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

- The eastern part of the Kingdom. Border fort.

This is one of the strongholds dotted in the kingdom.

It is a multifunctional fortress that prevents unauthorized intrusion into the territory, serves as a customs office, and responds to incidents occurring in the territory.

The number of personnel is about 200 at all times. At the time of the incident, the fort, capable of garrisoning 5,000 soldiers, was well placed as a key point in the woods.

Night.

A dark fortress whose tall trees won't even allow it to worship the stars, and even deeper underground.

There was now a woman in a dungeon where fugitives, infiltrators, and spies were extensively detained with criminals.

Lay your feet on a hard stone bed in a relaxed, extra style.

Both arms are secured by planks, despite iron balls on the feet.

I was looking up at a small vent that was only useful for ventilation, and I was crushing my time.

At a time like that.

Multiple footsteps and breathing.

The eyes are the bonfire lights on the stairs and the silhouettes of the soldiers.

Their purpose in coming down slowly was - terribly modest.

The woman in custody today.

They don't know exactly what they were caught for.

Anything, a lot of people, something like that.

But a woman with limited hands and incapacitated feet. It was no wonder that when I came to see beautiful women, the lust of female sunshine soldiers was stimulated.

"-Hi."

The voice goes over the lattice.

She turned slowly towards the men, without feelings in particular.

One of the men whistles when he sees her hit by a bonfire.

When it was exposed to the surroundings, it was not good and the soldiers around had formed a "bad bad" and mild air.

Nevertheless, she is unresponsive.

That's not funny, says one of the soldiers.

"Hey, I came to see you, but you don't look so good."

……

"Well, let's change that glitter pleasantly and let her moan, but come on."

With a lowly smile, they open the door.

Five soldiers enter.

She glanced at their hips with her sword and once again turned her gaze back on themselves.

Does it look like you're scared of something?

Either way, the men just stepped on her with a fever.

Moments.

"- To the point where?

An elegant voice tone like a rolling bell.

At the same time, there was a dull sound of something crushing.

"Nhhhh!?"

At the same time they realized that the wooden board restraint had been crushed and broken.

Perfect for sparring.

At the end of the sentence, the men were mutilated.

The next day, along with reports of dozens of dead soldiers in the fort, we discovered a serial killer who had just been captured.

--Inside the Imperial City. Futa's private room.

On that day, instead of a familiar maid rolling around in the room, a girl sat on the sofa with her arms around her.

Beyond his gaze, he looked like a wooden knife.

He opens his mouth as the girl watches the thrust released at an incredible speed.

"Ah... it's been 100 years since you beat me. I'm the strongest. I'm the best. It's about the strength of Temee."

The eyes I was watching changed to half an eye.

"... that's the best you can do?

"No, I'm sorry."

"Um...."

The girl sighs with her cupcake mouth stunned.

I wonder if I should prepare a script for my mouth.

"But you turned me down for reading too badly."

But now...

The girl nods to the lid with the wooden knife down.

I have been doing special training for a while now.

Behind the relationship between the two, which has changed considerably since the beginning, acting instruction has not worked well at all.

I used to have the "teacher" she hired, but you can see the results.

"I knew you weren't talented."

"Because you're unemployed"?

That's right.

Affirmation while chewing cupcakes.

"You look like you can't say anything."

"I can't deny it, but I can't affirm it."

"I can't affirm that, not because of your words, but because of Lilac."

Ah.

One tongue.

For a girl who thinks "occupation" is absolute, her sister's idea was more worthless than the garbage she threw away today.

Nevertheless.

"... considering only the strength of the sword, I can't say that I'm unemployed and have no talent."

Ah.

"If you don't want me to say this, do your best."

I see. I know. "

The reward of words is light.

It's not that it doesn't contain emotions, but it doesn't subtly heat each other up.

A light conversation in nature is a kind of breathlessness.

I read many books.

I will work hard to become a fountain, remember the points she prepared, and study hard.

Not really, but Futa didn't hate this time.

I'm trying, but I'm in the middle.

"Effort is just garbage in front of the results. Your hard work won't change your worth. Vegetables that producers spend twice as much time making won't sell for twice as much."

"Ah, that means that for the first time, effort is worth it."

"Again, you're doing the right thing. The most important thing is the right roadmap for purpose. The power to determine what is needed for that purpose."

"This time, pasta is in charge of it."

"It's my first time producing" unemployed ", so I have a lot of clues..."

Speaking so far, the girl floated on the traffic.

"What's wrong?

"... nothing"

Say it. Say it.

"You're disgusting, honest and disgusting."

I felt worse than I thought.

Futa also smiled bitterly at this.

Pasta, a blatantly disgusting girl, he says.

"Besides, I'm not going to be uncooperative with you. We're going in the same direction."

So?

"I won't let you pull your legs, so I'll generally obey. Of course, I'm not giving up my thoughts."

Ah, so...

When did Futa's eyes change to look at herself?

At least from the beginning of the encounter to Wind's fuss, he didn't hide his bad feelings about what Pasta was doing.

In retrospect, I know that the atmosphere of Futa changed after that noise. Then I'll know the answer for myself. Anyway, it's Luli's case.

I got into trouble.

It is good to come to business in a flat state.

But I don't intend to be a good friend, and I don't have any shards.

"... it won't be long before the Colosseum. Maybe we need to think about a different approach."

"Another approach?

"I'm telling you, I feel stuck in this exercise."

That's why throwing it in vain is just a delay.

In the meantime, Pasta closed her eyes to focus on her work.

"I'm stuck... Hey, pasta."

"What is it?"

"I know, but can I really be a villain?

"You can't do it, you can do it. If you could climb to the summit and become a very popular champion, this would be the best."

Really?

Villain (heel).

This is the path that Pasta has been pointing out over and over again.

I'm not here with Ping so far, and I don't know why Pasta says that with confidence.

However, the words released by Pasta on the day of Corona's execution correctly provoked cheers, and there was much to empathize with the book she brought in about how "evil" attracted people's hearts.

The only question for Futa is whether she can be such an evil charisma.

The purpose was clear, but it was true that he was not confident.

I don't mean to be a bad person, and I don't want to do anything bad through my eyes.

I wondered if it would be good for me, and it seemed like the fact that Pasta said "no talent" was undeniable.

Nevertheless.

"What? Can't you hear the manager?"

She looks up at Huta after holding the book.

Those eyes were as good as ever, and they were like throwing people away.

"Okay."

……

To a little surprise, I tell Pasta to round his eyes.

"No, I'll never listen to the owner."

I remember the past.

In the words of the "owner," he was banished from Colosseum.

For the "owner", Colosseum should be the priority, even if he knew that Huta was in the way.

Emotions are not convincing.

I don't have one.

I know that the "owner" in front of me is no match for the "owner" of Colosseum.

Above all.

─ Because you're the owner.

I already know her, who did everything she could to make a child stand alone that day.

If you know a girl named Pasta-Beartrix, it doesn't matter who she is.

She can't afford to let herself down and do everything she can for someone else in the Chamber of Commerce.

"If you say so, I believe you."

To Futa, Pasta distorted her expression with deep displeasure.

--Ten days until the opening of King Colosseum.

The season was cherry blossom season, and a turbulent year was about to begin.