"If I... sing and dance, I'll get the money...?
Pasta was conflicting.
In front of you is a costume.
It's light blue.
I'm not sure if it goes well with my redhead or if the costume that happened to be there is this.
"No, wait, wait. Isn't that weird?
For example, there was a plan to be a spectacle of someone wearing this costume and singing and dancing in the crowd.
I can't believe it's the right size for me.
"... and what is this flip-flop? It's a waste of good fabric."
A folded circular skirt that is almost as long as your thighs are exposed, with a fold that extends to your arms.
Frames like Pannier, which are lined up, feel the wasted height of sewing technology.
Grab him gently, sigh and shake his neck, dropping his costume on the table.
I can't get a light blue one either.
It's not my favorite color.
Intuitively, I think so.
And if you look at the costume half-eyed, you'll feel uncomfortable.
Pure innocence. I wonder if that image is in this color.
It doesn't suit me. I think so instinctively.
I don't want to blame or deny that someone is wearing it - I just don't want to leave it around me much.
It's not the same color as my favorite pale red, peach, or cherry blossom.
At the very least, let's change the color.
I'm going to give you so many samples, I can't believe there's only one on the boulder.
Beyond the door, he looked at them waiting for them to come out dressed.
You can't see anything over the wall, but you can hear a conversation.
Earlier, I was thrilled by the fighting sword talk.
Stand up in the semi-finals, play the conversation with how it went in the finals. Occasionally, the secretary named Mion is mixed up, and the word "dumpling" fits perfectly.
People are so worried.
"- But there's only one thing that bothers me. Fouta"
"What?
And when the conversation calmed down to a certain extent, the pasta broke and tried to enter.
"I know why the semi-finals were so exciting. I just... did I have to do that?
"What do you mean?
"I have to tell you, don't you understand? I didn't know you were close enough to fight her from face to face."
"You're such a good friend...."
"Actually, what do you think? Make friends and pretend to be your brother and sister."
It's kind of hard to get in, so stop your feet in front of the door.
I could at least feel the feeling of saying, "Do it where you are completely absent." I think it's because I think pasta is changing clothes. It is stranger that we are listening without looking at our costumes.
"First of all, I still don't forgive you for trying to sell Corona away."
I snorted my nose at the words that came out of Huta.
It was within the bounds of expectations.
I won't forgive you.
I didn't do anything wrong.
The conflicting claims are two distinct "lines".
Rather, she had a feeling that she was going out on an equal footing because she did.
"That's not gonna change."
"Ah... I guess so. That's not all."
In one word, Pasta raised her eyes with a slight confusion. It doesn't look like Futa, though.
"I already know how hard he's been working and how hard he's been working. Whether it's the right or the wrong direction, it's not up to me to rule on it."
"Sometimes you don't forgive me, do you?
"Oh, I've decided not to forgive him until he apologizes to Corona. But that's because... corona is important to me."
Perhaps, as you think of yourself, Huta puts a beat.
"I guess I'm a pretty good bastard. No matter where Pasta falls... if the guy in front of me stays laughing with his usual angry face, I can't be an enemy anymore no matter what he does."
"I see. You're not going to carry what's called the cause."
"If there's a rule in me, it's just being on the side of someone important."
"Well... I'm not even in a position. Isn't that nice?"
Richter's casual tone.
Futa, who accepts, also talks like she doesn't have enough chat.
However, the content of the story is completely gone.
"But Futa. There's something interesting going on here."
"What?
"... even if you didn't forgive her."
Richter asked straight "that."
Da (...) or La (...)?
Yes, it is.
I won't forgive him. He said so.
But - just because I won't forgive you doesn't mean anything.
You can hear a small, exhaling sound.
"No, well, you're right."
The sound of stirring the teacup with sugar.
"I said I won't forgive you, and I can't harass him anymore.... if I tell Corona, I'm sure it won't hurt either."
One day, Corona told Futa.
Pasta is already beyond the "what do you want" range.
I said, "I can't help it anymore."
That's why I couldn't throw it all away, and I couldn't walk by.
"You're bound to something like that, you are. No, I like His Highness that much. Is that what you're talking about?"
Oh, my God. What does that mean?
"Shut up, asshole."
"Suddenly!?
The worse Lilac is, the angrier he gets.
I don't care if I get scolded.
A man of such helplessness slightly loosens his mouth over the wall.
"- Well, what is it? Ah."
Voices of trouble crossing fillers, choosing words.
"When I became a champion, when I was first teamed up with him, I was able to save up as much as I liked."
"What's the point of that stupid head?"
"Basically, I hear what he says, but if you don't like it, Lilac will do it later."
"It was a horrible point passing through the terrible."
I also agreed to pasta over the wall.
But if this beast gets in a bad mood, the princess will fight herself? I'd say stupid. It's not a loud bet.
