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

― ― Wangdu New Arena, tentatively known as "Wangdu Colosseum".

Still unnamed, it was known that this was a battlefield built for the tournament.

However, I know those who are sensitive.

The power of kings and princesses is certainly powerful, but no dictatorship is permitted enough to build huge buildings for such one-shot entertainment.

Then this tournament has some meaning.

There are several possible reasons for this, but none of them leave the domain of speculation.

"Yes, the reception is here!

Inside King Colosseum. The entrance hall to the audience seat was currently open for registration for the tournament.

Many bragging arms assemble, write their own name instead of asking for a replacement and enter their own name.

In the bustling hall, many people looked proudly at the surrounding arms.

And it is often the case that the rough guys look each other in the eye and go to the front with just one game before the qualifiers.

In their private fight, the management side, which was initially untouched, also told them that they should not be repeated repeatedly by the boulders.

― ― This is the first attempt, so the staff are flexible in dealing with things.

An attempt or error to present an answer to the problem and try again if it fails.

However, there is a bedrock soil that will allow that failure, and what you do will be properly reported and connected to the next.

Without knowing the right or left, it could be said that the manual, which was created just by prediction, was functioning adequately.

It means that someone's struggle will end.

Nevertheless.

Compared to the staff at the entrance hall, this situation was not envisaged.

Both doors open. Inserting light. The footsteps are elegant, the boots echo on a brand new cobblestone floor, and the ripples of sound take away the eyes of the people in the hall.

Rough bastard holding his breasthold. A man who kept his back on the pillars of the hall. Easy fellow entrants.

All those eyes concentrated on her.

Magnificent enough to visualize a red carpet that wasn't laid.

Everyone paves the way.

The eyewitnesses and the skilled fierce ones perceived. That was quite a skill.

And a woman filled with the smell of blood who had several people on her hands.

"Hih...."

The receptionist's expression is strong. But the fierce men in line didn't win enough to protect her.

Some of them were standing up in response to the unparalleled exfoliation, but that was it.

The slightly longer eyes grasp the receptionist. Standing in front of you, the technique of paying for the blonde waves is elegant and beautiful. Your vocal cords are shaking with a gentle cough.

"--Is there an entry here?

"Eh, ah, yes!!

Unexpectedly, the receptionist shook her neck vertically many times.

It's not impossible. Her signs of spreading a clear killer around are intense. It's supposed to be spreading in all directions, but it's strong enough to feel like it's on its own.

Fear squeezes his throat despite softly lowering his head and asking questions like a gentle lady.

"Ru, Ruru is here."

Let's see.

A scroll with dirt is a substitute that many registrants can see through. Even though it's over a white dress glove, it's not clean and she doesn't seem to remember anything about it.

Even if her entry is not as optimistic as the nobility suggests, it doesn't seem like a high-priced lady.

First of all, the receptionist is relieved that she won't be killed because of the difficulty.

"I see... one question."

"Oh, my God!

She laid her hand on her mouth and smiled at the answer as if it were a "waitress."

"Don't be afraid. I'm just a participant, aren't you? It would be nice if you were a little more dignified."

Even if they say that!!! The cries of my heart filled my chest.

I had to serve. Because of the question and the way it was done.

"... why is killing defeated? In victory?

"Eh... well, that's..."

That being said, unfortunately, the reason for the rule was not mentioned in the manual of Sir Treasury seals.

Rules are rules. Until then, when it comes to them.

"Ruru, that's all I've heard..."

She looked as if she could be killed.

Even though I have been carrying out the procedure of the same fierce people with a smile, I sincerely mourn why this is happening.

It was a hopeless story. The receptionist was petty and cute, and there were no participants who would kill such a girl.

"--It's warm here, too"

The receptionist raised her face unexpectedly, murmuring to throw up.

At that time, the smile was the same as before.

"Well, that's good. After passing the qualifying Battle Royale, mix up with the players in the rewards to compete in the tournament?

"Ha, yes! Eh, depending on the number of entries, the qualifying group can be divided into several groups! Each group will have two winners!

"I see. The qualifiers... will be separated from the preparatory exercise (warm-up)...."

Her murmuring eyes were pointed upwards from the receptionist.

The signs at the top of the reception counter already depict the tournament table that will be held with the franchisee.

I don't know where or who will be incorporated.

"--Is that where you are?

The question is not heard by anyone.

"That's right, the athlete registration......"

"Of course I will."

"Well then, on this paper... uh, what's the proxy?"

You don't have to.

She takes her hair off and grabs her pen.

The sharp gaze and the handsome receptionist kept an eye on him.

It was magnificent.

Beautifully written, the name drawn like the signature of a popular gladiator is

--Iroon Beacrow Smiles.

Well, good evening.

She lightly winks and turns her back on the receptionist.

At last, I stroked my chest to see if the storm was leaving.

"The gentleman there. Then, your double swordsman. And now the gold stick that matches my eyes."

She looked inside the hall and pointed them up.

Each of them was a warrior who was alert to her - Ayroon - and who, at the time of entry, was watched and treated as a promising stock.

