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

― ― Wangdu Central Area. Main street.

A small stylish coffee shop on the corner.

Facing a table set on the terrace for two is a tall, skinny young man and a beautiful, eye-catching girl.

If the atmosphere were a little more youthful, the pair would have risen to one of the rumors as a good-looking man and a woman, but they were entertained to chat in an atmosphere like friends who had nothing to do with sex.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the princess."

"Isn't that nice? I wanted to thank you, too."

"Really? Something illuminates you."

The young man, who poured milk into the light roasted coffee, lowered his eyebrows and buttocks by looking at the girl who cleared the cake and tart from one end.

In the last case, she took care of the part other than your match. Especially when we were looking for Corona by ourselves - putting conditions on the beatrix seemed to have been a big factor in making Lilac feel better.

In recognition of that, I was given a thankful permission to eat and drink whatever I wanted in King's Landing today.

I don't know why you knew the day Richter's escort was off.

I'm sorry, but her name is Prim Lancaster, and she keeps ordering with the momentum to dominate this store's confectionery.

The appearance that attracts the attention of the people walking on the main street is not just because they are eating sweetly.

"... hmm? Where is it? Was there anything you wanted?

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant."

The prime hairstyle is a long, glossy twin tail tied high as usual.

A miniskirt with a thin body line and raw feet that takes away people's eyes, on its black hair, which also has a different charm from Corona's fluffy blonde hair.

Combined with the length of his back and the outfit that fascinated him with his outstanding style, the result was a crowd gathering, but he didn't seem to be at all comfortable.

"Prim is beautiful, isn't he?"

I see. What suddenly changed? If you're going to dictate, I'd like you to look a little more at it and become a skinship. "

"No, not a dictation, but a difference in character as a gladiator."

"Ah. Visual is one of the weapons."

Loosely rebuilding her legs, she glanced towards the road.

A 14,5-year-old boy who blushed his cheeks slightly and glanced at him, waved his hand with a smile, and had a glimpse of his style as an eye-catcher.

Prim Lancaster was both the best of Colosseum and the most popular girl in the world.

That's why you can't walk the road.

"Well, that's why my life wasn't so bad right now."

"Current life?

"I train while escorting Richter. This is how I get out to breathe and spend the money I save. --Well, I don't have that much money right now, and today it's the princess's luxury."

Excuse me, but I thought Futa was on the fun side of Prim's face running to order more.

Sure enough, when she was so popular in Colosseum, it would have been difficult for her to walk out freely.

It is a nod to say that Fight Money has increased, but it has not been used much.

"But look. If my life gets back to normal again. That's not bad. You're here too."

"Oh... you mean Colosseum?"

"That's right. Richter said he would think of an alias because he wore the name of the Principality. It's not a bad idea, Richter Stadium or anything."

"No, I wonder if the Treasurer's personal name is in the State Department...."

Bye, Lilac Colosseum.

"Yeah, well... I know you're not interested."

"I didn't decide my two names as gladiators."

"Really?

"That's right. Nnh, it's better to leave it to a real poet than I decide."

"I see...."

"I wonder why you look like you've never known me before. That's what makes it popular."

Jesus, Prim shakes his neck.

Even though that fuzzy expression seemed to make a fool of me, it made me feel carefree that the past would not be too heavy, and I couldn't come out very strongly.

"--definitely enter, Fouta."

"That's what Prim's gonna do."

"That's right. My" profession "is" gladiator. "It's my real profession, right?

"... I guess so. I see."

Once Huta closed her eyes.

Lilac wants it.

Corona supports me.

Paying them back does not conflict with the stage of the sword at the earliest.

Then.

"Oh, now I'm going to be a real champion."

Ahahah

Kidding, Prim laughs.

"Nasty guy. Isn't that a gladiator? I don't know what it's like to be a champion."

"I've got plenty of Primes missing. Let me study a lot."

"... I see."

The look on Prim's face eased.

--If this had been the case from the beginning, the current situation might have changed a little bit.

But that's over.

