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

--I didn't like the cold.

Is my body originally not resistant to the cold, or is it a matter of personal patience?

I am not familiar with the human body, so I do not know the facts.

However, at least as a feeling of my own, I didn't like the cold more than the heat.

I feel like I can give you as many reasons as I want.

If one of them is sentimental, there is warmth in people.

I missed the warmth of touching my skin, but I cut it off because I couldn't reach it, and I gave up thinking that I was out of the circle.

It is cold and not hot. When it comes to the typical, it's the warmth you need.

Even if it was cold by people when it was hot, it was not cool, so I thought maybe it was different.

But when people stood shoulder-to-shoulder and watched from afar the scene surrounding the happy warm pot, they didn't look cold.

I didn't like the fact that only my eyes were burning, so I gently closed my eyelids.

--I didn't like the cold.

Under the cold sky, everyone is confined to their homes.

I kept walking through the cold, even if I managed to visit a village.

Everyone seems to be in a room full of fun and warmth.

It's at least warm outside the walls of a house like this.

I spent every night wondering if it was okay to stay awake.

--Inside the Imperial City. Kitchen underground wine cellar.

In this dark, chilly place, now.

Two men and women were trapped.

Yes, there is no tension in the shards.

"Heeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"

Looking around in the cellar, the maid might not have told me to make a scene while walking around at about the speed of half a run.

"Well, seriously, what do we do?"

Lift your arms around a barrel.

In this place where the sun doesn't shine, Cantella's fire is the only thing to rely on.

Even so, the heartless light was about to be lost.

The story begins with a drink that fits your diet.

The next step for Futa, who was learning to cook with Corona, was to have a lecture from Dr. Corona on each dish and alcohol combination.

Dr. Corona is right to teach and cook, but there is a lot to play with. It was also a lecture, and when she first entered the wine cellar, she started riding in a barrel.

It was a while ago that I was saying something I didn't know how to get into a barrel and go down the river.

The door to the wine cellar suddenly closed as he became tired of playing and quiet.

He went up the ladder that came down from the door and tried to open it by force of the lid, but failed.

Seeing that it was locked securely, it seemed that they didn't realize they were inside.

If Corona had always been noisy, it wouldn't have been.

Humans get tired.

It was another story when various words went out to her saying extremely serious things. At that time, I didn't hear any explanation about the type of alcohol.

Anyway, only today, there were no signs of either of them in the kitchen, and I couldn't hear a single voice when I was trapped.

So I went back to my head and said, "Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh."

"... worst of all, I don't feel like breaking it if I'm serious."

"It's a little sunny in the cellar while it's being repaired."

"Oh, I don't want to bother Lilac either... and I want another way."

Whatever Futa doesn't know, the wine cellar door also plays a role in keeping the temperature constant. If it breaks, there is no doubt that the quality of the alcohol will be affected.

That's why Corona didn't approve of Fouta's proposal.

Nevertheless, there is no other solution.

"Ah...."

"Ah"

And when I came here, the fire in Cantella went out.

Complete darkness gradually increases chills.

Regardless of her, will she be all right? At the tip of her eyes, which glimpsed at her chest, Corona, holding her arms, trembled like a freshly bathed dog.

"... what are you doing?"

Did you think you could sift it?

"You don't have to tremble like that.... it's cold after all?

Hmm, well...

She murmured that she would not lie.

However, Futa notices in the dark.

A month ago, even Futa's room was camping in the fireplace by herself, saying, "Samui."

The temperature of this cellar will certainly be unbearable.

Shouldn't we just break one or two doors?

"Fu, Futa-sama, that's good!

No, it looks cold.

"Which is more important, maid or princess?

"Isn't that what you always say when you want to take care of yourself?

"There you go. Break the door as a last resort. You can't have a future where you can't drink."

……

The lid slips off the ladder.

"Why did you start climbing the natural ladder in the middle of the conversation, this guy? I saw smoke coming out of my fist even in the dark. It's obviously like five seconds before you break it."

