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

Run. Run. Run.

One man in the dark, shaking his long red hair.

Now push yourself into the corner of your head for fear that your presence may be revealed.

"Hah, ah, hah... ah, hah"

Ignore the painful flank and just run.

The chamber's guards are devastating. No one moves the carriage at this time.

After all, if you had time, you would have devoted all your time to your work as a "manager".

She threw up and threw up, and she kept running.

Destination is Climbroom Mansion.

If you go there, there's a man who can handle monsters like that.

And there's a finance sergeant who can do anything from this situation.

Gu, I bit my teeth.

Again, I can't do anything by myself.

Even if you cut off such a "profession", your intestines always boil back.

Say how much you trust me. I don't care how much money you give me to tie it up.

It's useless at heart.

Only by not getting in the way, only by turning your back on an iron fire, can you help people.

Is that help in the first place? Can you call it a contribution?

Better not be here. That's all I'm saying.

Is such a person trustworthy?

That's why it's money. Money is the only way to connect with people. No, I can't get through.

Not like a lonely sister.

She's not lonely, she's just lonely.

No matter how hard you try, you won't be trusted, so just don't expect it from the beginning.

Run. Run. Run.

--How many times have I chewed helplessness?

I won't forget. I can't forget.

The first time I realized my helplessness was when I was three years old.

And he and his mother, who were driven out of their presence as proof of their infidelity, were cast out with their necks wrapped around them.

I think it was the first time I changed my name that day. The new name is 23.

She was just staring at her mother, who had been killed in front of her when she bought the money.

All I could do was watch my parents scream and die to protect their children.

--How many times have I chewed helplessness?

For those of them who liked the Princess Mother, only three kids were in the way.

In a city like a dump, I've been scratching my feet for years just to live today.

I didn't know exactly what kind of talent "manager" was.

My mother told me that I am good at selling and buying things. I tried to sell flowers around it relying only on the word.

"Hey, what's this kid doing here?"

I'm in the way, and it stinks.

"Die, son of a bitch."

I want to stay...

Don't do that.

Why...

Somebody.

Somebody help me.

Kicking a squatting girl with her head in her crouch and wanting to stop by is just an extension of play.

Five and a little. It is only natural that a child of that age should be powerless against violence. But for her at that time, that was the world.

Badly exposed and thrown away by their bellies and mood changing tools, she was rolling down the street like a rag every day.

--Nobody helped me.

Oh, my God. We need strength to scratch our feet alive.

Stupid, honest buying and selling, it's over if they take it away.

― ― This is where her talent as a "manager" began to blow.

"Hey, you like kids, don't you?"

The contact was with a boy who was considered dangerous in the area.

Relying on the rumor that the toddler had no eyes, he confronted his eyes with sharpness and a flame of lust.

You can do whatever you want with me, just listen to me.

In exchange for all of herself, she gained strength.

For the first time, the corners of my mouth were distorted with joy.

Please wait a while from that day. The dangerous woman in charge of this dumpster - redhead - began to be called. I thought it was the second time I changed my name.

--How many times have I chewed helplessness?

Scams, synogues, cats, murders. I did everything.

In order for me to live, other people are secondary.

She continued to control the city by relying solely on the profession of "manager".

Running away from betrayal, contempt for resentment, and crushing back any malice.

After all, I learned a lot that humans are just like hungry ghosts who can only look at their own desires. That's why it was money. With the money, we can do it well.

There were a lot of "managers". I knew I wouldn't survive if I didn't destroy them all.

So no matter how much they scold me, I did it thoroughly.

I did too much.

No matter how much we could do together in the back society, if the power of the front appeared, the corresponding violence device was waiting.

I was desperate to live, that's all I've ever lived for.

"Cleaning" by the army. She was exterminated, but still managed to escape and survive.

After all, at that time. In front of a stronger force, I could only escape without doing anything.

--How many times have I chewed helplessness?

When she was picked up by the president of the Olba Chamber of Commerce, she looked just like she did when she was banished.

I remember the food that was behaved without asking for anything in return, so strongly that it still remains in my mouth.

When I told her I didn't have a name, she gave me the same beatrix as the last dead discarded cat.

Olba said it was a dream to grow the Chamber of Commerce.

Then let's make that wish come true.

There was no Chamber of Commerce that could stop her from being serious.

However, it was a great excuse for her to be targeted by other executives.

The chairman was assassinated when he realized that he could not stand up for shelter and lost the political battle.

--How many times have I chewed helplessness?

─ That's my neck. It's the cheapest. "

--How many times have I chewed helplessness?

More than I thought.

Oh, my God. I just stand up after being broken many times.

Just scratch it alive. I'm not going to die. Are you going to please so many people who want to die?

No matter how hard it is, no matter how sorry it is, you will never die.

