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

Oniichan! Um!

"I... like oniichan's lemonade."

"... it's hard. Oniichan"

- Late at night, in pasta.

"I forgot to ask you how Corona advised me...."

Pasta kicked me out of my room, and once I gave up, I went to bed.

I should be able to sleep normally, but I woke up somehow.

Now, I don't have a soft body that can't sleep because the bed has changed.

Have you ever had a strange dream?

Or were you more concerned about not being able to talk to pasta today than you thought?

Surprisingly, people say that their state of mind is incomprehensible.

I suppose that's exactly what I'm saying, and judging myself, Huta left the room with Cantella in one hand.

Unlike the royal castle, there is no ore that reacts to the darkness and brightens the room.

It may be the headquarters of the Olba Chamber of Commerce, but the house bought by Pasta to spend time on its own was not seen at least.

It's about her.

Perhaps we sold out the substitutes that were also in this villa and moved them.

"... don't get cold."

Wear a gown and somehow head to the toilet.

Nothing, I didn't really want to go. If there was a list of things to do when I didn't sleep, it would be the toilet for now.

With such a shallow idea, Futa walks all the way down the hallway from the guest room.

Go down the entrance stairs to the water station.

I was hoping that you would have guided me properly during the day, but I was aiming to go to the toilet relying on my vague memories.

This is not the first time I have come to this house, but this is the first time I have spent a day like this.

Although the cafeteria and toilet places were explained verbally, they didn't actually carry legs - and I was a little lost, to be sure.

Even so, in the mansion, "Where are we? It wasn't enough to just stand there and say," Oh, you're going to get out of here, "or" you're back just now, "or something like that.

Corona was delighted that it was worth cleaning, I see. Even though it wasn't properly cleaned, I wondered if this size also played a role in her pleasure, and it was a fouta that unexpectedly relaxed her expression.

I finally got to the bathroom and took a breath.

At dawn, the tournament is now.

Though Futa won't participate in the qualifying rounds, the preparation period is decreasing.

The job hurdles she was increasingly demanding were decreasing, but it was a delicate thing to be told if she was still confident that she could do it perfectly.

The truly popular gladiator wins and loses.

Close your eyes to the refreshing words of pasta.

When you wash your hands with cold well water, your consciousness gradually awakens with your thoughts.

When you think about managing your condition, you should get into bed and get some sleep.

After all, that's what bothered me.

"Phew...."

Futa resented the fact that Colosseum's "owners" used him for eight hundred years.

I threw him out because he was in the way. It was a necessary passage ritual for that.

I only thought about it to that extent, and in fact, if I borrow the words of Lilac and Pasta, I know that the "owner" was incompetent.

So I vaguely assumed that everything he did was wrong.

But...

It's not funny that no one can win. It may be a good place to gaze, but you don't know if you're going to win or lose, so people take their feet to the venue. After all, it's been a while. "

The owner at a glance, not to mention Lilac.

As the young president of the Olba Chamber of Commerce, a girl with a track record of leading the Chamber of Commerce and Industry said.

Again, I think.

I wonder if I'm a burden to Lilac's plan.

She said that Huta was free. It made my dream come true.

After all, it's only a disadvantage for her.

"... no good."

I put my hand on my forehead.

I wonder what's going on.

Just strong. Isn't it impossible for a man who can only do that to be a gladiator? Such a thing twitched my head.

I really can't sleep with this.

Maybe it's better to do one of the gestures outside and tire your body.

After all, it's not a problem that I can solve on my own.

By the way, I lost sight of the stairs back upstairs.

We must return to the entrance hall and check the surroundings.

Where is this place?

――――

There was a room with a light that was leaking.

It's not Huta's room. It's not even Corona or Reef's room.

It's not even a pasta private room.

In the first place, there are no personal rooms on the ground floor.

There are only four people in this house right now.

Futa, who had a bad feeling, walked by killing footsteps.

He grasped the knob carefully, slightly opened the door, and looked inside.

"...... in the end, Fouta is the bad guy."

"Calm down, me. There are still two days left. I can make time during the qualifiers. I just need to train him as he progresses."

"I don't know if I've ever heard of the greatest champion. But it's always been like that."

"--Phew.... hah. What time is it?... what is it, a moment of falling (...) and (...)?"

"The opening of the Chamber of Commerce is over, but the key product was still there."

"If we finish by tomorrow morning..."

"At the very least, we have to make sure that" unemployed "doesn't take shape. I can take care of you....."

Hmm, a stretched girl was running a brush in a mountain of books.

Long red hair enters the vision. Little back, that's all.

Lighted by a small candle light, one person in a cold room continued to struggle.

Fouta gently closed the door.

And turn around.

I don't want to go to my own private room. It was the kitchen.

……

Put firewood on fire and think while boiling water.

Because I'm the owner. Because it's pasta.

Didn't you think you'd manage?

Just do what you have to do.

Leave everything to her.

Because she'll do it.

