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

― ― Wangdu District XII, Back alley.

Dozens of guards were gathered here.

Eastwood's direct knights are still pursuing the killer, but the guards are not obliged to do so.

Rather, I came to this place to deal with the humans killed by the killer and to reduce the siege net.

Though they are not alarmed and each has a weapon, their job is to clean up the bodies.

As they frowned at the tragic death, they continued solemnly to carry the bodies.

"... how did this happen?"

"This is going to hurt."

They murmured and carried bodies whose faces were shattered.

Earlier, there was news of the death of two guards who stood guard of King Colosseum.

The act was magnificent among the many witnesses. When the guards rushed by the screaming reporters, the suspect was not there.

In addition, the appearance matched by the receptionist who said she had an idea.

He was the guard chief who shut his mouth unexpectedly because he had entered the martial arts tournament with dignity.

Ayroon Beacrow Smiles.

Are you going to compete in a martial arts competition?

I keep my tongue wrapped around saying that it is quite grandiose while being nominated this much.

There were three victims this time.

They were all skilled mercenaries who had registered to compete in the tournament.

The captain of the guard drank a sticky spit at the fact that three people were buried together.

And at that time.

― ― Did you make it?

"So, Your Highness!?

The guard chief shouted at the girl who had visited the back alley with a confession. At the same time, the guards who were engaged in the work also turned to the guard chief.

Lilac M. Fangini wears silver-world hair and light armor for training.

He was surprised why the princess of the kingdom was here, but immediately understood the situation and thanked him.

"I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you and pushed you."

"Oh, no! But...."

There's nothing here for the princess to see.

Lilac slipped past the guard chief who thought so.

"Ah, Your Highness."

"It's okay. Join me, princess of this country. She is not so soft as to face the death of her people."

Unusual and sharp in her tone, the warden had no choice but to remain silent.

Lilac's eyes, gently putting their hands together and praying, face the body, are serious.

Even the guards stared at the wretched wreckage, and she looked only slightly thinner.

The girl Lilac brought in as a confession, with the chief of the guard stricken by his nobility and kindness to the people.

"... definitely.... ah, that's it."

For a moment, the emotionless eyes reflected the girl.

The girl who accidentally corrects recalls that this was a "public place".

Even if you're not used to it, if you don't use one of the respectful words, you don't know what happens later.

"... Prim. What do you mean there's no mistake?

"This corpse situation matches his story...."

Lilac frowned at the word "trick."

Nodding in a prompting line of sight, Prim put his hand on the body's forehead.

Don't hesitate to touch the blood, tell her.

"Not just gladiators, samurai have their own moves... don't they?"

"Yes, for me and for you."

"Yeah, well, this way of dying is definitely because of his Special Attack."

"..." Special Attacks "?"

Had it not been for the public arena, Lilac would have looked at something really messy.

Prim nodded to a modest Lilac inquiry at the scene where he forced the guards to come.

"Always kill. There is only one person in the world who has eaten and lived. If you take this move, you'll almost certainly die."

"Are you going to stand up so you don't take it?"

"Even Huta, his moves are inevitable. Does that mean it's bad? Are you sure?"

"... is that so?"

Realizing that it was no accident, Lilac stared seriously at the condition of the body.

Apparently, the bad guys were confirmed by the former [Eight Flashes Under Heaven] Lacquer Dagger, Iron B. Smiles.

Since it is certain in the eyes of samurai, there is no doubt at the earliest.

"What kind of technique is it exactly?"

Asked, Prim opened his mouth in disgust.

"─ Soul Song (Mad Eater) "

"... Mudd, Eater?

Yeah, and Prim nodded, lifting the body's head and pointing to the back.

"Isn't there a mark here? You know, you know what?

"Yeah, that's a lot of power."

It is not strange that the bones of the head are broken, such as how to grip the back of the head.

Lilac is convinced that Izna Sicienzan's Black Eagle Karate is another kind of bare hand technique.

"Stay on the ground and hit the wall."

"Hit me?

"A special blow that slips through walls and ground like a rag."

"... that's quite a miserable move."

Well, "Mad Eater" meant not eating dirt, but feeding it.

On the wall or on the ground, you won't be able to breathe first. If you can rub your unforgettable weaknesses, such as your face, with such all-purpose force, I see.

A blow to death is what I used to say.

"If you grab the back of your head, is it over?"

"That's what it is. Ah, yes."

In this way, if the victims of the Special Attack and the Battle are not sparing, it is not a difficult attack to shoot.

Lilac narrowed his eyes by himself.

― ― Of the former Olba Chamber of Commerce annex, the current pasta.

A corner of a residential area just off the central section of King's Landing.

There was a residence for the pasta.

Many people know that it was originally used for commercial transactions and belongs to the Olba Chamber of Commerce, and it is not surprising that Pasta now lives there.

One or something of their servants was constrained by the perception that they were managing the mansion, for example, because of their information control capabilities.

