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

- Sir Richter L. Klimbroom is early in the morning.

Wake up on time and wake your torso.

It's just starting to whiten outside. The wind is slightly chilly when the curtains are opened.

Quietly change your robe and dress lightly, without summoning a chamberlain.

Grab Gladius, who was standing beside the bed, and walk alone to the large garden of the mansion.

Along the way, wash your face with water and drank it into your body, which is still drowsy.

There is no one in the garden today.

He exhaled one breath and lowered his hips on the soil.

If you move violently immediately, you will be injured.

First, I will start from where I firmly extend my body, and while feeling the warming body temperature, I will think about my work today.

Looking back on the schedule to some extent, some time the blood will be cut off and your body will move sufficiently.

If you don't stretch it especially carefully on cold days, even the joints won't open well.

Muscles don't work unless they're warm. It is also the cause of injury, the cause of defeat, and thus the loss of life.

When you're ready, start with a fixed movement.

Carefully remind your body that you can do your moves with reflection at any time, one by one.

Even if you remember it, don't forget to soak it in time and time again.

That was what Richter could do this morning.

If you can hear the birds and feel the heat of sunlight on your back, it's about time.

Hold your rising breath and lower Gladius.

Good work, Richter.

Oh, good morning.

Soon afterwards he exchanged words with the secretary Mion, who was standing in front of the door, and picked up a towel to wipe his sweat.

Breakfast will be served from now on.

Well, then I'll take a shower.

"Yes, sir. Together."

"I don't need it."

Can I help you change?

"I don't need it."

"At least I'll bring you something to eat."

"Don't bring anything odd."

"I wore it yesterday..."

Go home.

"I'm kidding, yes. Don't take it seriously. Fufufu"

……

If you throw a depressed gaze, the butler woman smiles more and more.

Leave her alone, take a shower, and change clothes refreshed.

Of course I brought it myself. I will not leave her to it.

Besides, I had to hang out at home before work hours, but I'm tired.

"Dear Richter, today's schedule."

Ah.

Wide, long corridors are clean - unusually low on condiments.

Even though this compartment does not attract people, every time I go through it, I feel fiscal rigor and my stomach hurts.

This is how you check your schedule with Mion before breakfast every morning.

Compared to whether there is a conflict with my memory or not, breakfast is as it is if there is no problem.

If you go to the cafeteria, a meal prepared by the waiter is waiting for you.

"- That concludes Richter's work for today. There is no need to climb the castle. Just in case, there's room for two minutes as usual."

"Someone fills those two moments every day... hopefully there's no strange trouble today."

"By the way, as usual, it's time for Baron Grants to cry heartless for gold."

"Don't remind me what I don't need."

"According to a statement I received a few days ago, the house of Count Cobrau is on the verge of bankruptcy."

"Don't remind me what I don't need."

"And then yesterday, the fiancé of Count Depinay's daughter assaulted the town daughter and his bank."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop...!!

Why do problems happen every day like this?

It's a Richter with a head, but there's nothing I can do with it.

We must finish our work as soon as possible and hurry to wipe the buttocks of our unreliable surroundings.

"And I have to leave a little today."

"Oh, you said that. Sure..."

"Yes, negotiate with Lord Pasta. Let me help you, Richter."

"That's you, right? And the main purpose is to talk to Futa."

"Well, what are you talking about? I'm going to beat the shit out of him with my boss."

"If Huta turns out to be like you - no, it's not that bad. Your Majesty's labor will increase. All right, good. Come on in flashy."

"Yes, sir."

Push open the large double-open door around the hallway and the scent of freshly baked bread tickles your nose.

It smells sweeter and better today than usual.

Mion tells Richter that he's in a slight mood.

"That's why I can't support Richter today."

"Okay, don't worry."

"I don't know what to say instead."

"... hmm?

And so did Richter.

I saw a shadow on the dining room table.

Richter lightly opens his eyes to him, who appears to be sitting first and waiting for breakfast.

It's not impossible. It's a face-to-face match, but it's never this house.

Even though I've invited you a few times recently, there's no reason to come from me.

Richter leans his neck, but his foot stops unexpectedly heading to his seat behind Mion's words.

"I asked you to look after yourself today."

"...... Ma · te"

"What is it?

There's no way that man can take care of you.

But...

Yes, let's assume. Finance is math.

The formula is calculated backwards, taking the person who takes care of the surroundings as the solution.

Uninvited guests + Mysterious caretaker X = Mion's request.

First of all, why are uninvited guests here?

I didn't call myself.

If he had any business to attend to, Mion would not have come to tell him.

In other words, Mion called.

"Good morning, Mr. Richter. I'm interrupting."

"Shut up."

"Shut up!?

The formula to be determined at this point is:

Somehow Huta + Mion's request = Mysterious caretaker X.

My head is starting to hurt. I think I overslept.

"Fouta, what are you doing here today?"

"Huh? For what, I'm worried about sending it."

Enough. Shut up.

"You asked!?

When I came to drop him off because I was worried about him, I was sure he wasn't a red-haired son of a bitch.

