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

- Night, in the pasta.

Today is the anniversary of the unusual event decided by the main contestants, such as the fact sheets on Fouta and Pasta.

In order to celebrate this happy day, the maid dressed the disgusting leaf, decorated the dining room with decorations, set up more cuisine on his arms, and seated the leaf in his birthday seat.

I had him sit down.

"Hey, what's wrong with this air? I'm not happy at all!

Reef was about to cry.

I felt worse than being put up on the trunk.

Both the main (false) lid and the sister's (false) pasta are indelibly dark.

The discrepancy between this familiar decoration of the party and myself, colored in a fancy dress, was too intense to ask the maid for salvation.

But the maid didn't use the product just because she was glued.

"Hey, hey! Oh, no more pasta!! What the hell is going on?

"Congratulations on competing in this election. I'm here for you. Good luck at best."

"What a compliment!! The village chief's breakfast!

"Hah...."

"So you're sighing!? Me too!!!

"What did the first table air champion say?

"Why did you arrange the characters with so much enthusiasm!? Wow, that hurts!!... sorry!!!! Stop apologizing, you air!!

"Yes, yes, I'll give you the second generation, so I'm glad."

"I don't want to fix it even if I admit it!!!

I think I've worked really hard.

Such a loud murmur melted away in the cafeteria.

"Help, oniichan!!

……

"Hey!! Futa!!"

"Ah, it's me."

"You... are you okay, so..."

If my brother and sister lie, they'll find out who else they are.

A word with such thoughts is not noticed by Futa.

Nevertheless, Futa is different from pasta, and it says "Sorry" on her face.

Whether it's for Reef or Corona.

And perhaps even pasta.

Looking at his unusual expression, which seemed to implicate him in all his faults, Reef couldn't come out of the boulder either.

"Well, now that the venue is getting better and better, I'm excited to compete in Reef's main contest!!!!

"I can't even read the dust!!

"Maid, I can't read the air.

"You're telling me!?

But I will not lower the cup that I raised.

In her bright voice, Futa laughed loosely and raised the same.

Even the stupid Reef thinks it's better than not riding.

But, please take the pressure of a maid on your thighs and thighs.

Only the red-haired girl glanced at the boring and proceeded with the cutlery.

It's like throwing that air.

The maid sighed helplessly and hit her hand as she noticed.

"Ah, yes. Maid, I forgot to buy sugar. I'll buy some."

"It's unusual... But it's raining, and I'm coming."

"Ah... well then, let's make it sweet... Reef, can you escort me?

"Oh, oh!! Absolutely super!! I want to get in the rain right now!!!

How much do you hate this air?

Reef stood up halfway through the meal. The lid stood up at an unusual speed as it stiffened the dish.

It's too bad to fool the aristocrats, but I'm glad you ate it beautifully, Maid.

All right, let's go. Come on. There was a voice on Corona's back as she watched him push him out.

"What are you going to do?

As always, Corona turned around with a naughty cat-like expression just up her mouth.

"Neither. Maid, I don't know anything about this. I miss the two of you, you witch!"

"Ha, what a witch.... really, it's a very different character from the ancient witch."

"The owners." Everyone!

"... I see."

On her cheek, she threw her gaze at the window of the sound of rain and murmured.

I don't have a reason to talk to you.

"Is that because the maid is the princess's maid?

……

"The rest is from Futa?

……

Nn 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n 'n...

Both of them were correct.

He's a human being. There's not one reason.

Several factors just folded over and decided not to talk. I just threw it away.

However, one of the biggest reasons for this is that.

"Because I'm not on your side?

"... you know very well..."

The eyes staring slowly at Corona were hostile.

Together, I began to call myself Corona.

I was connected to Futa and strangely bound. That's why Corona lowers her eyes like a threat.

A troublesome smile. It's an expression that makes you feel even kinder, as if you were being warned to protect your abandoned kitten.

But Corona somehow figured it out.

"The maid. I have no idea how pasta came to life."

Piko, sit on the chair nearby.