Reef, who came to such a mansion, did not seem surprised by the size of the mansion. Was he originally an escort or something in a house like that... or was he from a house like that?

While analyzing people for her, Pasta instructed Corona appropriately to accompany Reef.

I've been thinking about Reef, but there's a priority ahead of me.

"... it's still a murderous room."

"It was you who made it a killing scene."

"Don't blame me. You deserve it."

"You should feel a little responsible and die guilty."

"Well, you wouldn't say a bit."

Complete light reward no longer.

Pasta passed through the fouta in a room that I didn't normally use.

It looks dusty and poorly cleaned, but I'm used to it if it's this much. Rather, you can say that the castle room is too luxurious.

Put your luggage in the room that passes through and sit on the sofa.

The pasta sitting face to face gave a small yawn.

"It's hard to move around."

"I told you to stay out of sight."

"I see.... I didn't expect to let you in like this."

"I don't know what the future is," she whispers with her cheek wand.

That's true. I didn't know it was going to be a brother or sister.

"Why did you hire Reef?

"Oh, that? It's whimsical."

"Hey."

Pasta plays with the heavy two-sided hair that looks annoying when paired with legs.

When Huta turned to the white eyes, she sighed small.

The usual abandonment of explanations, like before the wind search.

When I talked to Futa, I would say that there is no benefit, but Futa wonders if the boulder can't go outside the mosquito net in this matter.

"Well, the first thing I thought I could do was leave a model case of a public participant with me. Then, in case I'm the French spy I've been in contact with, it'd be easier to pull in when I'm with you."

"... is that what you were thinking?"

The sloppy and zero words were quite reasonable.

Rather, it is only reasonable, and it can be said that her emotional category has been ruled out at all.

"That's right. It was a little too flashy about Wind... and there was somebody trying to sell it off when they realized I was alive."

I thought it might be too much to think about, but I didn't say so.

I'm sure she's a professional when it comes to survival.

I see.

That's right.

At the end of a light word from each other, silence fell into the room.

--Far away, "Mei-do" "Mei-do" "Mei-do? I heard voices.

Without changing the story by mentioning them to the disconnected habits, Huta stares at Pasta with thoughtful eyes.

Normally, Corona's voice should jump without a one or two, but this silence.

Pasta was the one who couldn't bear it first.

"... what?

"No, if I'm mistaken, it's fine."

The troubled Futa came to mind when she ran into Rifi earlier.

This brother's sister?

I felt it slightly when asked.

Strange feelings like sticky hatred.

At that time, I immediately put my face back on and took a ride on her.

The truth is, there was something I thought about.

If it's evil, it's fine.

However, Futa already knows that the girl in front of her tends to throw out her emotions at a loss.

I had the advantage of cheating on you this time, so I talked to you.

There must have been something uncomfortable about your brother and sister, or Reef's behavior, or something else that was out of Futa's mind.

That's what I thought.

"... isn't the word brother and sister disgusting?

Huh

Her eyebrows twitched.

But laughing with his nose to fix it immediately, he stood up.

"Nothing. Look, I'm just frustrated to think of a fucking woman named Lilac."

"What are you talking about?... hey, Beatrix?

Huta stopped her as she walked towards the door of the room just to finish the conversation.

However, she shook her head loosely and then turned to Futa.

Fouta accidentally lost her word.

A fierce hatred that fills your eyes. Her eyes could not be pushed to kill, even feeling such thoughts. But still, the smile I forced him to make lowered his eyebrows in trouble.

"... that's what you have to do."

"Beatrix...."

"Call me pasta."

Opening the door, she closed her eyes once and forcefully, shaking away her emotions.

And I told her to exhale.

"After dinner, I'll devote my time to practice. Until then, do whatever you want."

The door slammed and closed.

Huta was stunned for a while, but closed her open mouth and sat back on the sofa.

I wonder if she has something.

But he doesn't intend to talk about it.

I thought it would be ok if I did. After all, she's just a business partner and there's no reason to think about her like Lilac or Corona.

You're supposed to be thinking the same thing as her.

There were fewer words and deeds to throw at. There was also less aggressive behavior toward Huta.

But that doesn't mean the distance has shrunk. From malice to indifference.

I don't suppose it's like telling someone that much.

It's a simple story to interpret.

Besides, I just glimpsed something. Nothing happened to her.

"... there's no reason to care."

That should be it.

It's just...

Well, but I'm free.

That's how you lie to yourself and Futa gets up.

--For example, if she wanted to hide something from Futa.

If it's solved or if you can talk to someone, I'm sure you won't look like that.

Nothing, maybe there's no reason for Futa to move. It may end with a mere desire to know.

"Well, but it's him."

I don't feel particularly guilty.

Anyway, if you keep telling this lie to Reeve for a while, you'll keep paying attention.

So...

For now, I'll talk to Corona later.

"... that's what I'm going to do."

I had no intention of doing that at all.