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

After the opening ceremony, Lilac disappeared behind the scenes with an explosive cheer.

The dress prepared for the ceremony is careful not to step on it with heels.

No matter how ceremonial a costume is, this time it's a fighting fence.

Then I was walking along the inner passage, snorting my heels, wondering rarely if I could come with a combat outfit.

The echoing sound of shoes and the voices of people heard from afar. Wow, wow, their cheers are so entangled that nothing can be properly heard, but I'm sure they're giving courage to the fighters fighting the qualifiers now.

Finally, here we go.

The gladiator, the spectacular, and the first step in the plan.

The loosely drawn arc on the mouth is evidence of a "rape male" that cannot be shown in public.

However, her long smile quickly retracted.

Her expression changes to a gentle deep-window beauty with a feeling of tightness in her skin.

"- Your Highness"

"Ah... Conrad. What are you doing here?

If you raise your face, you'll see.

A young man leaning against the corridor wall gently loosened his mouth and walked towards her.

Confidence and doubt come to mind in his eyes.

Confidence in yourself to be alone here, and then...

"I can't believe what you're doing. Shouldn't I wait for you?

"It's not like I shouldn't..."

A hand that gently brings it to your mouth. Lilac grabbed his wrist with his other hand and acted as if he was suppressing tremors.

"That's good. There was something I wanted to talk to you about."

"With me?

"Yeah, I'm still depressed about this."

Conrad?

Slowly nodding to Lilac's question, Conrad took her hand.

Your eyes are impatient - no, perhaps irritable.

The color of the question earlier seems to have been simmered in this exchange.

"At the opening ceremony, I was expecting you to call my name now or now. But after all, you didn't say anything more than being the organizer."

"That's..."

"You promised, didn't you?

"Damn it....."

Gu, the hand that grabbed my arm became stronger.

Conrad inadvertently rang his throat at at the slightest distortion of Lilac's expression.

Even so, for a moment. He let go of what he thought he had done too much.

He coughs up and tells the princess to look scared.

"I did my best to hold this martial arts tournament. Isn't it?

"... yes"

Slowly holding her arms, she nodded slightly, distracting herself from Conrad.

Conrad is overwhelmed by her manners.

Her movements, as if she knew she was bad, shake Conrad's emotions in front of her.

Yes, it's not my fault. What I'm saying is right.

"So" she doesn't complain.

"If I hadn't cleared the murder case, I wouldn't have held this tournament you wanted. Should I be rewarded for what I did? You made a promise. Anything!

"... I'm sorry."

"If you want to apologize, from the beginning..."

Conrad, who was about to shake his fist, returned to me with a boulder.

Watch it. Watch it. It's not her yet.

If you behave as usual, you'll be surprised at the opportunity.

"... Conrad"

"Yes"

She murmured as she heard Conrad's face.

"Well, I was going to talk about you in the main election....."

Was that so?

"It may seem unnatural to suddenly mention your name right now... I..."

I see?

Looks like she was thinking a lot, Conrad raises one eyebrow.

Lilac nods and mutters.

"It was better to say that Conrad was responsible for the opening of this tournament when it was exciting."

"... I see. I see. That's true. No, it seems like I was quick."

Smile gently and gently stroke her cheek.

Conrad, who believes that the use of candy and whip is important for disciplining women, has always nostalgized the girls around him.

A familiar way of doing things.

On the evidence, the princess nodded slightly on her cheeks.

--It was then.

Behind Conrad, there was an incredible, broken sound.

Looking back at what I thought, there was nothing in particular.

But it was also true that entertainment was cut.

"I'll see you later. I'm looking forward to the end of the tournament."

"Yes, yes."

Lilac, looking away at Conrad's back, turned his foot toward the direction of the noise as it stood.

"... what are you doing?"

Stunning sigh. Beyond her gaze.

"You really... you really... you really are so clumsy..."

With rudeness, she pointed to Lilac and bluished her expression, and did not try to hide her swallowing.

……

An unusual young man standing silently.

Fouta?

"... who is he?"

Eh?

If you look closely, his fist is somehow wet with blood. Cracks like spider webs were running along the walls as if they couldn't contain the impact.

That was you... lilac with white eyes.

"He's the second son of Eastwood, for example. I told you before, didn't I?

"I see. The laws of the kingdom are not understandable to ordinary people like me that even the nobles are allowed to raise their hands to Lilac. And with that fist? Turn it into a thick, cheeky palm? Ho... ho... I'll kill you."

"Wait."

Rarely, Lilac grabs the bottom of the lilac and stops walking out of sight.

"You don't have to be so angry about anything. Aren't you as familiar with my acting as you are?

"That's... that's right..."

Ha.

Lilac, exhaling, puts his hand on his hips and tells him.

Like a sermon or something, without worrying about Futa wandering around.

"So what are you dissatisfied with? I'm just doing what I have to do.... I'm glad you feel that way, but that's not the problem."

Next door, a pasta that still seemed subtly ill watched.

"Your feelings are pleasant," she said.

And don't be shy.

Looking at you with your nose snorted, you made me trust you a long time ago, and you looked like a mouthful of young people.

