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

--Time to go back to Princess Wangcheng's private room.

"I'll give you that magic device....."

Lilac's eyes stroking her lips were surprised - and she seemed reluctant.

The pasta gazed at the lilac while reaching for the cupcake.

"Didn't you just focus on the arena?

"--That sounds like something to say."

A pitiful color that is far from enthusiasm when paired with pasta with a sigh.

Looking at the situation very calmly - and for some reason, it felt as if frost had stuck to his spine - Pasta unexpectedly forced his expression to stretch.

Your body remembers, like some kind of alarm.

But it doesn't mean you're too vigilant about the woman in front of you.

I look at you and tell you.

"I don't know, but you don't like showing me magic tricks?

It was the only "reason Lilac was reluctant to offer" that could be thought of in pasta.

That magician who spread his voice must have been built by the court magician.

That is, the new magic that has just been developed. In other words, it can be an advantage.

Lilac can't possibly know what kind of power pasta has.

At a glance, if you look at the magic ceremony, Pasta remembers all of it, imitates it, and has no hesitation to sell it. That is a certain fact.

But....

"... if so, what is it?

"Is that what you mean?

Predicted. As expected. That's true.

The idea of pasta reaches Lilac. Lilac hasn't done anything to lose herself before the great immediate power of this arena.

But that's how it's analyzed. On Lilac's face, Pasta couldn't help but wipe a bad feeling.

A series of traps that are still vivid in your memory since you asked to borrow a fouta.

At that time, Pasta and Beatrix didn't completely doubt their superiority, and I didn't think I could frame them with a suggestion I made.

But it's more obsession with that maid and Futa than I could ever imagine.

The beatrix was misread when the unexpected formula of a woman named Lilac lured "humans" was mixed.

I wonder.

Even now, I don't feel like Lilac is thinking about something else. But it may be because of my mind.

I can't read it out.

But...

Can I help you?

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

I broke in my 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 ran into 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 in the end, there's nothing I can do, so just 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. "

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. "

Close your eyes and remember.

I told that "unemployed" fool.

"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."

As a "business owner." As Beatrice M. Olba.

To perfect that business tool.

We need Spectacular to thrive. And at the same time, we can't miss this time, which could be a big hand in making the man's power perceived by the surroundings-in other words, it's where his character stands.

Smile little and open your eyes.

"..... What? Those eyes."

"No, anything."

It's like seeing something pretty white.

Such a gaze was directed at the pasta.

But...

"I'm sorry, but I'm not giving up here. This kind of work requires the power to identify a line that the audience really doesn't dislike."

"Is that so?"

Grab the cup, tilt the tea, and she tells.

"Can you think about it for a moment?

"Don't be silly. You're arguing for a moment."

That's what I'm saying.

The long, thin, white fingertips are pointed towards the front of the pasta's face.

Lilac tells her that she seems suspicious.

"We have a lot to think about, and we can't do injustice to the court wizards."

"Let's not make a deal or anything. I won't sell anything I've seen."

"I'll do that, too - how do you get to the front?

"... that's..."

If it is pointed out again, it will taste like pasta.

I wore a hood and lived for a while without showing my face.

"You don't have to slowly melt your face, but it's not worth mentioning more and more if you lose face."

"Not him, but you probably don't have a heart either."

"... that guy?

I'm talking about this.

Spaghetti with a wave of hands.

I don't think he likes to speak ill of his beloved princess.

Besides, I noticed it slightly.

The woman in front of you is in an uncomfortable mood.

Cold gaze intent.

The corner of the pasta's mouth rises.

It's none of your business.

"... is that so?"

Oh, my God.

It must be so fun for people's expressions to be distorted.

I didn't expect the obsession with that man to be so strong. But just right. We should determine the "balance" in the meantime.

Her emotions are much stronger than they were when I was a beatrix - no, when I was forced by him.

Of course, the question arises whether the human mind will change in such a short period of time. I'll keep this in mind, as well as the possibility of acting.

Besides, this look on the top of the ladies' championship that I want to see the most painful face in the world was the best, modestly.

So...

Yes, that's why.

"I won't compromise on disguise anymore."

If you say "Sarasara", Lilac's eyes will be closed.

"- To the point where?

I see, I see. Lilac kept murmuring like that.

"Even when I met the chairman and he dragged me down - I knew it was risky, but why did you take care of his long hair?

"Yeah, nothing."

I could recognize that her frustration was real around the way I was trying to make up my wound.

