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

--He looked up at the sky.

The boiling cheers crossed my back.

Probably around the time the third game card was presented, he breathed toward the unreachable sky.

Take a few steps out of the stakeholder entrance.

The fountain square in front of us is full of people who might not have entered the venue.

Place the cap's cuckoo around your eyes and create a shelter to block out the sun.

Otherwise, the sun will jump into your eyes - you won't want to cry, but your eyes will be moistened to protect them.

It was fortunate that there were no guests who realized she was Reef Leangrid, gazing at the flowing clouds.

I don't think I can handle it easily right now, and above all, I wanted to be alone away from the arena.

― ― Top 8 in the competition.

That is the final result of Reef Leangride.

Admit it, it was strong.

Both Izna Sicienzan and Eilon B. Smiles were big walls.

And a bonus.

Prim Lancaster, who fought the Iron, and Richter L. Climbroom, who fought himself.

The semi-finals are Eilon B. Smiles vs. Richter L. Climbroom. Honestly, Reef had no idea who would win.

"It was strong, damn it...."

There is no power in murmuring. For some reason, the corners of my mouth were loose.

It was fun.

I asked for a rematch.

Time finally reminds me of his original title.

That's as strong as that, or maybe it's a scam.

But...

I'm sure there's no next time.

My stepfather won't understand how amazing it is to be the top 8 in the tournament.

I could tell myself that I was going to pull up the winner and go home.

Rural, after all. I didn't think it would be impossible to win the tournament with my abilities. No matter how hard I tried, I could never win the election, so my father wouldn't be convinced.

If you punish this, stop being selfish and serve as a noble lady.

I guess that's what they say.

"Phew...."

This brings you to the end of your tournament.

I enjoyed winning the qualifiers desperately, but I was dazed.

Well then, it's time for me to come back. Good luck with the game.

Good luck at best. I'll see to it.

I was unable to respond to the cheer on my back.

That's what I regret asexually.

I wanted to win.

Win, and... I wanted to keep fighting in this place forever.

"- That's a shame."

Ah?

Voice.

Looking back, a man was walking through the side of the fountain.

A two-bladed man holding a cowboy hat to avoid being thrown into a breeze.

"What are you looking at?"

"What a greeting. Did you have a hard time getting your tickets?

I don't know.

Double Sword of the Beast Hunter, Arrows.

To win the qualifiers, he was the last opponent to play a deadly battle - one of the most memorable players in the Riffy War Games.

Reef scratches her cheeks slightly and turns away from the man standing in front of her.

"... I'm sorry."

Why are you apologizing?

"Well...."

I suppressed Arrows and lost the first round in the main contest.

You'll have no choice but to be embarrassed by the irrationality.

However, it was kind of stubborn to say so.

That's why, like a child, Arrows shifts his gaze from Reef to Spectacular.

The walls are high.

Only the cheers of the exciting venue echo. It's strange, and the fact sheets on the lids and pasta don't sound like they're outside. It was the same in the field during the game, and it's kind of strange.

Despite the disappearance of a gladiator named himself, he was self-inspired.

Is that what you think, ego?

Oh, the spectacular walls are really tall.

"- Did you have fun?

Arrows said so, looking at the high wall of spectacles.

At a glance, the color resembles envy in the back of your eyes.

I remember his last words in the game that decided to go to the main election.

This is the main contest.... come and have fun with me too.

Needless to say.

"Oh, that was great."

"... then there's nothing I can say. Haah, I wanted to be introduced to you coolly and I wanted to do it too. Genius Demon Beast Hunter, follow me."

"You're a genius too much."

"I'm a collaborator."

You don't want to do this, Cola.

A moment of cancer.

Eyes meet eyes.

As Arrows raised his eyebrows, Reef blew out.

"Stop it, stop it. It's pathetic. Losers aren't cool with each other."

Heh.

"... it's just..."

"No, I thought it was starting to look good."

"I don't know, but you're here to comfort me?

"No, I'm here to laugh."

"Kill"

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yes, Arrows raised his hands to show that there was no hostility.

Looking at him with his sword on his hand, Reef found something that bothered him.

"... who is that?

"Hmm? Oh. Maybe it's the real deal."

There's a letter on Arrows' finger. The envelope seemed to have been carefully sealed.

"I knew you seemed to be having fun, and after all, the confirmation was the only thing I could do, so I didn't go all the way to see Tsura."

"Wow, that's so fucking low."

"It's just that I had something entrusted to me on the way."

That being said, Arrows sent the letter.

"From whom?

"I was handed over to Sir Richter L. Klimbroom. I think you'd be better off than giving it to me now. I'm glad you remembered watching the qualifying match with you. I got it."

While listening to Arrows' words, Reef takes the letter. I made sure it was addressed to Reef and turned around.

There is no name where it would normally be written by the sender.

But what's strange is how Arrows says it. "I was handed over."

I mean, just say that the sender is not Richter.

And I realized. I put my hand on it trying to open it, and it was a wax seal.

On the royal emblem.

"... heh!?

― ― Arena Spectacular.

The rest time set with the end of the second match.

A breathtaking Fouta looks down and the card of the third match is already dancing in the field.

Lilac M. Fangini vs Bob

Of course, the audience who cheered on the card decision wanted to see Lilac at a glance.