No, but...

"But what?

"... I can't believe I touched Lilac's face."

"What about it?"

Lilac blinked her eyes as if she had been stuck in an illusion, and Huta continued with a little hesitation.

"No, so if Lilac is happy...? Really. Yes.... it's not like that, but it's kind of like that."

……

Pasta began his journey home.

Next to that, Lilac chews off Huta's words... and thinks for a while. Futa asked strangely as her cheeks slowly dyed into the vermilion.

"Master Lilac?

"Sa...."

Huh?

Turning away from Huta, she said.

"If you want to touch... shouldn't you just touch it?

Pasta's gone.

Eh?

"So... if you want to touch it, you can do whatever you want."

Sometimes I didn't look at it from the beginning.

She turned sideways in such a way as to stick out her right cheek.

Nh, the leaking voice prompted Futa to inadvertently swallow her saliva.

Her ears in her eyes are clearly hot in silver hair.

Terrible. The opponent is the beloved Princess.

With that kind of emotion in mind, Futa put down her stretched hand.

"I can't do that."

For example, if someone other than Lilac was in front of you here. I'm sure Fouta might have lost her desire.

However, the opponent is a lilac that cannot be seen outside.

That's why Huta laughs at her.

"Let's go. I went somewhere with some pasta. You said you wanted to talk to Lilac."

"... yeah"

I am aware that I have become disgraced.

I don't think I feel sorry for her for being in a public mood.

But...

"I'm glad you're feeling it."

That's all, Futa walked out first.

It's hard to stare at Lilac now.

Because that's right.

Mind your own business, you don't know what you were doing to her.

No one else, really respecting her, like that.

You can arouse your passion, etc. I feel like I want to include it in my neck.

"... stupid"

The word pretended not to have been heard.

I thought, "Where have you been?"

"I don't want to see a chick in front of me calling people."

A waiting room separated from the hustle and bustle in the middle of the qualifiers and a wall.

When Fouta arrived at this place, originally designated to meet Lilac, the pasta was rolling on the bench alone.

That's a lot to say.

"That's right. Ahh, you're an unexpected woman too... huh?

She raised her face and took off the hood of her jacket and twisted her mouth as she glanced at Lilac.

"Futa"

"What is it?"

"You're the tallest...!

Ha?

Gu, Futa doesn't know the intent of the smiling expression of the thumping pasta.

But if you use pasta, you can see enough of Lilac's expression.

Most likely, this man did something as soft as wearing a lilac to his sleeve.

Nothing is more fun than seeing a grumpy lilac.

"Hmm? What business does the heartbroken princess have with us?

"You want to die again."

Er, pasta-chan!

While laughing at the shards, she hits the cupcake.

It looks delicious, but the brand is probably from the usual store.

She was delighted that there was no better seasoning than human misfortune.

"--You can say that the situation is almost complete."

But in one word, the air switches.

Lilac, with her troubled hair, looks at the lilac and the pasta and tells her.

"We have an investigation into the murder. Beatrice is right, Eastwood is covering up the information."

"Ah, after all? Doesn't that mean that the second boy who just came to King's Landing is pretty bad?

"Yes. Rather, the bad guys are more likely to be from Eastwood. --Notify the guards here.

The two of you peek at the scroll offered.

There was a list of missing persons occurring in King's Landing.

Most of them are girls.

In a case where the guards want to search the King's Landing.

Cases where you come to King's Landing and do not return to the hotel.

Events in the last month, anyway.

It matches the timing when Ayroon would have arrived in King's Landing.

It can be said that it is intended to match.

"Is it possible that Iroon did it?

"I don't think so. But without proof, she's not interested."

"I see...."

So, for now, I'll tell both of you this.

Huta nodded.

Most are girls around the age of 10. What is this killer doing targeting a girl who won't be able to resist? You throw up just thinking about it.

"I have to tell Mr Wind."

Yes, it is.

I can't wait to think about what happened to Ruli.

It was Futa's whisper that I thought so, but Wind told me about the contact with Iron and turned his eyes again.

Wow, the cheers echoed over the wall.

"... it looks like you've finished three rounds. Pasta, where did you watch the game?

The lilac sounded like a spoiled chat.

Pasta also responds honestly to natural inquiries that do not bring any particular emotions to mind.

"Don't lick the Olba Chamber of Commerce. Nice seat. It's average."

Only registered people are allowed in the premium seat.

Having secured a good spot in the general seat, she shook her shoulders and said so.

She would have had a privileged seat as president of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry, but she seems to have been blessed enough not to fly the irony.

Really? A sigh of lilac wore pasta.

No, what?

"No, you don't have to do that."

Her gaze drifted loosely towards the lid.

"You should have seen it on oniichan's lap."

"Nh...!!

"I don't think you're spending time with your brothers and sisters in settings. Fufu"

"Ah, where did you...?!

Come on?

Lilac smiled at the trembling pasta with his nose, and he put his hand on the waiting room door just before his feet. Oh, and a wild voice.

"If you don't want to be teased, why don't you just sweeten oniichan up right now?

Hit the door in the waiting room.

The scream of pasta echoed.