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

--That night.

"Your pocket money is a tax."

And Richter murmured with his eyes, and Huta came to the Klimbroom mansion in the first place of the noble city of the king's capital.

The Klimbroom family is said to have territory a little further from the King's Landing, making it exactly a detached residence, but Richter basically had this detached residence.

"Don't you want to go back to the main residence?

Fouta has carried her legs to Richter's mansion several times.

But it was the first time I had entered his private room.

First of all, there are few things.

After Beatrice privatized the Chamber of Commerce's mansion, he first noticed the lack of furniture.

Each piece of furniture, such as tables and sofas, is of high quality, but only a handful of high-quality items are elite.

Paintings and works of art had no shadows or shapes, and instead the desk was decorated with a pile of scrolls. It's not a decoration.

"When I returned to the main residence, I had no place to rest."

Eh?

Hmm?

Did you say something funny? Liuta closed her mouth to Richter, who tilted her neck.

What, what do you mean?

The main residence is his home. The Lord's Mansion. The Klimbroom family. How can we not find our main residence?

What is waiting for the Mansion to feel less necessary to return than it is today in an environment that is so stupid?

"I mean, you think it's a better environment now?

"No... I don't know. This is the quality, and that is the quantity..."

"Amount?"

Unexpectedly, Futa looks at the pile of scrolls.

I don't know if this is a small amount.

"Oh, no. Work doesn't change anyway. Ah."

Reach for your forehead, Richter roars.

"I can't do this without alcohol. I will prepare a meal."

When Richter called out, "Is anyone there?", a woman in a butler's uniform came forward. Speaking of which, Futa looked distant, saying they were all wearing butlers' clothes.

"Eat and drink. Bring it properly from my cellar. It's the one that suits the cooking best."

"Is it for visitors?

"No, it's the one that suits me best."

"Yes, sir."

Whatever this conversation means, Futa will not be here.

Visitors to the Klynbroom family are basically less than or equal to the nobles. Inevitably, visitors' use is a luxury indication of "nobility" - in fact, it has nothing to do with the taste.

All you need is a brand. That's why Richter doesn't serve his liquor.

I'm not the one to be nervous today.

It is the valves of the person who drinks what she likes and what is wrong.

After a while, when the warm dishes were brought to the table, Richter sat on the desk chair and Fouta sat on the sofa and began to curry as she wished.

It's a buffet-like way of eating without a meal. It is a traditional form of enjoying evening meals, which was preferred in a slightly older age.

Richter leaned his back on a work chair, tilted the liquor in a full outfit, and Huta told him to do what he liked, so he put his arm around the elbow of the sofa and proceeded with the meal.

Two men, especially a dining scene where nothing bothers you.

"--Ah, that was a conversation based on the quality. It's about people."

"Humans?"

"When I get back to the realm, there are a lot of annoying people waiting. If you're in King's Landing, there are a handful of tedious people. I have no choice but to be a trash."

"Hah... that's a handful of elites..."

There were barbarians, demons, and perverted subordinates on Richter's head.

Behind Futa's head were a large number of nobles involved in Futa and Richter.

"But Richter is doing well."

"Are we dealing with this properly? Is that it?

"Eh, yeah. The other day, when you were tangled up with me."

"Get tangled... ahh"

Richter understood that it would be a barbarian story if Huta were to be "entangled".

"If Richter whispered something in his ear, he wouldn't be able to do anything."

"... nnh?

Fouta saw Richter, who was holding the nobility's weakness, coolly defeating the nobility.

Richter saw himself whispering in Prim's ear.

"... uhh"

"Well, what's the matter, Richter?! Too much to drink!? Already!?"

Why would I do that?

"Don't you remember? That's when you ran with your face bright red."

"Huh!?

Futa thought of a nobleman who ran back in anger.

Richter thinks of a prime that dyes his cheeks and leaves.

"... upu"

"Mr. Richter!? Mr. Richter!?

"Stop it, stop it. Speak no more and I'll throw up."

"You're such a lighter!?

For Fouta, who interprets only too modestly, Richter's intoxication is meaningless.

Well, if you say so much, I'll stop.

"Oh, please.... that would never have happened..."

"No, I did. But not since then?

"... what happened?"

As I thought of it, Futa says.

I'm sure you realized you couldn't beat Lord Treasurer.

"He's got a naughty face."

"How do you see our relationship in your sight?????

After whispering his peace of mind and dyeing his cheeks and leaving, the barbarian became shy.

"Um... Li, Richter. I... well, it's not that cute."

It is a hidden word to whisper in a moist gaze while playing with a tied black hair.

... no. Richter was calm.

"Well, how do you see it? Hmm, it's hard to express. Richter's... loyal dog?

"Are your eyes rotten?

"No matter how much light you get, isn't that terrible!?

"There's no way it'll shine!! Instead... uhh..."

"Mr. Richter!?

With a collar and a dog-eared prime,

"I'll listen to anything Richter says.

Richter blushed his face thinking of the scene where he was lying.

