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

--Before the sun goes down. Arena Spectacular.

Futa, who broke up with Prim, looked around at the spectacular interior.

An empty field illuminated by a red oblique sun.

A quiet hallway where footsteps echo.

There are no more Primes in the closed information booths or stores.

However, the Fouta walking in it didn't get strange or sad.

I thought that the arena without the audience would wake up a little more memories and hurt my heart.

Such a memory of chest pain during the Colosseum, headaches that make you feel, drowning in the darkness without answers, without dying.

It has not been wiped out. It's just healed.

That's why I thought it would feel a little darker.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

Who can look forward to tomorrow in the arena?

I did.

A voice from behind.

Turning around, there was a tiny pot with a hood on it.

"Is my sister good?

"There's nobody here. My sister is closed. My heart will die."

"Oh, yeah. Well, don't."

"You."

Ha, and from her little sigh, Huta can spin her gaze around the spectacle.

A few days ago, I walked back from Lilac to the inner passage of the general passenger seat. From this high place you can see the Battlefield.

I made a big shadow on the sunset soon, and it was beautiful.

Well, let's go home.

It was her orders to look around the arena.

I'll come back and talk to you about it in preparation for the main election tomorrow. Such a roadmap had already been built in the foot.

But pasta shakes his head.

"Unfortunately, You're calling. Lilac is calling in the waiting room."

Say it first.

"You started talking nonsense."

It's my fault.

That's right.

- It's your fault.

I'll show you with my mouth and my mouth up.

When I heard the call from Lilac, it would fly away, so I was just lying down with fun. That's all.

That's why I thought I'd run right away.

"So, do you want to talk about what you saw today at night?

"... that's right. If you come back."

"Can't I come home?"

"That's what you want."

"What do you mean?"

--The big body in front of you is not turning away from you.

"Why don't we go? Normally, you run like a dog."

"Is that what you think I am? I can't keep Master Lilac waiting."

"But what?

I didn't really know why he stopped, so I rarely and purely tilted my head.

I can't tell you what a special victory it is to see you off. Every day, there's only one return call from Lilac. Sometimes it is not noticeable.

I don't suppose you want to go with me. Lilac is calling for a Fouta. It's not him who turns his back.

So, do you want to do what you saw and did today right away?

Kids.

A pasta that laughs with its nose and denies the idea - I don't know. The answer was, in fact, positive.

"Thank you."

"What happened? What happened?

In his eyes, he said thanks, but not pasta, near the Spectacular Privilege seat. Probably showing an explanatory seat where she spoke side by side.

"I never thought of that alone."

"Of course. I'm using you to make more money than Spectacular itself. Leave it to me to use your head and work hard."

"- I see."

"I hate being honest. Disgusting."

"You really don't need a word...."

An astonishing gaze shifts to pasta. What surprised me was that Pasta put her arms together.

This is my job in the first place. How much of a popular product would you like to tailor the Fouta material to? There is no compromise there. For the sake of profit, for the Olba Chamber of Commerce, if you don't keep being a tree of gold at the most, we'll be in trouble.

It shouldn't be a kind of thank-you relationship.

Too much engagement with business partners who are moving with a matching interest.

That's when I thought I'd throw you out again.

"--I was surrounded by people for the first time"

The weight of the murmur has been conveyed.

The "past" that I had heard. I have his thoughts on this spectacle. Because I knew.

"I couldn't take care of it as I thought, so I thought the prime was awesome again. No, that's fine. I just feel like I'm one step closer to it because of you. Explain it better? I'll do my best to be able to.... that's all I'm saying."

……

Is it true that you want to rush to Lilac?

He turned back his heel again at night, and apparently doesn't care about our reply.

Hah, exhale like you're spitting something up inside your chest.

"What do you owe me? I'm not on your side with your favorite bitch. If you feel obliged, you'll regret it."

That was the best I could say.

Yet he turned his back and ran as if it didn't matter, waving his hand flat without even looking back.

Oh, I want to kick your ass. That back.

Inhaling heavily, she screamed.

"Futa!!

With her usual unconscionable expression on her face, she speaks with confidence.

"I'm going to be busy tomorrow!!!

A man who didn't look back just now pointed his thumb at him.

