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

--Richter L. Klimbroom is busy every day.

For example, in the morning.

"Richter, ohhhh!!! It's morning!!!

A door that opens with momentum.

"... are you a chicken or something? You still can't see half the sun."

The guard who gave him the next room is his alarm clock.

If you rub your sleepy eyes and wake your torso, the trained prime will forcibly pull the richter into the courtyard.

It is normal to be trained as it is.

It may be valuable in the sense that you can spill blood around your body and reset your internal clock.

Recently, I was able to eat chicken from the morning because I was swinging around until I got sick.

No matter how much I wanted to work at night, I couldn't beat sleepiness and fell asleep very quickly.

"Come on, let's do it!"

I'm too angry to do all the good things.

"Again, I don't think about anything."

"What? Breakfast?"

"Shut up."

She would not have thought anything about swinging the cross.

Because it has been this life every day for a long time, Richter still shakes Gladius with a dagger today with a similar feeling of abandonment as if all the barbarians who live in Changshan were like this.

For example, noon.

The room I visited with a heavy step was the Princess's office, which I did not know to say.

It is the devil who waits at the foot of his foot following the voice that prompts him to enter.

"I've reviewed the item and thought I'd fix two things and finalize it."

"Ah, thank you."

I was wondering if it was too early to be thanked.

A beautiful princess sitting on a face-to-face sofa with silver-world hair is not a cute thing, such as a lady with a deep window.

The expression of Richter passing through the scroll placed on the table gradually became steeper.

"What does this mean...?

"Above all, the increase in construction personnel and the accompanying advance of schedule."

The information was released from the princess's mouth, and Richter raised his face in a hurry.

"Where does the money to hire that foot come from?"

"Not from the country?

"Yes, but!

"Richter"

As I told her, the princess who had tilted the tea shook her head.

The state budget is not your money.

"I don't think so at all!?

Rather, you're using it like your own pocket money, which is a Richter that can't even be said to rip your mouth off.

I took out a cute wallet from a diagonally hanging pouch, and looked at the princess with a smile, saying, "Please come to the country", and I was about to fall. It's a nightmare.

"One moment, Your Highness. There's no room for that kind of money."

"I don't know what to say. Have you just collected it? A lot from the Empire."

"No, that's tax--"

"Taxation and indemnity are separate, right?

"--You want me to put all the compensation money into my business?

"No way, but it's not strange to put some money into the most important business right now, is it?

"It's not the amount that can be compensated for by such things as how much"

"So we have to pay some taxes."

"I told you to squeeze it out!!

No?

Loosely, the princess shook her head and said with a smile.

"Because there's compensation, we can do it with a little funding."

"I had no idea."

Rather than increase, he was a Richter covering his eyes with diminished treasury money.

For example, at night.

Good work, Richter.

"Ah, ah... thank you, Mion."

A girl holding a pile of scrolls and smiling - secretary Mion.

Richter answers to her smiling nod with a well-prepared bobcut's hair in her ear.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Richter seemed tired - no, I saw him work hard enough to get tired."

"'Cause it's not being rewritten?

Well...

Well, not really.

"I've prepared tea, so I hope you'll be happy."

"You thought I was going to fool you?

Well...

Well, not really.

I'm a pretty girl who looks good in a butler's uniform.

In any case, this unusual personality cannot be helped.

"I've got a schedule for tomorrow."

"I see....."

Richter looks through the scroll with his hands on the tea served.

- Fourteen minutes. Meet the princess. I envy you.

"Bu"

"Oh, don't you like it?"

"Did you think you'd like it!?

"It tasted pretty good."

"Do you think it's tea in this stream!?

If you look at the handkerchief that you have given me as a matter of course, it is deliberate to think about it.

"Ah, envy means the princess is envious. I admire Richter."

"Don't dye your cheeks, you fine geek."

"My spine startles when I get scolded."

"Please, just shut up.

Mion, with his vague eyes on his mouth, exhales a hot breath.

That's all I'm worried about.

"No, yeah. I need to talk to His Highness. I do....."

Schedule management is perfect.

Apart from laughing at people's busy schedule, he is a capable secretary.

It was Richter who wanted to mourn why there were so many people who weren't kind to him.

One day. When Houta passed through the courtyard, Richter had one at the garden table.

It is unusual for a noble society to have no companion. That's what Huta thought. When she spoke to Richter, she said she had a date.

"... so how does this lead to a meeting?

What Richter told me is roughly an overview of everyday life.

The daily routine of hard work from morning to evening is indeed pathetic.

However, Futa doesn't understand why it leads to a meeting. But the answer comes from Richter, who looks at his vague eyes.

"Is it wrong to ask your family for healing?

"No, it's not bad."

I see, it was a huta nodding.

"Don't you have a lot of people to marry, even if you're not dating? You're noble, aren't you?

"There was an forgiveness. However, when I was a child, the relationship between my father and his wife disappeared due to the breakdown of the relationship between my father and his opponent... both are no longer in this world."

"I see. I never met him because he had a wife."

"There was a conversation about what to do with the Second Lady... but I don't feel comfortable."

"Ah... Mr. Richter, if you had two or more wives, you'd be more tired than ever."

Don't say that.

Richter is likely to run away on the day that his wives meet each other, even though he wants to heal his family.

In the distant eyes of Richter, Huta arms up.

"But, Mr. Richter, don't you like it?

"Well, there are a lot of people coming around. Not as old as it used to be."

"... Phew"

Why are you looking at my head?

"Mental fatigue comes to mind."

"I'm not bald!!!

I can only nod to the imminent roar, Futa.

If you care about it, it will be too dangerous, and Futa is determined to stop touching this topic.

"So, we made a deal."

"Oh, yeah."

"... but when it looks like that, well..."

I basically figured out why no one was in the courtyard, where the nobles socialize.

I don't suppose anyone wanted to touch him in a mood of failure and misery.

It is a noble wish to buy the unhappiness of the Royal Minister of Finance.

But I think so.

Wouldn't it be normal for them to recommend their relatives?

"--Failure is not a problem at this time."

"Really?

If you look at Richter in a glossy, zero-sum word.

He went on holding his head as usual.

"I didn't shake it so hard, and I didn't do anything to her. I can do it again if I want to make a deal with you. That's not what I regret. It wasn't like a woman who fell in love at first sight."

I see.

You can like it from now on.

That's what dating is all about, and if it burns from the moment we meet, it will calm down quickly.

However, it really didn't make sense to Futa.

Why are you so depressed? I know you're tired from your work, but that shouldn't be just for today.

Richter told Futa what was going on.

"... I was told."

"Hmm? What?

"... the charming women around you are no match for me."

Even a sobbing voice was heard, and Futa could only leak a voice that could not be said "Oh... no more...".

"Hey, Futa. Certainly some beautiful shaped creatures come to mind."

Ah.

"But is it okay to call it a woman?"

Ah.

"That's not true. It's a barbarian, a demon and a perverted subordinate."

"... I don't know who the devil is."

"Die."

"Die!?

I didn't expect such a straight ball curse to fly, but it was an eye-catching foul.

"Anyway, well... What? I know how depressed you feel."

"What do you know!!!

"No, you see, it makes sense that other nobles don't recommend relatives."

"Eh?.... ah"

"Do it. It's the one you didn't notice."

It's too late to shut your mouth in a hurry.

Grabbing Richter's shoulders with a desperate face and nobody looking around, Huta says.

"Mr. Richter. Let's have a drink together today. I'll take it out of my pocket money."