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

There are several libraries inside the Imperial Castle.

Among them, the fourth library, which keeps records of minor incidents, etc. in King's Landing, is usually a place where few people come by.

Because the book has already exceeded its capacity and is now being replaced by another library.

That's why it was a nice hiding place.

The sound of scrambling the page.

Weak sunlight plugs in through tiny windows that are just a little closer to the ceiling.

It is only in the light that the dust continues to shine.

In a room filled with smells of mulberry and paper, she sat on a ladder and dropped her gaze on the table.

"Ah, there he is."

At the same time as the sound of opening the door, the earliest voice I could hear.

The high voice of the maid's ear impairment is different from the cold voice of the princess, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

An emotionless gaze from the string to the entrance revealed that there was a young man standing.

"... what do you want? I thought today was a good day without having to look at my face."

"That's what I thought. But... just hang out a little bit."

Ha?

Hit and close the book.

She put the book on the shelf, remembering the number of pages in her eyes for a moment and the last sentence she read.

Sitting in a high position, she quickly walked down the ladder and put her feet on the ground, and looked up at the young man with no chest height and snorted.

Where are you going?

"This way."

A red-haired young lady turns her back and follows her in a hood.

"It's not a conversation."

"Kitchen. It's for servants. Do you know where it is?

"I can already write a map of the royal castle. Selling it seems like it would be worth a lot of money."

"I think he'll be executed before then."

Bad mouth, subtle multiplication that doesn't have to be removed.

The usual, unchanging routine. ― ― And they were aware of each other, but they showed definite change.

First of all, it's different from when the princess asked me to go out with him when she honestly gave him priority over the book.

This is never the case with princesses or maids.

With the business of reading books, you should drive them back.

Nothing, I don't particularly like him.

She has little sensitivity to see humans favourably in the first place. It can be said to be considerably better rated than other opponents.

I'm not worried because I'm a business partner.

She is not light enough to care about such a person. The attitude of never selling your abilities cheaply is only if you are good as a "manager".

Then why does it look like we're dating so much? That's it.

─ I'm sorry about that time.

What?

I'll do my best to get the money, me

─

I'm sure she gave up that time.

When you behave in an outrageous manner in search of efficiency, there's no point in dealing with this man anymore.

"... thank you. Beatrix"

I don't know what you're seeing down there.

It's a flat feeling because it's so weird to be seduced.

That's all.

"Speaking of which, are you crazy about cooking? There is no reason to add value to hobbies, but what if entertainment stays in a stable environment?

"You don't know when a stable environment can collapse. If you say that, you'll never be able to play again."

"Because I'm a hobby for money."

"That twisted thread again."

It's just a fact.

"I'm not going to tell you how to fix it... so why don't you try something else?

"If you put yourself in a stable environment, you won't have to think about it."

"I'm not asking for anything else."

No emotions in particular, and indifferent conversations last all the way down the hall.

Relaxed, quiet talk.

I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a rush.

There is no imminent problem for the two of us now who must be desperate.

So this is especially the reward of meaningless words.

I'm sure they won't know. But if there was one of the most "routine" things in their lives, it would have been this kind of interaction.

Walk slowly.

The stride is tailored to her small size.

That is, of course, what he is doing intentionally.

But I don't want you to thank me or sell me a favor.

Surprisingly, this casual conversation proved pleasant to him.

From the day I first met him, I often had a lot of trouble with my stomach.

She's a bad woman. The root is twisted and curved, and words and deeds are unpleasant to stroke people's nerves.

However, the blatant atmosphere is aimed at efficiency.

Now that he realized that he was lonely as a pair with his sister's heights, his thoughts were that he couldn't get rid of it.

"You're the owner."

I lost my position as a princess and had to resign myself to a "manager" in a similar situation who had to desperately live from childhood. There was only one thing, the difference that the relatives were still alive, and it was not for the bad guys to fix it, to make sure that they never let go.

Is that why?

"If you're cooking with someone else, there might be others."

"It's not mine. You know, you used to call yourself Pasta Pomodoro. Pomodoro is the most delicious."

"It's objective whether it tastes good or not. I just like it."

"What's the difference?

"My preference is for each person. I won't deny that you like that maid's pasta."

"No, I don't want to argue there."

"What else is there?"

"No, there's a lot going on."

We arrived in a kitchen for servants.

With the sweetness of the aromatic pomodolo (tomato) sauce that is already drifting from inside, she - pasta - stopped her feet.

"--Corona made a delicious Pomodoro soup before. The pasta was delicious, and when I asked if I could make it, I was happy to accept it."

"... what do you mean?

"Nothing, I'm not asking you for anything or fishing. Is it so strange that I should let you eat when I hear you can make whatever you want?

Yeah, it looks like there's a back there.

"You.... Then it is. When I came to get Richter, Luli thanked me."

"... if you feel thankful for that, your neck won't turn."

"Then we'll just stack up the uncomfortable points and write them off."

It only works for me.

Ha?

With an unclear face, Futa tilted her neck and left the kitchen door open.

"I'm not a saint, so I only do this to people I'm close to."

……

Corona, I've brought you in. Yoo-hoo, a happy voice.

Pasta snorted while listening to the magnificent criticism of the responding maid for "eating everything".

Someday you'll regret it.

She threw up on Fouta's back and stepped into the room.

"Hey, Pasta Pomodoro! Pasta Pomodoro Town! I heard Pasta Pomodoro likes Pasta Pomodoro, so I made Pasta Pomodoro, but how does it taste? Pasta Pomodoro!

"Even though I haven't eaten a bite yet, this witch is really annoying!!

Served on a plate and on a cooking table is a aromatic pasta pomodoro that brings warm water to the table.

The curly blonde maid is a bit noisy from the left and right of the sat pasta.

When he sees Huta looking for help, he says with no particular emotion.

"Dinner with someone is like this.

"It's not like this!!!

All denials with a mood.

Pasta Pomodoro takes the cutlery and stares at it with frustration.

Pomodolo sauce carved with Ario and onion and perfectly tuned hard pasta.

I saw it before eating a first-class meal, but I didn't see the look on my pasta face.

I was a little worried about her worried expression, but I thought I would be happy if I ate it, so I went ahead with the fork myself.

Onion texture and Arrio flavor in sweet pomodoro sauce. It's intertwined with noodles, and every time you chew, your saliva rises. Also, the stiffness of the pasta makes the taste seep, and the flavor that attracts the rest does not stop looking for the next bite.

"It's delicious, Corona."

"Yeah!

But Corona glimpses at the pasta.

"--I can't beat the taste of memories."

While slowly advancing the fork, the lid also turned to the pasta, which remained silent. I don't think I didn't like it when I saw where I kept eating.

Don't you have a name? Hmm. Can I have the name of the cat that died last time?

Whoa, this is the only way to eat it.

How delicious is it? You haven't eaten anything in five days. --What, it tastes bad!?

─ Hmm, the noodles are definitely hard, and I just crushed the pomodoro.

- Hey, Dad.

--I 'm sorry I can't help you... and I can't repay you.

Lastly, the sound of rubbing your nose.

After eating all the pasta beautifully, lower the fork.

"How was it, pasta?"

Yes, it is.

Wiping her mouth, she stood up and turned her back.

Huta rushed to stop her as she tried to leave the kitchen.

"Hey, tell me what you think."

"... thank you for making me something delicious. But I'm sorry."

With a breath, Pasta said.

Looking back, her expression was soft.

"My favorite pasta pomodoro. It's not that good."

A smile that wasn't tied to the very usual malice, combined with a tear, left a terrible smile in Futa's heart.