On the contrary, Bob, who is known to be the guardian of the King's City, has a friendly voice of jealousy and contempt. It's like being treated like a villain (heel), but he's probably popular in King's Landing as the laughing field flies.

Besides, Lilac M. Fangini.

Originally, her games attracted a large audience, and the already warm venue was on the verge of enthusiasm.

Eilon VS Prim and Reef VS Richter thrived just as Lilac imagined or beyond, but I don't know.

However, I hope that she will achieve results that do not disappoint her.

Like that, Futa thought.

Is Master Lilac's first match with Bob?

"Do you know him?

Pasta, who was drinking spectacular juice next door, leaned his neck tightly.

Though I have heard about the reason for continuing to play mode until the break time, I feel even more ill. However, I know that putting it on my face will lead me to smile, and Futa tried to ignore it without trying to make the air any worse.

"... it's on your face. Oni-chan?

"Forgive me."

"Isn't that strange anymore?

Smell and smell.

Failing to say anything to that treacherous smile, Huta pulled the subject back to the chase.

"Bob is a guard for a friend of Prim's, and I have a lot to do with him. It's a common wig, and Prim seems pretty handy to me."

It was really sticky in the qualifiers.

"Oh, so what would Lilac do?"

"... sure."

Bob showed an unusual amount of stickiness in the final round of the qualifiers.

What a muddy style that deliberately achieved and broke the condition of being stunned many times and still standing at the end.

Though not so prominent in martial arts, the strength of its endurance and will is respected honestly by Futa.

What makes him so strong?

Futa was also purely interested in his patience, which could not be read from the trajectory.

But that's why it's hard to get a match with Lilac.

Normally, Lilac would have unilaterally advanced the game and continued to defeat Bob, who stood up many times.

Whether Lilac takes it for granted or not.

There was something I didn't know.

"There won't be a hundred years in front of oniichan."

While gently stroking his lips, Pasta groans disturbingly.

I was sure Lilac would think of something, but Pasta thought.

Oh, no, pasta.

"Hmm? Hey, oniichan?

……

"Don't look at me like that. I'll kill you.

"Don't say that horrible thing with a childish smile... no, how did you decide on a match card after all?

Yes, it is.

If Lilac was playing with all the cards, he probably tried to win the finals with Futa.

I knew about it even with the boulder lid.

I just didn't. On the contrary, it was an accident that hit Bob completely randomly.

Next to Pasta's assessment of Lilac as a rapist, Huta was anxious about the card as a pure question.

And I know that Pasta and Lilac are leading this project.

She will know the card best.

Um... The princess is surprised that it's fair.

"No surprises, no surprises."

"Really? Well, that's fine. He wants to be the champion of the sword."

Really?

I want to be a champion of the sword.

It is that night's vows that recall the words.

The day when Huta was recognized by Lilac. The night I danced on the balcony.

I want to be the champion of the gladiator. I want to see what you saw one day. I could dream about it because I could do it on the floor, right?

Show the country. It doesn't matter in any profession. This country is the place where you can freely deal with what you are good at. Perfect for that, isn't it?

She is about to walk the way to the king, as she said.

"So it was entirely up to me to decide which qualifiers to win. Just..."

"Just what?

"The combination of the semi-finals and the finals could be a trick."

"Really?

"This is my speculation... Isn't that the condition for the acquisition of Eilon?

"What do you mean?

"Don't you see?

You know, pasta keeps saying things.

Her guess was roughly this.

Now that I've rubbed all of Eilon's sins against Conrad, I'm sure I'll use her in the future. At least it should be a hand to boost the spectacle.

But that's not how we can protect that killer. If what she wants is a fight, the card that Lilac can cut off the eye-rune is not money or security, but a fouta.

That way, I'll hit you in the finals with Futa, and you'll have enough conditions.

Lilac has no intention of losing. If you score in the finals with Huta, there is no other combination.

Well, this is all speculation.

"... I think it's too much on the boulder."

Really?

"Even if I keep telling you what to do as a hand, I think it's more random than saying it's random. Because if you go with that logic, Lilac doesn't think you can beat me."

"... isn't that true?

"No... you're always trying to win. That will is true no matter how many times you fight."

"... Hmm. Well, I don't know about the gladiator."

Somehow dissatisfied, the pasta threw up.

"Besides, I can't tell if Mr. Richter or Eilon wins."

"It doesn't matter either way, does it? If you can't win on your own, aren't you stirring things up like you're wrong?

"... that's certainly not an impossible story."

"But Ma"

Lost interest, Pasta put a cheek wand on his desk.

I'm worried about whether the malice is okay, but I can't fix it - it seems like there's something frustrating about it.

"--If that's what you say, then yes."

"What is that?"

"Nothing."

Do you think it is good to imitate a child?

I don't know what I dislike about it right now.

Do you want Lilac to be that bad?

There were many things I wanted to say.

However, if Fouta really wants to tell her one thing, there is only one.

"That nice pasta."

……

The pale eyes glanced at Futa.

"--Master Lilac is really serious about fighting a sword."

"Ah... it doesn't matter."

But the words didn't seem to reach anything.

It's just...

The two of us still don't know that this question is the key.