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

"By the way, why is Prim running a shop?

"Eh?... ahaha"

After drinking the limited edition Spectacular Juice (just grape juice), Futa asked what she was worried about.

The current situation is that someone told her to be a barbarian, but she was selling here without even watching her favorite fighting sword game.

In a word, it was a surprise.

I think it's okay to clean it up with an unexpected word.

When I took the sword from her, I thought about what would remain, putting her shiny figure on the shelf that I had seen in the shop earlier.

With such a strange look on his face, Prim scratched his cheeks - looking down and distracted.

"There's so much going on....."

"What's wrong!?

If so, it also looks blue, is it because of the plugging in of the key of the sunset, or is there something that even her mind could be distracted to this point?

Good work, Mr. Prim.

"Hyi!

The answer came from behind Futa.

Unlike Futa, who looks back without any concern, the prime makes his body bounce like a cat that overreacts to certain vegetables.

"Oh, Mion-san. Looking around the scene?

"There are more and more boards I have to direct."

"I see. Good work."

"No, thank you for your contribution to Spectacular. Richter is also blowing bubbles with joy."

"When did he become a crab?

Named Mion, she is the secretary of a young Richter wearing butler clothes.

Natural Bob's soft-haired smile gives the impression that among the people in King's City who Futa has seen, Dantoz is a "workable man".

Pasta? That's enough pot to do my job.

Regardless, the fact that Futa used respectful words was also strong in terms of her atmosphere.

In addition, when I went to help Wind, I was thankful for riding with me.

"So, here it is."

"Yes"

As Huta looked back, Mion did not smile and looked at the same person as Huta.

There was a barbarian hiding in the shadow of the shop, trembling and shrinking like a discarded cat or something on a rainy day.

"Did you do something to him?

"No, nothing."

Loosely shaking her head and her smile remind her of Lilac one day.

The pressure to complain not to listen in the dark.

"Mr. Prim has offered to help Richter. I was also very welcome, so I ended up asking the seller of the shop. In addition to your thoughts, it seems like you're in a good mood, and I'm quite relieved to be honest with you.

"In the end? What else do you think? Are you relieved?

"You always notice where you don't need it, don't you, Futa?

"I'm afraid of smiling."

Nevertheless, there were parts that were convincing.

The reason she was a salesman was because she bought Richter's help and left.

As far as Mion's words are concerned, it doesn't seem to have been a shop from the beginning - there must have been a lot of things. Something pale enough for her. There's something about it that's going to tail Mion and run away.

When I heard it, I didn't think it would be of any benefit, and Futa muddled the tea with a smile of love.

"But it looks like I've been working hard at the store."

"Yes, I know. Not only is he attractive to people, but he can also make money just standing there. At first, I didn't even seem to be aware of the arithmetic of children's counting songs... but I was sensitive to thieves again."

"Well, it's convenient in that sense."

"If there are fewer calculation mistakes, you really can help Richter. Is there any other happiness like this?

"No, I don't care if they ask."

What should I feel sad about helping Richter and tremble with such happiness?

Prim, who was hiding behind him, nodded with a crying face.

But Mion, who put his hand on his cheek, exhaled a little.

"That's strange. Me and Futa should be connected by a hotter bond."

"Was there such an event!?

"Nothing.... just"

Looking straight at the lid. An expression that appeals to something.

However, my feelings for Richter are so great that...

"You wouldn't be so happy if you could help Lilac.

"Mr. Mion, we are bound by a warm bond."

"Huta!?

Betrayed!! Put down a prime with a shocking expression all over it.

Mion and Futa shake hard hands.

"This is crazy! You're no chamberlains or anything!

"Commander."

"Unemployed."

"Haunted world!!! What a profession! Pee!!"

With the vicious Prim around, Huta puts her arms together.

I see. Is Richter for Mion equivalent to Lilac for Fouta?

"Tell me, Mion-san. I want Lilac-sama to feel happier."

"Very well. Leave it to this General Mion. Happiness is emotion. The secret of happiness that Richter feels to me, I would not hesitate to tell you everything."

"Master...!!

"I'm having a weird relationship!!!

