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

"What is this...?"

I stood up.

I don't have the power to hold the product.

Like my eyes were dry, I blinked again and again.

I don't understand. A vast field.

Hah, hah, my exhaling breath is rough and painful, and I feel the air rubbing my throat.

Feet and lungs that do not listen to what they say after running out at full speed.

If you lose focus, the noise around you will enter your ears - astonishment and applause.

The cheers of the people who break apart the walls and fill them up like black mountains are yawning, but they are never directed at themselves.

Reef Leangride understood.

She just stood at the edge of the field like a veteran. A girl who does not hold a sword, stands on a stick and looks in the center of her vision, just looks innocent.

Rusty, iron-like, reddish-colored umbrellas have a brand new bloody spot pattern that looks like a paint.

Oh, I understand. She's standing around. The purpose of the umbrella is simply to avoid returning blood.

Reef glanced at her with an unexpectedly falling corner of her mouth.

The white dress has no shard stains.

She understood to be a samurai.

Oh, this woman.

I put a sun umbrella in one hand and put a "handle" on it so that my clothes wouldn't get dirty.

"... you didn't even become a sparring student."

You look bored and cool.

And he built a mountain of forty fallen samurai, and sat upon it, and showed them.

"The match is over! The 10 remaining players will pass the first round of qualification!

I just happened to be a long way from her.

So I managed to pass the qualifiers. There is no one I have defeated.

He's not here.

I heard a broken heart.

- That night. Pasta house.

"Kampaa!!

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, no, no, no, no, no, no

However, the only person who toasted together was Huta.

There is a birthday seat with a large table. It is a shape in which both sides are compacted with pasta and corona, but since it is said that the distance between the main (provisional) and his sister (provisional) and corona is too close to the boulder, a space for one seat was opened between her and Huta.

Reef sits in front of such a corona - that is, next to a pasta - and quietly eats amusely.

Along with the pasta, which completely ignored Corona's head and started eating, it was a pair that wasn't attached much.

Fouta made a toast to me and I am a maid with no dents.

"What is it? What is it? It's dark. The battlefield Kesselam Pacellane was opened."

"Spectacular? It doesn't suit me at all. I think it suits strangely."

Scrambled

The usual smile of a maid.

Originally, Corona would not have sat at the meal, but at Futa's request, she sat down like this.

Reef had to play the reason to separate him from the chamberlain, and he felt uncomfortable because he wasn't really the main player.

I also told Rifi that the house was a detached house that my parents kept.

Futa, who relaxed her cheeks on the maid's cheeks, glanced at the two people on the other side.

Pasta just goes on eating with a rinse face, as usual.

If you look at the fact that the plan has come to one fruition, you can see that there is no pleasure in seeing it, and you are lightly saying, "There is no other profit to the Chamber of Commerce."

Besides, she had something else to think about. It is also a project that will shape the future spectacle, and she is good for the time being.

The problem is next door.

It was on Reef's side that moved the chin and fork when she saw it depressed.

"Ah, well... In the meantime, congratulations on breaking through the first round."

……

I knew the air was heavy, and I understood Corona's intention to brighten it up.

Then I think it would be better for me to say it.

However, Reef didn't reply for a while.

All I had to do was exhale and Futa continued.

"Why don't we make a show in the second round?"

"- I can't."

It was a murmuring voice at first.

But...

"I can't!

Her eyes were colored with fear as she stood up at the table.

"How can I fight such a thing? I just won the qualifiers... like that."

"Isn't there something we can do? There are a lot of people in there...."

"I can't!!!

Cancer and a chair rolled.

For a moment, Reef wobbled in the eyes of Huta, who looked at her without moving a thing.

But still, I shook my head and screamed.

"You won't understand!! But that's... that's killing a lot of people... and that's all right in the eyes of the bastard!! It's not like us!!!

"So you can't win?

"─!!

Gu, biting her lips with regret, she nodded to spit it out.

"That's right...!!!

I see.

"Oh yeah!! He didn't show any seriousness!! But I didn't even have time to point my sword!! I'm just going to be in the same group as him from now on...."

She holds her fist and tells herself, "Yes, I am."

"You can't even win such a reward!! I'm ready for his victory!! I can't help it, I went to the same tournament as him!!

So I came to King's Landing.

I'm sure if I had my own arm, I wouldn't have won, but if I could have done quite well, I would have been able to win, so I slapped the money and jumped out.

And this is too much. Yes, unfortunately. I'm unhappy.

Corona didn't say anything to such a weakness.

Futa didn't say anything either.

But the weakness. A harsh word hurts her heart as if it were rubbing the pot up.

"Then why don't you go home?

Unexpectedly, Rifi looked next to him.

It might be better if I reacted.

Tilting the mug, she says without looking at us.

"There's no point in being where you can't or won't win? I couldn't win. At best, I was a mama who was swinging sticks in the country. That's how you drip your nose and flatter yourself, loser. Hey..."

