord Garland. Have you noticed? He is the strongest swordsman in the Olba Chamber of Commerce...."

"Unemployed." That's the strongest. I see, I can understand this gesture. "

"Stream stones are excellent" priests. "Yes, you're right."

A good "priest" sees through every profession.

The power naturally worked for Futa.

But there's an unexpected word coming out of Garland.

― ― It was also acquired by the late transfer of "occupation" to someone.

Eh?

Lilac's eyes are open.

Garland glanced at her in response to an unexpected voice.

"You can't be surprised, but you can't fool my eyes. Well, I don't know about my previous" profession "... but what I don't know is that nobody knows. And it's quite a rare case."

"I see...."

"Hmm, anything bothering you?

"No"

Lilac closes for the first time to calm down the upset.

"That's what Garland knows."

"Hahaha. It's a sneaky thing to be praised for."

Switch your head right away.

This story will have completely defused Huta's vigilance.

That's fine. For now, that's fine.

But...

--I don't know anything about your past.

It's just a little before the festival. I wonder why.

I felt like there was a gap in my heart.

The card for your match is the same as the previous one.

In other words, the configuration of the Prim Lancaster VS footer remains unchanged.

And most of the people gathered here left a rich memory of the last game before you.

Speaking of what happens as a result, it's not hard to imagine.

"... but maybe she'll lose again after all?

"Wow, that was cool, but..."

Well, yeah.

From the standpoint of a princess guest, I can't say anything bad about Futa.

Nevertheless, I was worried that it would be exactly the same as last time.

Don't forget, Futa's battle has not made the audience happy.

I have to say, it's extremely difficult for an "unemployed" Futa to catch up with a "gladiator" prime.

When they came out, the guests who were boiling in the shape of Prim also began to see reality as they cooled down.

And publicly supporting Primes was in such a state that it was possible.

The game before you is not a sight to see. It is a duel that should be solemnly held as a traditional culture. Just because Lilac forcibly turned it into a spectacle, the essence hasn't changed.

It was only once that I was able to raise the heat and send cheers.

That's why the audience atmosphere was getting cold.

It's like Colosseum back then.

By the way...

There's one here.

There's a pathetic man who says he can't wait to lose to Prim.

The man is in a very high position and is the head of a aristocrat who has publicly opposed the princess.

He doesn't know the prospects for this Lilac, and he doesn't know any information about the situation that is being exchanged between Prim and Fouta.

Yes, but only the reality that Beatrix will bear the debt again if we lose here awaits.

The man could not pretend to care.

"Primhhhhh!! You, let's lose this time!!! Yu, yu, I won't forgive you!!!

I don't know anything about it.

But his fever, whatever the background - it's like an audience betting on one side in Colosseum.

And the "gladiator" was a girl who excelled in performing on such a cheer.

Looking back at the man as he noticed, he quickly took off his hair and then turned the crosshairs to fascinate him.

Same as that day - no, even more sophisticated and beautiful sword-dancing without any unpleasant tension will quickly captivate everyone in the venue.

And that "Lord Treasurer" sent a big cheer.

It was only a matter of time before everyone started raising their fever at the potato potato ceremony.

"Prim Lancaster!! Good luck!

"Now it's time to win!!

"I want to see your smile!! --Oh no, it's still cute now, but when I win!!

"Primuuu!! I've loved it since I first saw it!!

"Temee, what are you doing?"

"Prim!! Prim! Prim!!

Wow, the cheer goes up.

I'm glad most of it - and all of it - is a tribute to Prim.

She responded with a smile, caring about her neighbor.

--to the man next door who once told me about his suffering in Colosseum.

But it seemed like it was a worrying thing.

The more depressed he is, the weaker his heart is.

You don't have to have many people watching.

Just for the sake of your loved ones.

But...

"--nnh...."

If you don't forgive me, there's only one small, murmured word.

"Damn it... damn it!!!!!"

Hmm, one girl stood up with momentum.

If you're not kidding, hold your head all the time, pointing to Futa and shouting.

"Uta!!!!!! You now!!!! You know I carry the Olba Chamber of Commerce sign!?!?!? I think I can forgive this situation!? You're really going to win by winning!?!? Impossible!!! This is crazy!!! Try boiling the audience with a little gladiatorial performance!!!

--I wish she was hungry.

Looking back at the game, it's only natural to win and go home soon. Such a scenario of future expectations was fragile and collapsed, and I could only imagine a situation where the mental state of the Olba Chamber of Commerce would be worse if I won.

It was also the treasurer sitting next to him.

In any case, it's Huta's victory, which is not the same as winning with fresh air and winning with such a peeled away away weather.

It was an unbearable situation for Beatrix.

"Even if they say so."

"I am now!!! Your boss!!! Don't cheer me up!! Follow orders!!!!

"... you can't help it."

"Am I wrong!?

Fouta glanced at the beatrix that began to tingle by skipping the corner of her mouth bubbles and couldn't help but grip the cross.

--I 've been trying to boil the audience many times for a long time.

It is now because it did not bear fruit.

Looking at the prime with worried eyes, the cape shook and lifted.

