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

- Night, in the pasta.

I gave you one yawn, and Lifi left the cafeteria that way.

The cherry blossom season's characteristic mild climate does not cause chills in the evenings.

The fragrance of soft tea leaves is a new bud of served tea. A fine dish from First Flash.

The gentle sweetness of the freshly baked cupcake was added to the after-dinner occasion.

"Grass juice and flour thrown into the fire."

"Let's try to explain it deliciously....."

Peloh

Because the taste is delicious anyway.

Next to Futa, who turns such thoughts into a sigh, a girl reaches out to the cupcake silently.

The calm calmed down, or the maid who served tea stuck on her back after glancing at the quiet atmosphere of her.

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Yes, yes, where is it?"

"What's wrong with that noodle?

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Blink. Blink.

The destination where the maid sends a wild gaze.

Looking through the scroll at hand, she seemed to be on her way to work, eliminating the two of them.

The atmosphere of her being here because of the cupcake makes her feel more like a wall than ever before.

― ― Yesterday was a crack that should also be called a breakup.

The intensity of the tournament tends to make her forget, but it was only yesterday that she was chased by Conrad. It's only been a day since we got a clear distance from Fouta.

"Meidoo... what shall we do, Master Futa?"

What's that noise?

"The maid doesn't want to hear that!

"Eh, are you scolding me?

"Seriously!

"Eh, sorry...."

"I can't help it, Mr Huta. Not at all. That's why the pasta stays dry noodles."

"What kind?"

The maid pretended to be angry with her arms tightly.

However, I'm not afraid of anything because my expression is perfectly the usual maid smile.

"... hah"

That kind of interaction must have been in my ear.

One annoying sigh. She took her seat slowly.

"Good night."

Oh, good night, sister.

"... it's too much trouble for me to work. Thank you for your meal."

No snoring or irritating shouting as usual.

She leaves the cafeteria with only a basket of cupcakes and scrolls, as if she had lost interest.

The cafeteria calms down for a moment when the door closes.

"... hmm, it's completely distant. Master Huta, what were you doing today?

"Today is a sword fight and commentary...."

"That's not true!

"No, I know, I know.... but what is it? Because it's a gladiator and a commentary....."

I rode my own cupcake with my cheek wand.

It is today that I think back.

It was at first that she stripped the atmosphere of "stay away from me anymore" and even played her sister as a reality show.

In fact, I think it was until the third match.

It's just...

The fourth game is still very colorful in Futa's mind.

For the first time in my life, I received enthusiastic support and praise after the game.

And then...

─ Hurry up, gladiator?

The smile I showed you with that word.

Good for you, oniichan

The emotion in that voice.

And when the eyes met after the game, the familiar expression that made a fool of somewhere could never be regarded as that of the distanced person.

I don't know what he wants to do.

……

She said to distance herself.

She told me not to come any closer.

She was told that her words and actions were meant to be true.

I also knew her intentions when she came to the main election.

However, I don't know what to do if you show me such a gap. I wonder if I can put it back.

However, the result is a dining room for only two people.

If you raise your face, smile and smile, the maid.

It looks as fun as usual, dependable as usual, just a little lonely.

Corona always pushes her back to see what she wants to do.

However, because I got close to what I wanted to do, I was able to have a distorted relationship with my sister now.

Rather, Futa didn't know what she wanted to do.

Let's go get the winner.

Even when she declared so, her answer was ignored.

I don't think it sounds anything.

If you really wanted to have a working relationship, I hated it, and I was going to push myself through it.

The words and actions she occasionally showed led Futa astray.

"... no, Master Futa"

"Corona?"

Loosen up, the two chambers of gold shake.

She lowered her eyebrows in trouble and told her.

Pasta?

A very gentle smile.

"I don't know what I want to do. I can't help it anymore."

In the words he was told, Futa had no choice but to speak up foolishly.

I can't help it.

What does that mean?

"I want to throw it away, and I want to get back to my original work relationship. But I can't. I can't do this anymore."

Just as Futa can no longer be the enemy of pasta.

"I love pasta, Futa."

"Hmm...!?

"It's not love!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ah, yes.

Bam, shock to the table.

Futa is also convinced that it is not in the boulder.

"... that's why there's nothing I can do. But I think I have to throw it away."

"... that's it. After all, I wonder if it's Lilac-sama's problem."

"The biggest one is probably. But...."

Close your eyes and Corona will look back on her past.

Everyone in his past was trying to get rid of himself.

Corona defended herself by abandoning her feelings.

With a similar past, she must have scratched herself by turning everything against her enemies.

I'm sure she's not used to having someone next door.

"... okay, Corona"

Corona raised her face as she stood up.

"Are you going?

Ah.

At a time like this, this guy really is.

Yes, the corona laughed, lowering her throat in trouble.

I think that my own self is the coolest.

I'm sure he doesn't know half of Pasta's emotions.

But that's fine. Humans are easy to understand.

A word from Futa to Corona who looked up.

"I haven't had a good night yet."

Look, I knew it was selfish.

"... I searched because I wasn't in my room or my study."

What a nuisance.

At last, Fouta found her standing on her back.

One person in a room full of gentle fragrances, without looking back, rounded off in one word, the same attitude as before.

But...

"Thank you."

Fouta's first word was that.

I didn't say good night, so I came here.

But it's still too early to say that.

'Cause nothing's over.

We must not finish today.

Today was the best day of my life.

You have to finish what's best in life.

That's selfish.

But that selfishness has always been the case.

I have touched the hearts of people who can't help but feel sympathy and compassion.

"... I told you I didn't want to thank you."

"Sorry, that's right. But I can't. Your business and mine aren't getting along."