At the next moment, Richter, who had grabbed the lead, was about to be turned into a rag.

"What kind of play...!

"Play!?!?

You're dealing with a noble old man!? The scream swallowed and Huta shook her head.

I finally realized. I was mistaken.

That should make you sick.

If it wasn't angry that my face turned bright red.

Perhaps that aristocratic old man is asking for you.

"... I see, that's what I mean."

Even though you said you had an affair, it leads me to it.

It's a topic that you can't talk about without alcohol.

"Okay, Mr. Richter. I'll tell you the next time I see you. Your presence is a nuisance."

What?

"Don't worry. I owe Richter a debt of gratitude, too. I know it's hard to say because Richter has a position, but I can say it."

"Eh, no... what are you going to say, by the way?

"What... I see." Never talk to me like that again. "

"... you don't have to say that, do you?

"Mr. Richter is kind."

"Tougher than you thought!?

I didn't want to imagine what that guard would look like if he told me never to talk to me again.

But look at Fouta. What a motivated expression!

Even if it's a fairly close relationship, is it just an innocence?

"But you have to say that once and for all. If Mr Richter is so annoying, it would be a respite."

I'm having a nausea anyway. ---and Futa recognizes it.

"No... well, it's annoying."

"... then let's make it a little lighter. Not to hurt Richter's conscience."

"It would be helpful if you did. What are you gonna say, by the way?

"That's right...."

Huta thought a little.

Nothing. I'm not going to deny a romantic relationship.

Just tell him that Richter is annoying. I mean...

"I will never have love feelings for you."

Hang on a second.

Hmm?

"Well... I'm thinking too much of a boulder.

"Huh!?

"It won't be so surprising. 'Cause that's it."

I wonder if I've been drunk before.

Richter's expression remained a little red, and he usually said nothing that he wouldn't say.

I don't think they like me, but suddenly saying "I don't have love feelings for you" from here on out is too self-conscious.

And, yes.

Admit it. The beauty of that creature's shape.

"Look, it's not so bad."

Futa froze at the words that were released by dyeing her cheeks with alcohol.

"... eh"

"What, you wouldn't be surprised?"

"Amazing!!! Eh, that's good, Mr. Richter!?

"That bad!?

"Eh, you're going to eat it!? I'm the standard!!

Glossy black hair. The two compartments that tie together are certainly bruised, but it's not bad considering her face, which is more beautiful than poor.

Besides, what's wrong with seeing her as perhaps the best proportions she has in common?

"Whatever you say, it looks better than His Highness."

"I'll kill you!?!?!!?!"

"That's so cute!?

"Compared to Mr Lilac without saying anything!? I don't know what kind of play you're imagining in your head, but I'm even embarrassed to line up Lilac-sama with that dirty painting!!

"That much!?

Little by little, Richter confronted the man in front of him.

Because that's right. There was a groove between the Fouta and the Prim that seemed so friendly in the front.

Sometimes it's because I'm drunk, but if I turn around, it's more likely to be true.

I wonder if you're serious about Lilac.

However, the "dirty picture face" against Prim was pitiful to the boulder, and at the same time I was a little scared of what other people thought.

"Futa"

"What the hell!

"Don't be silly. By the way... what do you think of me?

"Listen here!?

What do you think of the man who let go of the noble old man and said he looked better than His Highness?

"Eh... why do I have to answer?

"I want to ask you the opposite of why you look so scared!

"I don't know how he feels about himself in this way!

I asked Richter what he thought of himself when he said that he didn't look bad to the old man.

--Even if you're scared, there's nothing you can do.

"On the contrary! On the contrary, Mr. Richter!

"What the hell!

"Well... what do you think of me?

"Eh, why are you comparing it with you now!?

"Answer me!

We're both drunk, so there's nothing we can do about it.

The two shouted loudly at night.

"Fu, is Futa... a rabid who can't get his hands on you when it comes to His Highness?

……

"Why do you look so horrible!!

"Hey, do you like dog play so much?"

"What kind of logic is that?! Why is that disgusting!!

"That's what I think!!!

Number one! Richter shouted.

"Why do you have to let a man do that!!!

"... eh?

The lid solidifies.

"No, because that's what you were talking about until now...."

"How did that happen!? I just don't want to look bad at Prim."

"Prim!? Why is the prime coming out?

Huh?

Huh?

Close your eyes and say, "Wait, wait, wait, wait."

Then we moved on to the task of aligning the conversation for a while.

"... nnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Rather, why did you make such a mistake?"

"No, I wish Mr. Richter had first denied the fact by turning his face red."

"You denied it, but you ate it."

"I should have said prime."

"You're the one who noticed!

Yes, when they were holding their heads.

There is a sound of the door opening, and one intruder appears.

"I knew it smelled good. I heard you say" prime, "so I'm glad you called me! It's so depressing for both of you... oh no."

Richter said.

"Never talk to me like that again."

"Huh!?

Huta said.

It's all your fault.

"Huh!?

There was a grudge, under the gaze of two.

"I'm sorry..."

There was a barbarian there who had first become lewd.