"I've saved a lot of points."
"I don't want to know exactly how many numbers I'm going to get retaliated against."
Well, I don't really know either.
"The sin of ignorance is too heavy."
It was unusual for her to even agree with Richter - but the next word was water for her too.
"Yesterday, I had it all written off."
"... oh. Your Highness forgave me."
"I was pushed so hard."
Hey.
"Do you think this is about Lilac?
Richter asked in complete disregard of Huta's thunder.
"Why did you write it off?
"Well, I guess that's the answer. I didn't know how Lilac would settle it with him."
"It must be miserable..."
"? Oh, it's a reckoning. I just don't want to see him feel a little nasty anymore."
"... I see."
So, well...
--If I was careful, I just stood up.
Don't even put your ear against the wall to listen. Without shrinking into hiding. You can't even pretend to change.
"I don't think you want to cry alone anymore."
That's a misleading way to put it.
"Ah... no, I'm a little worried, but I can't find any other words."
By the way, a 14-year-old marriage is legal.
"Stop it! That's not how it works! No, I don't want him to be a woman!
"Where is His Highness?
"What? Is that how you look at Lilac?
"I'm scared of my eyes. And that's a wish."
"You don't think Lilac is attractive?
"No, no, no, no, Your Highness, don't get stuffed. Your Highness c2, Your Highness e2, Murray. That's it."
"What are you talking about?
"You!?
The conversation barely got into my head.
"... what is that?"
I think back to the kitchen that day.
He came all the way to the Mansion looking for him.
The mug, which was supposed to be warm, didn't feel anything, just staring at the hot air.
The blurred vision is due to steam entering the eyes. I made that excuse and tried to get back to work alone. Four people were supposed to be in the Mansion that day, but I felt like I was back alone.
I was halfway tied up, so...
"Now it's my turn to make your dream come true."
……
You don't have to tell me.
"Besides, I won't cry anymore."
Yes, murmur.
He turned his back on the door once.
"Oh, no, pasta's too late."
I see. Did you pick flowers? "
Hmm, Mion smiled faintly at the two people who were wearing arms and listening to the conversation silently.
"Fufu. It's a long time to get dressed, you two."
"Whoa."
"Say something... I want to die..."
A few miniatures later.
A girl holding her peeled arm in a strange position was in the docking room.
Fluffy puff sleeves on the shoulders.
The upper body has a texture like underwear with a clear body line and sparkling decoration. Did you use the edge of the jewelry? The design only seems beautiful to an amateur.
And the fluffy mini skirt is ruffled to create a girl's breath - the socks up to the lap are also in light blue with a cute white pattern.
"I wish my eyes hadn't rotted."
"Is that all you have left? You want me to sing and dance? There's a lot of shame on me."
Grip your fists and smile aggressively.
"Wait, wait, wait. No, I think it's so cute, yeah."
"I can't feel the admiration, oniichan?
"Objectively, I think it's a very good reputation, so am I. There are so many fans of yours in the first place, I think I'd be delighted. Maybe with the kids."
"I don't think you can analyze customers. It's kind of cloudy, it's disgusting."
"Er... I'm telling you when it's happening. So it's my subjectivity?
"What?"
"I like yours as usual."
Pasta is more popular in spectacular than 9 years old.
Normal "owner" - no, he says it's better to just pasta pomodoro.
In one word, I opened my eyes slightly.
I snorted my nose at the man in front of me who didn't admire me honestly.
"Hmm, I'm talking about this outfit right now. What are you talking about?
"Ahh!? Listen to me, or else!
"My customers like me better, you know? Hey, brother?
Well then, it suits me, my objectivity!
Until brushing, you'll look up in a back-to-back manner.
A slightly cheerful expression appeared.
"Without knowing..."
Richter leaks a blurry, vague murmur.
Nevertheless, I am relieved that this will help her earn Spectacular Clubs herself.
Pasta, who was playing with Futa, turned to him and told him that he understood his behavior.
"Ah, give me 50 million gallons.
"Hmm... do you remember?"
Me, throw up and go after Richter.
She smiled joyfully and caught on to her sweetness.
"Wow, Pasta is depressed that you can't pay me. Cry, onii-chan."
"Hey, don't stick around!
"At least feel ashamed of yourself!
"You're a mess!? What, are you ready!?
"Can I make money with shame and pride?!!!
That's enough!
A fouta that tries to keep a distance from the sticky pasta that touches the chest plate.
And when he found the phrase that bothered her, Richter opened his eyes and looked at her.
Pasta cries. That technique of playing sweetly to Futa.
"... I can't believe you just..."
Did you hear that? and.
The word was never spinned to the end.
Looking back at her from an invisible angle, she put her index finger on her lips with a playful smile.
"Oh, my God."
Richter shakes his head.
That's all.
"Now that you're finally seeing the black, let's do it!