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

― ― Wangdu Northeast Section 8.

"Mr. Ocean Big Wave..."

"Ooh! Are you knocking so hard? Uuuuu!

A barrier reef that chews salute with norinori while sucking on yakitori skewers.

Wind looked at him like that and smiled.

"... how are you? Oh, thank you, Mr. Ocean."

"... ahh"

Barrier Reef that scratches the cherry blossoms and their short hair.

Wind's gentle gaze and smile resembling a bitter smile raised him up to the sky for a moment.

The clouds flowing through the beautiful blue sky remind me of the waves of the sea that I like freely and refreshed.

A little silent, Barrier Reef shook his head.

--I don't know why, but apparently this old man knows my real name.

But, Mr. Ocean, when I saw what I said, it seems to be going through for now.

In that case, it would be wilderness to question what is being revealed.

"Well, no. Winn-chan, from now on."

"I don't care what they say. It's better to stay out of the table until it's almost cold."

"Whoa, that's not cool. Seriously, how much time do you have to deal with people who are coming to kill by themselves in a crowd? Wouldn't it be better if the guards hid it?

"Ha ha ha. It would still be good if it were just me."

Lowering his hips to the ground and leaning against the wall, Wind took out a cigar from his pocket and poured it on fire - making it grand.

"Hey, it's rough, Winn-chan...?

"Ha ha ha. I've been out of smoking for six years."

"Hmm?

Barrier reef next to the windshield, leaning against the wall.

The gaze, with his hands behind his head and looking down at the wind, would have been more or less a public story, waiting for the continuation of his words.

"My daughter's name is Ruli. Her mother's name is Azarea."

――

And the barrier reef's eyes narrowed.

The purple smoke exhaled by the wind disappears into the sea sky, shaking between the waves.

"I was her escort. An escort is a job of protecting an employer. Even though it is. I couldn't protect her once."

Shake your head pitifully.

The barrier reef, gazing blurrily at the rising smoke, murmured.

"That Azarea? How was your marriage?

I didn't ask you about your marriage life.

I already knew. This man is not Luli's father.

No, I think he's my father. More than my real parents.

But the blood.

The bond between him and his daughter is certainly not due to blood.

I realized everything about the barrier reef.

I deliberately put the name Azarea in front of me.

And perhaps you realize who you are.

I mean, a woman named Azarea...

"Well, I never heard of her dissatisfaction. Always. Like my daughter, she smiled constantly. --Just..."

Wind murmured like a spill.

Six years ago, it's still burning clearly in my brain.

A pink woman with azalea hair who resembles Ruli.

The soft smile suited Luli's sick and weak woman.

She was coughing in the hospital bed and always laughing, "It's okay."

As she weakened day by day, she was always thinking about the man who got married.

But...

Wind has heard.

Conversations that were taking place inside when passing in front of the cafeteria.

It's the mixed voice of a lowly laugh of her husband, the man.

If I became a royal relative, I'd already used her. I don't mind if you give me a break.

― ― From that time on, Wind did.

It was from the bottom of my heart that I couldn't bear to let that man use my daughter.

When I'm dead, Ruli - Wind. I'm counting on you.

That word was an exoneration mark for Wind.

"I just couldn't forgive you. The man who used and threw away the man I loved."

……

"I don't mind the punishment for what I did on my own. Rather, it's time for a good trial. But Luli had nothing to do with it. You must avoid only getting tired of her."

That's right. This is a punishment for your own selfish actions.

You can't bother anyone.

However, if we can make it through this time, let's use this life again for Luli.

For Wind, that's all.

"... Winn-chan was in love with Azarea."

"Yeah, I knew you wouldn't tie me up."

"I see...."

The barrier reef was big and exhaled.

"... getting married is difficult."

"Ha ha ha. It's a story I don't understand."

"Even if you do, you have kids."

"That's...."

A little surprised, an eye-opening wind.

The barrier reef should be fully aware of the situation.

I've talked to you so far, I can probably guess with the barrier reef.

The name Azarea is not a pseudonym either.

― ― The hidden sin family is a problem of the barrier reef's homeland.

Even so, he admitted that Ruli was Wind's daughter.

"Me, I could marry a beautiful girl like this."

"Yes, that's... congratulations"

"Hey, look. It's not like we like each other or anything.

……

"Maybe, but it's like Azarea's with you."

A barrier reef that returns a self-taunting smile to a slow, face-up window.

"Winn-chan, for example, if I... married Azarea. What do you think, Winn-chan?

"... well... I don't know."

"I'm curious about Ocean. I'm so worried!

"If there are appropriate circumstances, there is no way. --Just..."

Yeah, just...

"It's still hard to see loved ones who use it for profit or loss. Human nature is the greatest happiness I want people to enjoy."