She points to Reef's dishes so as to show only the distorted corners of her mouth.

"It's human dinner."

"A-!!!!!!"

Bright red stained faces and wet eyes on the verge of crying.

The swallowed lips are trembling with agony.

The red-haired girl who raised her face slowly looks at her as if she were a fool.

"Do you think pretending to be sorry will keep you proud? A habit of getting your lips caught up and not bleeding out? Okay, Zako."

She scolds at the mockery and then points her sword at Reef's waist and tells her.

That sword doesn't suit me very well.

"Heehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehh!!!!!

The man who tried to grab Rifi stopped his arm when he stood up.

"Let go!!!

……

"Let go!!! This is me...!! He laughed at my uncle!!

"Huh? Did you smile? Hah... hah. No, I'm not just justifying myself saying you can be angry. I'm mad at you for being cool. I'll make it clear. You're a fool who can't match that fine sword."

"Nh...!

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh

Reef shouted to the red-haired girl who looked up at herself in a boring manner, beating her anger so much that she was about to hyperventilate.

"I don't know how I feel to a nobleman who grew up so plump like you!!

"... ahh"

That's all, she runs away saying it was.

The noise from the door of the dining room, which was so vigorously closed, echoed inside the room.

In a quiet room for a moment.

As usual, if you look at the feeling of pulling the sleeve of Futa, you will see it there - the maid with the gentle face.

Maid, I'm going to take a look.

"... ah, can you do me a favor?

"Leave it to me.

No, sign with the piece. Huta smiled and nodded and walked behind her, dropping off a large ribbon tied to an apron.

And there are two of them left.

"... you're not going?

Along with the pure question, she restarted her meal as if nothing had happened.

Huta lifts her shoulders and returns to her seat.

"I'm not a saint or anything. I don't know why Reef is so hurt, but I'm not worried enough to go after him."

"Oh, that's so frustrating."

I shook my head at her words raising one eyebrow.

Then, like digging up one day's memory, Futa murmurs.

"It's just really nice people. You treat me with a smile that I don't know much about."

"Really? I think you're going to take a leak."

"That's if I'm free.... a nobleman who grew up plump."

For a moment, her hands seemed to react with tingling.

But she doesn't move. Continue with a stunning sigh.

"... you think I'm hurt? I'm familiar with it."

"Really?

"... and I think you're mistaken."

There is a clear will to refuse when looking at Futa as if he were staring at her.

"I'm not trying to cheer you up. Why would I care so much for a little loser like that?

"No, I don't."

"What about it?"

Whatever, and the pasta that raised his face, Huta lowered her throat.

Nothing, I didn't think she was so cursed for Reef.

But... maybe.

Naturally, I somehow thought I'd come up with an answer to the problem in front of me and bring her emotions to the table.

Futa, you can't speak so beautifully.

"I just didn't think I liked the situation."

"It's going to taste bad."

"I'm glad you think it's delicious."

I wish I were dead.

I eat soup in a cutlery.

It has cooled down a little, but it does taste slightly sweet and gentle and delicious.

The handmade pumpkin rinse is a rare dish to eat in this country.

After a while, he said that he was proceeding with his meal silently.

The voice of the girl echoed.

"I hate losing."

In a blink of an eye, Futa looks at her.

While gently tilting the wine, she looked up at the ceiling of the cafeteria.

"... I don't like people who justify losing. I hate to see losers. I hate losing.... I hate to admit losing."

Rather than talking about likes and dislikes.

It sounded as if he was alive, and Futa was listening.

"But the person I hate the most... is someone who thinks it's okay to lose."

--It was an unbeatable life.

Losing was the end of my life.

It was an unacceptable life to lose.

I still am.

Once I lost, Beatrice M. Olba was "dead."

Still, even the hostiles lick their shoes and survive.

I'll do anything to survive. I've done everything.

It's "to win."

"I'll do anything to win (...). I hate the weak. I want to kill the mighty. That's why I feel like I'm going to rot just because there's someone nearby who's been licking me."

……

"That's why I threw that self-proclaimed vigilante. That's all."

I see.

I don't want to lose. I don't want to die.

Fight to live. I hate people who try to find a reason not to fight.

"... I see."

"What? You look like you've seen it twice."

"No... I thought you were really clumsy."

Ha?

He glanced at the entrance to the cafeteria.

There is no sign of a closed door being opened. I don't have one.

"--If you get thrown out like that, it'll be stronger if you get up."

"Yes, it's sweet just for a second chance.... but this is the same for me."

Close your eyes and exhale.

Looking at the empty plates of a flat meal.

I felt lonely and took the mug.

I don't like the look on my face on the water, so I make my eyes unconscious.

"I don't know how to tell myself. You... sent me some lemonade."

"That's corona's grass juice."

"What is grass juice? Say tea."

She stares at her and swallows tea.

Fouta, who was looking at her with her cheek stick on, laughed at her side.

"I'll win."

Hah, she smiled with her nose.

"Otherwise, I can't get used to it."