So...

You can do whatever you want.

"... you might die, but you don't care what happens?

Well, there's no reason to want to live that much.

"... oh, yeah. Then I'll sell it off.

I couldn't understand a witch without a reason to live.

Don't you regret selling Corona?

"Oh, I see? You want me to apologize?

- I'll live. No matter how powerless you feel. You can use everything.

I will never apologize. I don't like that witch. I don't think I did anything wrong with that. Selling what I can sell is my job. "

Because that is the only way to live that the "owners" have allowed.

--Climbroom Mansion.

Many people noticed the dynamically open hall door.

Standing was a small woman in a hood.

It was Futa and Ruli who first noticed who it was.

Without even noticing Luli hiding behind Futa, she ran.

So Richter finally noticed and rushed to Fouta in a hurry.

Hey, why are you here?

Richter and Futa, and the girl's ring, everybody else staring around.

She answers Richter's words with a constant breath.

"It's good to be able to buy it for about 200,000, security."

"Gh...!?

There must have been a relaxation of tension that such a little girl couldn't do anything, but the headache of Richter would only increase if she did.

Pasta openly ignored the corona that appeared behind the lid, looking at the lid.

The HQ was attacked.

"Hmm!? Where's Mr. Wind?

"Prim is fighting back, but he's alone. Of course he's the target."

Well, don't let it go like this...

"I could die."

Futa stopped trying to react to the conversation she was told.

If she thinks it's okay, she can't have come this far so desperately. He is not as feminine as he is when he runs disturbed by breathing.

If you tell Futa that, she'll be willing to help Wind.

However, it is doubtful whether it can be called intention to that extent.

Besides...

So...

Yes, it was when she tried to tell me straight away.

The trembling lips change into the shape of screams, and a splitting cry that hurts the throat resonates in the hall.

"Nooooooooooooo!!!

Huta soon realized it was Ruli's voice, who was told that his father might die. At the same time, she clings to her hips and feet.

"No, no, no, ahhh...!!

Shit, Futa makes her expression sharp.

No one here can tear her apart by burying her face under Futa's waist and crying half-frazingly.

Speaking of which, I've heard that Wind's situation is very hot.

Prim once told me not to get lost.

However, this is very unlikely, such as leaving her with the wounds of her heart that she suffered in childhood.

Corona reached out to take Ruli, but she refused. Richter with a difficult face and nobles who had to turn right and left around.

Whatever happened, Futa chewed her lips.

She wouldn't be here in the first place if Prim were to fight back and feel safe.

This is because, in view of the situation, we have decided that we need Futa.

But I can't keep Ruli like this.

Stand up.

In a moment, she grabbed Ruli's breast hold.

Hey, Beauty...

She just shut up - Beatrice took control of Huta with one hand.

Gu, the chest of the maid clothes I lifted up. Her hand turned red with a fine and vigorous force.

Bringing Ruli's weepy face straight to the front, Beatrice tells him.

"Stand up. I can't afford to mess with you."

A blade of words that relentlessly stabs Luli in tears.

It's not about dealing with a 6-year-old. Not to mention what you did to a traumatized girl.

Beatrice, this kid hasn't...

"Six years old is not good enough for you to take a sweet look at."

She cuts off Huta's words like a truncation.

The strength of the words that reminded me of my sister had a mysterious persuasiveness - a weight.

It's as if a six-year-old herself had been exposed to hardship.

"That's..."

The beatrix did not even take a glance at the lid that stunned her mouth.

"Stand up. Important things cannot be recovered after they are lost. But your father is still alive. Then what can you do?

You want me to stay out of your way?

Do you want a 6-year-old child to choose to push and kill such emotions?

Everyone around me thinks so.

Fouta noticed.

Rinse your nose, lower your mouth corner in pain, and you're about to collapse with so much. Even so, Luli's tears stopped.

--From fear, I suppose.

She hates beatrix. He's scared, tough, and he hates people. That's what Ruli said.

Such a merciless word from her would be painful. It must hurt.

Still.

Luli kept an eye on Beatrice.

"Do what you have to do. I don't know when I'll be alone. That might be today. Then do your best!

Your voice is rough.

I wonder why. Behind Luli, whose tears had stopped, it seemed that the beatrix was gradually becoming emotional.

She threw up feelings and threw them away as if they were useless.

For her, it seemed like she was just putting it in Ruli, just like Wind.

"There is no one who can reach out to the weak who mourn for help! Stand up if you don't want to be fed!!

It sounds as if you're forcibly pulling it out of your throat.

Then, the beatrix, who was holding up his hand, looked at Ruli with a gaze.

Luli suddenly let go of her hand and staggered.

Intimidation from the front. Strong emotions on board.

I tried to support her with it - but...