It was mostly a martial arts bone, but somehow, it was a blossomless move.

The audience's air ran out of subtle words.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Cut off that burning redhead, Beatrice goes mad.

What the hell is that pose? Do you really think the audience will be attracted? Where have you forgotten the cleanliness and appearance of movement?

There were so many things that came to mind. But she put it all in.

By the way, Beatrice M. Olba is the "owner."

It is also a kind of genius that we all recognize.

Backed by experience, the chambers of commerce run their own businesses, and at the age of 11, they were substantive top analysts and managers.

At the age of 14, she is building a complete one-top after pushing the Chamber of Commerce to the best in King's Landing.

"The profession, most of it, promotes specialization in one aspect of talent."

If you are a gladiator, it is not a strong thing, but a "brave battle".

Activation conditions are struggle with others.

A chamberlain is a "heart of service" to someone.

Activation conditions are the presence of the subject to be served.

If you are a business owner, you have a "wide-angle understanding" of your business.

The activation conditions shall be the business to be managed.

― ― Beatrice M. Olba is the "owner".

To be perfectly clear, he's a genius who never talked about the "owner" of the Colosseum where Futa was.

I'm familiar with the way ingredients are cooked.

Calculate instantaneously and immediately think about how to sell the "material" called fouta.

The man in front of me is the product. It's a business to run.

--If Beatrice had been in Colosseum. Proprietors who instigated the eight-hundred would have been dumped into the sea by now, trapped in mud.

"The character is not standing, you indifferent dark bastard!! What you should do now is villain (heel)!!! There's such an inflammatory woman in front of you, so at best come close!!! Men are supposed to peel their eyes and support you!!!!

Eh?

"Chairman's orders!!!! Now!! Now!! Do it!!!!!!"

--If Beatrice had been in Colosseum. Perhaps Fouta had gained a little more reputation as a champion.

I'm sorry, Fouta. Look at the prime.

She laughs funny and then tells.

"Pre-fight performance, right? Fine. Shall we cut the slit?

"... are you sure?

"I'll charge Beatrix for the repairs."

For a prime that winks lightly, the lid closes for the first time.

"You guys are all backing me up!! Here it is!!

--- Really reading.

Accurately punched through the hem of Prim's clothes, the audience cheer exploded in a slight complexion.

"Oooh!! Nice!! Oh my god!

"What are you doing to Temeeprim!! - Just a little!!

"Wow... Primoo!! I can't beat a guy like that!!!

The way he talks is inferior.

Nevertheless, Futa was born for the first time.

I got cheers from a strange audience.

"This is what happens when you do it instantly. If you want to sublimate to business, here's a little more... Polishing him won't do me any good. []/(n, vs, adj-no) (1) revelation/revelation/(2) revelation/(P)/

Beatrice snorted and sat down, turning his neck annoying the cupcake in one hand.

This will be a little bit of an "entertainment".

The cheering that just came out of nowhere envelops the dance floor.

Lilac nodded as he gazed at him, signaling to the man behind him.

In the middle of the field, two wizards face each other.

Fufu

Prim smiled a little before the man who seemed to have been elected referee.

Feminine and soft, it's an unusual expression for her.

Just playing with the cloth of the thighs ripped off in the performance, Futa tilted her neck to her pleasant face.

"What's wrong?

Huta, I don't know if that's the end of the story.

Playing lightly with the cross, she gazes at the audience.

"--I 'm so happy. I knew the championship game was going to be so exciting."

"... ahh"

That's not the end of the line, which means that the girl Huta wants to rescue as soon as possible.

Happiness is like this excitement.

Fewer people than Colosseum can afford, and Prim should have had more cheers and more stars.

Still, the fact that the lonely champion was lonely was what we met that day with our blades crossed in this country.

That's why.

"Sorry, Futa. I'll do my best. Even in this situation, I'm not going to miss a chance to do it from the front."

"-Okay. Take it and stand."

"It's gone. That's what I originally promised!!

Besides, Prim murmured.

I knew Huta would come here in the name of the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

I haven't asked what the circumstances are, but that's it.

"Even if you forgive me, it has nothing to do with my annoyance!

If you can defeat Futa here, the beatrix will blow bubbles and taste delicious twice.

"Former [Eight Flashes in the Heaven: Lu no Tai Knife], Princess Shining Night of the Changshan Cross - I'll guess!!

The Jade Prim is pouring!

Whether or not there is a sign from the beginning, a quick blow is coming at Futa's neck straight away.

The lid opens its eyes and instantly receives it in its own pocket.

--Fast.

Even though it had been less than a month since the match, her dress was even more refined.

Huta was honestly surprised that there was still so much stretching in her bowl, which had been so well-trained and polished.

I dream about it every day.

Prim's mouth angle is distorted.

Turn from a soft smile to something as fierce as hers.

"That day's defeat felt good. But I regretted it."

"Changshan Cross: Meteor Ichiya"

The fastest thrust released is even sharper than that day.

"But I dream every day."

The foot vigilante breaks down the posture of the fowl, and the foot vigilante strikes the fowl with falsehood, and the foot vigilante hunts down the fowl with his hands like a prey beast.