Once again, what an opportunity.

Prim swore in his heart that it was time to make the mightiest king.

Nevertheless, I still don't think I'm going to lose.

"You really make me admire you."

"What about it?"

"I'll beat you up, champ. Hey, if you can't wait for the construction to continue!

With congressional approval, new events are beginning to be announced in King's Landing.

At best, something is still about to start in King's Landing, but that's enough to talk about.

A calm and relaxed neighborhood with suddenly thrown fuel.

A plan calculated to burn at the top of the climax on the opening day.

"I don't know why, but I'm still shutting down what Colosseum can do."

"They're going to keep it a secret even during construction. The silence was pretty harsh, and Lilac was in favor of the plan."

"Well, isn't that the princess's idea? Then who is it?"

For a moment, Futa was wondering whether to mouth it.

"... why are you so quiet?"

"No, I can't help it.

"You're curious!

"... okay. But shut up."

"I know."

All the plans are for Beatrix.

"Let's go all over the world."

"You've seen that!

Huta hurriedly fastens the rising prime.

The scale of hunger is world wide.

"I don't know what he's gonna do, but he's gonna fail flashy!

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stop bothering Lilac!

"Gu... I really don't understand why I'm listening to you."

Sitting upset, Prim snorts his nose with his cheek wand.

The honest feeling was the best and evidence that she was only a citizen.

In friendship, politics does not go around.

Use competent people. Discard incompetence. There's no need for love. And of course, hate feelings.

It was just a story that only people who understood it could stand on the side that greatly moved the world.

"Beatrice M. Olba is dead. Would you still like to drop the sip?

'Cause I didn't punch him.

Wow.

Of course Prim has no reason to know that Beatrix is alive.

Even though I knew that the neck had been delivered to France, my feelings were still not satisfactory.

For example, if a hated person dies.

Some people feel refreshed, while others feel uncomfortable if they don't die and humiliate their dignity. That's the world.

Nevertheless, in the case of Prim, it really seems like he'd feel better if he hit him once.

I hit him because he was annoyed. I feel refreshed when I punch you.

It was a very easy way of living.

"Do you feel refreshed when you hit me?

"There's no point in hitting a corpse."

I see.

I'll check with him next time to see if Prim is willing to be beaten to refresh himself.

--Well, "What if you hate me for the rest of your life?" It's a barren life, "and I know that it's left behind after rubbing my mind back.

"Even after he disappeared, the Olba Chamber of Commerce seemed troublesome. Richter seems busy, too."

"Ah... well... I guess so..."

"Do you know anything about that?

"No, not at all."

The man who is still manipulating it from behind has not changed. I don't know.

Prim says with a freshly transported cake.

Richter, you're so smart.

You mean the sword?

"Yeah, it sounds like you're having a lot of fun with me. I think I did it again with Futa. I won't tell you.... that's why I'm working, poor thing."

"Another way to say that you're pathetic at work....."

In fact, I remembered that the Richter I met yesterday seemed to be quite mentally exhausted.

And here, if you think of Futa, Prim had a plan that you can't think of.

It would not have been proposed until the Colosseum, had it not been communicated to Prim at this stage.

Speaking of which...

"What?

Master Lilac is going to Colosseum.

"Eh, is that so!? A princess!?

Ah.

Hee, Prim nodded impressively.

Indeed, her arm seemed to be quite good. If you weren't a princess, it wouldn't be strange to be slashed.

I see, the prime solidified thinking that there was an opportunity for the blade to be pointed legally.

I see.

"What's going on?

"If the princess gets out, the treasurer can also enter!

"Eh... no, I guess so."

The treasurer sneezed intensely at work.

"No, but you're busy.

"What does busy have to do with Colosseum? Futa's got a hard head."

"No, time or something...."

"The princess is working hard too! That said, I'll manage with the mood."

"Such a barbarian...."

"But surely, Richter is a bit stiff around there, too. Yo."

"What did you come up with?

The eyes of the rising Prim were on fire with their mission.

"I'll tell the princess!