"The greatest happiness,"

"You can listen to the bullshit of hundreds of ordinary people."

"- No."

Shaking his head, Barrier Reef told him.

"Thank you."

And he walks out with his back turned.

Wind quietly stared at him as he left.

"If you're ever going to be tried, Winn-chan."

Barrier Reef thinks the feeling of being alone is honorable.

What he did was certainly selfish and inconvenient to many people.

But I'm sure it is.

The wish of a woman and the happiness of a girl were cut off.

So...

Stopped, turned around and told Barrier Reef.

"--not just punishment. Your work will also be rewarded."

The Barrier Reef's visit is a sinless coincidence.

The barrier reef therefore leaves the scene. For it is an act contrary to the reward he seeks.

But surely there is one who does his good deeds, and sees his righteousness, and stretches out his hand.

He told me to take that hand.

I left the alley and I couldn't see Wind.

Once stopped, Barrier Reef looked up at the sky.

There is no purple smoke in the sky waves.

"... what are you doing, sister?"

Barrier Reef chewed his teeth small in the past.

― ― Wangdu Northeast Section 8.

It's weird after all.

The pasta murmured in his ear as he was carried by Huta.

The running Fouta's breath didn't run out. Instead, the chambers of commerce samurai who brought Pasta were better prepared to breathe.

"It's weird. You mean you took it off?

As a matter of course, he gives back his words without disturbing his breath, but for pasta, the earliest surprise is in vain.

"Oh, another story altogether. I noticed just now when I scrolled the books. The merchant caravan from the Empire."

"Imperial merchant caravan...? It really has nothing to do with Mr. Wind."

I wonder. I can't deny that the man who's after Wind is from the Empire. It's the right time, and he's from the Empire. "

Was that so?

"Well, I don't know if it's connected to anything else. I couldn't buy it more than I thought. Empire merchandise"

"Hah......?

I don't know, the face of Huta.

Besides, I don't want Futa to understand anything about pasta.

It's impossible to find a wind in a pasta if you're running at the speed of a fouta.

So I left it to him and the escorts I brought, and I looked back at the book I saw in the office earlier.

There is no way for pasta to memorize the fine numbers in a pile of books all day long.

I was just checking again to see if there were any chips or leaks, but I noticed another suspicion.

That is, the purchase price from the Imperial caravan.

The Olba Chamber of Commerce carried out all the wholesale work of the caravan that came from the Empire.

It is also true that they sell imperial goods called sales, including those that have been stockpiled up until now.

The sales amount is as expected, but the purchase is not good.

"Imperial goods are quite good. That's why it's expensive. It's annoying. How cheap it is to buy their specialty is one battle... somehow, shoulder to shoulder. Did you know that a messenger from the Empire would come? Somewhat prepared."

"What's wrong? If you fail, you can fail."

"There's no profit in failing without knowing why. I'm not stupid."

"If you fail for a reason, let me live next."

"If you know, please stop answering without using your head.

"Let's get you down."

"Gu... you know exactly what people hate..."

"Thanks to someone."

Hmm, and the snorting pasta continued.

"Rumors are enough to be effective just because they're there. That's why I took it seriously and bought it to suit the imperial prince's visit."

"Isn't that going to raise the price?

"That's why it's information. Look, there's a civil unrest going on, over there. That's why production is falling and there's a lot of bad stuff, so they're lowering their prices. They've been ordering stuff that can be bought in the Empire in other countries for about two years now, and they're lowering their value."

"Wow... carefully..."

Pasta, who learned about the civil unrest two years ago, made a lot of arrangements to buy imperial goods cheaply from there.

Buy cheap goods from the Empire, which has come all the way from afar to sell them, including manipulation of false information.

Because it was made, it was possible to sell the imperial good as a luxury product at a certain price and at a certain time.

"Then why did you buy it?

"I didn't bring them what they were looking for."

"I see...."

"Thanks to you, you have a bit of bad inventory. Spices, incense, silk."

"I thought it would be replenished, but it wasn't."

"That's the way it is."

Prepare yourself for the incoming caravan.

--That's why I sold out the "witch" in response to a visit from France, but that's it.

"I think it's tough if they don't sell what they can sell. I'll ask the Chamber of Commerce tomorrow for more details."

Moments. Blunt sounds like ground noises.

First of all, Mr. Wind.

Yes, it is.

Pom, and the pasta that jumped off Huta's back hid behind one of the guards he brought in.

"Hey, Futa. I'm sure you're okay with the group."

Hmm? Ah.

Mimic the opponent.

That's probably what I was talking about. Futa nodded to the pasta with her eyebrows frowned.

I did run straight through the dance floor, and I've never seen many other fights.

But Futa laughed and said.

"Rather, it's easier to do it with more numbers."

On both hands was an iron handheld by one of the guards.