"--you 're better than me, Doctor, in front of you every day."

Nitah, deepening her smile, she starts paying Futa.

The combination of body magic and spear magic is not the royal road of Changshan Cross Spear magic, but it is not distracted by Futa.

"Your imitation imitates my trajectory. Then you can handle sudden tangles!?

That's why it goes well with that long weapon.

The closer you get, the more sudden your body moves, the closer you get, the more time you can spend on a barrel that's almost mutually reinforcing.

That's the fouta strategy Prim came up with.

I see, I think.

There are no signs of exercise that come through every time you cross the pigeon. It was because I knew Futa that I came up with an odd idea.

A cheer broke out throughout the venue as Primes continued to attack bravely and courageously.

Beautiful gladiators boil down on their tricks, and cheers pop in from there.

"Yikes!! Sister!!"

"Right there! Buzz me!!

Muddy support is mostly due to civilian senators and their involvement, but even the elegant aristocrats who are caught by them raise the heat.

It was the Knights of the Dragons - and Garland was no exception - and its gorgeous battle naturally took away its eyes.

Natural and rude lecture.

Lilac looks satisfied with his infinite heat up battle.

--Instead of asking for the rest, he offered Prim a bounty match with Fouta.

Lilac would never deny that Prim was in a good mood.

Well, how about this for your game?

I dared to ignore the king's whispering words.

As long as Garland is enjoying watching, there is no use for the King.

He doesn't have the courage to stop what the French Knights are enjoying.

Slowly gaze, Lilac pays attention to the venue.

Excellent preparation. And then after this game.

"- Hey, hey. A woman named Prim is strong!

Relax and watch the game with one hand of sweets. Fouta's supremacy, anyway.

Beatrix, who placed his trust in the man who smashed the wind, was overwhelmed by the unexpected Primes' good fight.

Last time, we had quite a fight and lost, so this time, anyway.

She was in high spirits, so she was in a hurry for Prim's rush.

In the seat directly behind it, Wind laughs funny.

"That's the funny thing about fighting swords. Yesterday's winner doesn't always win today."

"It's not funny!! Come on, Futa, let's go! - Not now, because he's carrying our sign!

"Fufu. Don't you think the chairman also enjoys fighting the sword?"

"If you're having fun, you're not hanging in there! --I just..."

She uses her cool "management" brain to murmur at the calories around her.

"Sure, it could be money."

"That's the Chairman's biggest rating."

Looking down, Wind looks at the two people fighting.

Oh, that sounds like fun. It might be time for this body to fade, but before I do, I'd like to try that stage.

"Save us."

"I pray to you, who can only live in the struggle, but who was our biggest wall on the road. Please don't run away."

"We may have been a street stone of no value to you."

"We've been shaking our blades just to surpass you."

That's what she said that day, and then a month passed.

She must have spent all this time with Fouta just to beat her.

It's good to hear that word.... I'll try again if I can beat you. "

There is no lie in that word.

She fights her way and seeks ways to defeat Futa every day.

"Haha, I'm still going!!

Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash.

Changshan Cross: Meteoroids

Kicks and punches that are occasionally knocked in line with the knife were certainly not in Futa's dictionary.

But...

"... I'm looking forward to fighting again."

Get in touch with Futa. I've never seen a strong enemy named Prim in my life.

Okay.

Let's take it and stand.

That's what he said that day.

My chest is not at the game right now. I've been thinking about her over the bars. But that's why.

The only thing that keeps her out of sight - the present Futa won't do it again.

Because I know I'm admired.

"Yes, I will imitate the trajectory."

Prim's starving tiger gaze and Futa's mimicking eyes intersect.

"That's why I saw it."

At that moment, Futa feels Prim's sharpening.

Certainly, she didn't mix her body skills during her workouts. Therefore, I have to say that the body technique in this battle was rough - but it was definitely an effective beating for Futa.

Still, her recent workouts were uncomfortable.

There is a gap and discomfort.

It turns out that the body is a body trick for Futa - "All you have to do is repeat her movements now and her exercises".

Whatever advanced technology it is has nothing to do with Futa.

I can't help it.

That's why Huta is the strongest.

Copying: Prim Lancaster - Changshan Cross: A Meteor

Cut off the body trick of the prime, then throw out the jar that had been stored in the waist and throw the body of the prime.

"- Yes."

Again, Prim nodded with a funny smile that seemed completely different from that time.

"Do it again!

--Winner, Futa.

Cheers boil. The scream boils.

The battle is over.

The game in front of me closed.

"You're kidding, right?

Beatrice M. Olba responded faster than anyone else.

A giant mobile "something" is brought in by the Knights and pushed to the stage where the King was speaking earlier.

― ― Originally, this place was a execution site before it became a dance floor.

The cold air and the blunt shine of the blade, as if it were back to normal.

Beatrix knew what was coming.

As a "manager" - no, the benefit of a brain that made her a genius.

It's not what the Knights are trying to do, it's not what the Princess is trying to do. To encompass all of this, slowly the frightened eyes of the beatrix move to the most detrimental being.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Nobody answers the bluish beatrix.