"... what?

"What, you can't fish while sending me a hot gaze?"

Giggle and smile.

That smile strips your teeth violently.

"You can't hold back anymore, can you? Shall I sing with you?

The name of the smile is provocation. Gather their gaze and tell them.

"--until it sinks and bubbles disappear"

They are not like those who are burned to the brink.

The fierce man who rang with the force was also provoked by the opponent whom he identified as strong.

I take her out with me for no reason.

Beyond the door opened for her return, the receptionist felt as if she had seen a fallen guard.

― ― On the day of the qualification. They didn't show up here.

"Oh, my God, I can see you standing up like this! You can't hire an escort or something to live in!? Just during the tournament!

On Main Street, near the royal castle, Fouta glanced at Corona.

Suddenly, it would be troublesome to be escorted by such a touchdown escort.

First, Futa has no funds. All I have is pocket money.

"Well, why me?

"You have enough money to take a maid with you!?

"Ah... I see."

I convinced Futa that Corona said, "Is it the maid?" and tilted his neck.

It wasn't her fault, but it seemed true that her outfit played a role.

"I've got the money... but it's pocket money... bufu..."

A glance at the twisted tortoisesque pot next to her carrying a smile, Futa scratched her head.

"Uh, no, yeah. In the meantime, do you have any money?

"I don't have an inn. Damn, I had to be here during the tournament."

She sharpens her lips and the girl says.

So Huta was convinced. I had heard that the inn was filled, and it seemed to me that she was fit to stand up.

"Are you going to the war?

"Oops! My brother has a sword too!!

With confidence, Huta lowered her knife to a sword pulled out of her back.

A girl who came to King's Landing to wave her sword.

Nothing. That's why I'm so sentimental. I don't have one.

I have your brother, too. That's what I was told, and it was an idea to stretch my spine a little.

"So, what do you say? I'm supposed to be escorted by an expert enough to enter the tournament. Come on, I don't need that much money, just dinner and lodging, okay? Huh?"

Now, thinking about what to do, Huta looked at Corona.

But she just shrugs her shoulders. The maid didn't have the right to decide, but I was juggling with everyone's wallet in my spare time.

Let's not do this.

Hekuchi

Save for the maids who take away their free time tools and sharpen their lips while sneezing.

"I don't know if you're going to be the escort."

Yes, said Pasta, who raised his mouth.

She kept staring at Reef as she hid her mean expression under the hood.

"If you're willing to work, I'll just leave it for the duration of the tournament.

"Really!? Ah, but will you give me a break for one day of my game...?

"If you do that differently, it's a fraud. Of course I don't mind."

"I did it!!

Pasta smiled a little when she glanced at the white face of a different con artist who usually dared to say "there".

Originally, Huta was supposed to be doing a special training for the tournament today.

He also had permission to accompany Corona, and had decided to spend the first time in the King's City for six months.

Pasta house, formerly a separate residence of the Olba Chamber of Commerce, is the destination.

"Er, you...."

Yes, Rifi scratched her cheeks and asked after comparing Huta and Pasta.

"This brother's sister?

A moment of silence.

With a few thoughts on the word sister, Huta opened her mouth to deny it and closed it unintentionally.

The subtle air that exited the pasta next door. I don't know, being mistaken for my sister is humiliating, but it's like a strangely sticky hatred.

But as soon as the signs were dispelled, Pasta nodded with a bright voice.

"Really? I'm Pasta Pomodoro. That's Futa. Ah... Futa Pomodoro"

"Hey."

Pasta raised her eyebrows like a fool when she stared at Futa why she set her brother and sister up.

Idiot. There's no way the rich don't have a last name. "

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

There was a feeling of pity for a girl who didn't have an inn, but I didn't think it would suit such a farce.

I think I have an idea about pasta, but I don't know about it now.

The exchange of whispers seemed to be misunderstood by the surrounding crowd, and Reef stayed tilted.

"So, where's your maid?

Hekuchi

That's a weird name.

Reef returns the maid's sneezing and noble weather answer.

"No, that's not true...."

"I wonder if he's retarded, even samurai."

Next to Jito's siblings (provisional), the maid thumped up with a full smile.

"Heck, hello!

"Don't get on!!

"Mei-doo... but, Futa-sama... Is it the maid who told you to name it and sneezed?

"Where do you feel responsible!?

"There's pasta, there's pasta, there's pasta, there's pasta!

"Hey, will you stop sneezing with the pasta?

"What are you a little proud of your name too!?

"Isn't it bad to have it!?

Reef was staring at the nasty side.

He seemed a little dazed, but he blew it out small, laughed, and finally raised his voice with his stomach.

"Ahahaha! You're close, brother and sister."

"I'm not close, unfortunately."

"It's an insult to be close. It's the first time I've been born."

"Maid, I'm not very close to my sister!

"Everyone denies it!?

I stuck to the big one, Reef.

I didn't have to think you were close, but that's it.

A little envious of the relationship between her brother and sister and the maid, she rewore the cap and said again.

"Well then, I'll take care of you. I'm Reef. Reef Ride!"