"- I hope so. What is that?"

To be a champion is too unattractive.

I had to think about the behavior, and she came home thinking about it.

Without a few miniatures, I was chased.

"Dear Lilac, It's Futa."

"Go ahead."

Lilac appeared in one of the athletes' waiting rooms.

Futa didn't know why she chose this place. That's why I had no reason to ask.

The silence in the waiting room is no different than before the game.

At the end of the battle, just like in a relaxed arena, there is a slightly lonely atmosphere of sunset.

Sitting loosely on a long chair, she greeted Futa with a look back as usual.

The cup in his hand was empty.

"Shall I brew some tea?

"No, thank you."

Say no to her who shakes her head unusual.

"Sit down."

― So...

It was shown next door. I was distracted that it was too tight, and it was rude to open it too much. Huta sat down like a lost compromise.

"It's been a while since I've felt like this."

"Fufu. We still had to move forward with our goals while we started Spectacular. To each other."

"That's right.... I was wondering what to do when you first told me to pair up with pasta."

"Isn't that a bad idea?

"Yes... really"

The lid nodded bitterly.

Originally, the two men were forced to work together by Lilac's exploitation.

It was terrible in the first place, and there were often troubles caused by discord.

But now that we know each other's efforts.

What do you think? Beyond "

Then, the gaze is directed towards the lid.

I wonder why.

Even though it was supposed to be a conversation that never happened, Futa took a breath.

This tight air, as if it were pointing to the wrong choice, is almost unlike the spectacular club at the end of the show.

"--Are you sure you can do it alone?

I didn't know for a moment what the question was saying.

I'll do it alone, which means I don't have to be next door to the pasta.

"That's..."

Actually.

Fouta did not understand the importance of the "live" standing position of the pasta.

I was told to give an explanation, and I was just right.

Perhaps one person, or someone other than pasta, could sit in that seat and do the same.

That would be fun if Corona were next door.

To dream of such a thing, I could say that I despised the position of reality.

It can't be helped.

No matter how hard Pasta works, she can't understand what kind of tunes she shows in her "business owner" area so that she can't feel the excitement of samurai on her skin.

In that sense, if someone "explains" how her reality is superior, the story would have changed again, but after all.

Speaking of which, Futa certainly didn't mind sitting in a live seat other than pasta.

So...

"--That's impossible. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be able to do anything."

That's how I told you to be honest.

Lilac slightly opens her narrow eyes.

Let's hear it.

"Honestly, I don't really understand the situation. I wonder if anyone else who can see the situation will do it well."

I know she's fighting in an area that Futa doesn't know.

I know her who was locked up in her study while Futa was asleep.

I know her who is trying to make her dream come true.

"But if it wasn't him, I wouldn't be able to. He's really trying to get me to the top, so I'm finally standing right now."

The first time I got cheers from someone was his manners.

The first time I could get my money, he was the only one I found as a gladiator.

The first time I was surrounded by people, I'm sure they stood me up as I was told.

I regret that.

Futa doesn't know the logic that leads to it, and she doesn't know where to go.

I don't just rely on it.

She said. Be reciprocal as a business partner.

From now on, Futa has to take out everything she has stacked up so far and respond to her setup.

If only you had made a path that you couldn't even move on. It is me who runs. I'll say it with my chest up. He said he was the one who ran.

But I can't keep my chest up. That's all.

Not in front of Lilac, not in front of Corona.

"--I can prove that I can do it even if I'm" unemployed "because I let him work with me. It's all thanks to Lilac."

"Is that so?"

Lilac frowned slightly unpleasantly.

"Honestly, yes.... I miss you a little."

Eh?

"I feel like you're getting along with her."

"Ah no... on the boulder."

You think I can get in touch with you with the ease of a pasta partner?

The words cut her chest and Futa shook her head.

"It's too rude to be with Lilac."

"Sisters?

"That's the word???

Lilac sighed small and stood up on her neck, tilted so tightly that it could twist.

"I see. Shall we go?"

"Well, which way?

--Her words suddenly appeared.

Lilac whispered to Futa, who raised his face unexpectedly.

"Depending on your opinion, I was thinking about what to do. After all, I think it would be better if you accompanied me."