……

The words to return are silent.

Futa exhaled, saying he was a troublemaker.

I'm not making a fool of you, I'm not mocking you.

It's not troublesome for Fouta.

Futa knew what she was thinking now.

Whether the relationship is good or not. You thought that there was room for reflection.

My business will certainly be a major contribution to the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

But she already knows how much she owes you.

That's why you admit that you're not getting along.

As a "manager," sincerely, but for that reason.

That's why it's troublesome.

"I've benefited from all kinds of people. There are three big ones."

"... three?

There was a reaction for the first time.

There must have been two of them in her scenario.

Step forward.

"One saved my life. He saved me from the abyss, and he recognized my worth."

One more step, step forward.

"One saved my heart. I forgot to laugh or cry. He gave me what I used to be."

Coming to the center of the room, Huta stopped.

……

Her little back never turned around again.

Futa already knows how much she carries on her back.

"One. You made my dream come true. I've been scratching my feet all day, dreaming that I couldn't reach. He said he was going to deliver it to me... and today he made it happen."

"Eh...."

--I didn't tell her. No, it was not communicated.

I feel grateful. I was glad to hear that.

But how heavy is it? I was going to tell you, and maybe you didn't.

"... the last two are superior."

What came back was a cold thrustback.

But somewhere. Why does she even feel her emotions?

"That's not true."

"There is, isn't there? I mean, there were two people who saved me."

"... maybe."

Definitely.

I may have saved two before.

But that doesn't make any sense now.

"But if the last one had come true from the beginning, I wouldn't even have flown to King's Landing. I don't even need you to save me."

……

"I couldn't help it all. That's why I'm here. For me..."

They're all really big.

That's when it came into my mouth.

Bye.

The voice of a girl who doesn't look back sounds very loud.

Like blocking Huta's words, Huta also unintentionally shuts up.

Her murmur ripped apart a moment of silence.

"You."

I wonder what the breathing behavior is. Are you nervous?

It's like releasing what was tied to the depths of your heart.

It was some kind of "confession."

I can't say what I want to say, but the person who tells me to squeeze it is definitely the same as the person who conveys his thoughts.

"--If Lilac asks you to kill me, will you protect me?

Don't turn your back.

Futa shuts her mouth for a moment.

That question turned out to be something she was really afraid of.

Because I realized that the question would be a big proposition for Futa.

Because I knew that question was a choice.

But apparently the silence was perceived as a denial to her.

"... that's a horrible story. Forget it."

Murmuring is too much.

Too much, cut it.

This choice transforms thin, filmed walls into strong ones.

Her question as to whether the wall would break or turn it into something visible was probably because the very thing that pressed her to make that choice was as terrifying to her as a "confession."

So...

I took a step over the wall.

"I gave Lilac my life."

The first word was denied.

Her lip chewing expression was not visible from behind.

"I decided to fight for her."

The declaration is a clear answer that pushes her away.

So...

"- Stop it!!

Screaming voices echo through narrow rooms.

A moment of silence.

"... I understand. Already."

Enough answers.

You won't have to hurt any more pranks.

I cried so miserably.

You don't have to hurt me? Which mouth?

I've done enough to get hurt.

No matter how much you do, I've been prepared to live.

Why do you make such a noise with just this?

It's pathetic and tears come out.

--From this guy.

Why is it so painful just to say so clearly?

"--I won't stop."

Huh

That's why it's extra.

Words are used as blades and pierced.

Hyu, this unpleasant sound of air entering your throat on its own.

"I mean, I haven't said anything yet."

"... well... now..."

How long has it been since the work at hand stopped?

Both hands were relentlessly lowered.

Huta stood behind her standing up.

Say whatever you want.

"... ahh"

Definitely.

Exhale.

I made up my mind. I don't know how much it hurts.

Still, time is great.

Someday, it's bound to pass.

It was a sad hope.

But...

"- That's why. For example, Lilac told me to kill you. Then I can protect you and die."

- Eh... and.

Zero words indicate no emotional color.

But...

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen in the first place. The worst part, the worst part."

"... you gave Lilac your life, right?

"So if I don't need you, I don't need you either. I'm just one of them."

"... you fight for Lilac."

"It's not for Lilac that you're gone."

"... you..."

A trembling voice.

Answering the question is as pale as usual.

But it was all about Lilac.

It's only natural that she herself talked to Lilac about it.

--I 'm sure she won't be able to help anymore.

I don't even know what I really want.

"Besides"

So...

"--I enjoy fighting with you the most."

Best.

As she hardens,

So...

Huta told him.

Lined up next to her who didn't turn around.

I put out the fire at hand.

"I'm not making lemonade by myself."

The location is the kitchen.

Stand next to her with her back turned.

The boiling water was poured gently into her cup.

"... shut up"

"Wow, how much sugar do you put in it?"

"Shut up."

You eat cupcakes in addition to that.

"Shut up."

"Anything at night."

"Shut up!!!

Turned around.

What an ugly face!

The expression of hostility stripped out of his eyes with irritability, unable to suppress tears.

But when I saw that face, Futa smiled.

"You finally saw me."

"Shut up... what?... what are you doing?"

"It's my new dream to have a cool conversation here."

"Die."

Move, and your fist will fly.

She hit her abdomen and took the hand painfully.

"... let me ask you one thing."

"... what?"

It's your job to repay the favor you've received.

It's always the same, Futa's reason to live.

She was always scratching her feet.

I always fought and lived desperately.

If I didn't want to lose, it was the first time I felt that way.

So, there's only one thing Futa can do.

"What's your" win "?

All you have to do is make it happen.

Now it's my turn to make your dream come true.