"Tell yourself that's the harvest," he said.

Gently play with your long hair. As you wrap it around your index finger.

"--Besides, I just forgot to cut it."

Even with a smile, Lilac nods with a nod that doesn't seem to matter.

"I see.... please wait until tomorrow."

Yes, I'll see you later.

Standing up, Pasta walks away from Lilac.

The technique of unconsciously paying for that long hair made me feel a monument that I couldn't hide.

The next morning, King's Landing Spectacular.

On the day of the second round of the qualifying rounds, 400 surviving athletes were supposed to win the Battle Royal.

But somehow. Yes, for some reason, the qualifiers were divided into eight groups because there were fewer than 400 passers-by and 320 passers-by, from which they were again narrowed down to 40.

The breakdown of mainly unscheduled dropouts is as follows.

During the match, unfortunately, I was struck by the activities of star players Ayroon B. Smiles and Izna Sicienzan.

Unfortunately, he was injured during the match, making it impossible to continue the match.

· Unfortunately, during the match, he became the same group as Izna Sicienzan.

That is all.

The Battle Royal format continues unchanged. Members are completely shuffled and four out of 40 win.

"Hmm...!

Athletes had already been gathered to compete in the first match, and the waiting room was in a comfortable tension with some tingling and tightness.

Those who tie up their shoes, those who close their eyes and meditate, and those who sleep in their possession.

As each spent their own waiting time, Reef Leangride looked back.

I wondered if I would play two rounds.

But I ended up here. I don't really think I can win.

Still, it's better than running without a challenge.

At first, I wanted to compliment myself a little for making up my mind like that.

However, when I saw the faces of those who went to the second round, I was a little bit depressed again.

― ― Of the winners of the first round, more than 50 abstained due to injuries.

The number of people who felt the same way about themselves and left the venue as they were.

Much less than Reef thought.

And everyone who came to the second round was full of fighting spirit.

So I figured. They only look up.

For example, if you left Spectacular with your heart broken like that.

Nobody remembers the Gladiator Reef Leangride.

I didn't expect you to remember, but I endured more than I could ever imagine.

Nobody remembers standing in the same field.

He trembled imagining a man who was only proud to be in the tournament.

Yeah, Corona's right.

If I had run away there, I would have been miserable.

"Ha ha! After all, the waiting room before the match is good!! The fierce ones are everywhere!

"Master, we're getting the attention. Master"

"You're such an idiot. It's our job to get our attention. Rather, it's a compliment! Do you know what a compliment is? Ocean taught me a long time ago."

"Praise. Honor. The pride you earn is also a kind of social status that you get in the form of crowd praise."

"... what are you talking about?

"Master. Master"

The visiting rare visitors were uncomfortable with the fighting spirit of the surrounding gladiators.

1st match. Games entry No. 01, Izna Sicienzan.

Everyone saw his battle.

And there were some broken hearts. But I don't know how the gladiators feel.

I can't stop believing that I'm going to beat him up.

While enjoying his enthusiasm, he seems to be relaxed in his conversation with the girl next door.

Bright white hair, bright white skin, and red eyes remind me of a rabbit or something.

My name is Motsuke. It's a girl.

"Hey, why are you bringing the kid in? That's a lot of room."

In a state of tension, a gladiator stripped his canine teeth and ate them on Izna.

No, it's a fight.

That's right, Reef, but Izna laughed and put her hand on his shoulder.

Such a temee is a double-sword player in the 17th match. I had a chat with my enemies before the match, and Temee couldn't afford it. "

And with an aggressive smile, he swallows the waiting room in horror.

It was a double-edged swordsman for a moment - his expression turned into a smile.

Oh, and Reef felt the emotions in this room.

The name is envy. And the double swordsman is delighted.

A fierce man who fought so much was watching his game. And I recognized it as an enemy.

That's why you laugh. Let's laugh.

"That's not the answer, Izna Sicienzan."

"Answer? Oh, my God. This guy... I don't know!

"Oh, my God."

The twin swordsman, who smiled to chew, glanced at the motsuke and took something out of his pocket.

"Home sweets. It's sweet."

"... anti-poison sensing. --No response (clear), I recognized it as pure favor. Thank you very much."

"Oh, that's weird."

"That's what I always think!

Hahaha, two people laughing at each other, and a motif of eating sugar confectionery like grains with both hands.

I was surrounded by amazement at the sight - but I understood how it felt.