General Mion Presents, the story of Lilac's having a hard time is a little further.

Prim's words were attractive. Had they been "chamberlains", they would have rightly guided the LORD to happiness.

That's what this is all about.

"Kohn. What is the story again? Mr. Prim, give me today's cashier."

"Ha, yes! This is money and paper!

"Indeed. Now, I have work to do."

With a solemn greeting, she leaves in a refreshing manner.

Prim, who had dropped off his back, exhaled heavily.

"Hah... I hope the numbers match today..."

"I wonder if it's today...."

Today's the day, huh?

I don't think so.

No way!

She is not always well enough to murmur with distant eyes somewhere.

Without even laughing at himself, he could say that the vague words were indeed not feminine.

That's why I wondered about Futa.

"Don't you have to do that?

"Are you worried? Thanks, but I'll do it."

"Why did you go so far?"

"Hmm... so many things. But one of the reasons is you."

"Me?"

Yeah, Futa.

Stand behind me and watch the counter of the shop where the merchandise remains sparse.

In a quiet entrance hall where people are gone, only her relaxed footsteps resonate.

"It's the exact opposite of what I just said. When I saw Huta, I thought I'd do what I didn't like."

A man who is "unemployed", but therefore can't even be human unless he doubles his efforts.

In fact, there were loopholes, and joblessness was the strongest occupation.

Reality is not that easy.

And he scratched his feet, and stretched out his hand to the only light that he found before him, yet he spit in the hills of the sword.

Looking back, it was painful. Prim didn't know all the thoughts in the sentence, but he still saw one end of it.

So, besides what was written in "occupation", I thought I'd try my best.

Until now, I've decided that it won't work because it doesn't suit my "profession", and don't let go of it that I should have thrown out before I even started.

Oh, my God.

"... I see."

Futa didn't know what to say.

However, I understand that I don't want you to speak with consolation.

She nods to Huta's gavel and laughs.

"But... Richter, I really wanted to help you. I thought it would be good if I tried my best and Richter was a little free."

"Speaking of which, you said it. I said I'd help you."

"Yeah, it's rude, falling down."

"No... I don't know."

A prime that sharpens the lips of a lid with a difficult expression when it is difficult to respond.

"Very good. After all, it was full of mistakes at first, and I broke through the scroll with a pen, gave the paperwork to the wrong person, and hit the wrong person."

"It was worse than I thought."

"Thanks to... yeah... really... really... really bad eyes..."

"Ooh...."

With emotional ups and downs like Richter in mind, Huta looks at the expressive prime.

She's such a delightful girl as she could not have imagined during the Colosseum.

No, I didn't even try to see the pleasure, and it is also true that I couldn't afford to be seen.

I must remember the intimacy, because we came to King's Landing in a good direction.

She blamed Futa for laughing at her slightly loose mouth.

It's just...

Yeah, just...

"Did you really want Richter to be elected?

"Ahahah. When I ask you that, you're like the woman I serve Richter."

"When Richter asks, the bubbles are blowing and falling."

"What!?

With all due respect, Prim shook his head in anger.

"No, it's not like that. However, the only thing that seems to be most enjoyable when Richter is holding Gladius is the truth."

Gladius, Richter's sword, also known as the "Dueling Sword".

A ride with Richter that feels like a long time ago. When he remembered that, he certainly laughed so that he could not hide the pleasure from the middle, even in the battle against Huta, who had no choice but to face up to the trail.

"It's not just about Richter. But I want everyone who enjoys fighting the sword to have fun."

That's why - even if you can't see the fight you love.

"If I work hard and the people around Richter and Richter can enjoy fighting the sword, I'm the happiest."

I see.

"- That's right, that's right. I'm sure."

In her hand, she smiled, but she didn't usually look like she was being held.

"Because I must be a gladiator."

Not the "gladiator" of "profession".

Just one gladiator to fight and entertain in the crowd.

"So I want everyone to enjoy my game, and I want Richter's game to be exciting. Description, brother, I'm counting on you!

No, to her with two fingers up.

"... ahh"

Fouta nodded her head down.

Do what you can. Yes, be sure.