Before she said anything, she went on.

"For a little trap, she's a trap."

"Whoo-ah, pasta!?

"Yes, I thought you were dead when you died. Let's hurry if it's necessary for you."

"Ladies, Lilac!!

Yep. You look like you don't care if you die.

It's exactly the same as one day.

After all, what Lilac is doing has not changed now or in the past.

"What is it?

--From now on, I will expose my half-sister, who separated blood, to terrible pain.

--I didn't know what to do with someone else who just split the blood.

I understand.

Because I know. Gu, bite your back teeth.

"... no. Let's hurry up. Where is it?"

"Twelfth parcel Eitel Church. Well, now it's an abandoned church... but it's the root castle of Iroon."

- Near Aitail Church. Alleyways.

"[]/(adv, adv-to) (on-mim) slightly/slightly/" The woman was dragging Nanica.

"It's a little early for an evening stroll... but it's not easy to gracefully go on a leisurely sightseeing trip"

You're not going to take a step back before a lot of men. The smile, which is still pleasant in a killer atmosphere, is like sunflower illuminated by sunlight.

"" Aria "...!"

With Conrad at the forefront, the men also stand up.

The crushing gaze that made them worthwhile was probably called "Aria".

"I heard there's a good thing going on around the church today... that's pretty good."

On the walls of the alley.

A manifestation of fighting spirit breaks through them in the wind.

"Hey... what are you pulling?"

"Oh, this?"

Ha, ha. It sounded like a bag of water had been thrown out in front of them with one hand - a body with only the upper body.

"Beck!!!

"Were you a friend? I'm going to offer you a date, so I just got excited - and then I realized it was half."

"You... kill a few knights...!

"Yes? A knight?

She leans her head and laughs with her umbrella on.

"Ah... I don't distinguish between warriors. Knights, mercenaries... don't you think it's a boring classification? Each and every one of us"

Loving rhetoric, however, is grossly creepy simply because of its distorted expression.

"None of us are the same: the sword, the sword, the fist, the heart. Isn't it arrogant to treat only those with a knight tag?

"Shut up!! If I kill you, it's ours!!

Once Conrad screams, the girl drops her gaze on the girl next door.

By the way...

"... what?"

I was trying to escape if there was a gap.

But she didn't come to help herself anyway.

Instead of standing in the way of an escape route, you said you wouldn't let yourself escape.

"May I ask you one question?"

"... here?

"Yes, it's very convenient for you to be here."

"Hah......!?

I looked up at what he was saying, and I couldn't help but wonder what pasta was. Yes, even pasta draws your voice.

"Hih...."

"You... tell me about Futa's sister."

"You must be lying...!

Step back.

But she won't forgive it.

"So, with your lover?

"How many jokes can you make...?

* Giggle *, your gaze is getting pregnant, madness.

Dark, lightless eyes that are about to be swallowed.

But did she decide that there was no lie in Pasta's words?

"... you don't want to be too close?

and leaned his neck in a lonely manner.

Yes, that's right.

"... there's no way..."

"What?

Sighs like giving up.

Could it have been better if I told you it was Futa's sister? The pasta was overwhelmed by a mistake in judgment for a moment, but I felt more scared when I nodded at the madness of those eyes. And the intuition was right.

"I thought it would be a pleasure to kill someone with a bond of love... but I'm not interested in you."

In an instant she disappeared from sight.

It was convenient to split between pasta and conrad in time.

"Don't be silly. There's no way he's gonna make it out of this before I die."

So I threw up and took a step back. I thought I'd try my best to get out of here, but it's awkward this time if they split up and chased me. It's not sweet enough to get away with a painful leg.

Here, I will judge by how she fought.

If it is true that we have slaughtered 10 knights, how much can we do with this number of people? There is a limit to the number of people who can only pass in a narrow alley at once, and it is already in a state of being surrounded from all directions.

Conrad is also good at that area.

"Blonde hair there. Are you Conrad?

"Oh no, it's the name of the man who killed you!!

"That's a good temper. Then, if you don't kill him, he'll do anything else - let's sing together. Until it sinks and bubbles disappear."

She, with her umbrella, suddenly vanished.