A red-haired girl in front of her, with her legs slightly open and her back held in front of her. A smile on her face distorts her face in an uncomfortable way.

I'm not gonna brag about your misfortune.

"The maid is happy now, right?

― ―

She accidentally bit her lips.

I wanted to shout, "I know." But it was myself who brought misfortune before that happiness.

She was ejecting her jade eyes straight through.

"There were all kinds of pasta, and the maid was like this, or maybe the pasta was angry, or something like that, so I kept it a little away. But maids don't hate pasta."

"... that's bullshit. So what?"

I don't hate it. What a word you can say to anyone.

Her life was not so warm as to be bewildered by such a deaf word.

That's why I stared. But...

"So, no matter what happens, the maid won't hurt the pasta."

"Nh!!"

Her chair rolled in a standing clap.

The shaken hands were reflective. I tried to pull and slap the woman in front of me - I couldn't shake it off. With a smile on his face without moving, he just looked up at her.

"--You can say that a lot."

"I can tell. Hey, pasta."

Like holding back - no. Corona continued with a pleading voice to the nearer opponent.

"Both the maid and Fouta. Even the princess. Stop measuring people at your own distance."

……

"The maid and Futa are certainly close. But, for example, if Futa and Pasta had a fight. Maid, I'm not going to be the enemy of pasta."

"What are you trying to say...!!

I still can't lower my raised hand.

You can't shake it, you can't fit it, it's just a vague emotion.

Measure people at a distance from you. That word is the truth about pasta.

It's moving away. I threw it away.

I mean, it was easier to understand.

I'm afraid of being betrayed without knowing who the enemy is and who the enemy is.

Unlike the sister who manipulated everything.

We moved all of it away and tied it together on the brink of profit.

Unlike loneliness, loneliness.

Only when I was hurt could I understand the other person's feelings.

"What do you want to say?"

That's why I didn't want to ask.

"Huta won't be the enemy of pasta when the princess gives the order."

"That's not true..."

"I can't do this anymore. I like pasta a lot, Master Futa."

"Why are you a little frustrated?"

It's because I'm dissatisfied.

"Hah?... you idiot."

Slowly, I lowered my hand.

I got sick of the crap. Point your tongue at the back of your cheeks and turn your back away from her.

Where did this woman's sweet thoughts really come from?

--How harsh a way of life has been, a habit that comes from the seasons.

That's why I don't like creepy witches.

"--Is this how you preach to Futa?

Turning his back, he asked.

The witch answered.

"I'll talk to Mr Huta, too. Besides, the maid will preach" Friends "./(adv-to, adv-to) (on-mim) flabbergasting/flabbergasting/flabbergasting/"

Ha.

Smile with your nose and walk out.

A sermon, a sermon. She raised her mouth strangely to the effect that she had a man to preach to.

- Late at night.

Fouta, who bought sugar, put the bag away in the kitchen and went back to the room, and there was a maid who was rolling in the bed.

From the front, you can see the top of the head with the headdress.

Engage the two chambers of gold stuck together like the handle of a truck, and roll to the right to the left.

Futa, who had been watching for a while, had forgotten to speak up.

Her eyes, which raised her face, snuggled into contact with Futa.

Ho.

"--I 'm home."

"Nh"

Strange.

It was Futa's idea that there was nothing more thankful than seeing her when she was tired.

Take a breath and sit on the couch in the room once.

She leans on the bed and asks slumpy questions.

"What happened?

"Will you listen to me?

"I'll ask you all night."

"It's hard for both of us....."

While laughing bitterly, Futa looked up at the ceiling blurrily.

Among the pasta houses, the Olba Chamber of Commerce's villa.

When I think about it, I don't know what life is because I live in a place that should also be called the root castle of the Olba Chamber of Commerce, which I hated, and I am worried about its closure.

Your hands must already be blocked. Never worry about me again. "

I didn't have any idea what to say or do.

Lilac said that she had been made a fool of. As far as her reaction was concerned, she apparently ran away without being informed.

It's not that I don't have anything to think about.

It's just...

"My hands are blocked."