--Spectacular, waiting room.

There were only two girls in this room who had paid for themselves.

It was the red-haired girl who worried about removing the hood.

Two pigtails jumping out of her hair, which is considerably shorter than before, make her look like a lovely girl.

If this hadn't left your pale eyes cloudy, you would have really been a one-digit girl.

A silver girl holding a cup of tea as usual.

Her atmosphere surprisingly suited this murderous room, which was just a place for gladiators to concentrate their minds before they fought.

Even if the red-haired girl mocked at the impression of a cold room.

After all, her side as a quiet fighting swordsman blended her uncomfortably into this waiting room.

"Thanks to you, it's very popular"

I see.

A red-haired girl who throws a bunch of scrolls quickly next to a silver girl sitting on a long chair that doesn't even have a back.

I guess I just glanced through it and figured out the approximation.

The silver girl nodded and raised her face.

"... you've become so cute, Beatrice."

"You're not going to call me pasta anymore. That's right."

"Dasai....."

"Dashi!? I think it's your favorite name!

"That's the only difficulty with Futa."

"You think this is my life."

Hah, a red-haired girl shook her head with a stunning breath.

I didn't meet this woman to talk nonsense.

In order to get things done quickly, Pasta communicates the information quickly.

"It's obvious from the number of copies of this opinion. This commissioning was successful. All you have to do is fine-tune it - what, your white eyes?"

"Nothing else."

Also, these boring eyes.

Pasta raised one eyebrow to the eye that was also pointed at when I spoke before.

"Don't get in the way with this bullshit, will you? I'm here to do business."

"I don't know what I'm mistaken for, but I'm the one who led the way. Nothing, I'm not going to play foot pulling."

You know what I'm wrong about.

She smiles at such a small sigh of pasta.

"Above all, I'm not the one who doesn't understand your purpose."

"... ahh..."

Pasta lost sight of the smell.

She says, "Purpose." If it's ejecting the heart of pasta, if it's trying to disturb it, it's unusual.

She stares at the girl, pointing out that she may need to tighten her mind.

My purpose, hey

"I think I'm trying to explore the possibility that it didn't hit me, so should I close it down? --You must be trying to steal this spectacle. It's not for the King's Landing, it's for you to make money in Futa."

"... you said you were going to make a fortune out of it, Lilac."

That's right.

--Naturally, the purpose of pasta was revealed.

That's why you won't be able to hit me. That's why I still have some room for pasta.

It's just this woman that's creepy. Having understood the purpose of pasta, I don't see how I can do anything about it.

That can't be true. This spectacle belongs to you, that's what you think.

"― ― Do you have a majority of opinions that it was exciting? Besides, it was fun. Compared to before, this is certainly a great success."

The topic turns to the content of the opinion.

A girl with a slight traffic surface - Lilac, pasta snorts.

"Of course."

"But you don't like this voice, or you don't like it? I wonder how this sort of opinion was resolved."

"It's the popularity that makes the anti more popular. One way or the other, they just throw up and dump it at the end. It's not worth remembering."

"Is that so?"

The way you wave your hand and answer is a style that doesn't just say that everything was decided in you.

"Percentage is the only thing that matters in that opinion. To this extent, it's more of a confirmation of the popularity."

"I see.... allow the election to continue."

"Yes, you're finally on the show."

"Yeah."

With permission, there is no longer any reason to be here.

The turning pasta, however, reminded me a lot.

"Speaking of which, Lilac. Didn't you say you'd take care of things before the tournament?

"Yes, I'll clean it up before the tournament."

"Tomorrow it will be the main contest.... that's fine."

Pasta puts his hand on the door as he tries to get out of the room, paying off his completely short red hair.

The voice on his back.

"Please call Huta. I need to talk to you for a second."

"Looks like an interview or something. I'm going home first."

"Of course. Or are you old enough to be with me?

"Ugly jealousy is hidden. See you tomorrow."

Pasta left the room this time after returning to Lilac's boring eyes.

I thought it would be all right if I just called Futa to get out.

In a quiet room, Lilac murmured after drinking the remaining tea.

"Yes, I hope to see you again tomorrow..."