In that tension, the double-sword player couldn't bear the last strong enemy to show up. It's just a pretext.

But I was hit by the familiar air of this place, Izna Sicienzan.

So...

"--Athletes come here. Let the first match begin."

The conductor arrives and Izna and the double-sword master cross fists.

You can tell without saying it.

Continue on the battlefield.

Their sight looked terribly dazzling.

"--Oh, you're out."

Athletes who competed in two rounds were called in by their names.

Diffuse voice magic is used by court magicians, who carry their feet to the field with applause and cheer.

The lady never looked bad, and the spectacular audience seemed to be cheering in recognition of that sort of thing - apparently not for the girl next door watching the game.

"I'm really frustrated...!!

Her arms folded and legs snapped, her expression staring sharply at the court magician.

"Really? I think it's amazing that you're performing with the magic of fire to accommodate each and every one of you."

"That's not how it is. Oh, shit, this one's definitely going to blow up. I'm sure it's your fault this one's going to be a client!

"Why me?"

A few days ago, he told me about "the inner feelings of the athletes." If we dig into that, we will see how attractive each athlete is to our guests.

Pasta was too frustrating because one of the answers came out.

If you tried and failed, that's fine.

It is worth trying.

That's why...

"What are you reluctant to do with that bitch?"

"I'm throwing you into the arena, you."

If you can do it, do it, you fucking unemployed.

"Okay."

"Wow!! Don't touch me, you pervert!!

A pasta that pulls the head of a lid that grabs both hips.

His hair, which I don't normally touch because of his height difference, was quite hard. It doesn't matter.

--The two of Futa and Pasta sat in the general guest seat.

Originally, Futa had a seat in the premium seat, but she said she wanted to watch the game together tomorrow while thinking about something about pasta, so it was a form of dating.

There was nothing colorful in the voice, and since it was a story that had no thanks from the lid, it proceeded like this on the contrary.

─ Reef Ride!

I saw a girl entering with her left and right flame pillars on her back.

The cute girl said she had reached the second round, and the cheers there were turned on - but the pasta sighed like the most exhilarating.

I don't know.

"It sounds familiar to everyone around you. Stop it."

"Look, it's good, so there's probably more of this."

She continued with the momentum of scratching her throat.

"Athlete entrance is the moment to get the most attention from that athlete. The form of the Battle Royal is more than a distraction, we should let each and every one of our guests find the athlete they want to support."

"I see...."

"That's why, ahhhh. I was a complete outsider around here, and I wasn't interested in the sword itself..."

Pasta with head. Futa mutters to her who regrets that it was a mistake not to touch her because she was an amateur about the performance and contents of the gladiator.

Ah, but...

― Izna Sicienzan!!!!

At that moment, the cheer exploded.

Raise, swing, and hit a hammer axe. With that momentum, the audience was thrilled by his performance, which jumped like a high jump.

"Without 40 people!!

"Do it!!!

"I wanted to see you!!!!

The one who waved with a lot of cheers already seemed to have grasped the audience's hearts on the fourth day of the event.

Looking around, he told an audience he didn't know about the first day that the audience had looked back and talked enthusiastically about the great work Izna had done.

He is truly a first-class gladiator.

"Come on, it's exciting."

"That's why it's different to rely on your personal starliness..."

The pasta with the head was concave.

The faces of the players appearing in the first match are in full swing.

Fouta couldn't help but notice Reef.

Corona told me she was okay, so I'm not so worried. I have hardly seen my face for the past two days.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen that loser in days, but why?"

"Don't say loser. Looks like you've been practicing in the yard all this time. I didn't have much chance to face her either."

Yes, Pasta laid her cheek cane on her knees and blurred her eyes on Reef. She is holding a sword and exercising to ease tension.

Looks like you haven't lost your fighting spirit from those eyes.

"If you haven't broken your shaking arm, well..."

I see. Don't you think you're disqualified?

"I don't think it's as good as hairy to serve as a guard from the edge."

Stunning pasta words.

However, it was conveyed that she worried slightly, and Futa loosened her mouth.

Well, I hope we pass the qualifiers.

"I don't know. You're the only one who can pass this game."

"Will that happen again?"

Waiting for the start of the match to cross the grin.

Again, Fouta asked Pasta.

He said he wanted to see the game with me, and that's why.

"- So, what do I do?

"Just answer the question."

This is, so to speak, "commissioning." With that in mind, Pasta looked down at the game that was starting right now.

"Huta, what do you think will happen to this game first?