Think like that, look through the books you bring, and learn.

Did you try to change something just by being given?

It's only natural that an "unemployed" person can't come up with an idea.

In that way, didn't you give up?

Pour boiling and warming water into the mug.

It was just an imitation, but I knew it was to warm up the cup first.

"- That's pathetic, I..."

All you have to do is put all your dreams on that little back and place an order with that and this.

If it wasn't for pasta, I might have been using a little more.

It is true that I am the least reluctant to say that I am no longer close enough to a hateful opponent in one word.

I still don't forgive Corona.

But it's different from this.

As the person entrusted with management, Lilac introduced her and decided to partner with her as a business partner.

Nothing has changed until now.

Put out the fire and take a breath. Grab the lemon from the fruit basket.

Squeeze the juice, add the honey, and divide with hot water.

If you taste it with a light stirred spoon, it's done.

Take it with one hand and return to the study.

The lights were still on.

"Pasta"

Knock lightly.

However, there was no reply. Is it concentrated or did you go to the bathroom?

Either way, if the fire is on, you're not ready to finish it yet.

That's how you open the door.

"Suu... suu..."

I see, I'm convinced.

The feather pen rolls over the table.

Compared to my room, it is a very poor quality stiff chair.

With her cheek cane on, she closed her eyes.

If you look at an open book, write it.

He can't do this.

"It's too much to take care of."

The evil smile goes on, too.

But the line below it made the lid's eyes round.

Is the content of the book a guide to theatre?

The drawn part of the border is a way to make you feel stronger.

I was surprised that she was looking into acting with emotion, saying she wasn't interested in anything.

More than that.

"He can do it."

I opened my eyes to the note. You can act with emotion on yourself. That's what it says.

I looked at the description and noticed.

"Exposing emotions to someone who doesn't normally show emotions can buy a large public interest and give empathy."

――

For someone, for you.

The words remind me of my loved ones, not one or two.

I realized why it says, "He can do it."

You're here now, right, in both hands (...)!

...... hah

At that time, I was doing my best to regain consciousness.

Where did she learn the story of "hands"?

It is hard to imagine that she told someone the words that should only have been said to Corona.

I felt relieved because I thought it was necessary.

I thought you were there.

In the dance floor, Huta and Corona appeared, and she sat in the seat closest to the execution table. And I was watching.

I see, I can't imagine Futa convincing me.

Even if I was staring at it, I couldn't imagine what it meant to be burned in my memory.

"...... nh"

"Are you awake?

"... you...!? What time is it?

"It's still midnight. I just peeked because the lights were leaking in the bathroom."

Huta shook her head as she raised her face.

Yeah, and exhale. Then I quickly closed the book as if I had noticed something.

"It's a trade secret of the Olba Chamber of Commerce. Theft or crime?

"Respect!?

"... I'll never go back and forth between your room and the bathroom."

"I didn't understand the structure of the house properly, so I got lost subtly."

"... unconscious"

"What do you mean?"

A pasta that diverts your face from the fouta.

Loosening the corner of her mouth, Huta placed a hot lemonade in front of her.

Her gaze fixed to the mug.

Murmuring words.

"What is this?"

"Hot lemonade. It's warming up."

"... you made the toilet on your way home? Did you wash your hands?

"That's rude. You must have washed it."

The same light reward.

With that in mind, Huta said so in a throwing tone.

"Yes."

I don't like the small, murmured words, and I don't even suspect fakes.

"What's wrong?

"Nothing."

Standing still, her gaze was on the mug.

I felt some subtle air, and Futa, who was uncomfortable, tried to evacuate because it was bad to interrupt work - fu.

You can leave it like this. If she resumes her work, she will be told to leave anyway.

Then you can tell me.

"... you know..."

"What?"

"I'm sorry about earlier. I thought it was a good idea."

"... ahh"

Did you think of that? Pasta leaks words blurry.

"I know you're desperate to think that I won't find out, so I won't drag you that far."

I see.

It would have been nice to say that it was too much to be desperate, as usual.

In fact, it is true that I desperately thought about what I could do about that stuffed animal.

"Besides"

Hmm?

"... if you could just kill my feelings, it might not be an unexpected bad idea."

"No, that's impossible....."

With the corners of her mouth twitching, Futa murmurs.

Speaking of which, she was a girl who had no choice but to do what she wanted.

Others are neglectful and not even willing to sacrifice themselves, which is fundamentally different from Lilac.

Lilac is a king who plays on the board no matter where he goes. The conditions for her defeat are hers.

In that regard, pasta is queen. With absolute power, one's sacrifice is not synonymous with defeat.

Nevertheless, the picturesque side of a girl with a bear stuffed toy and a hood in one hand is good for punching inside.

On the contrary, I was worried that it would not stand out.

"The human trait is an extraordinary deception."

"What do you mean?

"For example, if you had a big stupid fork."

What kind of analogy?

"That way, all the forks will stand out, and when you don't have them, you'll be surprised."