"Uhhh...."

No, but her face is so communal that it looks like it even has a baton mark on it.

However, I can't feel the will to scold Futa.

Well...

Of course, the corona rolls down and sits on the bed.

"When Master Huta rescued my maid... you saw it right in front of me. Pasta. Remember that pasta seat right in front of that execution table?

"... ahh"

One day, I'll look back.

Corona was pulled out of the execution stand after the match.

When he ran out to help, Huta remained behind the title of the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

All responsibility was to be borne by the Olba Chamber of Commerce, and Pasta Beatrix disappeared from the stage.

At that time.

She must have seen a lot of interaction between Huta and Corona in front of her.

You're here now, right, in both hands (...)!

"Your hands must be blocked already."

I was aware of what I remember.

I didn't take it so seriously.

But...

"I know how pasta feels, the maid."

"Really?

"Yeah, we're all close. I don't know why. I'm alone. I don't know what's different."

The answer was "profession" for Corona.

"Right in front of me. If only someone had put it as proof that we were friends." Otherwise, "what else do you have to say?

……

"By the way, I'm a maid now! It's like a secret between two people, and they know each other's past! It feels like something!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I can tell you that story now.

I'm sure Corona didn't ask for anything else.

The important thing is that a two-handed lilac takes either the life of the pasta or Lilac's orders.

"I'll give you my life."

Yes, I'm sure no one knows what Fouta told Lilac.

But his behavior must have been more eloquent than his words.

I don't think it's corona or pasta I can't feel.

That's why Futa's "worry" is terribly cheap for pasta.

I've come to help you in Lilac's trap, and that's just a trap or a joke - or a harassment from Lilac.

"There's no point in saying that."

I don't know.

The persuasive tongue is nothing but an empty trick.

That doesn't make sense to the "owner."

"... what do you want to do, Futa?

"Is that for pasta?

"Yeah, maybe I can still do my job. Pasta seems to be trying to keep distance from work."

I see. I hate that. "

"I don't know...."

This does not bother to tell Corona or Lilac.

But for Futa, pasta was the only person who could speak with ease.

We both know what's dirty about each other, and we don't want to show it to anyone, but we can help ourselves out. Pretty close to a business partner who doesn't have to fix it.

It's actually "closer" than Corona and "closer" than Lilac.

That's why all kinds of human thoughts were shaken by this incident.

I want Corona to be happy.

I want Lilac to make my dreams come true.

For that reason, I don't care how much I powder myself.

Then where is the pasta located?

I want Corona to be happy.

I want Lilac to make my dreams come true.

For that reason, I don't care how much I powder myself. And I'll be right here, so please use some pasta.

It's close enough to grab the root of the neck and pull it to hand.

It would be convenient to say so.

But that's not just about Futa.

Pasta, and that's how I used the lid like a horse and carriage.

Pasta is also becoming a special and unexpected opponent for Futa, as long as the distance between the two feels that way.

Again.

More eloquently than words, everyday behavior attracts the surroundings.

That's why we're still strangely bonded to each other, and there's still this stubborn result.

If you ask what you want to do.

If you think about how you want her to turn around.

I'm using you to make more money than Spectacular itself. I'll leave it to you to use your head, and you'll have to work hard. "

─ I can prove that I can do it even if I'm unemployed because I'm working with him.

Stay with him.

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

I'm going to win.

Otherwise, I can't stand it anymore.

I want to win with him.

I want to deliver the victory to him, just once.

"I want him to win my victory. No, we want to win."

To do that, I'm sure it's not just a business relationship.

Not to mention, I don't want to return to a bad relationship.

enough to share the winnings.

Yes, if you're not in the same circle at a meeting like today.

"... thank you, Corona."

"That's good!... but...?

Hmm?

Once again, Corona throws herself into Fouta's bed.

He rolled over and said to his chest, "Something, something, something, something."

She woke up her upper body and said that she was trying to think about it.

"Do you want to fight with the maid?

"I'd die fighting Corona."

"... something!!!

The maid rolled again in large letters.