"That's enough to make Corona think cold."

"Mmm... that's what happens to Futa. I'll make a mistake. Don't do it. Right?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Gaze at the corona standing under the ladder.

It's hard to understand in the dark, but if you get used to good gaze, you won't get in the way.

She hoisted her eyebrows a little angry, distracting herself from her eyes.

"I knew it would cause trouble to the princess, and if I did that..."

"Ah...."

As pointed out, I scratched my head when I got sick.

Corona, who cares about him, rarely realizes that Futa has sinked into the sea of thought.

Probably from a little shame.

"It's as if the maid is more important. If you don't cum, the maid will..."

"Sorry."

"Ho?"

That's why Huta, who summarized her thoughts, interrupted her words and raised her face unexpectedly. Well, you didn't hear him, did you? and.

It's just...

"I saw Corona looking cold, and everything blew up. I noticed what they told me. So I'm sorry."

"... stupid. Bye. Idiot! Idiot!"

"Uh, ah, yes, I'm sorry."

Plump. It's not going to work. Corona turns her back on Fouta.

Classic made-to-measure clothes are hard to see in the dark.

Her beautiful second chamber of gold is always in Fouta's eyes.

I didn't expect you to be scolded like this, but I don't know what to do anymore.

Nevertheless, I am going to know very well that she is cold.

"I was supposed to cook, so I didn't have to wear a jacket."

"What are you talking about? Even though Master Huta is cold, I'm afraid there's an apron for the maid to wear."

"No, I just put it on, that's all."

"Don't say that! Handmade aprons!

"Handmade is a new fact... no."

I didn't know what to do for a moment with my arms turned gently from behind.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Once, I hugged you with too much momentum from the front, and now it's better."

"... twice."

"That's right. Well then, let's do it again."

"I think I'm used to it!

Unusual made-to-order comics, however, end unexpectedly in the face of Futa, which is in close proximity at the moment of turning around.

A whisper whispered in her ear as soon as she turned away.

"If you don't like it, tell me."

………………………………

"Now, will you hold on for a while?

"................................................ n"

Huta didn't see her face, though.

After a while of conflict, I was relieved to nod.

"Aren't you cold?

"................................................ n"

--I didn't like the cold.

I feel like I can give you as many reasons as I want.

If one of them is sentimental, there is warmth in people.

I missed the warmth of touching my skin, but I cut it off because I couldn't reach it, and I gave up thinking that I was out of the circle.

It is cold and not hot. When it comes to the typical, it's the warmth you need.

Even if it was cold by people when it was hot, it was not cool, so I thought maybe it was different.

But recently, I realized that.

A man's warmth certainly warms his body.

I knew it wasn't cold in that place where I was having dinner with someone.

Your eyes are freezing with the cold of a dark wine cellar.

The exact opposite of one day's warmth.

"......................................................................................................................................................................................."

Hmm?

"Once we get out of here. Today, I want to have dinner with the princess."

"That's right. It's cold and I want to surround it with a warm pot."

"............ yeah"

Hold your arms twirled.

Futa's hands are cold. A big, strong hand that is completely different from Corona.

Somehow it warmed up inside my chest.

And then, for a while, we were having a little conversation with each other.

The light plunged in.

"- Oh, I found it! How are you, Master Futa?

The voice is one of the "chamberlains" of the royal castle. I didn't know Futa that well, but she was a colleague of Corona's.

"And was Corona there? - Are you okay? It was cold."

When asked, I realized that Futa's warmth was away from me.

By the time the heavenly door opened, I had already prepared myself for it - it doesn't matter now.

Fearing it was cold, Corona shook her head.

"It's okay, it's okay!

Yes, Futa's warmth is far away, and the wine cellar is certainly cold.

Fan your cheeks with your hands and smile back at your coworker.

'Cause.

--Because it's hot enough.