"I see....? It's going to be camouflage."

Well, yeah.

I see.

Gently grab a mug of pasta.

If you wrap the cup in your hands that would have been cold, you'll be sure to have warmth in your hands.

Gently put your mouth on and take a breath. Nothing in particular.

Futa didn't care what Lemonade thought.

I thought about it a little.

It seems that my proposal was not bad either.

Because it was a small confidence, and it also led to the problems I had just experienced.

"Pasta"

"What?"

"Can I help you?

"... what are you up to?

"I didn't plan it. Just leave it to you, and I won't let you work this long."

"Always. It doesn't matter what happened to you."

"Even so, it's in my eyes."

"... hah"

A small sigh.

As she lifted the mug to look at this, she opened her mouth with a silly voice.

"What, oniichan?

This blatant rhetoric has a feeling of preoccupation.

I can even imagine her face from behind, with a thrusting, favorable voice.

The distorted corner of your mouth and your deeply despised eyes must be reflected in that lemonade.

Behind those words is a setting called the siblings you used to trick Reef.

Until now, it had slipped out of my head, and Futa remembered it in chains.

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

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

Why didn't the maid want to tell Futa about his "profession" at first?

The right answer is, whoa, whoa, whoa! Because I didn't know Huta very well. "

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

Closed for the first time, Huta exhaled a little.

And I'll tell you.

"It's me. My sister died when I was a kid."

"... so? If you want a price, why don't you hit something else?

It's a rhetoric that strokes people's hearts without putting in their hair immediately. But it's no longer a habit. Huta held her eyebrows up and continued.

"If it's a ransom, I already did. Just when I was your age."

"Find a girl who resembles her sister and play family?

Ah.

……

To be sure, it was now time for the pasta to be small and upset.

Pasta is not going to brag about his misfortune.

But I don't think so. I didn't think there was a "person doing similar things" nearby, and the curse that went out to the throat pulled in.

I didn't think that there were people who nodded because they were fooled by family peeing.

"... I think I've done quite a stupid thing. She was unemployed."

"Oh, just like you."

"No."

"... eh?

Fu, I missed it and Futa loosened her mouth.

"Unemployed" is not worth living. I'd rather die. It's painful. Oniichan doesn't know how I feel. I was provoked by those words. "

The pasta response I heard so far was quick.

I know pasta. A rare "case." But I didn't think there could be anyone who would do that and throw his life away.

That "profession" is possible. But it's just a miracle.

Once you've done it, you'll never come back.

I can't take it back. My "talent" is...

"You can't be!

"I wanted to prove that I could live without a job."

"... if you're not stupid..."

You could say it was the best sigh of the year.

This is what it's like to be stunned and silent.

Especially if it's her. Because she understood the importance of "profession", I couldn't understand the man's rampage in front of me.

"... why?"

I didn't know, my voice was trembling.

Nevertheless, she continued.

"I'm telling you this."

"Why, why. That's right...."

Because I'm a business partner. That was easy to say.

But I didn't mean to talk naked like this with Futa.

"I broke in the middle of a dream once. Sadly, Colosseum was thrown out, and I thought I could die. After all, I felt reminded by my sister-in-law that there was nothing I could do about being unemployed."

……

"But I met Lilac. I got another chance. Working with you gave me hope that I might prove it again. That's why I want to work hard."

……

"But after all, there's nothing I can do, and I just have to follow your instructions. No, I didn't think so. I just rethink that I'm just being washed away in a situation. I won't do it again."

"... hah, ah?

Yes, it is.

If you think it's bad, reflect on it and don't do it again.

What you've been taught by your loved ones.

So this is it. It's a statement of determination.

"I think it's cowardly to bring out the stuffed toy just now. I'm desperately trying to twist things out too. I won't let you think alone. And then, yes.... I wonder if this is how you want me to know."

……

I was told to leave it alone.

I tried to listen to root digging and leaf digging.

But Corona was angry when the order was wrong.

I don't know if she will tell me about herself.

I don't know.

Keep your ears open for as long as you walk away from me.

Well, that's fine then.

It was a huta for Corona, so if you could just grab my hand.

Someday, the trust you've built up should be delivered to the one in front of you who looks painful.

With that in mind, Futa told him.

"Ha, it won't come."

……

In her bouncing gesture, Huta lowered her eyebrow root.

"I'm the manager. You're unemployed. You can't do what I can." That's why you have to follow me. Then... I'll make you dream. You don't have to ask me that. "

Really?

"Your head's up, and you're in the way because I'm going to keep working."

[]/(adj-na, n) (1) (uk) certain/certain/certain/certain/certain/certain/certain/

When I was told to go home at work, Futa left her with a feeling that was close to convincing.

But that's why I told him the right answer, and I loosened the corner of my mouth.

Say, Futa asks.

Looking back, she held the mug on her back with both hands.

"Can I help you?

She tilted a mouth of lemonade and then murmured.

"... that's enough"