Then I don't even want to smell the delicious smell coming from this kitchen.

"Mion, you betrayed me...."

"Extraordinary. I'm always on Richter's side."

Son of a bitch.

With her pathetic eyes, she gently lifts the monocle and tells.

"Well, that can sometimes be a challenge for Richter."

"What kind of inevitable thing are you talking about? Hey?"

"What's the matter, Richter? I can't believe I hit Mion-san."

"Shut up, accessories."

"Accessories!? What the fuck!?

"That sort of thing..."

It was that moment when I opened my eyes to the kitchen door to throw up.

Mei-do!!

A maid with a full smile puts a basin on both hands, kicks the door open and dynamically enters.

Bread and meat dishes with delicious hot air.

Rotating around, her skirt spreads like a flower.

The meal served at the table while dancing like a solitude is certainly a first-class dish - the skewers that stick to the meat mimic the mop perfectly, stirring it up straight away.

"... of this strange creature."

In response to Richter, whose energy was no longer ticklish, she raised her hands to greet him and laughed.

Ohahahappy

"Fuck you, neoplasm."

"I'm so tired!

Surprisingly round her eyes, she murmured to Futa with a difficult expression like that of a researcher.

"Looks like the maid is a new creature...."

"That's a surprise."

"That means the butler is an old creature....."

"Ah, the whole maid is a new creature. Lila-san, you're in trouble."

"Lila, that's a rare creature, not a new one."

Richter turned his white eyes to her as he poured out his tongue.

I could have peeled my white eyes, but there it is.

"I hate to be called a rare creature by a maid."

"No, he's very decent and beautiful. It looks like Lilac."

"That's not right."

"What is it?"

Low boiling point.

Richter decided to cough one up and fill his stomach for now.

When I sat in my seat in a mess, I pierced the cutlery into the meat without wearing a napkin.

It's delicious. I don't know if I had time to soak it up, but it's steamed meat with a good taste.

"Thank you for dinner, go home when you're done."

"And so on, Pi is making a statement. What should we do, Mion, Futa?"

"Why do you have more discretion than my landlord!

Mion and Futa glanced at Richter hitting the table and looked at each other.

"But, Richter, can't you clean up the room?"

Mion-san just showed me how to take off my clothes. It's so dirty.

"What are you doing!?

Was it when I took a shower?

"Eh, what? Did you bring my undressed clothes to the dining room and tell them it's dirty to take them off? What is it?"

"No, at the front door where Mr. Huta arrived."

"Location doesn't matter!!!

"And I don't think how to take it off is dirty. Rest assured."

"That's not an argument either!!

There's a moment of thought.

"- Then why did you have it?!!!

I can't think of a topic other than how to take it off dirty.

Prior to Richter holding his head as to why he took such a thing to the reception, Huta remembers what happened at the front door.

Meeon welcomes Huta and Corona who arrive by carriage.

What I held in my hand was a crowded robe and an exercise shirt.

This is Richter's missing shell.

That's what I told him with my face.

"... hah"

Please wait while I shower like this.

He was then taken to the cafeteria.

Huta honestly told Richter about the earlier.

The nodding Richter leans his neck at a decisive angle.

"Do you need clothes???????????

Describe the shower.

"It would suffice to say that you're in the shower!! You thought I'd be suspected of lying!?

"What do you think, Mr. Fouta?"

"No, I'm pretty sure you're taking a shower. And the way I took it off became dirty."

"Don't bother me many times!!!!! I didn't even imagine a situation where an acquaintance told me to take off my clothes!!!

"Well, I didn't doubt it without clothes."

"Then it's a waste of 100!!!

"- But, well, I certainly thought I needed a caregiver, so why not?"

"... what's good???

"Well, I don't really want to put corona on Mr. Richter."

"Demand matches supply. Take it and go home."

Richter shrugged his hand.

Corona, with her neat expression, glanced up and leaned her neck.

"Maid, can you handle this?

No, I'm not responsible.

"It's a good deal to hold it, right?

"What kind of discount??

Above all, the maid and Huta get along well. Richter eats troublesome meals.

I see. Cooking is first-class. Even with Richter's tongue, there is no claim. I don't have one.

"Well, why would Mion do that?"

"I have no particular reason."

"You don't have one?"

Ask the mion behind her, and she does it without fear.

Mion continued to relax to Richter, who was passing by in amazement and vanishing.

"But, well... I haven't livened enough lately."

……

"Richter has been healthy both physically and mentally over the past few months. When you return to work, your daily routine will be boring again."

"Hmm... extra care."

Mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo mo

Strangely enough, Corona and Futa don't say anything.

Mion was also quietly watching Richter.

He was frustrated that he should not return the decision to the landlord at these times - he finished eating and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"--You don't call Beatrice? You can do anything at home."

Richter's work was originally done at home today.

That word, that is.

Mion nodded with a melted smile.

"Yes, contact me immediately."

Richter stood up, snorting at her expression.

The troublesome favors of your subordinates can't go nowhere.

As always, this man is sweet to his family.