Ruli stood alone.

From the front, I was facing Beatrice.

"Do what you have to do. Do what you can for your own good."

I suddenly tell him. A cold, heart-crushing voice.

Still, the fever that arrives is no longer something that only Ruli feels.

What kind of fever?

For a 6-year-old girl.

A girl with something she doesn't want to lose.

To a child whose parents are about to be killed.

Beatrix, what are you looking at?

The answer is nothing but a haste.

You can't do anything by yourself.

--I can't do anything by myself.

"All you can do is use people. There are many competitors. It's not an unusual" profession. "To survive, we need solid strength and talent - knowledge to move people."

Born into a royal house, he left the house in different shapes.

I had a parent I didn't want to lose. I couldn't do anything in my childhood.

You can't live alone - a defined "profession".

"You're the owner."

Hands on Luli's shoulders.

The eyes that stare straight at each other reflect on each other.

"Don't worry about it."

The voice tone of the beatrix does not change.

However, from Ruli's face, the feelings of grief were gone.

Even if it was a cold way of saying it.

From the words of Beatrice, only thoughts arrived.

I don't have any more children who are just scared of my father's death.

"At least you're learning better than I was when I was six."

"... yeah"

So...

--I don't bite helplessness. Do what you can.

Squeeze your nose.

Ruli looked up straight at Futa.

"Brother Wu."

"... what?

Um...

"- Is there anything you want? I want it in exchange for my life."

I see. If Ruri-chan laughs a lot, I'll be happy. "

Okay. Laughing so much makes Brother Ow happy!

"What am I supposed to do to help?

─ Sorry.

I'll give you whatever you want. You have a lot of power, don't you? Tell me what you want most. In exchange, follow me. "

Remuneration is not just money. For what you want, the person who moves gives you what you want the most.

Her teachings as a "manager" were also engraved in the books.

It certainly breathed inside Ruli.

"That's a lot. I'll laugh at you a lot."

"Yeah."

After a while, I still can't manipulate my expression well.

Turn your best smile to the nodding fouta.

"Help me, Daddy."

"Yeah, I got it."

Poon, put your hands on your head.

Yeah, she got over it. Fouta lowered her throat.

As if to prove his feelings, Ruli slipped away from Futa himself.

Even one person can stand up.

Beatrice smiles at the look.

"Well, that's fine. Childhood is a powerful weapon against love."

"Can't you be a little more honest with him?"

After all, the shaking lily walks out like this.

The voice on his back.

Wait, Futa.

"Mr. Richter?

"I'm getting Mion to arrange a horse. Somewhat faster."

"No, not so much as a carriage..."

The voice from behind shouted to Futa, saying that it was faster to run.

"Rest assured. Not a carriage, a horse. In the name of" Commander, "I will guide you as quickly as possible to your destination."

"Mr. Mion."

"That means. Go, Futa."

"Ah, ah. Thank you."

What, I owe this woman a favor?

"Hey...."

Richter is happy with his uncomfortably distorted beatrix.

In that scene, Futa lowers her throat.

"... thank you, Beatrice."

"Call me pasta. You put it on."

"That's right. But... about Ruri-chan."

"Ahh....."

Beatrix - Pasta threw her gaze in the direction of the day after tomorrow, poking her tongue behind her cheeks in a cumbersome manner.

Nothing, throw up and throw up. Then I'll tell Futa.

"If you were told to help me, I might help you. That's because you can afford it and I happen to know him. He has to live in a place full of people who don't meet either of those conditions."

Ah.

So she went on.

"Profession is a strength that the world can guarantee... only one child with no power is allowed to do..."

Because I came to live on it.

In one word, Futa's expression is distorted.

I thought that was because Pasta was "unemployed", and pleasantly raised his mouth.

But it's not. No, it's not.

"--Master Futa!"

And voice.

Turning around, Corona looked at Ruli with her usual smile.

I'll leave you to Ruri-chan Master Huta is now in charge of my father!

"I wonder if he's in charge..."

With just one word, Futa's expression eases.

Hang in there, and Luli, who regained his vitality, shook his fist.

Futa-sama will be fine. I'll bring it back to you!

"I'm coming back with my uncle!

"Hey, I don't need wisdom."

Ruli seems to be fine now.

They showed it to me.

"Thank you," he answered with a smile on his face.

Well, let's go, Mr. Fouta.

"Please."

Breathe out and run.

There is already a surf horse in the front door.

"Earlier"

Mion grasped the rope and asked him to murmur.

"I had a wonderful look on my face, are you okay?

Oh, no.

It has nothing to do with Mion.

"Profession" is a strength that the world can guarantee... only one child with no power is allowed to do it. "

That similar sister.

"Man is not a slave to his profession."

It's fatal, it's not.